Chapter 42 Dex - Past #2
Letting him down onto the mattress again, I reached for the lube and slicked myself up further, keeping his ass up and presented to me as I notched my cock against his slick hole.
Jonah was already trying to push against me, desperate for me to get inside him, the piercing and tip popping inside, and then we both groaned loudly as I slid home.
“Fuuuck, Rabbit. You feel so good. So perfect for me.”
I gripped his hips, giving him a few thrusts, hard and fast. And then I was grabbing his wrists again, pulling him back up and into position, the dildo at his lips cutting off a moan as he took it in.
With a cock in both ends, my thrusts pushed his body forward and my hands yanked him back, the motion fucking the dildo in and out of his mouth.
I couldn’t fuck him as hard as I wanted to—I had to watch his hands, had to hold him steady so I didn’t hurt him with the toy in his throat, had to pull him back enough to breathe.
But Jonah trusted me completely. His body was tight and warm, clenching and twitching around me in pleasure, but he was also relaxed, open, unguarded.
I continued, holding myself back so I could hold him safely.
We found a rhythm, a balance, and while it didn’t yet satisfy the primal beast inside me, it was enough to send Jonah over the edge.
His body tightened and shook as he came, his cry choked off by the toy until I pulled him off it and let him fall onto the mattress again.
Now it was my turn. His ass was still presented so beautifully, still swallowing my cock like that was its only purpose.
I pulled out to tear his ruined underwear off the rest of the way, the fabric torn and soaked with his cum.
I didn’t give him a moment to recover before I balled them up and shoved them into his mouth.
His eyes widened as the taste of cotton and his own cum hit his tongue.
His face was already a mess of tears and spit, and with the ruined underwear serving as his new gag, he looked thoroughly ruined. I turned him onto his side, so I wouldn’t have to worry about him not being able to breathe and I could still see his hands holding the belt, then I took what I wanted.
Jonah’s leg rose up in my hold as I plunged back inside him, his sobs muffled but still loud.
This time I held nothing back, letting the beast inside me take control and ravage him.
My cock pistoned hard and fast into his oversensitive body.
Fresh tears streamed down his cheeks. The force of my thrusts jolted his body up the mattress only for me to yank him back to me again. Still he didn’t let go of the belt.
Harder. Faster. More.
I gave him everything, until the heated bliss that had been building, building, building inside me reached a breaking point, and I slammed into his depths a final time, my cock kicking as I unloaded.
Cum marking him as mine. Satisfying the beast. Even more so as Jonah’s cock spurted again in a second orgasm.
I reached up to pull the wet fabric out of his mouth, and we both fought to catch our breath again.
“Are you okay?” I panted softly, my body feeling so heavy after my release.
“I’m perfect.” His voice was quiet and raspy, but his smile was genuine and easy.
“Yeah… you are.”
I pulled out of him slowly, and Jonah laughed softly as I rolled him over to watch my cum leak out of him, the sight of it next to my name something I always took the opportunity to enjoy.
“You gonna untie me now?” he groaned softly. I laughed as I reached up to gently pry his fingers out of the fists they formed, so that when he finally let go of the belt, it was because I’d made him do it and not because he’d let it go. Even completely fucked out my rabbit was still so stubborn.
I smoothed my thumb over the gauze bandages on his injured fingers. “Are you hurt?”
Jonah rolled onto his back. “I promise I’m fine. You can carry me to the shower, though.”
“Anything for you, baby.”
When we were cleaned up and I’d changed the sheets again, we found ourselves right back where we had started, naked and tangled in each other’s arms in bed.
Showering had lost us some of the calm we’d felt before, the need to protect Jonah’s bandages and injuries from getting wet a reminder of what he’d done, and I knew he regretted it.
I never wanted him to be hurt, but I didn’t hold it against him.
If the urge to inflict pain on himself was something he had to deal with, then it was something we would deal with together.
“We need to talk about it, baby,” I told him, nuzzling into the warmth of his neck as he stiffened.
“I know, I just… I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, Rabbit. I’m not mad at you. I just want to know how to help you.”
“I don’t know right now.”
I nodded, kissing the soft skin where my lips rested against him.
“Okay. That’s okay. We’ll work it out together.
” I meant it, but there was more. More I could say.
More parts of myself I could show him. Jonah wanted all of me.
He’d said so. He didn’t just want me when I was strong, when I was good.
“I understand it. Sometimes, when my mind is too loud, when I feel restless, I want pain too, just… differently.”
Jonah was quiet, waiting to see if I had more to say. When I didn’t, he spoke again. “That’s why you fight?”
“Sometimes.”
“Does it feel better afterward?”
