22. Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

We scramble toward Dax’s car, our haste fuelled by... well, sex! The urge to get naked and make up for lost time consumes both of us. “What’s your address?” Dax demands as the car roars to life.

“You wanna come back to mine? Are you sure you don’t want to go back to your place?” I suddenly feel a pang of worry, wondering if my rather ordinary apartment will disappoint Dax, who’s used to nicer things.

He twists in his seat, pulling me towards him, his lips rough and insistent against mine. The kiss is a primal claim, leaving me breathless and with no doubt about his desire for me.

“I want to be wherever you are,” he says, with a hint of possessiveness in his voice. “And I also want to know where you live, so the next time you don’t reply to my messages, I can come break down your door.”

Jesus, this guy. Let me just take a moment to fan myself. “Kinky much,” I snigger. “My place is on Princes Street, the multi-story flats. Third floor,” I rush out.

The drive back to my place is quick, taking less than five minutes with Dax behind the wheel. We barely make it inside before he slams me against the wall, his lips crashing against mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. His body feels like granite against mine, the solidity of it squeezing my breath out of me, keeping me trapped. But he doesn’t need to worry, though; I’m not going anywhere. We tear at each other’s clothes with eager hands, our kisses deepening as we stumble towards my bedroom. Thankfully, I already cleaned the place after Jake’s visit, so at least it’s clean and tidy. Although the way Dax is consuming me, I doubt he would even notice.

“Wait,” I gasp, catching my breath.

“What’s wrong?” He frowns at me.

“Nothing, everything’s fine, relax. I’m just going to the bathroom real quick.”

“Now?” he pants, his chest heaving against mine.

“Mhm. Trust me, you’re gonna love it! You’ll find the lube in that drawer,” I say, pointing to the bedside table as I make my way to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”

Closing the bathroom door with a bang, I rush to my toy cupboard, which also serves as my towel cupboard, and pull out my latest purchase. A tail connected to a butt plug, along with ears on a headband. My pizza-fuelled coma erased all memory of the order, and it arrived yesterday. I didn’t think I’d get any use out of it, so I just added it to the rest of my sex toys and costumes. But now things are back on track with Dax, right now, seems like the best time to show it off. Placing the tail and ears on the side of the sink, I reach for some lube from the shelf.

I coat my fingers in the cool gel before lifting one leg up, resting it on the toilet. As I reach behind me and insert two fingers, I bite my lip, closing my eyes and stifling a moan while stretching myself enough to insert the plug. With a few more pumps of my fingers, my muscles start to ease up, signalling I’m ready. I push the cold metal inside slowly, breathing deeply as I feel my arousal intensifying. My cock coming to life.

I brace myself against the sink, allowing a few seconds to let my body settle. I hope Dax likes this gift, since he calls me his little fox. I stand, put on the ears, and then walk back to the bedroom, the tail swinging playfully behind me, brushing against my thighs.

Dax sits at the edge of my bed, holding my dildo in one hand and his erect cock pointing upwards in the other. When he sees me, his menacing growl sends a shiver through my body.

“Is this to your liking, sir?” Slowly, I turn, shaking my tail as I look over my shoulder, meeting his gaze. His eyes are fiery and passionate, voice deep and heavy with arousal as he grits, “Crawl to me, little fox.”

So, I do. Getting down on my knees, I crawl on all fours towards him. When I reach Dax, I position myself in the space between his open legs. I’d forgotten just how impressive his beaded cock is—the balls so round and plump. They make my mouth water. A bead of precum sits there, ready and waiting for me. “Please,” I whisper, my eyes begging for permission.

“You want this?” he growls, aiming his dick at me.

“Yeah,” I say, watching the drop of cum on his tip like it’s the only drop of water in a sandy desert.

“Go ahead... lick it.”

You don’t need to ask me twice. I savour the bitter flavour of his precum as I swipe it with my tongue. I need more, though. So, I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock before moving down the shaft, feeling the beads as they bump across my tongue.

“That’s enough. No more for you, greedy boy.” His voice comes out stern, and I shiver. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed. I wanna see your tail.”

I quickly scramble onto the bed, wiggling my arse excitedly for Dax.

“You did this for me?”

The bed sinks as he settles behind me on his knees. Looking over my shoulder, I groan out a clipped “ Yesss ” in response to his tapping on the plug.

“You really are a naughty little fox, aren’t you? You want me to fuck you with your tail?”

“God, yes,” I whine, chasing his hand with my ass.

“Stretch your arms out straight on the bed and let me get a good look.” Once I’m in position, I feel the slight pull as he begins gently sliding the plug out. “Look at that greedy hole, slurping down the plug like you’re sucking on Santa’s candy cane.”

“Aghh,” I grunt, as the plug pops out and is quickly jammed back in. Over and over, he teases me. A string of precum marks the bed cover where my cock is dripping. “I need you inside me, Dax,” I say urgently.

