“Your Grindr. It has a… large portfolio,” I say, pulling my belt out of the loops of my pants.
A shiver goes down my spine at the way his green eyes sharpen instantly. He gets lots of soap and scrubs it all over his body and head, but then gives his cock a few shameless pumps as he watches me undress.
“What can I say?” Dalton shrugs with a little smirk, as if he’s not afraid that his life is on the line. “I’ve got needs, and I get tested often, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m not worried. We test you all, in case of an accident during the hunt,” I say, feeling a pleasant ache in my chest when my words make him stall, even if for a brief moment. We’re wrestling for power without touching.
He’s not winning this match. I’ve trained in several martial arts since I was little. I also regularly jog and ride a horse. I am many things, but not undesirable. He should consider himself lucky for getting to have me, regardless of what the conditions are.
Dalton takes his hand off his half-hard cock to wash his hair, and it only makes him look more resplendent. He’s flexing for my viewing pleasure as soapy suds slide down his body with rivulets of water. He’s so densely tattooed I can’t comprehend the cacophony of pictures. A skull, a cross, boxing gloves, a tire, two fighting roosters, and so much more.
He raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Are you saying I’ll get to come inside you?” He shakes his head so abruptly some warm droplets reach me, and I distract myself by carefully removing my shoes and pants.
He was meant to flush with embarrassment, stuck for words, yet I’m the one hiding my face in the shadows and frantically thinking of a retort while the choking aroma of soap scented likesea breezereaches my nose.
“I want a fuck, not a cream pie,” I say, hoping he interprets it as me being unconcerned, not nervous.
He comes out of the shower and approaches me while wet, instead of using a towel like any normal person. I’m not fully undressed yet. I’m not… ready.
“Okay,” Dalton says and runs his massive hand up my arm, making my hair bristle. Body heat rises from him like steam. “I just need to know, so I can give you that fuck of a lifetime.”
Before I know it, he slides his other hand down my back, and into my underwear. Fuck, he’s confident. I freeze when his fingers make my skin melt and a broken sound forces its way out of my mouth.
What the fuck wasthat?
“My expectations are quite high after reading all those messages. For your sake, I hope you’re as good as they claim,” I say and meet his gaze even though I’m still in my own damn socks, and he’s cupping my ass cheek. Fuck, his palm is so large he could probably hold them both in a pinch.
My heart thuds loudly, and I worry he might be able to hear it too, yet I remain defiant, looking straight into his eyes. I wasn’t bluffing about the poison. If he kills me, he’s dead too.
“Only five stars, baby,” Dalton says and tickles my crack with a sly grin.
Un-fucking-believable.
“I’m not your fuckingbaby,” I snarl and place my hand on his throat, giving it a warning squeeze. There, that should keep him in check.
It’s hard to think about honorifics though when he presses so close to me I sense his cock against my stomach. I open my mouth for a kiss when he leans in, but his lips press to my neck instead, his tongue going up all the way to my jugular as I hold his.
“So what is it that Corvus likes, hm?” He slides his hand into my crack, and places the tip of his finger right on my pucker. “Is he justa greedy hole to me? A good boy who wants to please? Or a horny bottom who really wants to be gaped by a big dick?”
I don’t know.
I’m confused by the way he’s touching me, as if this isn’t about whether he lives or dies. As if I’m yet another hot conquest to him. I don’t need to open my eyes and seek out the mirror, because I know how we look together. He’s taller, bulkier than me, but I am collaring him with one hand, unafraid of the bull about to charge straight at me. His erect cock bobs, and I lean against him, as if every pore of my skin itches to kiss one of its counterparts on Dalton’s body.
Did he leave the shower running, or is the thudding of blood in my ears really that loud? How is it my nature that I want to be under a man like him so much, when in all other aspects of my life I crave control and complete dominance over my surroundings?
I don’t want to answer his questions. I don’t want to reveal anything, just see whether he can make me enjoy taking dick, but when his words caress my ear I find myself arching pliantly when he calls me a horny bottom and I clench my ass on his finger.
He exhales with a low groan that resonates all the way down my spine. I love how he feels against me. His size could be intimidating to some, but he’s pure indulgence. I want to feel him on top, and find out if he can use that thick tool between his legs.
“I bet you can’t wait to be filled,” Dalton murmurs and slides his finger in up to the first knuckle with ease. I grab his shoulders as he shamelessly crooks the digit inside me. Because yes, a part of him is inside me now. I can’t fucking believe it’s happening. “Prepared yourself for it already. I love that. Did you look at my dick pics when you lubed yourself? So hot.”
Yes.
Yes, I did. And I rubbed my prostate as I stared at the pictures, imagining his cock was about to invade my slick body. I might have taken longer than was necessary.
How come he’s making me melt like this when we’ve only just started?
“There’s nothing that special about them. A dick is a dick. Show me you can use it,” I whisper, struggling to keep my voice steady. I’m desperate to keep him in his place, as if he’s a dangerous animal, and I—his trainer. Some of my hair has fallen out of place and now hangs in my face. I wonder if it looks messy or romantic, or if he cares, as long as he gets what he wants out of this night.
