Break my shell, p.10
Break My Shell, page 10
Dayton shuddered, pushing more of Max’s cock in. In his mind, that heavy, warm hand squeezed in his hair and alternated between yanking him up and roughly pushing him down, past his limits, sending the thick girth deep into his throat. With a soft mewl, he angled his neck to accommodate Max with more ease, and he picked up the sac, rolling Max’s balls in his fingers.
The little twitches of Max’s thighs, the tension in his stomach were among the most gratifying things Dayton has ever felt. He might not come at all, and he’d be happy as long as he knew Max appreciated him.
He actually whimpered when he was pulled off Max’s cock abruptly, leaving him gasping for air.
Max licked his lips. “You’re too good at this. And the only way I’m coming today is deep in your”—he hesitated—“body.” He didn’t waste time and pulled on Dayton’s arm, flipping them over so that he was on top. His weight was such a pleasure Dayton moaned into the kiss that Max was already delving in for.
Dayton moaned with arousal, and his legs spread right away, ready for that beast of a cock to push in. “Ohh, yes... yes, please, Max,” he said, pulling him closer. It was so bright every bit of their bodies was on show, and he convinced himself not to care too much. Max was his boyfriend after all, and the letters they used to send one another created an intimacy that made this all even more normal. People had sex with people they loved. It was perfectly fine to want Max after forging the kind of connection they had.
Dayton’s eyes widened at the ease with which Max picked up his lower body and put Dayton’s legs over his shoulders. He leaned down with a hungry grin, but then stalled.
Max rolled his forehead over Dayton’s with a groan. “Fuck. Lube.”
Dayton shuddered and rubbed Max’s pecs with a hunger he couldn’t properly express. He almost wished he could bite off a chunk of that chest and keep it forever inside him. But he rolled to the side, wiggling his hand toward the bedside table. He loved that state just before penetration, when his body was both tense and so completely relaxed it could probably even take one of those giant dildos he’d seen online.
If Max were to get his way, would he want to taunt Dayton with weird toys? Tease him? Watch him squirm? Take dirty photos? Tell him just how much he knew Dayton was enjoying it because of Dayton’s cock being hard?
No. Dayton was supposed to focus on the here and now.
Here and now where a horny, sexy Max was already taking the lube off Dayton’s hands and squeezing some onto his fingers. Just seeing the tension in his powerful body, the pent-up arousal expressed in a sheen of sweat, was enough to pull Dayton right back into reality. He couldn’t help but miss the whole gutter of filthy words Max had thrown at him before. As if they were a secret key to unlock Dayton’s pleasure zone. No matter how much he tried, he kept thinking back to that first fuck when Max took him hard, with no mercy, and told him what a slut he was for just being there and taking cock.
“You all right?” Max asked as he teased Dayton between the buttocks with slippery fingers.
Dayton nodded, swallowing the urgency that told him to just beg for the real thing already. As sweet as the fingers were, it’d been so long since they fucked that he couldn’t wait. His hole throbbed against Max’s touch, already relaxed and longing. He rolled his hips against the fingers, wordlessly begging his lover to hurry up.
Max groaned and pushed Dayton’s legs lower again, but his gaze went between Dayton’s spread thighs as he pushed in a lubed finger up to the knuckle. Being watched this way, in full daylight, only made Dayton realize that he’d only ever had sex with his past boyfriends at night.
It was hard to focus on anything but Max when another finger quickly followed, stretching Dayton’s hole in rapid thrusts. Max watched his own actions with his lips parted and a dark flush on his cheeks.
He was so dreamily handsome.
“I feel like I’m in the best POV porn movie,” whispered Dayton, stroking his hand over Max’s forearm and purposefully neglecting his own cock, no matter how hard it was, and how it ached for a touch. Max wanted to finish him off, and in that moment Dayton was ready to give Max anything he wanted.
Max snorted, finally looking up to Dayton’s face, yet never stopping fucking Dayton’s ass with his fingers. “Is that what you watch, dirty boy?”
Dayton licked his lips, and the truth was on the tip of his tongue. None of the porn he watched was even remotely vanilla, and if he could just not be himself, never be recognized, he would love to be subjected to all the deliciously dirty things featured in such films.
