Truth or Dare - Part 11: Aftercare

It seemed hours, or minutes, or maybe days, that the three of them stayed there, where they were, barely moving. Touching skin-to-skin. Catching their breath. But sooner or later someone had to shift and it was Caleb who did so first. Taking the lead. Of course.

He pushed himself back, slipping out of her. She could hear his own deep breathing and his touch on her back was soft and gentle. Carefully undoing the belt from around her throat and slipping it off her. His hand at the back of her neck, massaging gently, and Jack moving now too, his hands to her face. The two of them helped her shift upwards, so she could put more weight on her legs and lean with her arms on the back of the couch, instead of being prone over it.

Her knees wobbled as she put weight on them. Her joints cracked. Every inch of her ached.

“Stay there. Don’t move,” Caleb said. His voice, still somewhat breathless, no longer held the dark, brutal tones of before, and yet it was as much of an order as anything he’d said to her in the last hour.

She nodded without protest, leaning on her hands on the back of the couch. She wasn’t sure she could move any further right now anyway.

He disappeared from the room. Jack leant over and kissed her forehead.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he whispered.

“Thank you, Jack.”

Caleb returned and she felt his hands, cool and damp, on her...