Page 76 of In the Light of Sin

Who needed exercise when I could just fuck Sarge? I felt like I ran a marathon, my breath coming out jaggedly as I struggled to keep pace with his bruising grip and harder thrusts.

“D-Darin!”

“I’ll worship every fuckin’ curve you gain.” Another cry, another orgasm that racked my body for all I was worth. “And if that doesn’t work?” He grunted, getting close to his own demise. “I’ll just fuck you until you remember.”

His hips jolted, uncoordinated, and ragged as I felt his dick twitch inside of me, my orgasm welcoming his as he spilled inside me, the warmth relaxing me. It was weird, wasn’t it? Sarge coming inside of me made me feel powerful; such a strong man who his enemies feared, coming undone by me. A nobody with a dark past who dreamed of brightening others’ day one flower at a time.

Sarge made me feel like I was worth something.

“Fuckin’ beautiful seein’ myself spillin’ from you.” He pulled back, head trained on my weeping cunt. I was trying to catch my breath, focusing my senses on breathing in my nose and out my mouth. That was one of the most intense romps we’ve had. I don’t think I could stand—or even crawl my way out of this gym. The cool air was helping a bit with the heat I felt on my skin, but it wasn’t enough.

My upper half left the mat, wincing slightly at the pain between my legs. My eyes were trained on Sarge, who was currently tucking himself back into his nylon shorts, his head turned on me. I longed to see that scarred face again. I glanced over my messy self, sports bra pushed up above my tits and naked from the waist down. Moving my eyes back up to Sarge, I noticed he was fully clothed, my lips flattened. “How come you can see me completely naked, but I can only see parts of you?”

“You’re not allowed to undress me.”

I cocked an eyebrow. I liked when he ripped my clothes off, but I wanted to share the same experience with him. “But you’re allowed to undress me?”

“Your body belongs to me. I can undress you if I want.” He walked over to me and extended his hand, expecting me to grab it so he could pull me up. Didn’t this guy realize he fucked away my ability to walk? My legs were still asleep. If I let him pull me up, I would just embarrass myself. He grew impatient, leaning down fully before picking me up in a bridal style.

I sighed. Content as I rested my cheek on his shoulder. His warmth lulled my relaxed body into a dreamlike state. I wasn’t thinking before I let what I felt spill from my lips, “I miss seeing your face.” He stopped walking, his head dipped to look at me. “I’m not disgusted by you, Darin. I want you to show yourself to me like you make me expose myself to you.”

He started to walk again, his footsteps falling in tandem with my slow-beating heart. “You wanted to work out.”

“Yeah…” My face flushed, tucking my chin to my chest. “Because I was worried that maybe you wouldn’t find me attractive if I gained weight.”

“Why the fuck would it bother me?” His underlying message sayingdid I not just fuck you into the gym mat?

“You’re so… fit.” That was one thing to describe the behemoth of a man. Not one ounce of body fat on him. Everywhere I touched was nothing but an expanse of scarred skin and tight muscle. “And I’m—“

“Don’t you fuckin’ finish that sentence,” he snapped at me. “You’ve been hidin’ yourself from me. Told you before I’ll worship every new curve that perfect body of yours gets. Do I have to fuck you again to remind you?”

I don’t think I could handle another rough fuck from him tonight, as tempting as it sounded. “I know, it’s just hard to believe it. I’ve never worried about my weight, but these ten pounds I gained after starting birth control have thrown me in a spiral.” I craned my neck to look at him, a grin on my lips. “You’re starting to fuck that insecurity away.”

He snorted as we made our way to the guest room. He’s been sleeping in here with me instead of taking me to his room. I wasn’t sure why, but I had a feeling letting me into his personal space where he felt his safest was a big thing for him, something he didn’t just let anyone come into. I would be patient, letting him set the pace for that. He was finally letting me into his frigid heart. What was his bedroom compared to that?

He gently laid me on the bed after he untucked the covers before pulling them up to my shoulders. He walked around to the other side of the bed, leaving that half of the cover tucked in as he laid on top and brought me closer to him. His other arm was bent under his head while I buried my head in the pillow, the exhaustion of our time in the gym catching up to me as my eyes slid closed.

That was until I felt Sarge’s disfigured hand wrap around mine, pulling it down to something hard. How could he already be hard again? “Feel that? You still get me hard. You still make me crave to see my come spilling from your cunt. Those new curves you’re insecure about are my fuckin’ undoing.”

“You preach to me to accept myself, my deafness, and my weight gain. I’m putting myself out there, pieces everyone says no one will love. You accept my imperfections. Why can’t you let me do the same?”

“I don’t want to be whole,” he admitted, pushing my hand away, done proving to me that my weight didn’t him. “I just want to be us.”

“Every broken piece of you is perfect. They’re smoothing out mine… and maybe one day, we can be whole together.”

“You have me in a way no one else has before.” And I knew that everything between us was uncharted territory for him. He didn’t know how to act besides impulsively. He’s been trained to think of things with precision on how to protect himself from danger. The primal instinct was now battling with something that he couldn’t fight with his fists…

Mental battles were harder to face than physical battles; you could punch your enemies… but when your mind was your biggest foe, what could you do besides tuck yourself in and try to protect yourself in any way you could? Even if that meant pushing everyone away, the loneliness was more comforting than the unknown. But I refused to let his mindset be like that. He could push, but I would pull him back in. Now, the red string between us with a pretty bow that would never fray.

“I know,” I whispered, my eyelids fluttering closed once again. “And I hope I make you feel as free as you make me.”

My brain fogged with sleep, my senses dulling but still recognizing the way he pulled me flushed to his clothed chest. The arm tucked under his head petting my hair for a few comforting moments before I felt it stretch above us…

I couldn’t help my smile as I gave into the comfort of sleep, the sound of him carving three more tallies into the headboard the last thing I heard.

Chapter 19: Joslyn

“Sarge insisted we get this expensive soundproof skybox.”

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