Chapter 37 #2
“I imagined us just like this, on the rooftop at nighttime, when all the stars would be out and shining,” I reveal, groaning when he rewards me by grinding my pussy against his thigh.
“Keep going,” he demands, his voice dropping a decibel and causing a shiver to work its way up my spine.
“You’d bend me over the ledge and fuck me from behind,” I admit, so close to coming I can taste it. Dayton’s movements stutter, a shiver wracking his body.
“Is that what you want, Butterfly? Do you want my thick cock to abuse this pussy?” His dirty question is punctuated by his fingers teasing my entrance. I whimper, nodding rapidly in hopes of him doing just that. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He spins me around and walks us towards the balustrade.
“Keep your hands right here, and if at any point this becomes too much, you tell me. Understood?” He places my hands on the wall, his much larger form caging me in, but I only feel a sense of safety from being crowded like this.
I nod in understanding, too worked up to formulate words.
His fingers ghost across my ass as he dips them beneath my dress.
“Fuck, your body is pure sin.” I blush, feeling the cool night air skate over my naked flesh.
“Now, Dayton,” I urge, too keyed up to be kept on edge for very long. I might actually cry if he drags this out.
“Hang on, sweetheart. Gonna fill you so full, you’ll feel me for days,” he promises, the sound of his zipper being lowered penetrating the quiet.
He slides his cock through my wetness, coating it thoroughly.
“Ready?” he checks, the fine tremble I can feel through his touch clueing me in to how tightly he’s holding on to his restraint.
“Don’t hold back. Please,” I implore, shoving my ass against him.
“Fuck me,” Dayton mutters. “As you wish, Butterfly.” He surges forward, and in one long, powerful stroke, fully seats himself inside of me.
It feels like someone wrenches the breath from my lungs, leaving me gasping for air.
My fingers dig into the unforgiving brick wall, scrambling for something to tether me to the Earth as Dayton begins fucking me in earnest. He’s so thick I feel him everywhere.
His hand fists my hair before tilting my head back.
“Look at the stars, baby. I want you to remember everything about this exact moment while I’m claiming every inch of you,” he whispers darkly, his thumb pressing against that tight ring of muscle I used to love having toyed with, but like everything else I took the slightest pleasure in, Tobias ruined that as well.
My lax body goes taut, Dayton sensing the shift instantly.
He stops completely, dropping feather-light kisses along my spine, but I’m lost to the memory of the first time Tobias and I tried anal, how gentle and worried he was about hurting me.
Just as swiftly, the tender moment I was recalling is superimposed by a darker, far more recent memory.
His hot breath whispering in my ear, telling me how filthy I was for enjoying it.
Him forcing his dick inside of me without any preparation, the biting pain that made my knees weak.
In the end, he made sure I didn’t like it anymore.
And still to this day, I can’t wrap my head around the reality that those two sides of him existed within the same person.
“I’m sorry,” Dayton whispers hoarsely. Just hearing his voice brings me back.
“We can stop, Butterfly. I’d never take a single thing from you that you aren’t willing and eager to give.
” He doesn’t ask for an explanation, and for that I’m grateful.
Only Raiden knows every gritty detail of what Tobias put me through, and only because he was present during my questioning.
My reaction alone is telling enough; he doesn’t need the particulars.
“No,” I choke out, forcing those tainted memories to the back of my mind. He doesn’t get to ruin this. Tobias has no place here. I close my eyes, clenching them tightly, and remind myself that he’s rotting in Hell, while I’m alive and well, getting fucked six ways to Sunday. “Don’t stop.”
“Then show me how much you want this,” he insists, pulling out to coat his thumb in my slickness.
“Fuck me nice and slow, sweetheart.” He repositions his cock at my entrance, holding perfectly still while I ease myself onto him, his thickness making it feel as if I’m being split in two.
When I’ve found a rhythm that makes us both groan, he presses his thumb against my ass once again, allowing me to set the pace.
It takes me several tries to take him fully, but when the last of his thick digit breaches me, a filthy moan escapes me.
