Chapter 47 #2
Micah hadn’t said anything to me, nor was he acting like he knew Dakota and I had fucked, but…he wasn’t like me. He could control himself, lie even better than I could, and get away with it for as long as he wanted.
I couldn’t read him.
“It’ll be easier in the dark, baby,” I murmured, my hands coming to her waist, Micah’s t-shirt bunching under my palms. “Yeah?”
“No,” she breathed, barely audible. “It’s never easy with you.”
And it never will be.
She didn’t need to say the words, but we both heard them all the same. A panicked feeling clawed at my throat, desperation choking me while I tried to breathe through every awful memory ripping up my mind. She wasn’t Micah, though. She didn’t think the way he thought.
Dakota was like me.
Maybe that was a bad thing in the long run but for now, the thought soothed me. People like us didn’t get easy, but we didn’t crave it, either. We lived for the hurt.
I grabbed her jaw and kissed her.
She melted into me almost instantly, parting her lips and letting me push my tongue into her mouth. Kissing Dakota felt like slowly bleeding out. She tasted so sweet, so deliciously innocent, that I almost could make myself forget the truth of where we were.
I ground my erection against her stomach, threading my fingers through her hair as her tongue flicked against mine.
“If you’re going to cheat on him, might as well make it worth it. Let me fuck you.”
She didn’t resist me. She didn’t tell me no.
It was all I needed.
I turned her to face away from me, pushing her hips against the edge of the counter as I yanked her panties down.
She pushed up on her tiptoes, laying her chest on the cold surface of the countertop, not looking at me.
My fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, my other hand tugging down my own pants enough to free my cock.
“And you don’t get to pretend I’m him,” I said, low and rough. “You don’t get to ignore who it is that’s actually shoving his dick into you. It’s me. Say my name.”
“Mason,” she whimpered, keeping her voice soft.
“Eyes on me. Watch me.”
I gripped the base of my cock, prodding her entrance. She was trembling, looking at me over her shoulder with her lower lip trapped between her teeth.
She felt so small, so tight.
If I was a better person, I would’ve fingered her first, or made her come with my tongue to ensure she was wet and warmed up enough for my dick. But I wasn’t a better person, and I didn’t particularly care if she came right now.
She could get her orgasms from Micah.
I spit on my palm, gave myself a few quick strokes, then started to sink inside of her.
Her face crinkled with a small wince and I knew I deserved to die because I liked that shit.
Good. I hope it fucking hurts. I hope you’re sore from him, but you’re letting me fuck you anyway because some part of you is sick like me.
After a minute, she was backing up into me, arching her spine, wiggling her hips to get me deeper. A harsh breath punched out of my lungs. I felt like a drug addict, needle in my arm, experiencing the goddamn ecstasy that would only ever wreck me in the end.
I knew I’d ruin my own life just to feel Dakota like this again and again and again. Her pussy, so soft and warm and tight and goddamn perfect. Her sweet vulnerability, so breakable under my palm.
I gripped the back of her neck, holding her bent over the counter as I fucked her harder. Dakota was muffling her whines with her own palm, clenching around me, reaching down between her legs to rub her clit. I smacked her hand away.
“I’m not going to—fuck—I’m not going to come if you don’t let me—”
“Yeah.” I raised an eyebrow. “That’s the point. Do you think you deserve to come?” I asked.
She moaned helplessly, slumping her head on her bent arm.
“No,” she whined. “But I want to.”
I squeezed the back of her neck. “Greedy slut. If you want to come, call for him. I’m not gonna give it to you,” I growled. “Go ahead. Scream his name. Let him save you.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, panting hard.
“Not gonna do it, huh? Don’t want him to know another man’s got you bent over his counter right now?”
Dakota was squirming, gasping, fighting her own desire for me, for him, for whatever it was she was thinking about now. Her cheek was pressed to the cold marble, Micah’s t-shirt hiked up to her waist, cotton underwear stretched around her shaking thighs.
“Bet you came with him, didn’t you? More than once?” I gritted my teeth, hating myself for even saying it out loud.
But she didn’t answer. And I didn’t need her to, because my own orgasm was boiling in my veins, burning me up.
My balls ached and my cock throbbed, Dakota’s hair so silky and splayed out on the counter, her little waist flaring into her perfect hips, my thighs hitting the backs of hers as I pumped into her. She felt how I wished Heaven would’ve felt.
I pulled out and came all over Micah’s t-shirt, striping the cotton with pulses of my cum. Dakota’s eyes were wide with panic, and maybe a little hatred towards me, but I didn’t care. If she was going to choose him over me, she could explain to him why my cum was all over his shirt.
She stood up, pulling up her panties, glaring at me.
To my surprise, she yanked the shirt off over her head without a second thought, now standing almost entirely naked in front of me. Small and bare and soft and so angry at me.
I almost wished Micah was here to see this. See how she trusted me, even though she shouldn’t. I knew her first.
She slammed on the sink, then dunked the shirt under the stream of water, saturating it and scrubbing out the cum with her hands, rubbing the fabric against itself. Then she pushed her palm on the knob to stop the sink running, wrung out the extra water, and went to the back door.
Without hesitating, she unlocked and opened it, then stepped out onto the back deck.
Micah didn’t really have neighbors, not ones that could see into the back yard anyway, but I didn’t really like Dakota being so exposed in plain sight. I grabbed her arm and yanked her back inside, then went to hang the shirt over the railing myself.
The night was cool, a hint of the coldest months already creeping into the air.
Stars glittered above me, the trees lining the property silently swaying on an invisible breeze.
I slopped the wet cotton over the railing, flattening it out, then stalked across the deck to the back door.
I wasn’t sure how she expected to explain it to him in the morning, but that wasn’t my problem.
When I went back inside, I caught sight of Dakota disappearing back upstairs, still topless.
Fuck her.
Fuck him.
Fuck everyone on the fucking planet.
I hoped he’d eat her pussy when she got back in the bed, hoped he’d taste me there. Since he liked the taste of me so much, he could lick it out of her slick little cunt while he judged me for not making her come myself.