Chapter 18 #2
I’m like a dog with a bone, and that bone happens to be stiff, and hard, and has me panting for air.
I can feel his cockhead dragging over my pleasure spot repeatedly, and it’s so indescribably better than doing this to myself has ever been.
If I was playing with a dildo, at this point, I would have moved on to sitting on it while I jerk off, but the real man behind me is insatiable and keeps rocking into me until heat travels all over my body, making me shiver and whine.
“Yeah, sorry, I need to go shower, or we won’t make it on time.”
I think I’m gonna cry. Again. I can’t believe he’s still talking to her as he turns me inside out.
I can only hope he’s turned off the phone, because I can’t take it anymore.
He rides me as if I’m an object to jerk off into, and while usually I love him squeezing and teasing me, holding me tight, it does something for me combined with the prostate massage.
Hot jolts of pleasure rip through me, wind around my balls and I’m coming so hard I feel like I’m gonna black out. I bite his hand, my toes curl, and my cock is shooting all over the wall under the counter.
“Oh fuck! Yes. Squeeze me like that!” Dalton moans, so he must be off the fucking phone.
I let loose with my moans as he rides me toward his own finish line.
I’m so tender now, but while the repeated pressure is so intense I feel something close to pain, I don’t want him to stop. Every breath he takes, every time air dances over my skin when he exhales, reminds me how much I want to please him.
I’m ashamed of it—it’s he who should want to endear himself to me—but I can’t control those thoughts any more than I can make myself live on solar power.
He’s fucking me even harder now, and I whimper when the force behind each thrust feels almost like relief.
Dalton lowers himself over me and rests his weight against my back. “Love. This.” More thrusts. “So hot. And. Throbbing. For me.”
And then he comes. His whole body goes rigid for a moment, then trembles, and it’s the sweetest feeling to know that I did that to this beautiful man. I can give him a minute before I tell him what I think about him answering the phone while mid-fuck.
I slide to my knees the moment his cock retreats, and when I open my eyes, sprawled with my back against the kitchen island, that beautiful shaft is the first thing I see.
Dalton’s thighs are thick and hairy, and I stroke them as I take in the condom filled with a load that would have ended up inside me if I wasn’t insisting on rubbers.
I’m still catching my breath when his warm fingers slide into my hair, and I reach for his cock, hypnotized by the skin visible under the tight layer of latex. “You’re such an idiot. She could have noticed something was off,” I pant, peeling the condom off.
He winks at me with a self-satisfied smirk and steps closer so his dick is right in my face. Even as it softens it’s a thing of beauty. “Want a lick? Mommy doesn’t have to know.”
“Why do you have to make it weird?” I ask, but the temptation is too much, and I gently take the head of his cock between my lips. It tastes of his cum, and I can’t resist savoring it for a couple of moments.
Dalton shrugs with a grin. “Oops. I did it again.”
Eh. It’s become a meme between us in the past weeks that he’d say it any time he fucks something up.
A Britney Spears song is in keeping with his disturbing taste in the most mainstream stuff pop music has to offer.
Incomprehensibly, I caught myself saying the line when I dropped a plate yesterday.
Dalton laughed his ass off and forced me to repeat it in a sing-songy voice.
The fact that I agreed is testament to how much I’ve lost my mind for him.
He strokes my hair and yawns. “Just teasing. I don’t wanna ignore her calls. She needs to like me.”
I’m slowly regaining my composure even though I’ve just realized I pressed my back against my own cum on the wall. Oh well, I need to shower anyway.
“What did she want?” I whisper, sliding my arms around Dalton’s toned legs and resting my cheek on his thigh. He’s so fucking gorgeous I want to eat him up every day.
“It’s about the tailor visit.”
“What tailor visit?”
Dalton frowns at me. “I put it in the calendar.”
I groan and press my forehead against his leg. “Did you add me to the event?”
The long silence tells me everything. “I mean… I thought I did. Can you show me how to do it again?”
“It’s fortunate that you’re handsome,” I say and press a kiss to his flesh.
Dalton might have a good heart, and be fantastic at fucking and fighting, but he’s not well adjusted to a life of forms, deadlines, and organization.
