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He chuckled, the vibration traveling from me to him, emphasizing just how intimately we were connected. His hands slid up my ribcage on either side, fingers teasing along the sides of my breasts even as he sunk deeper into my ass. My muscles were trembling, entire body shaking as each inch threatened to be too much.
“Fuck, le soleil.” His body stretched over mine, and he bit my shoulder, sending a jolt of sharp pain to join the rest. “Are you okay?”
I opened my mouth to say something but couldn’t get a word out. I fisted the sheets and nodded, hoping he’d take the small movement for the consent it was meant to be. He did, taking me with slow, deep strokes that pushed the air from my lungs and made my body quiver with pleasure.
I tried to push back against him, to have some sort of control, but he gave up none. Each thrust drove a whimper from me that I couldn’t quite hold back, and judging by the way Nate was saying my name, he liked the sounds. It was burn and stretch and the way our bodies fit together and the heat between us…
His fingers found their way underneath me, brushing my clit with quick circles that joined with everything else I was feeling until the pressure threatened to make me explode.
“Come, le soleil, please, fucking come…” The strain in his voice was in his body too. “I need you to come.”
That was enough, knowing he needed that of me. In this moment, in this space, it was him and me, and this was what I could give him.
I let go of the last little bit of control I’d been holding onto and let myself soar.
Forty-Nine
Nate
I wasn’t sure what pulled me out of sleep, whether it was noise or the sudden realization that I was alone in bed. When I opened my eyes, it was dark in my room, and it took me a minute to remember that after Ashlee and I had recovered, we’d taken a shower together before going back to my bedroom. I’d fallen asleep with my arms wrapped around her and her head on my chest.
She wasn’t in bed with me anymore, though, and when I touched the sheets, they were cool. I sat up, frowning into the darkness. Was she in the bathroom? If so, why had she been gone long enough for the sheets to cool off? When I listened, however, I didn’t hear anything coming from that direction. No water running, no moving about.
Then I realized I could hear something. Not water, but other sounds that seemed to be coming from down the hall. I climbed out of bed and grabbed a pair of pants, putting them on as I walked. I’d gone only a few steps into the hall when I put a name to what I was hearing.
Fucking.
Male and female sounds. Moans and curses.
Was Ashlee watching porn in my living room?
Something in the back of my mind told me there was something I was missing. Something that would’ve explained what I was hearing. But I couldn’t quite figure it out, my mind still muddled with sleep.
I was also a little preoccupied with thinking up the ways I was going to punish her for what she was watching without me. Preoccupied enough that I stood in the entryway, watching the television screen for several minutes before processing what I was seeing. What she was watching.
A tall, slender blonde was bent over a bench, her berry-colored nipples pinched between metal clamps, joined by a thin steel chain. A line of men stood behind her, all naked and stroking themselves while the guy at the front of the line fucked her. Another man stood in front of her, his hand on the back of her head, holding her in place as he fucked her mouth.
I should’ve known who it was before I saw the man’s face. I should have remembered. What sort of man hires escorts to fuck his girlfriend, one after the other, while she sucks him off…and then forgets that it ever happened?
Apparently, I was such a man.
As I realized what she was watching, I saw other things too. The doors of the cabinet under the television were open, cases on the floor and on the coffee table, some closed, some open. Each one had a name and a date, both of which corresponded to files on a server where I kept digital copies of the same encounters.
Fuck.
Fuck!
This couldn’t be happening. Ashlee wasn’t sitting on my couch, watching me getting a blowjob from a woman whose name I couldn’t remember while conveying all the passion and interest I might’ve had in watching paint dry.
This wasn’t what I wanted to be explaining this early in the morning.
Not like this.
Fifty
Ashlee
Everything was dark when I woke up, and it took me a couple seconds to remember where I was. After we’d finished, we’d cleaned up, and Nate had brought me back to his room, but my memories of that part of the night were blurry at best. I was fully awake now, though.