Chapter 17
I wake in the morning wrapped around Scott and hold him a little tighter. Everything’s changed now. I can’t let things go back to how they were. I want him, need him.
He’s mine.
I won’t ever be able to let him go. Leaning down, I kiss him gently so as not to wake him.
We really made every second count well into the early hours, so I should let him catch up on his sleep.
After sliding out from underneath him, I grab my clothes from the floor and tiptoe out of the bedroom and into the bathroom across the landing.
Once I’ve turned on the water, I step under it and take a quick shower, scrubbing the dried cum off me and smiling at the feeling of it on my skin.
I step out, throw on my clothes, and rush downstairs, tossing my boots at the front door and hanging my coat on the hook.
I pad into the kitchen and fire up the kettle.
Scowling at the shit coffee, I vow to get Scott a coffee maker because I know he loves mine.
I look through the fridge and frown, shaking my head.
This isn’t good enough. I head towards the front door, snatching up my boots and jacket, and leave.
I want to grab breakfast for us and slide into bed with him.
The rest of my day has just become busy, and I don’t want to miss a second of it.
After jogging out to the bike, I make my way home.
I can’t carry breakfast, so I’ll have to swap for the car, hit the coffee shop and be back before Scott wakes.
I don’t know what happened last night or how we got here, but I’ve never felt like that.
The feel of him against me. The shock of seeing him naked when I walked into his room.
Seeing him like that—all man, his slim but toned body, the sexy dip of his Adonis belt leading to his cock.
The size of him took me by surprise. He’s not as thick as me, but fuck me, he has a perfect cock.
The rest of his body is fucking glorious.
Seeing him as a man for probably the first time broke something inside me, and it was like a floodgate being ripped open, all these feelings and sensations washed over me, and my body surged with energy.
My skin is tingling at the thought of him naked in bed, waiting for me to get back.
I rip the throttle harder, needing to be back, unsure of what’s gonna happen from here, but everything’s out of the window now.
There’s no going back. I need to be with him.
I need him to be mine. I need to fill each one of his holes, to claim every inch of him and bathe him in my cum and mark him forever.