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“And next time, just tell me if you don’t want to go somewhere. We could have stayed in bed instead.”
I lie in bed, every single muscle in my body aching.
I can’t move. Luckily, I insisted on showering first because I knew the moment I laid down, there would be no chance I’d be moving again.
Lucas steps out of the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips. I’d love to lick every muscle on his body, but even the thought is painful after the grueling bike ride he forced me to go on.
“I need to put out food for Cartman.” I try to sit up and groan, pain lancing through my stiff muscles. “We left so early that I didn’t remember to leave him any.”
“Stay here. I’ll go feed him.” Lucas turns to leave the room. The towel slips from his waist as he walks out, exposing his perfect ass, the discarded fabric puddling on the floor behind him.
I roll my eyes.
Of course, he did that on purpose, and of course, it’s working.
He returns a few minutes later, still gloriously naked. “The parrot yelled at me to go fuck myself, but I made it back unscathed. I consider that a success.” He grins and sits on the edge of the bed beside me.
My gaze is drawn downward to the juncture of his thighs where his cock lies, already stirring to life.
“I promised you a reward after the ride.” He leans down and kisses my forehead, his lips warm and soft against my skin.
“Yeah, but I think we’ll have to postpone that for another time because I can’t move.” I grimace, even that slight movement sending fresh waves of agony through my aching body.
“Poor Wifey. Did I work you too hard?” A playful glint appears in his eyes. “How about a massage?”
“God, yes.” I’d agree to just about anything to ease the pain right now.
He goes to the bathroom and returns with a bottle of oil. Then he tugs my pajama top off, followed by my bottoms, and I’m left in just my panties.
He’s still naked, and his body’s reaction to my state of undress isn’t far behind. I love seeing how I affect him, that I have power over him. Even if it’s just physical.
He pours some of the oil into his palms and rubs his hands together. “On your stomach,” he commands, and I obey, rolling over with a groan.
When his warm hands land on my shoulders, I moan out loud. His thumbs dig into the sore muscles, drawing firm circles on my shoulder blades.
“Yes, right there. Yes,” I keen as he kneads a tender spot.
One hand glides up to my neck, slipping over my skin, now slick with oil.
I gasp as he massages my neck, his strong fingers working magic on the tense muscles. “Mmm.”
“I’m getting offended,” he says, amusement lacing his deep voice.
“Why?” I mumble into the pillow, my eyes drifting shut in bliss.
“Because you’re moaning more now than when I fuck you.”
“Then maybe you should improve your skills.” The words slip out before I can stop them, teasing and edged with challenge.
“Ow!” I yelp as he smacks my ass, then soothes the sting with a gentle caress.
“Improve my skills?” he growls, leaning over me until his chest presses against my back, his breath hot on my ear. “I don’t remember you asking me to improve my skills when you were screaming last night that I have the biggest, best cock you’ve ever seen. You know, after I made you come three times.”
“What?” I turn my head to look at him, my brow furrowing. “I said nothing like that.” Though the three orgasms part is pretty accurate.
“Then maybe you should have.” He straddles my thighs, pinning me in place with his weight. “Guys like to hear compliments about their dicks.”
I squirm beneath him, the solid heat of his body igniting sparks under my skin despite the soreness. “I won’t lie and say things that aren’t true,” I taunt, anticipation thrumming through my veins.
