25. Ally
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
ALLY
Dan sits me on his couch, kneeling in front of me with a box of first aid supplies. He takes hold of my injured forearm, being delicate as he disinfects the wound. The apartment is filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the distant sound of traffic. Through the dim glow of his red neon lights, I watch his face contorted with guilt.
He hasn’t spoken much since we left The Scarlet Mirage, other than to ask how my arm is feeling. But I’ve felt the self-loathing within him every second of the journey back here.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I whisper.
He finishes with the disinfectant and searches through the first aid supplies, avoiding my gaze.
“This day, every year, is horrendous. A reminder of what a fuck up I am.”
“Dan.” I rest my good hand on his, forcing him to stop rummaging for medical equipment and listen. Though, he still won’t look at me. “Having you in my life is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
“I almost got you killed.” His hand slips out from beneath mine and he dresses my wound, taking care as he winds a bandage around my forearm.
“You’re the first real friend I’ve ever had. You make me feel like I’m not alone in this world. You believe in me during times when I don’t believe in myself. When we met, I was having frequent panic attacks. You were the only one who could help me. You’re my person.”
He breaks at my last words, his head hanging between his shoulders. I place my hand on Dan’s cheek, feeling him tremble beneath my touch. My heart aches, seeing him in this much pain.
He takes a breath and finally meets my eyes, cupping my jaw in his palms. “Ally, if anything were to ever happen to you, I don’t think I could live with myself. You’re all that is good in this world. You’re everything to me.”
“Nothing will happen to me.”
Dan closes the distance between us with a soft but desperate kiss. His hands move from my jaw to the nape of my neck, his touch feather-light yet electrifying. And then the gentleness is gone and he’s clinging to me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. I slide forward on the couch, spreading my legs around Dan’s waist, inviting him in closer.
Our kisses grow deeper and more urgent as I press my body to his. Dan’s breath comes in ragged gasps, hot against my lips as his hands slip down my waist and up beneath my dress, grabbing my hips and ass. His fingertips dig into my skin, and I’m sure they’ll leave small indents in their wake. Maybe even slight bruises. I need his mark on me. Only his. I want to look at myself in the mirror after all this is over and see evidence that reminds me of the passion from this night.
I tilt my head back, exposing the column of my throat to him. He takes advantage, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my skin, each one sending a jolt of desire straight to my core.
Dan’s lips draw back, leaving an unwanted coolness to my skin. I meet his gaze, and though guilt still lives within his eyes, he’s overpowered by pain. The same pain I feel in myself, knowing this will be over between us tomorrow. We can’t continue sneaking around. But I told Dan we have this one day together where the future isn’t our concern. I won’t dwell on the heartache. Tonight, I’m his.
Tomorrow is a different story.
“Take me to your bed,” I whisper.
With a newfound urgency, Dan lifts me off the couch and carries me to his bedroom where everything takes on a blue tinge from the neon lights. The neon is so him and I love being in his space.
My heart pounds, knowing I’m about to be with Dan in such an intimate way that I’ve always wanted but never thought possible. He lays me beneath him, and his kisses become more fervent, almost aggressive. His hands find the zip on the side of my dress, and after a few moments of attempting to pull it down, Dan rips the fabric, tearing it straight off my body.
“I’ll buy you a new dress.” His dick grinds between my legs and we both groan. “I’ll buy you anything you want.”
Dan fists my lace panties, ripping them off me too. My bra comes off in the same manner. I’m not mad about the ruined clothes. His urgency to get me naked only heightens my arousal.
Dan’s tongue finds my nipple, his thumb pinching and stroking the other, and I clutch his shoulders, gasping as pleasure bursts through me. His hands roam my body, hungered to explore every curve, every contour as if trying to etch me into his memory. The way his touch makes me feel is like nothing I could have ever imagined. I want him to take me further, to make me his completely. And I want it now.
I press up, sitting with Dan on his bed, my fingers trembling as I undo the buttons of his shirt, exposing his bare chest. His skin is warm beneath my fingertips, and I marvel at the strength of his muscles, admiring his body in the dim blue light. He pulls his shirt off and steps out of his pants, standing naked in front of me.
I stare at the thick length of his cock, a little nervous at the size of it. I’ve always assumed my first time wouldn’t hurt because of toys I’ve used, but none of them were the size of him.
“I’ll be gentle,” Dan says, seeing my thoughts reflected in my eyes.
I shake my head, meeting his gaze. “I don’t want you to be.”
I’ve been shameless in front of Dan with the things I’ve done. Unrecognizable to even myself. So often, I’ve performed sexual acts in front of him that were about pushing the boundaries and seeking the thrill of doing something wrong. But tonight, with Dan right now, none of this is about thrill-seeking. I’m wholeheartedly in love with this man.
“We have one night together. I want no barriers,” I tell him. “Don’t hold back on me just because it’s my first time.”
His eyes darken with possession. “Don’t say that, Ally, or I’ll truly lose control.”
“I mean it.”
“Then open your legs. You’re about to get fucked.” Dan returns to the bed, climbing over me and laying me flat with kisses.
His dominance is always my undoing. I follow his command, gasping when Dan grabs my thighs and yanks them around his waist. The tip of his cock strokes a line up the entire length of my wetness, making me whimper from how much I need him.
“Slow at first,” he says, hovering above me on his hands. “I’ll need to get you adjusted to my dick before I can fuck you how I want to.” His words send a spark of arousal all the way from my clit to my toes. He strokes his dick along my wetness again. “This will hurt a little. But then it will start to feel good. Real good, I promise.”
I angle my hips, in search of the head of his cock. His hardness presses at the opening between my legs and inches in. My breath quickens and I shut my eyes, trying to work through the initial sting.
