Chapter 67 Farron
Farron
Power thrums through me, still electrified from its use on the bridge. My body is ablaze. And oh, nothing feels better than being above him. My Summer Prince, my love, my…creation.
I straighten to get a clearer look at him. We’re lying on the bed, him below me. Dayton’s golden hair cascades around his face. His chest is bare, and there’s not so much as a scar where the arrow pierced him. Perfection.
I lift the edges of my tunic and throw it off, reveling in the deep groan that rumbles through his throat. I tilt my head, a challenge.
My Summer Prince knows me too well—every movement, every expression—and he takes advantage of it. He hooks his legs around my waist and flips us so he’s on top. Our hips grind together as he presses down.
“Feel that, Fare?”
I arch, grinding my own hard cock into his. “Yes.”
“That’s going to be inside you soon.”
I moan at his words, a shiver of anticipation running down my spine. I want him to claim me, to use the full power I gifted him with.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I challenge, voice rough with desire. My fingers dig into his muscular back, urging him closer.
Dayton captures my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue delves deep, tasting me, claiming me. I open for him eagerly. Our breaths mingle. The kiss turns wild, hungry.
His hands skim over my bare skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When he grazes my nipples, I arch into his touch with a gasp.
“Here’s what going to happen,” I pant against his lips. “Your hands and mouth on me, your cock stretching me wide. There’s something simmering inside you. Unleash it.”
His pupils blow, and desire flickers through him like a candle. My own body sparks with a similar need.
There have been too many secrets. I’ve told him who I am with my words. Now he needs to discover that with our bodies.
“Quite the request. But I’ve got my own ideas for you too, my wild Autumn Prince.”
Dayton kisses a path down my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point, then drops lower. When he reaches my pants, he lifts my hips, sliding them off so I’m bare beneath him. My cock is hard, already beading with precum.
“Beautiful,” he says, urging my thighs apart.
Confidence radiates through me. He traces a finger over my entrance, teasing the furled muscle.
“I’m going to open you up slowly,” he promises. “Work you with my fingers until you’re desperate for my cock.”
My heart hammers against my ribs. “Well, get started.”
He presses inside me, and I keen high in my throat, my back bowing off the bed. He works me expertly, crooking his fingers to find that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
“More,” I demand. “Give me another.”
Dayton complies, easing a second finger in. I feel impossibly full but know it’s nothing compared to the thick length of his cock. He pumps slowly, dragging out the wonderful burn.
“Just like that,” I moan, fisting my hands in the sheets. “Fuck, you’re so good.”
“You’re so hot and perfect. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
“How hard are you going to fuck me?” I growl. “I need everything you can give me.”
“Patience, Fare. I want you mindless with pleasure, begging for my cock, before I give it to you.”
“Yes.” This is what I want. My Summer Prince, alive and wild. His confidence returns as we fall into a familiar routine.
He spreads his fingers, stretching me wider, and I thrash my head against the pillow. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Dayton’s hot breath ghosts over my straining erection. I shudder in anticipation, clawing at his golden hair.
“Tell me what you want,” he teases, his mouth brushing the sensitive tip of my cock.
“Suck me. Take me into your perfect mouth. I want to feel your lips wrapped around me as you finger me open.”
Dayton’s eyes darken with lust at my filthy words. “As you wish.”
He swallows me down without preamble, taking my length deep into his hot, wet mouth.
“Just like that,” I groan, holding his head in place.
Dayton moans, the vibrations causing my hips to arch. He bobs, my cock sinking deeper into his throat each time. All the while, his hand continues pumping.
“Dayton,” I pant, my voice ragged. “If you keep going, I’m going to come.”
He pulls off my cock, his lips swollen and glistening. “Not yet.”
Dayton scissors his fingers, the sensation like bottled lightning. He presses sloppy kisses to my inner thighs as he works a third finger inside me.
“Look at you, opening up so beautifully for me,” he praises, voice dripping in honey. “Ready to be filled up, Fare? You’re going to be ruined for anyone else.”
“I already am,” I hiss, undulating my hips to take his fingers deeper. “And you are mine. No other man ever gets to see you so wrecked and desperate like this.”
