Chapter 27
chapter twenty-seven
Summer
Igrip his shoulder, still feeling like I’m in a daze. I have since he kissed me at Chaos.
Dayton is fucking me right now.
I can’t seem to accept that it’s actually happening. It feels like I’m dreaming, and at any moment, I’ll wake up, and I’ll be sweaty and alone in bed.
No, he’s here. I can feel him so deep inside me.
I moan, gripping his triceps so hard that I’m afraid my nails will dig into his skin and draw blood. He’s thrusting into me. I’m completely at his mercy. I want to cry and come and never wake up from this dream.
“Stay with me. Look at me.” He’s gripping my hair so tight that it hurts.
I look up into his amber eyes, always so intense and calculating, but openly vulnerable in this moment with me. It’s like I’m seeing the real Dayton for the first time ever.
And he’s obsessed with me.
Another orgasm is building in my core. I clench my thighs around his hips, wrapping my legs all the way around him. He reaches down and brushes his thumb against my overly sensitive clit.
I want him to keep going all night, but this is only the first time. It doesn’t have to be our last.
It can’t be.
I lean up, kissing his mouth. He bites my bottom lip, one of his forearms still braced around my head as his hips thrust harder and faster. I’m getting closer. I’m surprised I’m actually going to come twice in one night. I never have before.
“Dayton,” I moan softly as the orgasm ripples over my skin in heat and sparks.
My muscles tense, pleasure filling up as I scream into the night.
His name on my lips seems to send him over the edge because he suddenly jerks out of me, his fingers tightening in my hair as he comes on my stomach.
He jerks on top of me before slowly lifting his weight and staring down at my body.
He seems to stare at the semen on my stomach for a very long time before dragging himself off the bed and going into the bathroom.
I wait, hoping he hasn’t suddenly morphed back into douchebag Dayton and abandoned me like this.
Don’t be silly.
But that nagging little fear is still in the back of my mind. Mind-blowing orgasms and hot sex don’t make someone treat you better—that I know.
A few seconds later, he returns with a damp washcloth and slowly—very slowly—cleans off my stomach. He wipes between my legs and kisses the top of both my thighs before returning to the bathroom.
Okay …
I get up, needing to pee. I’m still a little buzzed on both champagne and postcoital bliss, so my mind hasn’t started running through possible nightmare scenarios, but at any time that could change.
I grab a big T-shirt from my dresser and slip it over my head before finding a pair of boy shorts to put on. Dayton emerges from the bathroom. I slide in after he leaves to pee and wash the makeup off my face.
When I return to the studio, he’s lying in bed with the lamp on, waiting for me. I notice a fresh glass of ice water on my nightstand. He watches me walk over to the door and find it already locked.
I make my way back over to the bed and slip under the covers, settling in just close enough to him to not be touching. I grab the glass of water and take a sip of the cool liquid.
I turn to see that he’s looking at the necklace I’m still wearing.
“Thank you for this. It’s … I’ve never loved anything more.” I brush my fingers over the pearls.
He nods. “You’re welcome. It looks good on you. Are you okay?”
I nod. “More than okay.”
He sighs, eyes dragging over me before he nods. “Good.”
He reaches over and turns off the light before his hand dips under the sheets and wraps around my hip. He tugs me into his chest.
“Night, Cupcake.”
“Night.”
I close my eyes, more nervous than I’ve ever been in my life.
Dayton Copeland just fucked me senseless, and now he wants to cuddle.
Before my eyes even open, regret slithers through me. I did something bad last night.
Something tall and dark and broody and sexy and really bad.
I slept with my stepbrother last night.
Dayton is curled around me, his fist is in my hair, and his erection is poking my ass. Unwinding myself from him is going to be difficult, but I feel like I can’t breathe.
I’m attempting to untwirl my hair from his grasp when he starts moving. More specifically, his hips start grinding into me.
Oh no.
His free hand is already gliding between my thighs, finding the sensitive bud of my clit. I try to wiggle away because I know as soon as he makes contact, I won’t be able to say no.
The rough pads of his fingers barely drag across my clit.
Fuck.
I’m a slave to the sensual perusal of his fingertips. Even though he’s had very limited time exploring my body, he’s already mapped out each and every nerve ending.
“Good morning,” he growls into my ear.
His fingers find the top of my waistband and ease under the elastic. A sigh escapes my lips.
What’s one more time going to hurt?
He must sense my surrender because he flips me over and slides down my body, pushing my shirt up to gain access. I suck in a breath when he finds my nipple with his tongue. A moan when his teeth scrape over it.
“Dayton, please …”
“Hmm, yes?”
I need him to take that action south right now. I thread my fingers through his dark hair and pull. I feel him smile against me.
“I want you to use your words this morning.”
“Touch me,” I beg.
“I am touching you.”
His fingers have found my wet heat again, but there’s a fabric barrier. His tongue is lazily circling my right nipple, and the teasing is going to drive me wild.
“You’re mean.”
He chuckles, but doesn’t change what he’s doing; he just switches sides. His knee moves between my legs.
“You’re sweet in the morning. I wonder if you taste sweet.”
“You’ll have to find out.” I bite my lower lip, lifting my hips to try and grind against his thigh.
He presses me back down to the bed and slides down until his face is level with my vagina. He nibbles me through my boy shorts. I gasp.
“I love your scent. I want to bathe in it.”