But Max was over him, his cock straining for release, his fingers stabbing him rapidly, already creating that burning sensation Dayton secretly craved.
“Fuck... I can’t...” he uttered and pulled Max closer with his legs.
Max licked all the way from Dayton’s collarbone to his jaw. “Means you’re ripe for me.” And with those words, he pulled out his fingers and didn’t spare any time replacing them with his dick. The cockhead pushed right past Dayton’s sphincter, sending his brain into sensual overload.
All that muscle, all that masculine scent, and the long-horned bull skull inked on Max’s chest only added to the vision of Max as a wild beast.
Dayton arched off the bed, crying out and clutching Max’s arms as his world rolled around him chaotically. The heat of that magnificent dick speared him with pleasure so intense that for a moment he believed he’d just come on the spot and disappoint Max. But no, the flash of arousal dropped slightly after the spike, simmering beneath Dayton’s skin and making it prickle.
“Yes. Fuck, yes...”
Max caught Dayton’s lips in a kiss that had him curling his toes and crossing his ankles over Max’s shoulders. And that thick cock was only pushing farther into Dayton’s channel, until he could feel the coarse pubes tickling his ass. Max wouldn’t break the kiss, and wrapped one arm under Dayton’s body while his other hand explored everywhere from Dayton’s pecs to his thighs.
Dayton gasped, sucking and licking on Max’s lips, so eager to communicate the depth of his need for this. He opened his eyes and shuddered, seeing the expanse of flushed skin, Max’s long eyelashes, bulging muscle. The pressure inside him was exquisite, and he voiced his pleasure with yet another unplanned moan. “You feel so good, Max. Please, move.”
“Fuck yes, babe.” Max bit down on Dayton’s bottom lip, and the slight pain pushed Dayton’s arousal to another level.
His cock drizzled precum all over his stomach, but then Max started fucking him at an animalistic pace and all thoughts evaporated from Dayton’s brain. The thick rod stabbed into him time and time again, accompanied by Max’s grunts, then a lick over Dayton’s cheek. He grabbed on to the sturdy shoulders, letting the furious fuck swallow him whole.
It could only have been more perfect if Max held his hands down, or dug his fingers into Dayton’s jaw while he made him take even more cock than he comfortably could. He shuddered as Max’s real voice merged with the one Dayton had secretly saved in his memory, calling him dirty, a slut, pushing down on Dayton’s chest so hard he could barely breathe from the pressure.
In his dreams, Max slapped his face, not too hard, but just forcefully enough for Dayton to feel the burn. He wasn’t here to moan and enjoy himself. He was here only for Max’s pleasure. To serve Max with his ass and let him leave his cum inside him if he so wished to. If not, Max could come on his face, or ass. Anywhere he liked, as long as he tied Dayton down.
Max’s thrusts became sharp and fast, his cock rubbing against Dayton’s prostate each time. Max slid his hand down to Dayton’s buttocks, squeezing and giving him the tiniest of slaps. If only he used more force, it would have been perfect… At least Max’s weight was like a trap in its own right. Dayton was sure Max would have been able to keep him down and fuck him without any restraints.
Max teased the inside of Dayton’s buttocks with his fingers, right next to where his cock was lodged, but only when Max slipped one of the digits into Dayton’s hole alongside his cock, did Dayton realize what Max was doing.
“You like that?” Max grunted into Dayton’s ear as the digit made the stretch of his sphincter even more intense.
Dayton’s ass convulsed, and he clutched at Max’s flesh even harder, fighting for each breath. The sudden wave of pleasure came both from the physical sensation and somewhere deep in Dayton’s mind where Max was a handsome monster who would not hesitate to experiment with his partner’s body.
The power behind the thrust made Dayton’s own dick slap against his stomach, and just like that—he was coming. Heat exploded all over his body, wiping his mind and draining his balls.
Max hissed, making a few more harsh thrusts while Dayton’s muscles throbbed around the cock and the finger. “Naughty fucker. Told you not to come.” But he seemed more amused than anything else, and the panting at Dayton’s neck was only another trigger for dark fantasies of a man holding him down and using him just to empty his balls and leave.
