I had him the first time up against the wall in the foyer, his hands pinned to either side of his head while I drove into him. “Say my name.”
“Theo!”
He came, but I didn’t.
The second time I dragged him into the living room and had him on his hands and knees on the rug in front of the fireplace. Still fully dressed, I slammed into him, plowed him, caused him to rock forward with each thrust.
“Say my name.”
He was sweating and shaking, almost sobbing with the need to come again. “Theo!”
I made him climax again, catching it all in my palm and rubbing it into his torso, but I held off on my own orgasm.
Stripping off the jeans and shirt, I took him a final time on our bed, his legs over my shoulders, my hands hard on his hips. If I’d been thinking straight I would have realized he’d have bruises in the morning, but all I knew…all that mattered, was the feel of him…his hot, tight channel, rhythmically clenching around me.
“Say my name!”
“Theo.” He moaned and held tight to me, panting and shivering as I pounded into him.
“Love me, Wills.” I heard the words come out of my mouth. “Love me.”
“Forever, babe,” he whispered. He ran his fingers down my spine, into the crevice between my ass cheeks, dipping into my hole, and I came apart.
I braced myself above him, keeping my hips angled so my cock stayed in him as long as possible as I poured myself into the condom, and along with my climax, my fury drained out of me.
Tremors ran up and down my arms, and they could no longer support my weight. Wills gave a slight, “Oof,” as I collapsed onto him. I eased his legs off my shoulders, and he winced a little.
“Sorry, babe.” I pressed a kiss to his hip. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not in this lifetime, tiger.”
I slid out of him, griping the base of my cock. Thank God I’d at least had the presence of mind to use a condom. I stripped it off, rolled onto my back, and knotted it.
“Don’t go.” Wills reached for me.
“Just gonna get a washcloth.”
“Don’t go,” he repeated, and I dropped the condom over the side of the bed. His fingers wound through mine, and he held on.
“Okay, but let me check you.” With my free hand I reached across him to switch on the lamp.
“‘m fine.” Wills was sprawled in wanton abandon on the bed. A frown furrowed his brows at the sudden light. I climbed over him and angled my body so it was between him and the light, and the frown vanished. “Missed you. Missed you so much.”
His body was covered in love bites, on his abs, his pecs, his neck. I turned him over, and there were purple marks on his ass and shoulder blades, his inner thighs. Fingerprints were starting to bloom on his hips.
I parted his ass cheeks to examine his hole, afraid I might have torn him. He wriggled under my touch and sighed voluptuously. As angry and as out of control as I’d been, I’d taken the time to prepare him, and while he was a little reddened, he was otherwise okay.
“‘m glad I’m home.”
“So am I.” I turned off the lamp and pulled the covers over the two of us. My emotions rollercoastered the other way. I turned on my side away from him and curled in on myself.
Why hadn’t he called? If the battery died in his cell phone, there were stores all over the place where he could buy a replacement, and if he couldn’t find the right battery, there were public phones, not to mention phones available in every single hotel. There was even Western Union, goddammit!
Whatever the reason, the fact of the matter was that in four weeks, he’d made no attempt to contact me, to let me know he was alive and well. Why? Didn’t he…didn’t he love me anymore?
Tears began spilling down my cheeks, and I stuffed a corner of the pillow in my mouth so he wouldn’t hear my sobs.
“Babe?”
“Go…go back to sleep,” I managed to gasp.
“‘Kay.” But he rolled toward me, wrapped his arms around me, and wouldn’t let me go. I stopped crying. His breathing was deep and regular, and I knew he was asleep.
“I love you, Wills,” I whispered. Was this the only time I’d ever be able to tell him how I felt, while he was sleeping?
I tried to pull away but his grip tightened, so I dried my cheeks on my pillow and settled back against him, and hoped I’d be able to sleep without dreaming.
I woke abruptly, alone in bed, my face wet with tears. This was the worst nightmare ever because it had started with my lover coming home to me. I rolled over and buried my head in my pillow.
But then I heard the shower running, and singing, something Wills usually did in the shower. He was home. He was really home. I nearly cried with relief.
The illuminated dial of the clock radio read 3:44.
Frowning, I turned on the bedside lamp, stacked the pillows behind me and sat up. What the fuck was Wills doing taking a shower at this time of the morning? I didn’t like the only explanation I could come up with.
The water shut off, and after a few minutes, Wills came out of the bathroom. I recognized the Carpenters’ song he was humming…”We’ve Only Just Begun.”