After another quick rinse in the shower, we dried off, neglected to put on clothes, and plopped onto his bed, crawling back into the warm blissful haven beneath the sheets. Light beamed in through his bedroom window. It was one of those unusual days where the ground was still covered in snow but the sun shone brightly in the sky.
“Do you have any plans the rest of the day?” he asked, propping himself on an elbow beside me. “I know you said you had plans last night, I’m sorry I made you miss them.”
Laying on my back, I turned to smile at him. He hadn’t shaved and I found the light stubble on his face made him even more alluring. “Well, I didn’t really have any last night. I was just saying that as an excuse to avoid you.”
He gave a lopsided smile. “I figured as much.”
“But to answer your question, no, I don’t really have any plans today. I might have to do some studying for midterms coming up, but nothing really pressing. You? You going to train today?”
“I usually do on Sundays but I don’t really feel like going today.” He groaned then smiled at me. “I just wanna stay inside the apartment all day long and hang out with you. What do ya think?” He squeezed me to him. I loved it every time he squeezed me and crushed my body against his; the pressure was invigorating.
“Don’t you train like every day though? When’s the last time you missed a session?”
“Umm . . . I think I missed a day about two years ago because I got sick.”
“Wow, so dedicated. I feel bad, I don’t want to be the reason you skip again if it’s that important to you.”
“You’re what’s important to me. I just wanna be with you and that’s what I plan on doing. So what do ya think about hanging out with me all day?”
I giggled. “I’d love that actually. I was kind of thinking the same thing: staying in all day. I don’t want to leave the apartment either. I wish we could just stay in and have sex all day every day.”
He laughed. “I like that idea. Why can’t we do that?”
“Because we have responsibilities and stuff,” I offered as a suggestion.
“Eh, we can blow those off.”
I smiled in agreement. “I mean we have classes and midterms, you have matches to fight, we have to eat—we’ll eventually run out of protein bars you know.”
He kissed me and brushed my hair behind my ear. “We can order delivery. I got some extra money from my fights. That should last us a while.”
“Mmm . . . delivery. I like the sound of that.” I giggled. “We can be like the cats—they’re happy never leaving the apartment. It’s scary and dangerous outside, there’s fast cars and feral cats.” I briefly thought about that feral black cat again and how it had almost caused me to drown. It terrified me to think what would happen if Taylor got into a fight with that cat. “Plus, I’m sure other cats gossip. And I don’t want anyone talking shit about Taylor.”
“That’s right,” he murmured against my cheek before pecking it with his lips. “Well, the kitties need more food too. So we may have to get them some more from the mall. Unless we can order it off of Amazon.”
I nodded. “Amazon rocks.”
He glanced at my br**sts. “We also need to get more condoms and lube. I think we’re almost out. I can’t believe we blew through so much. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Yeah, I don’t know what it is, but I can’t get enough of you either, Hunter. It’s like you’re turning me into a sex kitten,” I teased. “You make me feel so good.”
“You’re not sore yet right?”
“I’m a little sore but I like the feeling. It’s like having an itch but when you scratch it, it feels so good. It’s kind of good to feel something all the time, you know? I want to be even more sore. How are you holding up?”
“I’m so sore right now.” He grinned. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk tomorrow. But I can’t stop f**king you, Lorrie. Everytime I look at you, feel your body against mine, I’m hard again. It’s painful, but goddammit does it feel good. It’s like I have to be inside you. I’ve never felt this way before, ever. I don’t care if my dick falls off.”
I giggled, wondering if such a thing was possible. “Is it possible to have too much sex? Maybe we’ll go blind.”
“Who cares? As long as we have each other, we’ll be good. You ready for round ten?”
I nodded eagerly. “Bring it on, Hunter ‘The Hammer’ Jensen!”
I woke up with my head against Hunter’s chest. I must’ve fallen asleep. There was still a little bit of light outside. Hunter was gently stroking my hair, his eyes closed.
I grumbled softly. “Mmm . . . what time is it?”
“Dunno,” he murmured lazily.
“How long was I asleep?”
“Mmm . . . maybe an hour, half an hour?”
“Really?” I rubbed my eye and yawned. “Feels like I was out for a while.”
A buzzing on the bedside stand woke us from our stupor. Hunter reached over and picked up his phone. “Damn, Gary just sent me a text. I was supposed to spar with him today.” He showed me the message on his phone.
“Uh oh,” I replied. “Will he be mad?”
“Busy hanging with Lorrie,” Hunter said, prolonging the pronunciation as he typed out the words. He sent the reply to Gary and returned the phone to the nightstand. “Nah, there’s plenty of other guys at Bigg’s that can help him train . . . now what were we talking about again?”
I smiled from Hunter’s attentiveness and leaned my head against his chest again. Light hairs tickling my cheek were a fresh reminder of his raw masculinity. Although his chest was firm, it was the best pillow I’d ever slept on. “. . . I was just wondering how long I’d been asleep.”
“Oh yeah, I think you dozed off after that last orgasm. You were probably exhausted.” He yawned and closed his eyes again.
“Ah, right.” A montage of riding Hunter and being ridden by him came back to me. I didn’t know how it was possible after all the energy I’d expelled, but I felt myself getting aroused again. “You sleepy?”
“Umm . . . a little. Why?”
I fumbled for his c**k beneath the sheets. Finding it soft, I began gently stroking it. “I don’t know. I was just thinking if you want to go for another round. Which one would this be?”