17 - The Dare #5
Byron’s control was beginning to fracture. His breathing became harsh, uneven, and Elena could feel the tremor in his muscles as she worked. She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with eyes that held a new kind of power.
“You taste incredible,” she murmured, her voice husky with arousal and satisfaction at his response.
The compliment seemed to undo something in Byron. His hand tightened slightly in her hair, and when she took him into her mouth again, she could feel his restraint slipping away entirely.
Elena made a decision then—something she hadn’t attempted in years, something that required complete focus and determination.
She looked up at Byron, locking eyes with him, and slowly began to take more of him into her mouth than she ever had before.
Her throat relaxed as she pushed her own limits, taking him deeper, deeper, until tears formed at the corners of her eyes but she didn’t look away.
Byron’s expression was one of complete shock and overwhelming pleasure. His lips parted, his breathing stopped entirely for a moment, and Elena felt a surge of triumph even as she struggled with the challenge she’d set herself.
From across the room, she heard David’s voice, barely more than a whisper: “Oh my God …”
She held Byron’s gaze the entire time, letting him see her determination, her complete dedication to his pleasure.
When she finally had to pull back, she did so slowly, maintaining control even as her body demanded air.
She gasped slightly, coughing a bit as she recovered, her eyes watering but bright with accomplishment.
Elena turned to look at her husband briefly, seeing the amazement and arousal written across his face. “You’ll get your chance, honey,” she said, her voice slightly hoarse but filled with promise. “But it’s his turn now.”
David simply breathed, keeping eye contact with her, his chest rising and falling rapidly. No words were needed—she could see everything she needed to know in his expression.
Elena turned back to Byron, who was looking at her with something close to reverence.
“God, Elena,” he whispered, his voice rough with awe.
She smiled, wiping the tears from her eyes, feeling more powerful than she ever had in her life. This was just the beginning of what she wanted to give him.
“It’s definitely my turn,” Byron said, his voice deeper now, filled with need and determination.
She looked directly into his eyes, her voice stronger now, filled with intention. “Please, take me.”
Elena felt the last of her restraint, her careful control, melt away completely.
“Please, fuck me,” she said, her voice clear and sure.
The words hung in the air between them, raw and honest and powerful.
Elena had never said anything like that to David, had never felt the freedom to be so direct about her desires.
But here, in this moment, with her husband watching and this beautiful man responding to her with such obvious want, she felt capable of anything.
Byron’s hands moved to her shoulders, gently but firmly guiding her to turn around.
He positioned her on her hands and knees facing toward David, his touch sure and confident.
Elena felt exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly aroused as Byron moved behind her.
She could feel the heat and hardness of him pressing against her entrance, could feel how wet and ready she was for him.
From his chair, David’s breathing was audible, his complete attention on what was about to happen. The knowledge that he had a perfect view, that he wanted to see this, only intensified her arousal.
Elena was ready. She wanted this, wanted him, wanted to feel him inside her.
Byron positioned himself behind her, one hand resting on her hip, the other guiding himself to her entrance. Elena felt him there, thick and hard, and she pushed back slightly, eager for the connection.
When he entered her, it was slow, deliberate, letting her feel every inch as he filled her completely. Elena gasped at the sensation—he was bigger than David, and she felt herself stretching to accommodate his thickness.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her arms trembling as she adjusted to him.
Byron paused, letting her body accommodate him, his hands gripping her hips. Then he began to move.
Each thrust was deep, purposeful, driving into her with a rhythm that made Elena cry out. The angle let him hit spots that made her see stars, and she could hear herself making sounds she’d never made before—raw, desperate moans that filled the room.
“Harder,” she gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts.
Byron complied, his hips snapping against her ass with increasing force. Elena’s arms gave out and she dropped to her elbows, the new angle making him drive even deeper. She was dimly aware of David in his chair, breathing hard as he watched his wife get fucked by another man.
“God, you’re tight,” Byron groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her.
Elena could only moan in response, lost in the relentless pleasure of being taken so completely. Her body was building toward something explosive, every nerve ending on fire as Byron drove into her again and again.
The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room, primal and urgent.
Byron’s hand moved from her hip to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he held her in place. The control in his grip sent another wave of arousal through Elena, and she pushed back harder against him.
“That’s it,” he growled, using his hold on her hair to pull her back onto his cock with each thrust. “Take all of it.”
Elena whimpered at his words, at the way he was using her body for his pleasure. She could feel herself getting wetter, could hear the slick sounds of him driving into her over and over.
His other hand gripped her hip in a bruising hold, keeping her steady as he fucked her harder. Elena felt completely owned in that moment, completely at his mercy, and it was exactly what she wanted.
“You like being fucked like this,” Byron said, his voice rough with exertion. It wasn’t a question.
“Yes,” Elena gasped, her voice muffled against the bed. “God, yes.”
From his chair, David made a low sound—half-groan, half-whimper—and Elena felt a surge of power knowing her husband was watching her submit so completely to another man.
Byron’s pace became punishing, each thrust driving her closer to the edge of something that felt like it might destroy her. Elena could feel herself getting close, her body coiling tighter with each powerful stroke.
“I want to see your face when you come,” Byron said, his grip loosening in her hair.
He pulled out of her, and Elena whimpered at the loss. But before she could protest, he was guiding her onto her back, positioning himself between her legs. This new angle let her see David clearly, let her husband watch her face as Byron entered her again.
“Oh fuck,” Elena gasped as he filled her once more, the missionary position letting him go even deeper.
Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer as he began to move. The new angle hit her perfectly, and Elena felt herself spiraling toward release.
“Look at me,” Byron commanded, and Elena’s eyes locked with his as he drove into her relentlessly.
Her orgasm built quickly, intensely, and when it hit her, Elena cried out loud enough that she was sure the entire hotel could hear. Her body convulsed around Byron’s cock, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she came harder than she had in years.
Byron’s breathing became ragged as Elena’s body clenched around him, her orgasm triggering something primal in him. He continued thrusting through her climax, drawing out her pleasure until she was gasping and trembling beneath him.
“Where do you want me to come?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.