Page 55 of His Reward
“Fuck,” a voice hisses in the darkness.
It belongs to a tall, looming shape near the foot of the bed.My heart lurches and I scramble upright.Oh my god.The intruder is back!
“Mal!”I frantically pat at the empty space beside me on the bed.“Mal, he’s in the room!”
“It’s OK, sweetheart.It’s me.”
Malcolm’s voice rapidly soothes my panic.He comes over and sits on the edge of the bed beside me.My vision adjusts to the darkness, helped by the faint light coming through the curtains.It must be early in the morning.
“Didn’t mean to scare you.”He rubs my thigh over the sheet.“I was trying not to wake you until my foot found one of the bed’s legs.”
I chuckle softly.“The bed just wanted a little revenge for what you did on it last night.”
“What did I do?”
“Youdefiledit.”
A slow smile curves his lips.“Then you better watch your toes, Jujube.You defiled it too.”
He’s not wrong.The neighbours probably heard me.The bed he ordered when he first moved in was finally delivered yesterday, and I helped him set it up.
As soon as the mattress was in the fitted sheet, Malcolm grabbed me and pinned me on the bed, saying he wanted to christen it and test its durability.
He practically tore off my shorts and underwear in his eagerness to taste me.I don’t even know when he got his pants off before he slid deep inside me, stealing my moan with a kiss.
“I’m headed to work now.”
He shifts closer, slipping his hand under my chin to tilt my face up for a kiss.It’s an innocent peck on my lips.When he starts to pull away, I grab his shoulders and press forward.
I only meant to prolong it for a few more seconds.He groans and tries to deepen it.I pull back, self-conscious about my possible morning breath.He doesn’t seem to care.He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, sliding his hands up and down my back.
I can tell this kiss is turning into more.Sure enough, Malcolm turns with me, pressing me into the mattress with his bigger body.He drags his lips to my neck as he slides his hand along my waist.
Arousal warms between my legs.There’s still a slight ache down there from last night when he bent me over and pounded the holy spirit into my body.That’s what it felt like when I came so hard on his cock, I shed tears from divine bliss.
Malcolm’s hard length between us makes me tingle with need to feel him inside me again.I arch my hips, trying to make him press it against my pussy.He obeys my silent request, groaning against my neck as he ruts into me.
“I want to fuck you more than anything right now,” he groans.“But if I do it, I’ll be late on my second day at my new job site.”He gives me another hungry kiss and pulls away, his gaze dark with lust.“We’ll pick up where we left off when I get home.Try and get some more rest.”
He leaves shortly after.It’s not so easy falling back to sleep right away.My body still craves what Malcolm started, but I don’t want to touch myself.I want to save my sexual frustration and vent it on him.It’ll be much more satisfying.
It’s crazy how quickly things can change.Up until Sunday, I was one hundred percent convinced that having sex with Malcolm is a forbidden line I couldn’t and wouldn’t cross.Now that I have, I regret I didn’t do it sooner, my body eager for any opportunity to have him again.
The sex is amazing, and I enjoy the moments after too.When he’s silent as he glides his hand over my body, his touch gentle in certain parts, possessive in others.There’s always an awed look on his face that I understand.
I can’t believe this is real.
At some point, I fall asleep.I awake again, the sun flooding the room with light.Toomuch light.
Oh, no.I overslept!
I scramble out of Malcolm’s bed and rush to my room to get ready for work.Someone knocks on the apartment door right as I button my pants.Already late, the last thing I need right now is an interruption.
Go away.
They respond with another knock.It’s louder and more insistent, like they know I’m ignoring them and they won’t accept it.
I scowl.“What the hell.”
