A Rock and a Hard Place

After Pillowtalk

The bathroom door opens but the light shuts off before I can make out anything more than his silhouette. Enough moonlight seeps through the window to softly illuminate the hotel room, and I watch him walk around the bed to his side. He lays on his back and pulls the covers up to his waist before he grabs his phone off the nightstand. The device's backlight is bright and he dims it down quickly, glancing at me to determine if it woke me up. I'd already been awake.

I have a harder time falling asleep always, but I particularly do after a night like tonight. We've had the last few days to get all of our sexual energy out, but there had been something different about Andy tonight. He'd been relentless, taking me in all the ways I love and even more than I'd expected. He's always been a remarkable lover, and tonight was no different, but something had set him off and he'd expressed it physically. While I need to know what's bothering him, I certainly can't complain about how he's been getting it off his chest.

I turn to my side and look over him. Over the last few months he's been working out regularly, on top of having a consistent, plant-based diet, so his once lanky form now lays a little more toned. His arms are stronger, his chest more sturdy, his appearance overall more healthy. He's even started to tan a little early this summer, so his ink-stained skin holds a natural glow. He's a far cry from the gangly boy I fell in love with seven years ago.

As my eyes scan over his body I can't help but think back to what had finished only minutes before. This last time Andy had been on top, pinning me to the bed by my neck and fucking me like he hated me, and I'd loved every minute of it. His grip had been tight around my throat and his thrusts had felt like punishment. When he'd came, I'd felt like I was receiving a gift. I'd watched his eyes shut and his brows furrow. The way his voice had rasped out my name and a slew of curse words echo in my brain. My body starts to feel warm as I remember the scene, and the insides of my thighs are sticky when I shift my legs.

Helplessly, I curl up to my man. I can see him smile under the light of his phone. He extends his arm so I can lay my head on his chest, then curls it around me when I'm settled. He scrolls through his Instagram feed for another moment before he locks his phone and sets it on the side table. After that, he tucks his free hand behind his head.

Andy's so warm tonight; it's like his desire is still burning. He isn't sweaty, just musky enough to have a scent, but it's actually sort of attractive. His cologne still lingers on his wrists and neck, and the combination of the two is very hot. His breaths are even now. Listening to his rhythmic heartbeat feels soothing. Underneath the sheets I wrap my legs around one of his.

He hums, and I can feel it reverberate in his chest. "I'm still thinking about that noise you made earlier," he muses. I blush, knowing which one he means. "You know," he continues, "the one you made when I pulled your legs up and－"

"Alright! That's enough," I say, patting his chest hard enough to get my point across. I still can't help but smile against him.

"What? Don't play coy with me now," he teases. His voice is low and gravelly in his throat but sounds like velvet in the air. His fingers are against my ribcage and they slowly travel up, caressing the side of my breast. "You weren't feeling so shy when you were begging me to fuck you harder."

My blush intensifies and a familiar sensation starts pooling between my legs. I'm turned on by his words, but more than that I'm surprised. Andy's demeanor doesn't usually last this long after sex, even if it was dirtier than usual. It's not unwelcome, but it's still unexpected. I take a moment to think about how to approach the subjects, but decide there's a way to address both.

I sit up and press my lips to his. He greets me earnestly, using his arm to pull me tighter to him. I use that leverage to pull my body up and over his, straddling his hips between my knees. In doing so, I'm reminded that, on top of being horny, I'm actually really sore, but I ignore it. I continue to kiss him, feeling the muscles in his chest as he grabs me by the back of my thighs. I can already feel his length stiffening beneath me, and I smile knowing my effect on him. I pull away right as our kisses start featuring tongue. This gets him mad. He stretches up to kiss me again but I raise my head before he can catch me. He spanks me, bidding me to kiss him, but I still refuse.