“I can think of aperfectway to relax after all that,” Dalton says, his voice still strained and raspy from the smoke he’s inhaled. I shouldn’t find it so sexy.
He licks the side of my neck, no doubt tasting my quick pulse, and drags my pajama pants down with a heavy sigh.
This time, I fail at keeping the noise from escaping, and we both hear my deep, needy grunt when the waistband passes over my dick, setting it free. His touch feels so good, like no one else’s, and when I kick my pants all the way off, he’s right there, pushing his clothed dick to my ass.
My head’s spinning.
I just… I want this so much.
I’ve never seen or experienced a more perfect dick than Dalton’s. I already miss his hand when he pulls it away to release that beast.
But as soon as it presses into my crack, I get a reality check. While both my cock and hole throb with the arousal of having him close, he’s… really big. Does he intend to fuck me like this?
My head is a scrambled mess filled with conflicting needs.
“You know what’s comfier than your sofa?” he rasps playfully and rocks his cock against my ass. Every time it rubs against my sensitive pucker I squirm in his embrace. “Your hole. It was so hot and snug around me.” He squeezes me tighter and rocks against me like a dog in heat.
My pulse flutters against hungry lips that keep teasing me with open-mouthed kisses. He’s voracious, passionate yet gentle, and whileI have so much experience with self-control, Dalton’s touch has me falling apart.
Maybe I’m out of my mind, but when his slick cockhead kisses my hole again, all I want is for him to roll me to my stomach andpush. In my fantasies, it would have me writhing in ecstasy, and I rock back, despite knowing my body doesn’t work that way.
“Fuck…”
“A lazy little rut before bed,” Dalton murmurs into my ear, and my stomach clenches with both need and fear if I can go at it like that. I was bowlegged after he fucked me that first time.
“I don’t know if I…” I drift off, because I don’t want to come off as a coward. He’s got a monster between his legs, and if we’re going to fuck, there will be nothing lazy about it. Or little.
Dalton lifts my leg a bit, positions himself lower, and—he can’t possibly consider fucking me dry, can he?
But instead, he slides his cock between my thighs, dragging it over my balls and all the way to the base of my cock.
I’m overheating.
“Right here, in this tight crevice,” Dalton whispers, tickling the back of my knee.
I’m melting.
“Oh God… fuck…” I whimper, rutting back against his meaty stomach. His body hair tickles my ass, and while I know I should be ashamed of my reaction, it’s all somehow easier in the dark. Even his breath feels more intense on my nape, and I reach back, pushing my fingers into his hair, because I need more, right this instant!
His nose pokes at my cheek, and then we’re kissing, and I shiver as he pushes his tongue in, forcing my own to yield.
We only have sweat and his pre-cum for lube, but it seems to be enough for him as he thrusts between my thighs with abandon. Dalton slides his hand up my leg and to my cock.
I’ve never beenheldlike this. I’m aroused but safe in this cocoon of darkness. My face is steaming hot, and I follow his lips with a needy whimper when he moves his face to my neck, and two fingers slide into my mouth.
The digits taste faintly of soap, but also fresh sweat, and a hint of the arousal driving us both. I would have been too embarrassed to initiate this myself, but now that Dalton’s fingers press on my tongue, I suck on them hard. Was this what I’ve been missing? This sense of abandon that comes with not having to communicate with words?
A sob of pleasure resonates over his hand when his hard dick pokes at my balls, and I lick the space between the fingers, caressing them like I wish to caress that beautiful cock. Dalton’s holding me so close I can’t even dream of taking the initiative, but when his shaft pops on the other side of my thighs, over and over, I start rocking my hips in answer.
He makes powerful thrusts against my ass, slapping it with his hips, tickling me with his pubes, and right now all I want to be is his plaything. A means to an end for this powerful bull pressed tightly against me.
I love to be in charge, yet in this one part of my life, I crave to lose it, to forget myself and let someone else take the reins. LetDaltontake the reins.
I suck on his fingers harder when he pushes them against my tongue, and I’m not even ashamed of my moans, or the choked gruntI make when he pushes them in deeper. We’re just two beasts rutting in the dark.
As if to emphasize that for me, Dalton gently bites my neck, making me feel even more vulnerable. I shouldn’t trust him, I really shouldn’t. He could do anything to me when I’m like this. But I don’t want to ponder whether he’s planning some elaborate revenge. I want to believe he’s here because he wants to fuck me.
I moan around his fingers in protest when he takes his hand off my dick, but then I hear him spitting, and that provides a bit more help with friction when his hand is back to jerk me off.