If I didn’t know better, I would say he’s starting to sound like maybe he’s thought about this a few times. But I know that can’t be true.
He finally pulls down my underwear and swipes his tongue over the seam of my lips.
“Ahhh, fuck.” I need him closer.
He somehow reads my thoughts because he lifts up and looks at me. “I want you to ride my face.”
“I’ve never done that before,” I confess.
“You’ll love it.”
He lies down on his back, his head a few feet from the headboard. I peel my T-shirt off before tentatively straddling him. He grips my hips, pulling me down toward his mouth.
“Dayton! I’m going to crush you.”
He shakes his head, his lips brushing mine. “I want you to suffocate me with it.”
I gape at him, still hovering above him. He pulls me down harder until I relent and let my vagina press against his lips. His tongue swipes out and brushes across my sensitive clit.
“Baby, I’m gonna need you to smother me with this sweet pussy. I’ll let you know if you’re cutting off my air supply.”
I finally give in, sinking down farther onto his mouth, and he starts sucking my clit.
Fuck …
It feels so good that I forget where I am for a few seconds. My hands grip the rattan headboard for support. His hands are wrapped around my thighs, still pulling me down. His wet tongue is swirling around my sensitive skin, drawing noises from me I didn’t know I was capable of making.
He’s lapping me up with his tongue like he loves the taste of me, and it’s bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. I grip the headboard harder, my thighs nearly crushing his skull when the sensations build too much and I feel myself crashing over the edge.
He moans, sucking on my clit harder and making me scream out his name.
“Dayton! Fuck.” My body quivers with the aftershocks.
His tongue laps over me a few more times, like he just wants to taste me. I’m gasping, trying to find my breath again as I slowly lift off of him and swing my leg over. He sits up, wiping the glistening moisture off his mouth with the back of his forearm.
My body is flushed as he reaches for me, wrapping his hands around my waist. “I want you to ride me again.”
“Again?” I gape at him. “I can’t.”
He sits back against the headboard and peels off his boxers. His cock springs out, fully hard and ready for me. In the morning light streaming through the curtains, I see him more clearly now, veins and all. Moisture is seeping from the tip.
Thank God I have an IUD.
I haven’t done this before, so I don’t protest when he manhandles me and lifts me up by my waist, setting my ass down on the tops of his thighs. I want to feel him again, gliding against the inside of me.
I lift up, grabbing his dick and positioning it at my entrance. We both watch as I slowly slide down over him, groaning in unison when he’s fully sheathed inside me.
He stills my hips as soon as I try to move. “Let me just … feel you for a second.”
He lays his head back on the headboard, shutting his eyes.
I take the chance to study his features—the square jaw, the five-o’clock shadow, and the way his dark waves are unusually messy from my hands being buried in them last night.
I lean forward, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.
I suck on him, nibbling and tasting the saltiness of his skin.
His hips start moving, slowly thrusting into me. I let him set the pace, my hands reaching for his shoulders to brace myself. The bed smacks against the wall, and my heart hammers with the rhythm.
I didn’t know it could feel this good. I’m in so much trouble.
I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on my body, wondering how even though I’ve been on top all morning, he’s still doing all the work.
His fingers are bruising my skin, but I couldn’t care less.
I’m so wet that I know it’s leaking all over him and possibly spilling down to the sheets.
He plunges inside me over and over again, joining our bodies as one and making my heart squeeze with a strange emotional bond that I’ve never felt during sex and definitely never felt toward him.
“Look at me,” he says.
My eyes pop back open and focus on his face. I lick my lips, letting out a cry when his thumb finds my clit. I jerk back.
“So sensitive, baby,” he murmurs.
“I can’t come again,” I whimper into his neck.
“Yes, you can.” He slows his bucking hips. “Ride me.”
I take over, bouncing up and down on him and finding my rhythm, tilting my body forward until he’s at just the right spot inside me.
“Right there. Perfect. Ride me. You look so pretty like this, taking your pleasure from me.”
His filthy words overwhelm me, sending another unexpected orgasm washing over my skin.
I scream again, surprised that it’s happening so soon after the first one.
My body is shaking as Dayton grunts, pulls me up off him, and spills his semen over his stomach.
He’s holding on to his dick as it pumps out.
I watch him, licking my lips before collapsing to the side from exhaustion. I don’t know why I’m so worn out, considering he did almost everything, but I feel like I could go back to sleep for another seven hours.
Finally, I sit up and crawl off the bed to go relieve my bladder. I shut the door, staring at myself in the mirror over the sink.
I look … like I just got fucked into oblivion multiple times. My cheeks are rosy, my lips are red, and my skin is still flushed.
I finish my business and wrap up in my floral silk robe. I’m sure Dayton wants to wash off his sticky body, so I step out to give him a chance to shower. He’s standing at the kitchen sink, still naked, using a paper towel to clean off his abs.
I swallow over the lump in my throat. His defined butt muscles flex as he shifts his weight, and my mouth dries up. His Adonis body is truly something out of this world.
He turns to face me fully, smirking at my expression. “Like what you see, Cupcake?”
I blush deeper, as if I wasn’t riding his face twenty minutes ago. I shrug, attempting indifference.
“Shower is yours.”
“Want to join me?”
“Uh, it’s kind of small.”
He nods, striding toward the bathroom. “Maybe when we finish the master bathroom in the big house then.”
I gulp as the door shuts behind him.
So, he doesn’t want this to be a onetime thing.