Chapter 45 #2
“No,” he denies, but the way he’s averting his gaze leads me to believe he’s not being very truthful. “At least not the only reason.”
“Why else?” I prod, continuing the slow rock of my hips, enjoying the way his cock twitches. Dayton groans, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place.
“I won’t be able to formulate words if you keep doing that,” he admits, his stare molten as he grinds himself against me, wrenching a whimper from my suddenly dry throat.
“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way.
At my pace. Do you understand, Butterfly?
” Dayton demands, dragging his tongue over the hollow of my throat.
I nod like a bobblehead, willing to agree to whatever he wants me to as long as it ends with his dick buried deep inside of me.
“Good girl,” he rasps, grabbing me by the ass and placing me on his desk.
I gasp, surprised he could lift me so easily, but the realization that it didn’t even faze him only turns me on more.
“Legs over my shoulders, baby.” He spreads my thighs, positioning me the way he wants me and places a tender kiss on each of my ankles.
“Now lean back and get comfortable. I won’t be stopping until your legs are shaking and you’ve flooded my fucking desk.
” And with that, his tongue swipes out, licking me from my entrance to my clit.
For a second, I think I might be levitating, but the unforgiving wood beneath me reaffirms that I’m still on solid ground.
Dayton holds me in place, forcing my compliance as he laps at my pussy, flattening his tongue one second and then flicking it rapidly against the bundle of nerves that’s begging for his undivided attention.
I drag my fingers over the buzzed strands of his hair, choking on air when he firms his tongue and begins fucking me with it.
The sounds escaping me are foreign to my own ears, mixed with my pleading and begging as I grow desperate to finally crest the wave I’m riding and come apart against his mouth.
Inserting two of his fingers, Dayton thrusts them in and out of me at a torturously slow pace, but then his teeth graze my clit, nipping it lightly, so my pleasure coalesces with the perfect amount of pain.
I scream my release, a gush of wetness escaping me that leaves me startled for a second.
But then Dayton groans, lifting his head to reveal his glistening chin.
“Making you squirt is my new favorite pastime.” The hedonistic grin he gives me short-circuits my brain.
“Come here, Butterfly,” he croons, sliding me closer and helping me stand.
“Let’s see if we can do it again.” He spins me around so I’m facing the desk, then lifts my shirt over my head, leaving me completely naked.
I gasp when I see the mess I’ve made of the papers he was grading, the writing beginning to blur in certain places from my release making them wet.
Dayton follows my horrified gaze, chuckling when he sees the ruined work of his students.
“I guess they all get 100s now,” he jokes, reclaiming his seat and shoving his pants down to free his cock.
Finally. He drags me to his lap, keeping my back to his front, and immediately tweaks my overly sensitive nipples.
I groan, arching my spine and grinding my ass against his length.
Dayton peppers kisses along my shoulder and neck, then lifts me slightly so he can line himself up with my entrance.
“Nice and slow, Butterfly,” he orders, controlling my descent with a firm hold on my hips.
“Jesus, fuck,” he pants, the feel of him stretching me causing goosebumps to pebble my skin.
“I’ll never get tired of this. The way you take me, drawing my cock into your body like I’m meant to be there.
Like it’s my fucking job to fill the empty spaces that leave you feeling bereft and needy.
” I whimper when he fully seats himself inside of me, his thickness taking me several seconds to get used to.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby.” That’s all the warning I get before he has me bouncing on his cock.
The muscles in his arms flex as he lifts me up and down effortlessly.
His hand slides over my stomach, curving down so he can toy with my clit.
My orgasm barrels into me without warning, a loud groan escaping me before I can bite it back.
Suddenly, Dayton pulls out of me, causing me to whimper in protest. The sound of a cap popping open has me glancing back so I can figure out what’s happening.
Dayton’s holding a bottle of lubricant, generously coating his dick with it.
“Tilt forward, Butterfly,” he instructs, his voice pure gravel.
“Brace your hands on the desk.” I do as he says, flinching when he spreads my ass cheeks and covers me in the slick liquid.
I tense slightly when his finger begins to prod me, but the moment he breaches that tight ring of muscle, I completely relax.
