Broken Hero

He tugs my t-shirt up and over my head, tossing it across the room. He pauses, watching as it slides down onto my couch.

“Hey, was that my t-shirt?”

I nod. “I stole it last night.”

“Really?””Yes, and I’m not the least bit sorry. Yours are so much comfier than mine.”

His smile is entirely male. “I like you in my clothes.”

Strong lips seal over mine again as he pushes me down on the bed. My panties are tugged down my legs, quickly replaced by his lips and tongue.

Every time, he does this, and every time, I’m lost to it. He touches me like it’s the first time he’s had me, like it’s the first time he’s seen me naked. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this kind of worship.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

My hands find their way into his thick hair. I’m reeling, spinning through a haze of pleasure and feeling and want. He’s everywhere, teasing and prodding, licking and parting, until I can’t help but break apart into a thousand slivers of pleasure.

He’s wearing a satisfied grin when he finally stretches out atop me. “You’re sweet.”

I’m still caught in the afterglow of my orgasm, feeling deliciously limber. “Oliver, I don’t… I never want you to stop.”

“I won’t.” He taps me gently on the hip. “On your side, baby.”

I turn over and he settles in behind me. We’ve slept this way before, his arm around my waist and my leg between his. But he’s still large and throbbing against my back.

“What about you? I need you.” I try to reach over, but Oliver pushes my hand away.

“It’s late, and your bed is tiny. Let me take you this way.” He trails kisses along my bare neck. “Lift your leg.”

He slips a hand under my neck and then I feel him between my legs, hard and sure. Oliver sinks into me in one slow, forceful movement.

“Oh… oh!”

His voice is a deep rumble in my ear. “A good oh?”

“A great oh.”

I’ve never felt him from this angle before. It’s slow, and it’s deep, and so much more intimate than it’s ever been before. Oliver’s hands are everywhere. One cups my breast and tweaks a nipple before it searches down between my legs. He circles my clit until pleasure crests again, rising in tune with his deep thrusts.

I can feel every inch of his body against mine. I reach back and grip his shoulder, his arm, any part of him I can reach.

His left arm is a steel band across my chest as he increases the pace. I can feel his chest hair against my back as he moves, his breathing warm against my neck. Why have we never had sex this way before? I can’t see him, but I can feel him everywhere.

“Together,” I murmur, putting my hand over his where it’s working between my legs. “I want us to come together.”

Oliver’s voice is a low rasp. “Yes.”

Together, we move and twine and work towards release. Pressed close like this, there’s not an inch of my skin that’s not pressed against his. I never want him to let me go.

His breathing picks up and I can feel his urgency. “Fuck, Lucy, I can’t…”

“Now.”

He groans into my hair and comes with full force. I can feel it, feel his body thrust and the hot pulse of him inside of me. It sets off my own pleasure and I come, contracting around him. For a split second, I don’t know where I am or who I am. There’s only this-his body against mine and the sound of his groan in my ear as we lose ourselves in each other.

It hits me with startling clarity. I’m in love with him. I’m so, so, so in love with Oliver Morris.

His breathing slows, but he doesn’t let me go. “Luce?”

“Mmm?””I’m never going to let you go either, you know.” A strong hand snakes up to cup my breast again, but this time it’s a sweet caress, a comfort.

“Good,” I murmur. He’s still inside me, our bodies sweaty and intertwined.

We fall asleep like that, tucked close together in my narrow bed, his arms around me.

“Wake up, baby.”

I blink my eyes open. Oliver is looking down at me, his deep blue eyes serious. For a moment, I think we’re at the ranch until I register the scent of freshly baked bread. It smells like sourdough, like rye…

“We overslept!”

Oliver runs his hand down my back again. “Yes, for the first time in forever.”

“Wow.” I push off him and glance at my alarm clock. “Oh my God.”

He sits up with a smile, the sheet pooled around his waist. “I’m sure your aunt and uncle won’t mind.”

“You’re right, although I’ve never been late before. But-Oh.” I clasp a hand over my mouth. “They’ll see you leave.”

His grin is crooked and far more playful than I’m used to. “I’ll say hello.”

I toss him his t-shirt and quickly pull on a pair of panties, fastening my bra. The dress I usually wear to work isn’t in my closet, but I find it thrown over the desk chair. I lift up my hair and turn to him. “Will you help me with the clasp?”

He fastens it with deft fingers, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck. “Your aunt and uncle like me,” he murmurs. “Don’t be nervous.”

I take a deep breath and turn around, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’m not worried about that part, actually. My aunt has already figured it out.”

“She has?”

“We were pretty obvious yesterday. But now they’ll know I… ugh.” I bury my head in the crook of his neck. “They’ll know we had sex, up here, last night.”

Oliver laughs. I hit him on the shoulder, but he doesn’t stop, and it’s infectious. Soon enough we’re both laughing. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

“It’s embarrassing!”

“I’m pretty sure they’ll think we’re sleeping together as soon as they find out we’re together, sweetheart. But if it makes you feel any better, I can try to sneak out while you distract them.”

I hand him his jeans. “No, that’s silly. We’re adults. I’m allowed to have sex, even if it’s mortifying that my family will know the exact details.”

“You’re exaggerating. They weren’t in this room with us last night, were they?”