Dayton relaxed, completely focused on the sensation of Max’s cock pushing its way through his anus, back and forth, and pressing Dayton’s whole body to the mattress with the power behind each thrust.
“S-sorry,” Dayton whimpered, opening his eyes only to watch the spectacle of Max coming close to his own climax. In the bright light of the morning, he was the most beautiful man Dayton had ever seen, with a healthy flush to his skin and features slack from intense pleasure. Dayton would gladly be his forever.
“With an ass this tight, you’re already forgiven,” Max whispered, glancing into Dayton’s eyes as his movements became shallow and languid. He pulled out his finger but his cock was still hard in Dayton’s body. The connection between them was about so much more than just two cocks needing to get off. Dayton was sure Max could feel it too. That it wasn’t just a game for him.
“Come inside me. I know you want to,” whimpered Dayton, pushing his hands all the way to Max’s face, which was hot and damp with sweat, so beautiful in the unpredictability of impending release.
Max’s pupils widened, and he pulled he cock out almost completely, only to slam it right back in. He never took his eyes off Dayton’s face. “Yeah, you lettin’ me cream that tight little cum-hole?” he grunted, grabbing on to Dayton’s hip and shoving his cock in again and again in irregular thrusts.
If Dayton hadn’t come already, he’d have surely exploded all over Max’s stomach now. Reality melted away, leaving him completely devoid of fear or uncertainty, naked for Max and silently begging for all those dirty words. The sense of humiliation worked its way under Dayton’s skin, and he tugged on his spent cock, whimpering when Max thrust against his prostate once more. It was all too much now, but the discomfort of the sensation made him relax with the thought that he was only here to serve Max, and if Max wanted to use his body this way, he had no say in it.
He loved it.
Max’s grip on Dayton tightened and he stilled, panting. He was coming. Filling Dayton with his spunk like he’d promised. He took his time, staying on top and biting on Dayton’s ear. Instead of pushing him away, the pain only made Dayton hold on to Max tighter.
“Feels so good inside your sweet ass. I never know if I want you to drink up my spunk or if I want you to take it so I can see it leak out your hole.”
“Throw a coin?” whispered Dayton, not trusting himself to speak at a normal volume when emotion washed over him in rapid waves, pushing him even farther into Max’s arms.
“I just might next time.” Max chuckled, and Dayton was forced to lower his legs when Max pulled out and laid on top of him like a sated beast.
Their breaths mingled in Dayton’s ears, and he smiled, slowly putting his arms around Max and listening to him inhale and exhale, to the furious heartbeat drumming in his firm chest.
“Was it all right for you? I kinda got carried away at the end. I got too horny, sorry.” Max nestled his hips between Dayton’s legs, still keeping him in the sweetest of traps. “But you said to come inside, and I fucking lost it. Haven’t done it bare in years.”
Dayton froze, suddenly so rigid it felt like his back would break. “H-huh? Like... we had no condom?” He hardly kept a tremor out of his voice.
Max stayed silent for a while, which only made Dayton’s anxiety skyrocket. “I… I mean… you said I could come in you. I was kinda… in the heat of the moment. I wasn’t planning this morning. I was hoping for getting head at best.”
Dayton bit his lips, staring at the ceiling while anxiety curled its icy fingers around his heart and squeezed until it hurt. It had felt good. It had felt so good, and now that he knew Max had already come inside him, he could almost physically feel the burn of hot spunk. But he shouldn’t like it. This was dangerous. He promised himself to always practice safe sex, to not be that guy, who got syphilis by accident.
“I’ve never done that.”
“Oh.” And silence again, followed by a kiss to Dayton’s neck. “Does it feel good? That you know I left my cum in you?” The whisper made Dayton shiver.
“It does,” he whispered back despite the unpleasant feeling twisting up his insides. He shouldn’t be panicking. There was no reason not to believe Max when he said he hadn’t had sex in prison, and that he was healthy.
But he still promised himself never to do that.
His promises were clearly worth nothing.