“My girl loves having her ass fucked, huh?” Dayton goads, but I’m too lost in the indescribable sensations lighting up my nerve endings, so the filthy way he poses the question doesn’t trigger a flashback of Tobias shaming me for taking pleasure in it.
I shove backward in answer, taking more of him.
“Just like that, baby.” Dayton adds a second finger, and then a third, prepping me to take his thick cock.
“Now, Dayton,” I beg, knowing my body is more than ready. Not needing further encouragement, he pulls his fingers free, adds more lubrication to both of us, and presses the tip of his dick against my ass.
“Take a deep breath, Butterfly.” The moment I fully inhale, he thrusts two inches into me, taking my breath away.
Before I can get my bearings, he wraps his arm around my front, sliding it between my breasts so he can collar my throat, and eases in several more.
I scramble for purchase, my nails digging into his flesh and leaving crescent-shaped indentations.
“I can’t,” I gasp, panic making my muscles tighten reflexively. “You’re too big.” I’m on the verge of sobbing, the line between pleasure and pain blurring so heavily I can barely distinguish the two.
“You can,” Dayton encourages. “You were made for me, baby. Just like I was made for you. Every ridge of my cock is meant to be squeezed by this pussy and ass.” He brings his fingers to my mouth, the ones that weren’t inside of me, and tells me to suck.
I do so eagerly, swirling my tongue around them, lathering his digits with my saliva.
He pops them free and brings them to my clit, rapidly strumming it and bringing me to the edge of an orgasm in a matter of seconds.
While my attention is elsewhere, Dayton seats his cock to the hilt.
I groan, squirming at the fullness and eager to feel him pounding in and out of me.
“You take my cock so fucking beautifully, Butterfly.” He retreats, then surges back in, his thrust long and hard.
I can feel my ass cheeks bounce against his pelvis.
A keening sound escapes me as he uses his hold around my throat and hip to fuck me senseless.
My release is so close I can taste it, and then the bedroom door opens.
“Hey, D,” Col announces distractedly, typing something on his phone.
“Do you know where Andi…” he trails off, glancing up as the sound of Dayton and me breathing heavily finally catches his attention.
“Oh, fuck.” His phone clatters to the floor, his eyes wide with shock as he stands frozen in place.
No one moves or says anything for several painfully long seconds, our gazes locked on one another in a standstill.
Eventually, Colsen grits his teeth, his jaw flexing with the effort as he turns to leave.
He barely makes it a step before Dayton speaks up.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he grinds out, his cock twitching as I start to squirm, unable to hold still a second longer.
“Pull up a chair and watch me fuck our girl, or whip your dick out and join us, but what you don’t get to do is walk away.
Andi deserves better than that, and if this is going to work, you’ve gotta get used to the idea of occasionally walking in on one of us being balls deep inside of her. ”
“Jesus Christ, Dayton!” Col swears, turning his body so he’s facing the opposite side of the room. “It’s not as simple as get over it for me.”
“Man the fuck up,” Dayton argues, dragging us backward until he can take a seat in his desk chair. I squeak, the movement lodging his dick impossibly deeper. Col glances back as the sound escapes me, a low, tortured groan clawing its way up his throat as he adjusts the front of his jeans.
“Holy shit,” Dayton gasps. “You’re turned on!” he accuses.
“Shut. Up.” Col refuses to face us, but Dayton has no intention of letting this go.
“Your problem isn’t with sharing Andi. You’re disgusted with yourself because you want to share her,” Dayton surmises, and the fact that Colsen remains suspiciously quiet is rather telling.
“Look at me, Col.” It takes him several seconds to make a decision, but he eventually turns, positioning his body directly in front of ours.
My eyes are immediately drawn to the erection straining against the zipper of his jeans, the thought of him being turned on from watching us making a flood of wetness drip from my pussy to where Dayton’s cock is still stretching my ass.
“Hang on, baby. I’m going to get our boy here situated, and then we’ll both fuck you until you can’t walk straight.
Sound good, Butterfly?” I whimper in reply, Dayton’s growled promise vibrating my back and sending tingles down my spine.
Col shuffles his feet, his hungry gaze bouncing from my face to my sopping wet sex.
Sensing the tenuous hold Colsen has on his restraint, Dayton hooks my knees over his and spreads me wide.