Page 7 of 12 Months of Mayhem

Though I’d been plenty wet, it was evident that wasn’t why he was licking me. He was doing it strictly because it felt good to me, and he damn well knew it. He used that talented tongue to bring me to the edge at least three times before suckling hard and nonstop on my clit. By then, I was practically drowning in unadulterated need.

That’s when he firmly held me still as he waged a relentless assault. My hold on the headboard was so tight, I worried I would crack it. My chin hit my chest as I dropped my head, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming his name as I shattered.

My bones seemed to turn to Jell-O, but he slowly licked and sucked until I was damn near melting. Then he carefully lifted me and slid me down his body until he had his tip at my dripping wet core. “Good girl,” he whispered. Trying to gather all my obliterated pieces back to earth, I lay there with my face nuzzled into his neck.

“You just wanna go to sleep?” he asked as he moved his hips enough to dip in and out mere centimeters.

I moaned, but my answer was to adjust myself so he slid deeper and deeper inside me until he was fully seated.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned as his fingertips dug into my hips and his muscles tensed.

With much concerted effort, I pushed myself upright and braced my hands on his chest. Watching his expression, I intentionally squeezed his cock as hard as I could.

“Guess not,” he added through clenched teeth.

I leaned down and brushed the tip of my nose along the length of his. “Hell no, not yet. Not until you come inside me,” I whispered against his lips.

That was all it took for him to drive up into me hard enough that I had to hold on. I met him thrust for thrust until he grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head down to kiss me. I knew I was done for when he tucked my head into his shoulder and fucked me until I lost control and screamed into his neck as I exploded.

“Fuck yes, that’s a good girl. You want my cum in that pussy?” he panted without pausing.

“Yes, God, yes. Please,” I whimpered and begged.

“That’s right you do. I’m going to come inside that tight little pussy, baby.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted.

“Whose pussy is this?” he demanded as he fucked me hard and fast.

“Yours. Yours, Dalton, it’s yours,” I insisted as I held on to the bedding and his shoulder. It drove me crazy when he talked dirty during sex.

“Goddamn right it is! This is my fucking pussy. Here it comes. Here it comes, baby. I’m coming inside my fucking pussy. Fuck!” he ground out as he drove up and held me so close there was no beginning or end—we were simply one. As he did exactly as he promised, I couldn’t think beyond the fact that he felt so damn good.

One hand cupped the back of my head while his other arm wrapped around my torso as we both tried to catch our breath. He held me so tight that I wasn’t sure which of us was trembling.

When the room stopped spinning and I could breathe again, I reluctantly got off him and crawled out of the bed. He chuckled as I wobbled a few times on my trek to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

After I was done, I shuffled back to him, stifling a yawn. He lifted the covers for me to climb back in, and we tangled together.

As I was dozing off, I thought about how lucky I really was. Dalton was my everything and had been for years. Even when I thought I hated him, deep down I still loved him.

So why was I holding back?

Chapter Three

Dalton

“Sun” — Derik Fein

Music played in the background through my speaker as the buzz of my tattoo gun vibrated my hand. It was strange to imagine that at one time I thought I’d be happy working at Chambers for the rest of my life.

I paused, wet some paper towels, and wiped the design to clean off the excess ink.

“Dude, this is gonna be sick as fuck,” my client drawled out as he took in my progress.

The corner of my mouth kicked up as I glanced up at him, then returned to work. “Thanks, Gene. I’m glad you’re happy so far. I’m really happy with the way it’s all coming together. I’m just going to finish this section, then we’ll get you cleaned up and out of here.”

This was his second session with me as I worked on his chest piece. We still had probably two more sessions to go. What started as a request to do a cover-up quickly morphed into a full chest piece that spanned to both shoulders. I often thought this, but it might just be some of my best work yet.

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