“You broke the rules too,” Max teased. “You were supposed not to come when I fucked your ass.” He made languid movements with his body, and only after a second Dayton realized Max was doing it to spread Dayton’s cum between them.
“Well, you tricked me. No one said anything about special effects,” said Dayton, curling up against Max, as if the warmth of that strong body could somehow ease his anxiety.
Max chuckled. "I can't help myself around you, babe. You’ve been my wet dream for so long I’d fuck you ten times a day if I could. It’s hard for me to focus around you.”
The confession sounded honest, yet still felt beyond surprising. Dayton had never thought of himself as a man who could attract such intense lust, but it seemed that for Max, he was catnip.
He smiled and rubbed his nose against Max’s cheek, seeking his lips. “I don’t think I could keep up with ten times a day. Unless we made it 50:50 between fucking and blowjobs,” he said, glad he couldn’t see Max’s eyes yet.
Max lapped at his lips. “We’re gonna have so much fun together, babe. I know I’m clean, but we can get tested if you want, and we’ll go bare all the time. I loved filling you up.”
Dayton moaned and closed his mouth, embarrassed by how eager he sounded. Who was he kidding? He wanted Max to make him dirty and too tired to move. “M-maybe.Yes.”
Max gave Dayton a shameless, happy kiss, running his hands all over Dayton’s back. His confidence in bed was through the roof and Dayton couldn’t help but be attracted to that. Maybe it meant that in the future—just maybe—he’d gather the courage to tell Max that he did in fact want to fulfil his dark fantasies and sometimes be treated like anything from a victim of a house invasion, to a male prostitute abducted into the forest.
Maybe.
In the future.
Maybe.
Chapter 8
“So… Max. He’s a bit rough around the edges.” Kathy raised her eyebrows and looked up at Dayton from the gigantic pot of tomato soup she was stirring.
Dayton blinked, startled into freezing over his lunch, with the sandwich halfway to his mouth. Oh, God. How did she know about him and Max? It wasn’t like they advertised their relationship. Had Max told her? He must have.
“You think?” he asked in the end.
Kathy’s eyes went wider, which stressed the wrinkles on her forehead. “You don’t think? Judging by your past boyfriends I wouldn’t exactly assume he’d be your type.”
Dayton squirmed in the seat, feeling like a bug caught under a cup. “Well... maybe? I don’t know. He’s a nice person. I thought you liked him, too,” he said, suddenly afraid of the answer he might get. What if Max had been unpleasant to Kathy?
“No, I do. He swears like a sailor, so that’s just right up my street in the kitchen, but I wouldn’t really let him date my daughter, if you know what I mean.” Kathy’s daughter wasn’t even eight yet, but Dayton was pretty sure that wasn’t the point. And with Kathy being a good twenty years older than him, she sometimes acted as if she was his mom.
He stirred, starting to feel uneasy about such comments about Max, and not even because they could be a judgment of his own choices. He just thought Max deserved more credit that everyone gave him. “Why?”
Kathy stopped stirring the pot with a deep sigh. “He seems a bit like the hit ‘em and quit ‘em kinda guy. And you’re a ball of anxiety already. I guess I don’t want to see you hurt once— if he bails at some point.”
Dayton stuffed his face with the sandwich, but his mind was already doing a frantic analysis of Max and his behavior. So far, Max had made an effort to accommodate Dayton’s needs. He didn’t try to belittle his neurotic anxieties and he’d urged Dayton to get tested for STDs on the day after they did it bareback for the first time. And they were both healthy, even though just having to go through the process had made Dayton lose sleep the night before they received the results.
Max deserved a chance. He might be a bit brash, but he was a good guy. “I don’t know. He is very caring and nice when he is with me.”
Kathy snorted and started cutting carrots. “He does talk about you like you’re God’s gift to men.”
Dayton almost dropped the sandwich onto the plate. “H-he does?”
Kathy pointed at him with a carrot. “See. And this is exactly what I mean. You’ll get all excited, and what if he changes his mind later? At least he won’t leave you with a kid like my good for nothing ex-husband did. He used to promise me the moon and the stars, and then left with a trucker. I mean, a woman, who drives a truck. A trucker woman for fuck’s sake! Can you understand that shit?”