“Truly, I am yours, my Autumn Prince.”
Something snaps inside me at his words, a primal urge to dominate, to possess.
I grip Dayton’s wrist, stopping his teasing touch.
With a surge of strength, I flip us again so I’m straddling his hips, his hard length still trapped within his pants.
I rock against him, relishing the low groan that escapes his throat.
I lean down, my breath whispering over the shell of his ear. “Surrender to me,” I murmur. “I may let you inside me, but never doubt that I own you, body and soul.”
Dayton shudders, a moan escaping his kiss-swollen lips. “Fare,” he breathes, arching up to grind his hard length against mine.
I sit back on my heels, my gaze raking over Dayton’s glorious form splayed out before me like an offering. His bronzed skin glistens with sweat, muscles rippling as he writhes with need.
I take my time unlacing Dayton’s trousers, my fingers grazing along the prominent bulge. He bucks his hips impatiently, a needy whine escaping his throat.
“Easy, my golden prince,” I purr, dragging the pants down his muscular thighs with deliberate slowness. “I want to savor unwrapping my prize.”
Finally, Dayton’s massive cock springs free, slapping against his taut abdomen. I drink in the sight, thick and straining, the engorged head glistening with precum. It juts proudly from a nest of golden curls.
“Look at you,” I breathe reverently, trailing a single finger along the throbbing shaft. “So big and hard for me.”
Dayton shudders at my featherlight touch, his abdominal muscles tightening. “You’re well aware of the effect you have on me.”
I wrap my hand around his girth, marveling at how my fingers barely meet. He’s so thick, deliciously hot and heavy against my palm as I give him a slow pump from root to tip.
“Mm-hmm, I can’t wait to feel this splitting me open.” I squeeze his crown and delight in the bead of moisture that wells up.
Dayton groans, his hips rolling into my fist. “Fare, please…”
“You taste divine,” I murmur against his sensitive flesh before swirling my tongue around the weeping head, lapping up the pearly drops.
Dayton gasps. I take him deep, relaxing my throat to accept his length. He stretches my lips, but I moan, reveling in the weight of him on my tongue.
I bob, taking him deeper each time. Dayton is babbling now, broken praises and pleas. His hands bury themselves in my hair, tugging just the way I like.
I pull off him, my hand continuing to pump his spit-slick shaft. “I love how you fall apart for me. The powerful Summer Prince reduced to a desperate, needy mess.”
Dayton’s skin is flushed and glistening. “Please, Fare, I need to be inside you.”
“Since you begged.”
I crawl up his body, straddling his hips so the thick head of his cock nudges against my stretched entrance. I position and slowly sink down, taking him inch by delicious inch. We both moan as he fills me.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Dayton pants, his fingers digging into my skin.
I set a slow, torturous pace, rising until just the tip remains inside before slamming back down. Pleasure coils tighter with each thrust, building to an inferno within me. Dayton matches me, driving up as I grind down.
“You love this, don’t you?” I say, picking up speed. “Love being buried in my ass.”
“Yes,” he hisses. “I love everything about you.”
I clench around him, and he throws his head back with a shout. Rolling my hips, I take Dayton’s massive cock deeper, craving it, needing it like air.
“That’s it. Take what you need,” Dayton growls, his hands urging me on. “Ride me hard, Fare. Use me for your pleasure.”
I moan. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with our ragged pants and grunts. Dayton meets my every downward grind with a powerful upward thrust of his hips, driving his cock into me at the perfect angle.
Sweat slicks our bodies as I ride him with wild abandon. My cock bounces against my stomach, flushed and pink and leaking. I lean back, bracing my hands on Dayton’s muscular thighs. The change in position allows him to drive even deeper.
“Fuck, look at you,” Dayton rasps, his eyes devouring me. “I’m going to come.”
I slow my frantic pace, ignoring Dayton’s whine of protest. A wicked grin spreads across my face as I roll my hips, savoring the drag of his thick length inside me.
“Fare, please,” Dayton pants. “I need… I’m so close…”
“Oh, I know, my golden prince,” I drone, continuing my leisurely pace. “I’m not done using you for my pleasure yet.”
