Chapter 14
Corvus
I take way longer than necessary, but the hot water raining down on my head shields me from the reality awaiting me in the bedroom. I have a fiancé. A fiancé whom I eat with at the table, who shares things with me, and who will tonight sleep in my bed.
What the hell happened?
How did I end up like this, with this… stranger invading my space like a Corpselock song played at a cutesy boho wedding?
When, on a whim, I decided to take Dalton under my wing and save him from certain death, I imagined a setup where he has his space, enclosed and separated from mine, where I might join him for sex.
Like a toy I otherwise keep in a box. But it’s only been three days, and I’m already breaking all the rules I set up in my head.
Worse yet, I feel bad about establishing any in the first place.
That feeling dissipates the moment I step into my bedroom to find him snooping through my drawers.
I should have made him sit in front of a locked door until I came out.
I may have been sorry for him when he told me about his upbringing, and it melted something in me, but this is a serious violation of boundaries.
I stew in my fury, considering my options when he gives me a cocky grin and winks as if any of this is okay.
“Wow. Nice collection…” He pulls out the dildo he was hiding behind his back as I imagine myself grabbing one of my belts from an open drawer and strangling him with it.
When I finally speak, the words come out as a jumble, and I try again, storming toward him. “Leave this! Let go! Who told you you can just browse my stuff? If it’s closed, it’s not for you,” I roar and peel the black dildo out of his hand.
At least he doesn’t wrestle me for it, because that would have been even more humiliating.
“Sorry!” Dalton raises his hands. “I got bored. I kind of thought that since it’s our bedroom now—”
“Those are my private things! You don’t get to just fucking gawk at my secrets,” rips out of me as breathing becomes increasingly difficult. The heat inside my head pulses in an ever quicker rhythm as I think about the way he smirked at me.
Even he thinks I’m ridiculous. A pathetic glutton for pleasure who’d break all rules to get his kicks. Isn’t that exactly what I’ve done by bringing him here?
Why am I like this?
Why do I… like this so much? If I have to be gay, couldn’t my needs at least be more… in line with what I’ve been taught a man should desire and be?
Dalton’s guilt is painted all over his stupidly handsome face. “I think it’s kinda hot that the scariest guy in the room’s got a drawer full of ways to get ruined. Maybe we could even… try one out?” He wiggles his eyebrows as my face fills with so much blood I’ll be getting a nose bleed any second.
“Are you deaf?” I shout, only to realize I’m still holding the dildo. It wiggles like an accusation, and I toss it at the nearest wall just to get it out of my hand. I never want to see that damn thing again, but, of course, that isn’t meant to be.
In a mockery of everything I stand for, the damn toy flips in the air and manages to land suction-base first.
I feel ill and retreat to the bathroom without thinking.
I put my face in my hands, but covering my eyes isn’t enough, because the image of the dildo, attached to the wall and wiggling at me, is burned under my eyelids. How can I ever be treated seriously, the way I deserve, by someone who’s seen that?
I don’t know how much time has passed by the time I hear a knock. It shocks me into reality, and I don’t know what to do, because how can I ever leave the bathroom now?
Even being this embarrassed about what happened is a sign of my weakness. I should have taken charge of the situation, made Dalton squirm. Instead, I lost all composure.
“Uh… Corvus? I’m sorry I looked. We don’t have to do anything with them if that’s— You know what? We can forget all about it if that’s what you want.”
Oh, God… how much more humiliating can this evening get? Now he thinks I’m some fragile thing in need of reassurance and lies.
I take my time to steady my voice before I respond, hiding under the fluffy towel covering my head. “I don’t think either of us could forget that.”
“Forget what? I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” And yet I sense the hint of a smile in his voice. He’s toying with me so he can plunge the knife in when I least expect it. “Can I come in?”
I don’t want him here.
I don’t even want him in my bedroom, and he wouldn’t be here in the first place, if I wasn’t worried he’ll stop breathing at night. But I can’t show this kind of weakness, so I toss the towel off my head and open the door, hitting him with it.
“Sure, the bathroom’s yours,” I tell him, walking back into the room, as if nothing’s happened. This is the way to do things.
He sighs and follows me, the towel still in his hands for some reason. I fully expect to find the offending silicone appendage still on the wall, waiting for me as if I’m supposed to mount it, but it’s gone.
