14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Blaire
A fter a long-needed shower, I wrap a towel around me and pad across the hardwood floors into Dallas’ room, stealing a clean shirt from him and tossing it over my head, letting the towel drop to my feet. Bending over to grab it, I flip my hair forward and use the towel to wrap it up when hands glide over my bare ass. I yelp and jump forward, only to be held in place by those firm hands around my hips.
“Dallas!”
“Walking into my room to find you already in here, bent over, bare-assed in nothing but one of my T-shirts is a fucking wet dream.”
I relax into his big arms as they pull me closer, his hard length pressing into my back.
“I just got clean; can you wait a bit before messing me up again?” I beg, even though my pussy is already throbbing, wanting him.
“Maybe I don’t like you clean. Maybe I prefer you dirty, with my scent all over you and my cum leaking out of every hole.”
His words trigger a moan as one of his hands wraps around my waist and the other slips between us, heading south, my body on fire. He rubs between my legs, fingering my center, and my arousal is quick to respond. He dips in, pushing deep before pulling out and slipping upward, pressing and swirling around my asshole.
“Have you ever been fucked here?”
I shake my head.
“Only what you’ve done with your fingers.”
“Good. Now get on the bed.”
I do as he says, my body on autopilot, letting him lead me into the abyss. He strips out of his clothes before walking over to his end table and pulling out a bottle of lube. He tosses it next to me and kneels on the bed between my legs. Running his hands up my thighs, he spreads them further so his big shoulders can fit between them. He settles in, his face right at my center, but he doesn’t do anything but stare.
“Such a good pussy, princess. You’re already weeping for me.”
He leans in, smelling me for a moment before he spits. I’m so shocked all I can do is whimper, torn between the shock of the action and how degradingly hot it is. He spits again, letting it fall from his lips and drip onto my center before finally leaning in and licking me. He drags his tongue from ass to clit, over, and over, and over again until I’m a dripping, moaning mess under him.
“Please, Dallas. Make me come. I can’t take anymore.”
“That’s it, baby, beg for it.”
His fingers meet my center, pressing into my pussy, the noises embarrassingly loud. I can hear just how wet I am, feel it dripping down to my ass where I know he wants it. He fucks me with his fingers until I’m a squirming mess under him. When I’m right on the edge, he pulls them out, moving them lower to my asshole, rimming it, pulling my wetness to it before he presses in with one finger. I know I can handle this, he’s done it before, but I still clench slightly from the intrusion.
“Gonna need you to relax, you know how this works, you’ve taken this much before.”
He licks my clit in flicks, driving me wild while his finger works into my ass, pumping in a few times. My body starts to press into him, my hand moving to grasp around the back of his head, holding him to me, wanting him to make me come.
“Please, please. Please. I need to come.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth and the orgasm finally crests, causing my toes to curl and forcing tears from my eyes as I shake under him. Just as I’m falling, I feel the pressure in my ass increase, realizing he’s added another finger. He scissors them, stretching me and preparing me to take his huge, pierced dick. His words of praise echo around me as I melt into the bed.
Once he pulls his fingers free, sitting up between my legs and uncapping the lube, I watch in a trance as he covers his cock with the liquid, pumping it in his fist and then adding more. He pours some on two of his fingers, rubbing along my hole and pressing them in. He watches his actions, his face transfixed and hungry. His hips gyrate slowly, fucking the air while his fingers move in and out.
“Fuck, you should see what you look like right now, baby girl. So open for me. So fucking pretty.”
I moan, his words doing just as much for me as his fingers are. Finally, he pulls free, leaning over me and lining up his fat cock with my entrance.
He cups my face with his clean hand and looks into my eyes.
“You’re going to breathe for me and let me take care of you, just as I have been. You understand?”
“Yes.”
“That’s a good girl.”
He kisses me as he presses in the thick, mushroom head of his dick. I gasp into his mouth, his fingers rubbing against the side of my face, calming me.
“Shh. It’s going to feel so good. But you’ve got to breathe and let me in. Relax,” he whispers against my lips.
I take a deep breath, allowing myself to relax, knowing how good this will feel if I allow it. He presses in a bit more and I feel the first of the six barbells that climb his length.
“Such a good girl, that’s one. Five to go, baby.”
