April can't believe how well the headache-excuse works. It gives her three days or rather nights, enough time for her body to heal so much that it wouldn't protest when Donnie touches her.
She makes sure the room is very dark that night. Afraid that Donnie might see her fading bruises anyway, she doesn't really give in to the feeling of Donnie's hands touching her just right, of the rhythm of his dick thrusting into her just right. She only realizes when Donnie stops.
"You … okay?" he asks, breathing heavily.
"Yes!" she replies quickly. "I'm fine!"
She wraps her legs around his shell, forcing him deeper into her because she knows how much he likes that.
"Please," she says, making her voice tremble a little bit. "Please continue!"
She feels a wave of relief coming from him, and then he starts thrusting into her again, and she meets his thrusts with sighs and silent moans.
It's their first night together in days.
And it's their first night together where Donnie doesn't make her come.
Donnie's already snoring next to her, but April is wide awake.
She can still feel the heat between her legs, she can still feel his thrust, and she remembers how it felt when he came deep inside her.
It's been like all their nights before, and still, April feels numb now.
She gets up and sneaks into the bathroom, naked as she is.
Silently, she closes and locks the door, then lets herself glide to the cold tiled floor. Resting her back against the door, she squeezes her eyes shut.
With a sigh she spreads her legs and moves her hand to her clit. The flesh is still so sensitive from Donnie's lovemaking, it hurts when she touches it.
But she can't help it.
She rubs her fingers over her clit, faster after a little while and with more pressure. She ignores the pain, hisses between gritted teeth, and keeps going until she finally comes.
She can still feel the pulsating between her legs when she climbs back into the bed and lies down next to Donnie.
It doesn't make her feel better, it doesn't feel right. Heck, it doesn't even feel good!
She spends the rest of the night staring into the darkness.
When she hears Donnie stirring in the morning, she rolls onto her side and closes her eyes.
She can hear Donnie sit up, feels his eyes on her, but she doesn't move until he gets up and leaves the room on tiptoes.
April must have fallen asleep after that because when she opens her eyes again, two hours have passed.
Her eyes widen when she realizes that she's going to be late for her classes.
With a curse on her lips she manages to get dressed and grab her stuff.
Dashing out of the room, she finds Donnie and his brothers gathered in the pit in front of the TV. Donnie is about to open is mouth.
"No time! Talk later!" she yells at him as she rushes to the turnstiles.
She knows Donnie's watching her every move, she knows he's frowning, she knows his mouth is still open.
But she has no time to deal with that now.
And as much as she wants to feel sorry for it, as much as she waits for the pang of guilt to cut through her heart, all she feels is relief.
She hates it.