When the towel lands on my head, my first instinct is to shove it away, but then Dalton rubs it, and I realize he’s… drying my hair? I don’t know how to feel about that.
He yawns very loudly. “I’m so sleepy.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I remain quiet and shut my eyes, letting him massage my scalp and neck.
I suppose it does feel pleasant, I’ll give him that.
When he’s done, he throws the towel to the floor. I’m about to scold him for it, but then he kisses the back of my head and I don’t have the heart to do that. I really am going soft.
He wraps his arms around me, and one pull later we land on the bed. He’s brought an extra pillow from the living room. It makes me realize I’ve never had a man in this bed with me. Any hookups I engaged in, when I still experimented, were in hotels out of state.
This is new. Unplanned. Unexpected. And while I shouldn’t be scared of anything, his presence makes me feel adrift in a life I’ve known so well.
Why is he even doing this? I don’t need coddling. I don’t need cuddles, sweet words, or reassurance. I made him mine for just one reason, and that reason doesn’t require him to fuss over me.
But I can’t bring myself to tell him off either, stuck in indecision.
His hands feel nice. Big. Warm. Each touch is comfort, which already goes against his very purpose in my home. I clap my hands, and the light switches off almost instantly, sinking us in darkness comparable to the depths of the Mariana Trench. There are perks to not having windows in one’s bedroom.
We’re doing this because he demanded cuddles at the hospital as retribution. He wants this, not me. I can live with that.
It takes a bit of scrambling to pull the comforter over us, but when we do, he spoons me from behind with a happy groan.
“These sheets are so soft,” he mumbles against the back of my head.
He isn’t soft, though, and the air whistles between my teeth as I gasp, surprised by the touch of his erection.
Damn, it’s big, and hot, and sticky where the head touches skin right above the waistband of my underwear.
I should do something, but what? I’ve never slept with a guy I’ve had sex with.
Maybe this is normal and should be ignored, since we’re both tired?
One of his arms is under my head, but he slides the other under my T-shirt, until he can rest his hand over my furiously beating heart.
“I missed you today. If I had a phone I would have sent you so many lewd messages.” Dalton nips on my ear and presses his cock against me with more conviction, which… oh… what he wants is definitely not cuddling.
I can sense every inch of his shaft where it presses into the valley between my ass cheeks, and somehow the layer of cotton makes it feel more like teasing.
I dig my teeth into my bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the deep gasp trying to push its way out, but how can I continue resisting when Dalton’s pulling me closer, hot breath caressing my ear.
My hands are balled in the comforter as I struggle for control over my body. I want to tell him off for still being excited about my sex toys, but curiosity drills its way through my flesh, and I whisper, “Like what?”
His massive hand inches down my body, exploring pecs, gliding over my stomach until his fingertips dip into my waistband, and I hold my breath. This shouldn’t be as arousing as it is.
“Like how I can’t stop daydreaming about you naked, how I’d love to fuck you on that sofa upstairs. It’s so comfy.” While he says that, he starts rocking his cock against me with more conviction.
I must be losing my mind because just a while ago I considered banishing him to the basement, and now all I can think about is the memory of how massive his dick was in my mouth. How it made my jaw ache, how I choked on it, drooling all over like a dog presented with sausage.
And yet, his words get to me even faster than his touch, and I arch in his arms, toes curled as his warm lips trail down my neck, so soft against the sharpness of stubble.
I’m so messed up.
“You… you were in the hospital today,” I whisper, struggling to form words when my own cock tents the front of my pants. “You should rest.”
“I can think of a perfect way to relax after all that,” Dalton says, his voice still strained and raspy from the smoke he’s inhaled. I shouldn’t find it so sexy.
He licks the side of my neck, no doubt tasting my quick pulse, and drags my pajama pants down with a heavy sigh.
This time, I fail at keeping the noise from escaping, and we both hear my deep, needy grunt when the waistband passes over my dick, setting it free. His touch feels so good, like no one else’s, and when I kick my pants all the way off, he’s right there, pushing his clothed dick to my ass.
My head’s spinning.
I just… I want this so much.
I’ve never seen or experienced a more perfect dick than Dalton’s. I already miss his hand when he pulls it away to release that beast.