Page 43 of The Swap
He didn’t need to ask again, because there was nothing I wouldn’t give, wouldn’t do for this man. Plus, I needed it just as badly as he did. I needed to make love with him, to feel his heart beating against mine and to wipe out the fear that he was going to disappear somehow.
I reached into the bedside table and pulled out the supplies before rolling back toward him. We didn’t bother with foreplay, neither of us had the patience for that right then. We kissed as I carefully prepared his body to take me. We were both trembling with need as I quickly slid the condom onto my cock, slicked it and lined it up against him.
A sob tore from his chest as I broke through the tight ring of muscle, and I froze, afraid that I’d hurt him in some way. “Don’t stop. Oh, God, Samuel, please don’t stop,” he cried desperately.
With a possessive growl, I slid the rest of the way until I was as deep inside him as I could go. Tears sprang to my eyes over the feel of his warmth and vitality. I’d needed this, a reminder that he was still there, safe and whole in my arms. His arms and legs wrapped around me and he held me close as I rocked into him. Everything else about the day began to fade as I got lost in the sensations of his body around my cock, his arms around my shoulders and his lips pressed to mine.
Our movements sped up, the two of us perfectly in sync with each other as we raced toward a release that would free us from all the pain and the ugliness, if only for a few seconds. Oliver went soaring first, throwing his head back on the pillow and shouting my name as hot liquid spilled between us. His body continued convulsing as he rode the waves of pleasure and the tightening of his inner walls around my cock was enough to send me over the edge too.
Careful not to crush him, I collapsed beside him on the bed. I was still trying to catch my breath as he removed the condom from my spent cock and disposed of it then he curled up into my side, laying soft kisses along the side of my neck.
“I love you,” I whispered. There was no answer though because exhaustion had claimed him, his lips still pressed against my skin.
A sound startled me awake. The room was mostly dark, only a tiny bit of light shining through the window. Oliver was still snoring softly next to me, the peaceful sound soothing to my ears.Probably just one of the neighbors getting home late.A glance at the clock showed that we’d only been asleep an hour, so I rolled over on my side and tried to settle back to sleep.
Another noise had my eyes popping open and ice water running through my veins, mostly because it had come from inside the bedroom. Heart racing, I rolled toward Oliver to warn him, but before I got the chance, something solid and heavy slammed into the back of my head. Pain exploded behind my eyes and a wave of dizziness like I’d never experienced before had me falling back against the pillow.
From behind the blanket of pain, I heard more noises and the sounds of a struggle. I leaned up, desperate to get to Oliver, but something slammed into my jaw, leaving me careening over the side of the bed. My head smacked hard against the side table and the last thing I remembered before I lost consciousness was the sound of Oliver’s muffled cries.
