Chapter 37
Korren
By the time Dex finally gets back, I’ve raided his alcohol supply and am getting drunk. I know it’s not a good idea. But right now, everything in my life is starting to crumble around the edges, and maybe this will help hold things together a bit longer.
Partway through my third glass of whisky, my mind became fixated on another dare. It’s going to be a mistake. I already know it. But I can’t let the idea go.
“Hey, Korren,” Dex says cautiously as he lets himself in. “Are you doing okay? How was the house?” His eyes flick to the bottle of whisky on the coffee table beside my knee.
“It won’t work for me,” I say, and I know my words are running together. I’m drunker than I’d realized. “Too much money. Not enough privacy.”
I get to my feet and lurch toward him. When I’m right up in his space, I grab a handful of his shirt and pull him even closer. To my surprise, his pupils flare wide as he meets my eyes. Is that lust? Or just wishful thinking on my part?
“I dare you to fuck me,” I growl. “And don’t be gentle.”
Dex’s eyes lock onto mine. “Are you sure about this? You’ve had a lot to drink. I don’t want to—”
“Please, Dex.”
He doesn’t even hesitate. With a bruising kiss, he shoves me toward the bedroom and throws me back onto the bed. He unbuttons our shirts and yanks off my pants followed by his, leaving both of our shirts hanging off our shoulders.
I try to roll onto my stomach, but he grabs my arm to stop me. “Not this time. I want to see your face.”
That sends fire through my veins, and my cock begins to ache, as if a good fuck will drain all the poison from my mind.
He crawls onto the bed, his knees pinning my hips in place, and gives me another rough kiss, as if he thinks this might be our last time together and he’s going to take everything he can get from me.
I’m too drunk to pretend I’m not loving every bit of it.
I seize his hips and grind them against mine, our cocks rubbing together, and he kisses me again, devouring me with his greedy mouth and driving everything from my mind except desperation to have him inside me.
“More,” I beg. “Give me more.”
Dex falls back for a moment, leaving me dizzy and aching for everything he’ll give me.
Then his mouth is on my cock and two lube-slicked fingers are pushing into my ass, and it’s so fucking incredible I see stars. His tongue is soft as it grazes my length, and when his fingers hit the same sensitive spot I found inside him, I arch my back and nearly come right then.
“Fuck, Dex. Slow down.”
His mouth comes off my cock for a moment, but his fingers are still down there, working in circles and driving me wild. “I want to taste you,” he says huskily.
Then he’s sucking me off again, taking me in deeper than before, and my cock is pulsing in desperation for release.
I hold off as long as I can.
But it’s impossible to fight the twin pleasures of his fingers working my prostate and his lips sliding warm against my cock.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn him.
Dex doesn’t pull back, so I arch my hips and thrust into his mouth, shooting my load down his throat.
My whole body spasms at the release. I’ve never felt such intense pleasure before.
Dex lets me slide out of his mouth, and he swallows and grins at me, the fucker. I don’t know why that’s so hot, but it is.
He doesn’t even give me a moment to catch my breath.
Somehow he’s already got a condom on, and now it’s his fucking massive cock pushing at my entrance.
“Let me know if it’s too much,” he murmurs.
“I told you, I want it rough.”
Still, he’s careful as he thrusts in little by little, sliding a fraction of an inch deeper each time.
When he grazes that sensitive spot again, my own cock decides it hasn’t had enough and begins to stiffen again.
Soon he’s buried in me up to the hilt.
And fuck me, but something about the way he fills me up is more satisfying than any sex I’ve ever had before.
“You all right, baby?” he asks.
“’Course.”
He lingers there for a long moment, dipping his head to kiss me as I savor the way I can feel every inch of him buried deep inside me.
Then he’s thrusting into me, and he’s not gentle at all this time. It hurts, but in the most incredible way. This is everything I’d ever craved. Nothing else matters except the rhythm of Dex pounding into me, his pupils blown out with lust, his knees bracketing my hips.
I thought it couldn’t get better, but it does, because he wraps a hand around my cock and jerks me off in time with his thrusts. I’m getting close again, and I want to hold back as long as possible, because I’m terrified that this will end and I’ll never get to feel Dex inside me again.
Soon he rocks against me, thrusting in twice more as he comes. His groan of pleasure is enough to finish me off, cum dripping down Dex’s hand where it’s still tight around my cock.
“Fuck, Korren,” Dex groans. He pulls out gently and then drapes himself over me, his body smothering mine in the most wonderful way.
I lock my arms around his back, not thinking about what this means or what comes next, just certain that in this moment, drunk and hazy with pleasure, I never want to let go of him.