Chapter 14 #2
But as soon as it presses into my crack, I get a reality check. While both my cock and hole throb with the arousal of having him close, he’s… really big. Does he intend to fuck me like this?
My head is a scrambled mess filled with conflicting needs.
“You know what’s comfier than your sofa?” he rasps playfully and rocks his cock against my ass. Every time it rubs against my sensitive pucker I squirm in his embrace. “Your hole. It was so hot and snug around me.” He squeezes me tighter and rocks against me like a dog in heat.
My pulse flutters against hungry lips that keep teasing me with open-mouthed kisses. He’s voracious, passionate yet gentle, and while I have so much experience with self-control, Dalton’s touch has me falling apart.
Maybe I’m out of my mind, but when his slick cockhead kisses my hole again, all I want is for him to roll me to my stomach and push. In my fantasies, it would have me writhing in ecstasy, and I rock back, despite knowing my body doesn’t work that way.
“Fuck…”
“A lazy little rut before bed,” Dalton murmurs into my ear, and my stomach clenches with both need and fear if I can go at it like that. I was bowlegged after he fucked me that first time.
“I don’t know if I…” I drift off, because I don’t want to come off as a coward. He’s got a monster between his legs, and if we’re going to fuck, there will be nothing lazy about it. Or little.
Dalton lifts my leg a bit, positions himself lower, and—he can’t possibly consider fucking me dry, can he?
But instead, he slides his cock between my thighs, dragging it over my balls and all the way to the base of my cock.
I’m overheating.
“Right here, in this tight crevice,” Dalton whispers, tickling the back of my knee.
I’m melting.
“Oh God… fuck…” I whimper, rutting back against his meaty stomach.
His body hair tickles my ass, and while I know I should be ashamed of my reaction, it’s all somehow easier in the dark.
Even his breath feels more intense on my nape, and I reach back, pushing my fingers into his hair, because I need more, right this instant!
His nose pokes at my cheek, and then we’re kissing, and I shiver as he pushes his tongue in, forcing my own to yield.
We only have sweat and his pre-cum for lube, but it seems to be enough for him as he thrusts between my thighs with abandon. Dalton slides his hand up my leg and to my cock.
I’ve never been held like this. I’m aroused but safe in this cocoon of darkness. My face is steaming hot, and I follow his lips with a needy whimper when he moves his face to my neck, and two fingers slide into my mouth.
The digits taste faintly of soap, but also fresh sweat, and a hint of the arousal driving us both.
I would have been too embarrassed to initiate this myself, but now that Dalton’s fingers press on my tongue, I suck on them hard.
Was this what I’ve been missing? This sense of abandon that comes with not having to communicate with words?
A sob of pleasure resonates over his hand when his hard dick pokes at my balls, and I lick the space between the fingers, caressing them like I wish to caress that beautiful cock.
Dalton’s holding me so close I can’t even dream of taking the initiative, but when his shaft pops on the other side of my thighs, over and over, I start rocking my hips in answer.
He makes powerful thrusts against my ass, slapping it with his hips, tickling me with his pubes, and right now all I want to be is his plaything. A means to an end for this powerful bull pressed tightly against me.
I love to be in charge, yet in this one part of my life, I crave to lose it, to forget myself and let someone else take the reins. Let Dalton take the reins.
I suck on his fingers harder when he pushes them against my tongue, and I’m not even ashamed of my moans, or the choked grunt I make when he pushes them in deeper. We’re just two beasts rutting in the dark.
As if to emphasize that for me, Dalton gently bites my neck, making me feel even more vulnerable.
I shouldn’t trust him, I really shouldn’t.
He could do anything to me when I’m like this.
But I don’t want to ponder whether he’s planning some elaborate revenge.
I want to believe he’s here because he wants to fuck me.
I moan around his fingers in protest when he takes his hand off my dick, but then I hear him spitting, and that provides a bit more help with friction when his hand is back to jerk me off.
I wouldn’t call this fuck lazy, but it sure is fast and efficient, because I’m already close. Just the way his cock pulses between my legs, so hot and rigid, is making my desire skyrocket. Add to that the fingers fucking my mouth, the teeth on my neck, the hand on my cock, and I’m almost there.
I’m used to drifting off to a familiar set of fantasies when I take my pleasure, but he’s keeping me anchored to this mind-blowing reality, and I neither can nor want to escape it. We’re two hellbeasts finding a bit of pleasure in a world of misery, and there is nobody here to see us.
“Almost there,” Dalton rasps, “Ready to make a mess between your thighs. You’ll be sticky with my cum all night.”
Something shifts. The tension that’s been welling up, ever hotter, suddenly crests, and I cry out, drooling around the fingers in my mouth when Dalton squeezes my cock as if he wants to milk me for every drop of cum.
I’m so very present in this moment, memorizing every sensation, from the sweet dampness of his lips and their panting to the possessive way he’s kneading my flesh. He’s not yet inside me, but I can already feel him under my skin.
Then comes the inevitable crash, and I go limp, letting him have his way with me however he likes. Right now, he could have rolled me over and dipped his cock in, and I wouldn’t have the energy to stop him.
“Oh yes, squeeze your thighs like that.” Dalton grunts in excitement.
I didn’t know I was doing it, too busy falling to pieces and staining my sheets.
His cock drills me like a jackhammer, rubbing my balls every time. As soon as he’s done milking my softening cock, he pulls his hand away and pushes my shivery body face first into the pillow. I’m a mess of trembles with no agency of my own.
But he’s asked me to squeeze my thighs for his dick, so I do just that.
I whimper when his sticky hand slides between my ass cheeks, opening them without mercy, and then his thumb is inside me, up to the knuckle.
“Go on, squeeze,” he pants on top of me, never stopping his fast thrusts between my legs.
I can’t cope with this. This man has me eating from his hand. If he tells me to grip his thumb with my hole, I will do it, and the burn of friction somehow only makes it feel better. Maybe I want it to hurt? Maybe I want a physical manifestation of how big he is all over, and how much he wants me?
I cross my ankles, moaning when he nips on my nape in response.
This is perfect.
I want to be his.
“Oh, fuck yesss…” Dalton stills, sliding his fingers out of my mouth so he can hold me more tightly as he comes.
I feel his cock throb against my skin like one of my vibrators as he makes a few last thrusts, flooding my balls with cum in the process.
“Oh God… I love to feel it so tight on me,” he mumbles against my shoulder, wiggling his thumb in my sphincter to agitate me further.
I whine in answer because I have no words for what he’s doing to me.
Even this sense of helpless abandon is perfect.
I’m drowning in the sheets under Dalton’s weight. Sated. Safe. And so damn sleepy it’s as if I didn’t get any shuteye last night. His breath evens out, soft and warm on my skin.
I don’t bother to clean the cum between us.