He kisses me, fucking my mouth with his tongue, holding the side of my face tightly in his hand. I moan against him as I feel him press in again, deeper this time.
“Halfway there, beautiful. You were made to take this. Fuck, you’re so perfect, Blaire.”
“Oh god, Dallas, I feel so full.”
“Almost, baby.”
He presses in again, two more piercings grazing my rim as he fills me. The feeling of each of them drives me insane. He finally, finally , presses all the way in, filling me completely, and stops, giving me time to adjust and relax.
“You took all of me, Blaire, you did so well. You like it? You like having your ass filled with my cock?”
“God, yes, Dallas.”
I wiggle against him, loving the sensation it gives me. He moans, deep and masculine, and then he starts to pull out. Each piercing is evident as he withdraws slowly and presses back in, impossibly deep.
“Shit, you feel so good. So. Fucking. Tight.”
I relax further, loving the feeling, and start to meet him thrust for thrust. The pace is torturously slow, and I want more, I want it harder. I trust him not to hurt me. I press my hands against his chest, pushing him away from me. He gets the hint and moves to his knees between my legs, pulling out completely and grabbing my hips. His strong arms roll me, flipping me onto my stomach and pulling my hips back up to him. His hand goes to my head, pressing it down into the mattress so that my ass is in the air. I hear the squirt of lube and then he’s notching that head back at my entrance and pressing in. It’s much easier this time since I’m stretched and ready to accept his girth.
“Oh, fuck, such a dirty little princess. Your ass is swallowing me, Blaire, taking me so fucking well.”
“Aah. Dallas! Holy shit.”
His thrusts are stronger now, deeper, his moans becoming louder and mixing with his dirty words.
“Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself come while I fuck this pretty ass.” His palms grip into the meat of my ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing, massaging. “Fuck, this ass. I could fuck you like this every day, dirty girl.”
I move my hand between my legs, easily slipping through my wet center and finding my clit. I press down firmly, swirling my fingers in small circles, pleasure racing up my spine.
“Dallas, I’m going to come. It all feels too good.”
His palm comes down and slaps my ass, my cheek shaking from the force of it. I moan loudly at the sting.
“Wait for me,” he growls.
I whine, slowing down my movements and trying to hold out, but it’s too hard. The pleasure is too much.
“I can’t, please,” I beg desperately.
He thrusts into my asshole once more before groaning loudly, “Come, baby, fucking come for me!” I press down firmly and that’s all it takes. I’m washed away in euphoria as the pleasure takes over. My legs shake, collapsing down onto the bed, and Dallas follows me, lying on my back. I scream out his name as I’m lost to it all.
“You’re incredible. You just blew my mind.”
“You’re lying,” I pant, unsure why I’m looking for confirmation that he isn’t feeding me a line of bullshit, but there’s a huge part of me that lives for his praise. Something I’ve never wanted or needed before, but with him, I crave it.
“I don’t bother with lies. There’s no point in them. I’ve never been like that-no one has ever-fuck. I’m at a loss for words, princess. But that was mind-blowing, and I’ve never come so hard in my life. Thank you for giving me that part of you.”
His words fill me with satisfaction, and I smile into the mattress. After we’ve caught our breath, he climbs off me, pulling me with him. He starts the shower, gets out two towels, and hangs them on the hooks next to the walk-in shower. We both step in, Dallas pulling me into the spray. I let him, and the warm water feels so good on my body. When he grabs the shampoo and moves to wash my hair, I grab his wrist, stopping him.
“Please. Let me clean you up.”
“Washing my hair isn’t cleaning me up after sex, that’s something else entirely. Thank you, though. I can do it.”
He concedes, knowing that I’m right. We finish our shower and dress in comfy clothes, because why would we get dressed? Not that I have anything here anyway.
The rest of the day goes by slowly, but somehow we avoid deeper conversation about me. He tells me about growing up at the distillery. How he and his brothers used to play hide and seek in the barrel stock house, and then once they got older, used to sneak girls into it to fool around. He talks about his parents and their love for each other, how his dad has worshiped his mom for as far back as he can remember. His stories fill my heart with happiness for him and his family, but also make me yearn to have one of my own someday. It’s not even that I am desperate to have children, because I’m not, but I hope whoever I end up spending the rest of my life with has a family like the Hayes. It’s incredibly rare to be so close and love each other so fiercely. At least, it is in my world.