Chapter 4 #2
“Like this?” he asks and slides in another finger while looking straight into my eyes.
“Want your needy hole fucked like this?” The assault he unleashes on my ass makes me whine in ways I wasn’t aware I was capable of.
He fucks me with his fingers relentlessly, the slapping resonating in the room alongside my moans as he massages my prostate, just easing me into it for now.
And still, I arch my feet and angle my hips to meet each thrust, panting as he hits his mark each time.
It’s not nearly as intense when I do this myself, but while his touch is borderline painful, I’d rather swallow the innards of the pillow I bit on to stifle my moans than tell him to slow down. “Damn you…”
He chuckles. Actually fucking chuckles, the sound raspy and excited. “Don’t hide your pretty face, I wanna see it when I drill into you. Love to see a guy all red-faced and needy.”
Oh, God. That’s me, isn’t it? Legs spread for him like I can’t wait for a thick warm spit to roast me from inside out.
I hope he doesn’t make me beg for it, because at this point I just might.
And yet it irks me that he said ‘a guy’.
I’m his lifeline. Corvus fucking Van der Horn.
The only man he should be thinking about right now.
At least he doesn’t fight me for the pillow, but in the corner of my eye I spot him reaching for the condom.
A part of me wants to stop him. Like all the animals about to be hunted, he’s been tested, but the last thing I want is to have his cum leaking out of me until morning.
Not to mention that I don’t want him to get too cocky, because being allowed to touch me has already gone to his head.
I want to tell him something that confirms he’s only a piece of meat to me.
A hot stud to satisfy my fantasies, but when he wraps up and looks at me, cheeks flushed with arousal on that solid, masculine face, I can’t bring myself to speak.
He’s so damn handsome.
So instead I gesture at him, trying to exude as much grace as I can as I roll over to my stomach.
He will not be assessing my embarrassing expressions.
The pressure of my cock against the blanket is already unbearable, but when I hear him hum at the sight of my exposed ass, my whole body throbs with need.
And then Dalton adds his weight on top of me, filling my senses with his warm scent.
“That’s how we’re doing it?” He murmurs right into my ear and then pulls on it with his teeth.
“Lazy boy style?” He pushes my legs farther apart with his knee as I’m overheating, my ass begging to be filled again, this time with more than fingers.
“Hope you’re ready, ‘cause I can go on real long, even in a tight little hole like yours.”
I don’t have the words to answer and don’t protest when he steals my pillow to stuff it under my hips. This is it. I’m letting a guy fuck me.
“Whatever,” I mumble, trying to slow my breathing as I feel Dalton settle between my thighs, my hole on show, and I close my eyes, resting my forehead on the blanket as my flesh absorbs the heat of his body.
I expect him to go for it, but he toys with me. Dalton slides one hand lazily over my side as he presses his thumb in and out of my hole. It’s so slippery, so sensitive I’m losing my mind. Maybe I’m no longer Corvus Van der Horn, because I’m a whimpery mess, and he’s not even pushed his dick in—
Dalton’s cockhead settles against my stretched opening, and he rocks his hips a little, stroking my side as though I’m a nervous mare needing comfort before being mounted.
“Let me know if something hurts,” he whispers, and I’m about to tell him to shut up and get on with it, but then he thrusts his hips, and I yelp, squeezing the blanket, because fucking fuck he’s thick.
It shouldn’t surprise me, I’ve seen him, touched him even, but for all the preparation I’ve done before I came here, this is still my first time doing this with a lover that’s not made of silicone.
I clutch the blanket, biting down on my lip to keep myself from making more embarrassing noises, but my body goes rigid fast, and it feels as if that thing inside me is a knife, not a cock.
Cold sweat beads on my back and above my lip as panic weaves itself through the fibers of my body, because this was obviously a mistake from the start!
I’ll probably not enjoy this at all anyway, but with Dalton being so big, I might end up getting hurt, regardless of whether it happens on purpose or not.
I wouldn’t be the first person to end up in the ER because of sex, and if I started bleeding because of something serious, like a perforated fucking intestine, everyone would soon know my secret.
My family would treat me like a joke. Our enemies would lose their respect for me.
I would never fucking recover after something like that.
“I—maybe… it’s not working,” I mumble.