Sliding myself forward, I slam back down.
Over and over, needing more of this long-forgotten sensation.
“Please, Dayton. I need you to fuck me,” I beg, unashamed of how badly I want him.
“You never have to plead with me to fuck you, Butterfly. I take no convincing where you’re concerned.
” He slides his free hand around my front and cradles my stomach.
“I fucking love you pregnant,” he groans, ramming his cock forward before slipping his thumb out.
I whine in protest, which only makes him chuckle darkly at my neediness.
“Hold on, sweetheart. I promise to give you what you need.” In a move I don't expect, he spreads my ass apart and spits, the obscene gesture causing a rush of wetness to flood his cock.
“Fuck yes, baby. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” His thrusts pick up speed as he works two fingers inside of my ass. It doesn’t take long for me to adjust, and then I’m filled to the brim, the pleasure so intense, I nearly black out.
“Day…ton,” his name stutters out of me, the force of him fucking me a delicious juxtaposition to how his palm is reverently stroking the curve of my belly. “I’m about to come,” I pant, delirious and drenched in sweat.
“Not without me, you’re not,” he demands, slowing his movements until his thumb is pressed firmly against my clit.
“I’m not pulling out, Butterfly. I’m going to fill you full of me.
I want you leaking my cum for the rest of the night, so when you climb into bed with Briggs’ sorry ass, he’ll smell me all over you.
He’ll know I’ve been here and claimed a piece of you, too.
” The first wave of my orgasm crests, simply from hearing his savage claiming.
I don’t know when I became this wanton woman who takes whatever she wants, whenever she wants it, but I kind of love her.
It’s like I’m gluttonous for pleasure after being deprived of it for so long, and it’s only made better that I’m experiencing these moments with men who’ve stolen my heart, as well as my body.
I clamp a hand over my mouth, barely covering the scream that bursts out of me when Dayton’s cock twitches, his hot cum coating my insides.
It triggers a deeper, more powerful release that has my eyes rolling back, muscles failing me as I sag in Dayton’s arms. He holds me closely after settling us both on the ground, talking me through it while stroking damp strands of hair out of my face.
What could be seconds or minutes later, he carefully eases out of me, the slight twinge letting me know I’ll be feeling the impression of his cock for days to come.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, but didn’t think I was lucky enough to have, Butterfly. Please keep me,” he whispers beseechingly, the raw desperation in his voice forcing me to face him. I place a hand on each of his cheeks, then press my lips to his, our kiss slow and sweet.
“I don’t think I could let you go if you asked me to, Dayton.”
My honest response makes his shoulders sag in relief, but ultimately, it’s not up to me how this plays out.
I know what I want, but it’s selfish of me to ask.
Raiden heavily implied that he was open to sharing me, and Briggs doesn’t seem overly bothered by my interest in the others, but Col and Dayton are wildcards.
Despite the incredible sex we just had, I’m not delusional enough to think it means something more.
I know our feelings go beyond casually hooking up, but everything else is complicated.
Not wanting to dwell on it, I relax my body, leaning against Dayton from where I’m positioned between his legs.
My back is nestled against his front, the scent of him surrounding me as the distant hum of Chaplain’s residents going about their nightly routines serves as background noise.
I could have a million more days just like this one, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
We don't linger very long, the chilly air that’s blanketing us making it impossible to withstand now that we aren’t in a frenzy to rip each other’s clothes off.
Neither of us is very inclined to leave the bubble we’ve created, though.
“I hate that you won’t be sleeping beside me tonight,” Dayton huffs, fastening his pants while I attempt to use his moment of distraction to slip on the panties I was divested of earlier. “Not so fast, sweetheart.” He snatches them back, slipping the balled-up fabric inside his pocket.
“Twice now, my same pair of underwear has been confiscated by growly and possessive men,” I snark.
“This is not going to become some twisted version of Andi’s Traveling Panties.
” Dayton tosses his head back, a full-body laugh escaping him at my expense.
I’d make an absolute fool of myself if it meant I got to hear that sound for the rest of my life.