Elias’s arm stayed heavy around my waist all night, but my mind kept replaying everything… the masked stranger hiding in the closet, watching Elias f**k me, and stroking himself while I came.
Soon, it was morning. Elias stirred behind me and kissed the back of my neck.
“Morning,” he murmured, voice still rough from sleep.
His hand slid down between my legs, fingers brushing my sore p***y.
I winced.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, forcing myself to sound normal. “Just tired.”
He rolled me onto my back and kissed me slowly. For a moment I let myself enjoy it, his warm body pressing me into the mattress. But when his c**k started hardening against my thigh, I gently pushed his chest.
“I have an early class. I can’t be late.”
Elias sighed but let me go. “Fine. But tonig
