15. Chapter 15
The word ‘ mine ’ repeated over and over in my head each time I pulled out and slid back into Dalton’s warm, tight heat. When I’d bit him and said that word, it had only been a part of the foreplay, but now, with me finally inside him? He became mine at that moment. All mine. This was where we should’ve been all those years ago. Maybe it would have happened had my uncle not ruined everything that night. But perhaps not, since my uncle had already ruined my body.
Dalton’s face looked like pure fucking bliss. He kept his eyes closed. His lips were swollen and parted, and his clean-shaven face was burned red and chafed from my growing beard. He looked absolutely stunning. I did that to him. I was doing that to him.
I gripped the top of his head, threading my fingers through his hair in tight fists, watching him, feeling him, inhaling him, tasting him. All my senses burned for him. His nails dug painfully into my back, and I relished in the sting.
I needed to find a way to keep him in my life… if we even stayed alive long enough. Owen, too. they were a package deal.
For too long, I’d been on the wrong side of the law. I would never find redemption, not that I’d ever sought it. The question was, would Dalton push aside his morality far enough away to allow me to come into his life?
My eyes rolled into my head, and my toes curled when he wrapped his legs around to the small of my back, hooking his ankles and forcing me deeper into him, careful not to touch my ass, but he did a little, anyway. I was distracted enough to push through it. His ass squeezed my cock like a warm hug, firing off all my nerves and tingling up my spine.
He tried to move his head, but I wouldn’t let him, needing to see every fucking mouth twitch, eye movement behind closed lids, and licking of his lips.
“Look at me,” I ordered, barely hanging on myself, my orgasm on the precipice of the abyss, ready to fall, but I forced it back. I need more time with him.
His eyes popped open, filled with sweet, chocolatey goodness behind hooded lids. “It’s hard…” he moaned, sliding them closed again .
I gripped his hair tighter. “Do it.”
His eyes met mine again, though they rolled when I hit his prostate again, but he brought them back into focus.
Fuck, I could watch him all day.
I could watch him forever.
His brow furrowed. “I need to come, Sid,” he whined.
“So do I, Boy Scout. So do I…”
I was desperate to, but I didn’t want to stop yet. Who knew when we’d be able to do this again, if ever? What if this was our last time together? I had to take all that I could from him.
He intentionally squeezed his muscles tighter around me, trying to force me to come so I could finish him off.
“Naughty, naughty. I’m just going to keep slowly pumping into you if you keep it up. I can hold out. How long can you?”
“Pfft… asshole.”
I chuckled and kissed his nose, jawline, chin, and back to his mouth. “That I am. Fine, do you want me to finish?”
“Please, dammit!”
I complied because I needed to taste more than his mouth and skin.
I sat up and shoved his legs back to watch my dick slide in and out of him. There was nothing hotter.
My hips gyrated faster and faster as my flesh burned in arousal the closer I was to coming. The sweat built on my skin, especially along my forehead, sliding down and tickling my temples. I gripped the back of his thighs tightly, digging my fingers into him so hard that I’d leave bruises, marking him as mine.
Mine, mine, mine .
I let go of his leg and grabbed his throat, also sprinkled with sweat. His hand landed on mine, but he didn’t pry my fingers off. I squeezed tight enough to make it uncomfortable, but not so much that he couldn’t breathe.
The pressure around my groin grew too much, and I finally let go. My cock pulsed inside him as I spilled into the condom, pumping and pumping, thrusting until I had nothing left to give.
“Fuck me… God…” I cried out.
I collapsed on Dalton as my softening cock slipped out of him, instantly missing his tight heat. My face pressed into his sweaty neck as I tried to get my breathing and heart rate under control.
He tapped my back. “Uhm… a little help here.”
I chuckled. “One blow job, coming right up.”
After yanking off the condom, tying it, and tossing it into the garbage, I grabbed his cock, hard and hot, at the base and teased him with my tongue, slowly dragging it around the edge of his tip, taking my time, knowing it was going to piss him off.
3… 2… 1…
“Dammit, Sid! If you don’t make me come right now, I’m going to punch you!”
I stifled my laugh, smirking at him before I swallowed him down all the way until the tip of my nose touched thick, dark curls.
“Oh, fuck yeah…Finally,” he rasped.
Dalton instantly thrust, and I gagged for a second before breathing through it. I had to place a hand on his pelvis to keep him steady since I could only deep throat for a second. The last thing I needed was to die by dick, even if the dick was perfect .