"Biggest you've ever been with?" he teases like this is some light-hearted matter.
It only reminds me how thick his cock is, how heavy he is, and… how much I want it. To feel a man fucking me, wanting me, using my body for his pleasure.
Dalton doesn’t move, doesn’t force the rest of his cock in, just lies on top of me, kissing my ear, stroking my side. He slides his thick arm under me and holds his palm against my furiously beating heart.
It’s all so hot. And yet I ache a little. It’s so messed up. I’m no pain slut, but taking his cock turns me on even now as I’m considering telling him to fuck off.
“I’ll pull out now, and add more lube,” he says and kisses my nape as if I’m his fucking sweetheart not his jailor.
My breath hitches, and I want to protest, shove him off me, but when his dick vacates my hole, leaving it aching, I’m almost missing its presence already.
There’s something so calming about the gentle way he’s stroking me as the loud squirt of lube makes my cheeks heat again.
I wouldn't be in this helplessly vulnerable position if I hadn’t put myself in it, so maybe it is only right that I learn my lesson.
I make a non-committal hum, which he might or might not take as confirmation, because I’m not revealing that I’ve never let a man fuck me before. He doesn’t have the right to that kind of information. It would just make his ego bigger than it already is.
I do… like that he communicates well in sex, even if I admit that to myself reluctantly.
I stifle a moan when his cock is back at my slick opening. I want it. I want a big dick inside me. I can’t help it. The need is so primal it floods my brain with even more arousal when Dalton presses his cockhead in with more ease than last time.
His grunt is music to my ears. As if my body is making this brute forget he’s in a life or death situation. He wants to fuck regardless, or he wouldn’t be this hard.
“Tight but slippery, just the way I like it,” he murmurs and rocks his hips. “That’s it, you can take it.”
The pain is still there, making my cock soften, but any and all desire to stop him is gone.
I cross my hands over my lips, determined to stay quiet and take my first cock with some dignity at least. He’s shifting his weight, letting it guide that first thrust, and I stiffen again, my mind flaring up with worries and shame.
Why am I doing this to myself?
What is wrong with me?
He’s awakening the kind of animalistic instincts that maybe should have stayed buried. I want to stretch in his lap as he pets me, kisses me, appreciates, and yes, fucks me too.
It’s the way I want to be desired. Everyone can see the sharp, dominant Corvus who commands respect. I want my lover to reach beneath that to the needy part of me. I want him to take the reins and rut in me.
Just like Dalton is doing, making this secret fantasy come true.
His big dick drills into me inch by inch as he whispers filth into my ear.
“Doing so well for me, taking my dick like this. Your tight ass feels so good.”
Oh God, the things his words are doing to me…
I fight for air, stretched under him with both hands clutching the edge of the mattress, but every time a stab of fear makes me want to stop this moment of madness, his raspy voice reels me right back in. His words are soft, tempting, and juicy with praise for me. My body, my warm, tight hole.
How could I change my mind now?
The thud of my heartbeat changes, turning into a marching rhythm that has me bucking my hips ever so slightly as my muscles stretch to accommodate his girth.
I’m doing it. I’m letting him inside me. When he sneaks his hand to my neck, rubbing it as if I were a pet that finally succeeded performing a trick, I lean into the touch.
A blessed warmth blossoms in my body, and the dull pain of Dalton’s presence transforms into a sense of blissful fullness.
I’ve never felt anything quite like this.
He’s so fucking hot it’s a shame he’s dying tomorrow, because I’d be lying if I said he’s not my type. Tattooed, cocky, massive, and eager for sex in the most fucked-up circumstances. Even his sweat smells good.
We move together like a wave, and every grunt he makes travels all the way down to my dick, so that when his hand snakes down there too, I’m already hard again.
“You feel so good. Legs spread for my cock…” He hums, but then changes the rhythm of his thrusts, making my eyes pop open. “I’m gonna ride you all night long,” he promises, but he must be half lucid himself to say that.
I won’t be fighting him about semantics though when every thrust he makes pulls on my sphincter, then grazes my prostate. I might be losing it any second because the way he caresses my cock has me bucking onto his dick. Looks like I’m becoming the brainless one, because he’s fucking me stupid.
I’m so damn full it’s messing with my head.