My fingers traced slow patterns over his stomach. “Not really. It feels like it will before I do it, but after it just feels…” I searched for the word, but Jonah found it for me.
“Numb?”
“Yeah.”
He nodded, shifting around in my arms so that he could press his lips softly against mine. “Will you tell me when you feel like that?”
“I will, Rabbit. I promise.” I chased his lips again. “And you’ll tell me when you feel like hurting yourself too?” I asked when we parted, never moving more than an inch away from each other. I wanted to breathe in his exhales, to share even oxygen.
“I will. I promise,” he whispered, and I believed him.
Then he was chasing my lips again. Kiss after kiss. But it wasn’t any deeper than that, both of us far too exhausted for another round. It was kissing so we had another place to touch, intimate and lazy, with no goal other than because we could. Because not doing it just wasn’t an option.
I wanted to just exist here, with him in my arms and with me in his.
I wanted the world to fuck off and leave us alone.
I knew it then, that despite everything happening with the Strays, despite the conversations I’d had with Henrik, and the conflict Jonah was now directly involved in, I only wanted this.
Everything else was a distraction. I still cared for the Strays, and they needed me, but what I needed was here. It was him. Only him.
“Jonah—”
Bang bang bang bang bang
The front door rattled as it was beaten with heavy hands. Jonah’s pupils constricted as I looked into them. His face paled as he scrambled to sit up and I did the same.
“Shhh, it’s okay.” I spoke softly, though even I wasn’t sure who the fuck could be knocking on my front door so urgently.
The worst option immediately came to mind, only she wouldn’t have knocked.
Unless she lost her keys? She had been gone for a while.
My gut twisted. Panic that was reserved just for her rose up from the depths of me. “Get dressed, baby. Quietly.”
Bang bang bang bang
Jonah did as I asked, both of us creeping around my bedroom like we were the intruders in our home. Because Jonah had made this place feel like home again rather than just the house I lived in. If she was back, though, everything was about to change.
BANG BANG BANG
“Stay here, baby. I’ll go answer it.”
“Who is it?” I could see the storm of panic in him, rising to the surface again stronger than when I’d told him I was leaving this morning, because this time he didn’t have his rage to shield himself behind.
“What if… what if they know… what if they know what I did? What if they’re here to take me? ”
“No one is going to take you,” I promised. “Just stay here, and I’ll handle it.”
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The sound of a fist against wood reverberated as I crept down the stairs, approaching the door with my heart in my throat. Because what I feared being on the other side wasn’t the police. What I feared was my mother.
With a shaking hand on the doorknob, I disengaged the lock, seeking any strength I could muster. It was different now. I could face her. Because I had my rabbit to protect.
I opened the door.
Pastel pink hair. Golden skin dusted with freckles. Bright green eyes. My heart almost soared with relief, because it wasn’t her. She wasn’t here. She wouldn’t hurt me.
But this was a new problem.
“Oh shweet. You’re not dead. You’re not answering your phone,” Matteo’s soft voice said, a wide grin spreading over his features, displaying perfect white teeth with a small gap between the front two.
“I’m busy. You shouldn’t be here.”
“Mmhmm, but like I said, you weren’t answering your phone. People were worried. So it was either Rae or me coming to check you hadn’t been arrested, because apparently no one else knows where you live? Anyway—”
Matteo tried to push past me into the house, but I blocked him, because there was a lot to unpack there. Of course Raven sent Matteo, knowing I had Jonah here. I’d have to deal with her about that. It wasn’t what caught my attention, though. “Why would I have been arrested?”
He rolled his eyes. “You really picked a bad time to turn your phone off, Dexy.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, I’ll tell you inside.”
“No, you’ll tell me right here.”
Matteo rolled his eyes again. “Deltran Police are swarming Archer’s apartment.”
An anvil dropped in my gut. “Why?”
“Because he murdered three people, duh. I thought you were like, the one who knew everything.”
“Who?” I snapped, even though I already knew what names he was about to say.
“Hmmm, Mason Bates, Mikhail Petrov, and Sergei Kozlov.”
“Who’s that?” Jonah asked from behind me. Christ.
“Hi!” Matteo waved as he pushed past me and came inside. “You’re Dexy’s boyfriend, right? I’ve heard about you!” Matteo held his left hand out to Jonah for a handshake. His left, because I noticed now that his right was in a cast.
“Who the fuck are you?” Jonah scowled, his hand reaching for me instead of Matteo’s as he grabbed the back of my shirt.
“I’m Matteo, but you can call me Matty.” He grinned, and I wasn’t sure if he hadn’t noticed Jonah’s hostility or he just didn’t care. “Oh! Or Cupid.”
Well, fuck.