He folded his legs outward like wings, and his hands were in my hair, tugging and pulling for me to go deeper.
He was too impatient for any more teasing, so I went at him hard and fast, poking and prodding those sensitive areas with my tongue while sucking in my cheeks, bobbing up and down as fast as possible.
His sounds were delirious and mumbled, mingled with grunts and groans and a lot of ‘ fucks .’ It was delicious music to my ears.
As soon as his cock swelled even harder and grew hot, I prepared for the rush of cum, which hit the back of my throat a second later. Dalton arched his back for more, and I swallowed as quickly as possible.
He finally settled down, his hands falling from my head, coming to rest on the bed. The only thing moving on him was the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he lay there limply. I popped off him and gave him one more lick up his entire length with the flat of my tongue, making him jump from the overstimulation.
Goddamn , he was sexy. I loved his reactions, sounds, and responsiveness. Most guys I’d been with were basic at best, just getting off with little interest in anything more. Sex became a means to an end. But Dalton? Yeah, I wanted more of him. I felt powerful, turning him into a blissed-out wreck.
Soon, a sleepy smirk appeared on his lips, his eyes still closed. “That was fucking nice,” he said, his voice still hoarse from sex.
“Only nice? I’ll just remove the knife from my heart now.”
He peeked one eye open, still smiling. “Apologies… That was epic . It was sex to end all sex.”
“That’s more like it. You nearly crushed my fragile ego. ”
I fell into the bed next to him and pulled him against me. I didn’t know where this snuggling thing came from, but it felt natural with him.
His hand came to rest on my chest, twirling his fingers through the hair as he draped a leg over my thighs. “It was always Matt who snuggled into me,” he said, his body stiffening. “Shit, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. You and I just had amazing sex, and I blurted shit about him...”
I rolled over onto my side and looked at him. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. You had another life before me. An important one, which helped shape who you are, and I like who you are.”
His smile was tired. “Thanks, but still… This shows how out of practice I am. I simply meant… I don’t mind this shift. Snuggling into you feels right. You holding me feels right.”
“How about me fucking you?” I teased.
He laughed. “That, too.”
I fingered his sweaty bangs back from his face. “It took me years to even fuck a man. But being horny won out, and eventually, I was okay, as long as I controlled the show and no one touched my ass.”
“Which makes a lot of sense. I don’t blame you. What you went through… I still can’t fathom the suffering.”
“It’s amazing how much control you regain when you kill your torturer. Killing has always only been a job for me. I rationalized away the reasons to justify the need to kill. Eventually, it became part of the business. But killing my uncle? That was pure pleasure.”
He said nothing, and I sighed, pulling him closer as if he’d suddenly up and leave with my admission. Dalton’s goodness was strong. He probably would’ve tried to imprison my uncle had the roles been reversed.
“Anyway, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to let a man touch or fuck me there. I tried once and freaked out, but that was fifteen years ago. I never tried again. Who knows, maybe things have changed.”
Dalton surprised me by kissing me softly before pulling away. “It hasn’t changed because you couldn’t let me even touch your ass cheeks with my hands. But that’s okay. I won’t ever touch you there without your consent. If that’s never, so be it.”
We lay there in the quiet of the room, and Dalton’s body soon sagged, and his breathing evened out, fingers twitching on my chest.
While he slept, the bad memories tried to sneak past my strong walls, but I had years of experience beating them back when I didn’t feel like facing them. Instead, I chose to think about my Boy Scout.
For the first time, I wanted something meaningful with a man. It was like I’d been waiting my entire life to face Dalton again and finally get my chance to have him. I never believed in fate and second chances until his file dropped into my lap. He came with the baggage of being a widower and a package from having a son, but could I handle that? I’d never been in a relationship, let alone been around children.
Maybe it was all moot. While Dalton allowed us to have this time together, that didn’t mean he wanted to be with me for good. When he got his life back, he would probably want nothing to do with me.
Was I okay with him walking away?
Fuck no.
Not even a little.
That meant I needed to do whatever it took to keep him in my life. Going clean wouldn’t matter. I’d committed way too many crimes and killed too many people, and I couldn’t come back from that. I went into this knowing I’d go to hell when I died if there were such a thing.
I didn’t want to go legit. Could you see me working in some office with boring people who squabble about shitty office coffee? Hell no. It was too late for me to change my ‘ career ’ choice. I was in it way too deep.
What I needed to do was convince Dalton to put aside his morals for me.
But how?