I lean forward, capturing Dayton’s wrists and pinning them above his head. Hovering my lips a mere breath from his, I feel them part in anticipation.
But I deny him the kiss, instead trailing my mouth along his sharp jawline, nipping and sucking as I go. Dayton writhes beneath me, straining against my hold, but I keep him in place.
“Mine,” I growl possessively against the rapid pulse in his neck before sinking my teeth in, marking him hard enough to draw a drop of blood. Dayton cries out, his back arching off the bed.
I lave the blooming mark with my tongue before continuing my path southward. I take a nipple into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth.
When I release Dayton’s wrists, he keeps them obediently above his head. I sit back, impaled on his throbbing cock. I move my hips in a slow, deliberate circle, clenching my inner muscles around him. Dayton’s face contorts with pleasure, a guttural moan tearing from his throat.
“Fare, I’m close.”
I tut disapprovingly, stilling my movements completely. Dayton whines at the loss of friction, trying to buck into my heat, but I press my hands firmly against his sweat-slicked chest, holding him in place.
“Now, now, my desperate Summer Prince. You don’t get to come until I say so. And right now, I want to hear you beg for it.”
Dayton’s eyes widen, lips parting in surprise. But then his gaze darkens with lust, pupils blown wide.
“Please, let me come. I need it so badly. Allow me to fill you up, baby.”
I hum thoughtfully, trailing a single finger down the center of his heaving chest. “You can do better than that, High Prince of Summer. I want you to tell me how desperately you need to spill inside me, how desperately you crave it.”
Dayton stares at me, his teal eyes shimmering, a feral brightness. Then he grabs the back of my neck, his touch warm.
“Please, Farron,” he says, his voice cracking with desperation, the vulnerability in his words unraveling a knot within my chest. “I need you. I’ll never not need you.”
I open my mouth to respond, but he cuts me off, eyes wide and shining.
“You are the calm that tames my storm. You’ve woven yourself into every part of me, into my laughter, my pain, my hope.
And I am more because of it. I love you, Farron.
” His voice lowers, shaking. “You and your quiet beauty of change, how you let things fall only to breathe life into something new.” He grins wildly and presses his forehead to mine.
“So, baby, let me come inside you. Let me love you with everything I am for as long as the stars burn in the sky.”
I still, the only movement a tear trickling down my cheek. “Day—”
He pulls me down to him and kisses me. “Is that a yes?”
My breath comes out raspy. Something burns inside me, hotter than the Green Flame. “Y-yes.”
Dayton rolls us gently so I’m beneath him. He captures my lips in a tender kiss, his fingers threading through my hair. I melt into his embrace.
His tongue caresses mine. I cling to his broad shoulders. Dayton begins to move again, rocking into me with slow, deep thrusts. I wrap my legs around his waist, tilting my hips to take him even deeper.
“Farron,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “Farron, Farron, Farron.”
I cup his face. “Day. Don’t stop.”
His breath hitches, and he surges forward, capturing my lips. He pours all his love, his devotion into that kiss, and I feel it resonate deep in my bones.
Dayton’s thrusts gain momentum, driving into me with focused intensity. “Touch me,” I plead breathlessly.
He reaches between us, wrapping his calloused hand around my shaft. I cry out at the contact, hips bucking. He pumps me in time with his thrusts, the sensation catapulting me toward the edge.
“That’s it. Let go for me,” Dayton urges, his hot breath ghosting over my ear.
His words are my undoing. I shatter with a silent scream, my release pulsing over his fist in pearly ropes. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me as I clench rhythmically around Dayton’s pistoning length.
“Fare,” he groans, his hips stuttering as my climax triggers his own.
I feel him swell inside me, stretching me wider, before he spills deep. His seed paints my inner walls, pulses endlessly, filling me to the brim.
Dayton collapses on top of me, his face buried in the crook of my neck as we both struggle to catch our breath. I run my fingers through his damp, golden locks. We lie there, our hearts gradually slowing.
“You’ve always been the sun to me,” I say softly, then, “I’m sorry.”
He places a gentle kiss on my temple. “I’m not.”
“I…I know we’re both different now.”
He sweeps my hair back from my brow. “We’ll figure it out together.”
“Together,” I echo.