The strangest thing is that I usually despise inefficiency and chaos, but with him it’s…
endearing? I can take care of him, and it fills a void I didn’t know I had.
While I want him to fuck me until I’m half-lucid and dripping sweat, I love that I get to be the man in other moments.
I had to grow up too fast after Father’s death, but it serves me well that I’m responsible and organized.
“Sorry.” He chuckles, gently stroking my hair, but while I’m enjoying the afterglow, going by the phone call, I already know we’ll be late, and I hate being late.
Do I want to marry Dalton? Yes. One hundred percent I want to make him mine officially and I’ll cut down anyone standing in the way of my obsession with him. He’s like that Friesian horse I stole when I was told he wasn’t for sale. A beautiful stallion.
He satisfies me, is easy to be around, and what else could I possibly want from a man? I’m not prone to crushes, or silly romantic infatuations, so why not tie the knot and never have to suffer dissatisfaction again? I can keep Dalton in line.
But do I really need to go through this whole wedding terror my mother’s insisting on? It has nothing to do with our relationship.
I grab the edge of the counter and pull myself up, falling straight into Dalton’s arms. “You know what? There’s no need for all this fuss. Let’s elope to Vegas, sign the papers, and skip all the stressful shit,” I tell him, now certain that it’s the best possible solution.
Dalton strokes my sticky back, spreading cum all over. “What? But I want the wedding… Your mom said she’s getting us an amazing venue, we’ve already talked to a florist, and we have cake sampling next week.”
I’m surprised at how disappointed he sounds. It can’t be about cake, since I gave him a pre-paid card with an allowance, so he can buy whatever cake he wants.
“Why?”
He backs off a little to look into my eyes. “Why what? Why I want a party where everyone gets to witness our commitment?"
Our what?
I’m so baffled I only answer after a few heartbeats pass. “We’re not a real couple.”
Dalton frowns as if this is news to him. Did he forget what circumstances we met under less than three weeks ago? “What else would we be? Eating your ass didn’t feel imaginary to me.”
I snort and shake my head in disbelief, because he surely can’t be serious. “You don’t need to know someone’s name to eat their ass. We literally met on Christmas Eve, and you’re alive because I decided your dick was too good to let you die.”
Dalton pulls away and tucks his cock back in. I think he wants to signal he’s closed for business, but we both know we’ll fuck again tomorrow. I don’t know if he’s that easy, or that horny, but it works in my favor anyway.
His chest rises and falls rapidly, and his fingers twitch. I’m not afraid of him, but I’m ready if he’s about to hit me. He grabs his phone instead. “We’re going to the fucking tailor, or I’m gonna tell your mom!”
“Excuse me? What?” I ask, holding on to the counter as I stare at this thirty-year-old man attempting to threaten me with something so silly. “Did you just say you’ll snitch on me?”
And the worst thing is I do love my mother and I don’t want her crying again about any of the drama he might cause.
Dalton’s been running some wedding errands for her, and while they’ve grown a bit too cozy for my liking, at least it means she’s not trying to stand in my way.
If he tells her any of this bullshit, she might flip and I’ll have a serious problem on my hands.
Dalton crosses his arms over his chest. “Fuck yes I did. If you don’t even think any of this between us is real, then the least I want is a wedding. Let’s go,” he snaps at me and turns around as if he’s the boss around here.
Anger buzzes in my chest, and I grab his wrist, forcing him to turn back. “You wouldn’t do that. She’d start to cry, and you’re too soft for that!”
Cheeks red, he’s in my face within a second and presses his forehead to mine as though we’re two boxers about to spar.
“Try me.” The energy between us is both hot and frustrating.
I’m rarely challenged like this, but I’m naked, my ass is sore, and we apparently have a tailoring appointment in half an hour.
This isn’t the right time to have this pointless discussion, nor the hill I’m willing to die on. We will both have to clench our teeth and wait until we’re back to continue… whatever this is.
“Get dressed. We’re leaving in ten minutes,” I tell him and turn on my heel, before marching out butt-naked, because I have nothing to be self-conscious about.
I bought his life, and he will fall in line.