“Fuck,” Dan groans, the sound filled with obsession. He pushes in more, and it’s too much.
“Stop,” I gasp. I’m stretched so tight around him, I need a moment.
His tongue returns to my nipples, drawing out an unexpected cry of pleasure that helps with the pain.
“That’s it. Good girl,” Dan praises. “I know you can take more. Your little pussy is so fucking tight, but it was made for my dick.”
I nod, signaling for him to give me more. His cock sinks deeper, all the way until our hips are locked tight with each other. This time, I cry out with both pain and bliss, my spine arching off the mattress at the feel of him hitting my back wall. Dan shudders above me, continuing to kiss and brush my nipples, worshiping my breasts to lessen the pain.
“Breathe.” He lowers my back to the bed, his breath heavy and his eyes dark, monitoring my pain level. “Are you ready for me to start moving?”
I shake my head. I’m stretched so tightly around his cock that it hurts, but in the best way possible. I don’t think I can take more, but I don’t want him to stop being this deep inside me. My legs wrap around his waist, keeping him in place.
“Trust me.” He releases my legs and pulls out, all the way to the tip, the emptiness making me crave him again.
Dan slowly thrusts back inside, as deep as the first time, and the feeling is so intense that I can’t help myself from moaning.
“I know, baby. I know,” he rasps, tilting his hips. His dick flexes inside me, drawing out another gasp from me. “Fuck, Ally. You are so tight. You’re doing so well. You feel incredible.”
He thrusts again, this time a little faster, and the movement is easier for me to take. We find a slow rhythm, my hips working in time with his. I watch him move above me and try to memorize every little detail about this moment, the way his jaw begins to tighten and his muscles strain. The blue light cast upon us and how I’ll think back to this moment every time I see a neon light from now on.
“Look at you, taking my dick.” He watches where his cock pumps into me, shuddering. I love having this effect on him, knowing he’s enjoying my body. “You’re so good at it, Ally. Such a fast learner. Your body was made for sex. Made for me to fuck.”
Dan’s praise, along with his hands roaming my body, sends shivers down my spine.
On his next thrust, his teeth clench and he sucks in a sharp hiss of air. “I’ve thought about this every day, Ally. Every single day for years. ”
“Me too.” I can barely form the words, I’m so overcome by the connection we share in this moment.
“You told me to not hold back on you. I can’t keep this slow pace much longer. You have no idea how hard I want to fuck this little body of yours.”
“Do it. Please.”
Dan’s hands, once gentle, now grip my hips fiercely, pulling me onto his cock with each thrust. I whimper as he hits a spot inside me that makes my toes curl. My back curves, trying to get him deeper.
I can feel myself slipping away from reality, overcome by the pleasure he’s giving me. His thrusts are now ragged and desperate, his moans growing louder with each one. He’s not holding anything back, only taking me harder and faster, and I’m lost in the connection of our bodies, finally becoming one. Lost in the dizzying pleasure that spreads through my entire body. Dan has taken control of me, and I’m loving every second of it. The feeling of his cock filling me up and the raw power of his movements drive me wild. This is all I’ve ever wanted, to be Dan’s to fuck.
Our bodies slap together in a perfect unison, our sweat mingling as we both reach a state of complete surrender to the moment. The way we move together is raw and primal. Dan’s eyes are locked onto mine, never breaking the connection as he thrusts deeper and harder, creating a low, guttural moan that echoes through the room.
He leans down, nipping at my neck and collarbone, a mix of pain and pleasure. His lips return to mine, each kiss more consuming, our breaths mingling as we continue to fuck with an intensity that’s both exhilarating and terrifying, because I know I am going to be broken for life after this.
The sensation of his dick sliding in and out of me is driving me wild, every thrust rubbing against my clit and eliciting a new cry of pleasure.
“You’re taking my dick so well,” Dan grunts. “I knew you would.”
I nod, too overwhelmed to speak.
“You’re getting close. I can feel your pussy growing tighter. Clench your muscles around my cock on purpose.”
I follow the instructions, squeezing my inner muscles, and an unexpected rush of pleasure shoots through me, making my neck arch.
“That’s it. Good girl. You like that, huh? Do it again. I’m going to make you come on my cock.”
I squeeze, the heat growing in my pussy, pulling me close to my climax.
His lips brush along mine and he murmurs, “You and I are perfect for each other. Never forget it.”
Hearing Dan speak those words makes my muscles tighten around his cock involuntarily, and I can’t hold back any longer. I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as I reach my peak. My orgasm arrives in an explosion of mind-numbing ecstasy, every nerve ending in my body alight.
“Fuck, Ally. I need to fill you with my cum.”
“Yes, please ,” I beg through my orgasm, my legs tightening around his waist, locking him deep within me so he can’t pull out even if he tries.
His thrusts become erratic, each one impaling me deeper, harder, until finally he groans the most incredible sounds I’ve ever heard, filling me with his release. I feel his hips convulse, his cock twitching inside me as he floods me. Every inch of my body is tingling, singing with bliss. This is what I’ve always wanted, needed, to have Dan come inside me. To be marked by his cum. Claimed and owned .
Dan’s rhythm slows down to a gentle pump, and he kisses me through the movement until we find stillness. We lay here, spent and panting, sharing breath in the blue light, his cock still inside me. The moment is perfect, everything I imagined it would be and more.
“Thank you,” Dan murmurs against my lips. There’s vulnerability in his voice again, like when he kneeled in front of me on the couch, tending to my wound.
“For what?”
“Giving this day a new meaning. There’ll always be sadness, but now, this memory of you overpowers everything else.”