Page 87 of Passion and Payback

It took me a full minute after I was done to control my breathing and glare up at him. “See, evil?”

“No, that was hot,” he assured me in a low voice, rocking his hips back and forth in small motions. “I actually felt that...Christ.”

“I certainly felt it,” I said and then groaned when he picked himself up to slide me back in.

“Too sensitive?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

“A little, but I’ll live,” I said with a low growl. “Since you were right, I’m revved up all over again.”

“Oh good, because feeling that made me forget being worried about anything,” he said, leaning forward to hover his face over mine. “So, why don’t you follow through on that inferred brag of yours and do the fucking?”

“Can do,” I grunted, reaching up to grip his hips in a firm hold and carefully roll us over, so it wouldn’t startle him too much but also because I didn’t want to dislodge my dick. It had the added bonus of moving me inside him, forcing me to thrust as I took position and earning a soft moan.

“Good?” I asked him as I perched over him, now knowing I was in complete control and needing to know that he was okay with that.

“I’m okay,” he said, wiggling his hips slightly. “Just...impatient. Which is a really good sign if you ask me.”

“A perfect one,” I purred back at him, pushing myself back so I could get the angle right, sliding my hand down his chest and stomach as I did so before looping my hands into his thighs and gripping. “God, you’re beautiful.”

And he was, and always had been, in my eyes. But now he was stretched out on the bed before me, naked and leaking all over the place, my cock inside him, his face flushed, and he was allmine.

My reservations were gone as I began to move. The lube, the cum inside him, the toys, the fucking he’d done, all of it had loosened him up, and I moved smoothly. There was still that incredible grip around my cock, and I sought it out, both for the pleasure it sent zinging through me and the sounds he was making.

All the times we’d screwed around before had been a treat, especially how he’d gradually become more comfortable each time. While he’d been pretty expressive before, it had grown more potent each time, and now it felt like it was in full force. His hands slid down to wrap around my wrists and hold tight as I fucked into him, slow at first, getting a feel for his body, and what worked now I was in control.

All those times, using fingers and toys had made it much easier. I knew exactly how to angle my thrusts, and the first time I successfully slid my girth along the nerves inside him that drove him crazy, he cried out beautifully. With the intention of getting some payback, I continued thrusting into that spot, grinding myself on him and forcing his leaking dick to make an ever-greater mess of his stomach as it swayed back and forth with my thrusts, slapping against his abs.

His expression was pure bliss, his body utterly compliant as he showed just how much he trusted me. I found myself glad he had ‘made’ me get off first so I could enjoy the slow build-up as I held him, stroking his thighs and stomach as I thrust into him. His eyes rolled up, and his fingers dug into the sheet and my skin.

Then his body coiled tightly, his ass pushing more insistently into my thrusts, his eyes squinting, and his stomach went flatand defined as he clenched. He tightened around me, and I instinctively held onto his wrists to keep him from jerking himself off. It paid off when, only seconds later, he cried out louder than ever before, and I watched as he spattered himself with cum, his back arching as he forced himself onto me entirely.

I hadn’t realized how close I was, but with a groan, I bowed forward and felt myself come hard again. I had no idea if there was even much left but I knew full well I had made a mess of him, inside and out. Before I’d even finished, I was able to get my hands under his shoulders and scoop him up so he was sitting in my lap as our orgasms finished.

His head fell against my shoulder, and I stayed upright, cradling him in my lap and kissing him, not caring that I was making a mess of both of us. That moment had been as erotic as it had been damn near transcendent. He had conquered his fears, the demons that lived in his head, and he had shown me complete and utter trust. The weight of what that meant sat on my chest as I held his relaxed body, squeezing him as tightly as I dared while he got his breath back.

He stayed there long enough for me to slip out of him, and our bodies start to cool before he nuzzled his face into my neck, and I felt fresh warmth. I didn’t need the shuddering of his breath to know he was crying, and I continued to hold him tightly. So long as he needed to be held, I’d be there because there were no words to describe his monumental achievement or how absolutely in awe and in love I was with this man.

“Sorry,” he said in a muffled voice, wiping his face.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” I told him gently as he pulled back, his eyes puffy and red but with a wobbly smile on his face. “As far as I’m concerned, you get it all out. I’m not going anywhere.”

“It’s not going to come out,” he said, pushing his face back into my shoulder and letting out an irritated huff. “It’s going to keep following me around. There’s only one way to get it out.”

“Them being dead is only going to help. It's not going to solve it.”

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, I need all the help I can get.”

I couldn’t help my snort. “Okay, fine. Offing them will help, but so will stuff like this. Give yourself some credit for going this long and surviving.”

“I think we both know how I feel about surviving.”

“This is a lot more than just basic survival. You put a lot of the pieces of your life back in place before I even showed up. And now you’re starting to get on even steadier feet. You’re getting there.”

I curled around him so I could comfortably roll us on our sides. I wanted to look into his eyes when I asked the next question to confirm the suspicion in my head. “You already have an idea, don’t you? A plan.”

He hesitated, afraid to answer me, but then dropped his gaze and nodded. “I do. I never stopped researching and wanted to be sure my plan was good before I brought it up.”

“Okay,” I said, unsure if I should be disappointed that he was planning without me or worried. And maybe I should have been both, but at the end of the day, I had decided to go along with the entire thing, so I had no one to blame but myself. This was the bloody justice I had signed up for, and if the next plan went well, that left only one to deal with, and the true healing for him could begin. “How soon?”

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