Page 31 of Overachiever
He slips the plug in as he’s sliding his cock out, and I would’ve sworn I couldn’t come again, but as soon as he thrusts back inside, it’s too much. I’m so full, and my skin is alive with electricity that clenches my muscles, jerking me away from reality where nothing but mind numbing pleasure exists.
Vaguely, I’m aware of the ropes being untied and the cuffs removed, but I don’t budge. I feel like a rag doll, my limbs weak and shaking, worn out in the best way. The blindfold is slipped off, and he spreads his body over mine, his chest brushing my back as he plants a soft kiss on the nape of my neck.
“Are you okay?”
“Mmm, yeah, that was pretty good.”
“Pretty good?” he scoffs, kissing my shoulder.
If he thinks I’m going to admit the way he just destroyed me, he’s crazy. I stretch my arms then tuck them under my head, laying my cheek on my hand. “Yeah, you know, not bad at allll!” I may have neglected to take into account there’s still a plug in my ass, and all it takes is him pressing it to remind me.
“Take it out.” It felt good when I was in the moment but now it just feels awkward and a little embarrassing.
“You don’t want to sleep in it?” he teases.
“Owen, get it out of my ass or bend over for yours.”
Chuckling, he slides the plug out, then deposits it and the paintbrush in the bathroom sink. “Dibs on the first shower,” I call, dragging myself out of bed. I feel like a noodle, but I’m not going to sleep all oily and sweaty.
Owen washes the toys in the sink while I get cleaned up, and by the time he’s had his shower, I’m snuggled under the covers in bed. He joins me, pulling me into his arms. It should be alarming how close I feel to him right now. How safe and content I am. It’s not that I’m falling for him. It can’t be. I’m sure it’s just because of what we just did, being so vulnerable to him.
“Are you okay?” He runs his fingers through my hair, and my eyes close in response.
“Mmm hmm. Being tied and blindfolded made things more intense than I expected, but I liked it.”
His lips touch my forehead as he asks, “Enough to do it again?”
“Once I stop walking funny.” His chuckle makes me smile.
“Our friends are going to be here tomorrow night.”
“Yeah, Serena said they’d be here by ten.”
“How do you want to handle it?” His question hangs for a moment before I realize what he’s asking. It never occurred to me we’d tell them.
“You want to tell them we’ve been…hooking up?”
“You don’t?” His hand runs down my arm. “Are you ashamed of me, Rem?”
“No!” That’s the last thing I want him to think. “Of course not. I just…figured they’ll make a huge deal out of it, make things weird.”
“Okay.” His tone and response are impassive. Guilt flows over me. Owen is the sweetest guy in the universe and I don’t want his self-esteem to be damaged by my attempt to keep things easy.
“Let’s tell them.”
Hugging me closer, he yawns. “Decide tomorrow when you aren’t so blissed out from my sexual prowess.”
After a few seconds of silence, I decide there’s something I do want him to know. “Owen?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re amazing in bed. No one has ever made me come that many times.”
His lip curls as I get a sideways glance from him. “Is this leading up to an insult?”
“Nope, it’s the truth. Just thought you should know. We don’t have to speak another word about it.”
“Oh, I disagree.”
