Rising Sun (Book Two)

Twenty-Two: Labor Sucks

***Nathan's P. O. V.***

He places me on the countertop on all fours, yanking down my pants and underwear quickly to expose my ass. I'm already sporting a semi from the sheer excitement of what's about to happen.

Charlie grabs both my cheeks in his hands, pulling them apart and squeezing. I bite my lip to hold back a whimper, but it doesn't work. I let out a full moan when I feel him lean down and swirl his tongue around my entrance. A shiver makes its way throughout my body. His hands squeeze my cheeks even harder as he begins to lick and gently suck. My hands grip the counter as my need grows.

I let out a breathy sigh of pleasure as he finally inserts his tongue inside me, working it in and out. He starts off gentle, but soon he's aggressively eating me. I let out a few loud cries, my toes curling in pleasure.

"Mmm," Charlie says as though he's eating the most delicious meal he's ever had.

He rams a finger inside me, curling it as he searches for my prostate.

"Fuuuuck," I groan as he finds it.

He climbs onto the countertop behind me, and I know what's coming next. I hear him unzip his pants and pull them down. He slowly pushes his sex into me, his breathing becoming shaky with pleasure.

"Oh, Charlie," I moan, reaching down to stroke myself.

He slowly speeds up his thrusting, going deeper and deeper each time. Before I know it, we're both moaning loudly. I'm worried that the neighbors can hear us, but then again they're probably used to the sounds of my screams by now.

He cums inside me, which I told him to stop doing but I guess he forgot. Oh well. Honest mistake. I'm too focused on the intensity of my orgasm to care. He slides out of me as we both finish, then he carries me off to bed. I fall asleep quickly in his strong arms.

***Peter's P. O. V.***

"So how's your therapy coming along?" I ask Joy as I take another bite out of my sandwich.

He shrugs and answers in his always quiet voice, "Fine, I guess."

"When did they say you could leave?"

"Well, I'm doing okay when it comes to every day things now, but sometimes my foot hurts where my toe is missing. I can't run yet either. But as long as I attend out patient rehab and get evaluated by my psychologist, I can leave within three days."

"Babe, that's awesome!" I say, leaning over to smooch him.

"I guess," he shrugs again.

"Is something wrong?"

Another shrug.

"Joy, seriously, I'm not fucking around," I warn.

"I'm just upset that I'm different."

"What do you mean?"

"I know I'm not the same as I was before. It's a side effect of being electrocuted as badly as I was. I just feel terrible. I'm a totally different person from the guy mated with."

"No, Joy, don't feel bad," I say.

"I wanna be there for you. I wanna be the Joy I was. It makes me angry," he says, his forehead creasing.