“If only you’d remembered that when you were acting like a brat at the shelter. You’ll only have my cock when I decide you deserve it,” he says firmly in his schoolteacher’s voice.

I’m gonna die. I’m on the brink of exploding. How will I be able to endure this any longer?

With a knowing smile, he looks down at me. “I have a feeling you can handle even more.”

I find a moment of relief as the plug lands next to me, only for his fingers to breach me. It feels like at least two rammed inside me.

“I can’t resist you, Tris, the way you tighten around my fingers. Squeezing them. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock,” he croons. His fingers move around inside me in a circular motion, as if he’s trying to polish a doorknob.

“ Daaax , please ,” I whine. Panting heavily, I’m left feeling lost and empty as his fingers pull away from my opening.

“Mmmm. You can definitely take more,” he says with a satisfied hum. “I want you to lie on your back for me, baby, so I can see you better. I want to see your tears flow as I wreck you with your dildo.”

Fuck. His dirty mouth gives me goosebumps as I roll onto my back. His wild, untamed expression is intoxicating, and I love it. I look up at him with a smile, ready for what’s in store. Fingers crossed, it’s an epic pounding. Dax lubricates my loyal friend and edges closer to me as I spread my legs. Showing Dax my flexibility, I hook my arms around each of my thighs, baring myself to him. Despite my best efforts, a moan escapes my lips as I’m stretched open once more, the dildo breaching my entrance. Relishing the intrusion, I savour the expression of awe on Dax’s face as he watches the dildo disappear inside me. He keeps pushing until I’m completely full, sweat pearling across his forehead.

“So fucking hot. You take this cock so well. How many times have you fucked yourself with this, thinking of me, Tristan?”

“So many times,” I admit.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirks.

The dildo glides in and out of me while I whimper like the needy whore I am. My body thrums with energy, every cell vibrating with the anticipation of an imminent, powerful release. I claw at the sheets, my head spinning wildly, as Dax continues his relentless assault.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn him.

Dax comes to a sudden stop, his warm breath fanning my face as he leans down and kisses me. The taste of him, mixed with the salty sweat on his skin, floods my senses as our tongues intertwine. “You will only come when I give you permission, no sooner.”

He relentlessly pushes me to the brink of climax, only to pull away at the last moment. My pleas for more grow louder when he pauses, and I instinctively arch my back as he hits my sensitive spot repeatedly. My limbs feel like lead, and I can’t keep my legs up anymore. They just fall open onto the bed. He wasn’t wrong when he said he was going to have me a crying, sobbing mess. Tears trail down my cheeks, my climax just out of reach. Dax has edged me within an inch of my life. And I wouldn’t change a thing!

“You’ve been such a good little fox. I think you’ve earned my cock,” he praises me, real admiration in his voice, as he pulls the dildo from my pulsing hole.

“Yes… please. I need you. I’m begging you, don’t make me wait any longer.”

Dax’s smile softens, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he lies on his side next to me. “On your side,” he instructs.

I sink into the cool pillow, feeling Dax’s hot body against mine and his cock pressing into me as he lifts my leg. At last. My arm curls around his neck as he pushes into me, his pelvis meeting my backside with each thrust.

“Dax… Dax…” I moan. “Just like that. Ugh, your cock is just so… good. Take my arse whenever you feel like it. I’m all yours.”

“Promise?” he whispers into my ear.

“I promise.”

He rocks into me slowly and steadily, and the beads that line his shaft just hit differently. I tilt my head so that he can kiss me while he buries himself deep within me. His hand gently settles on my stomach.

“Tris, place your hand here. Do you feel me? Feel how far within you I am, deep in your belly.”

“Yes, I can feel you. So deep. I want you to fuck me forever, Dax. Never stop.”

“I’ll fuck you for as long as you want. Always.”

“Kiss me and make me come.”

The way he kisses me makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world. Working together, our bodies bring us to the edge of release.

“Dax,” I whisper. “Can I come?”

“Yeah, baby. Come for me,” he urges, his voice low and husky.

That’s all it takes. I let go. “ Ahhhhh . Fuucckkkk .” My body convulses and shakes as pleasure floods through me, as I come hands-free, Dax’s cock so deep inside me. “Ohhh… God… Dax…” I cry out.

Cum shoots out of me in abundance, as if it was saving itself for this moment. My body aches in the best of ways. A big, beaded cock attached to a man I thought was unattainable has thoroughly used and fucked me into oblivion.

“You want me to fill you up?” Dax grits, and I can tell that he’s close, his sweaty forehead resting against my shoulder.

“Yes, more than anything, please,” I tell him. “Give me your cum. I need it.”

“Feels like I’ve waited my whole life to meet you, Tris. You’re like a dream. I love being inside you. I’m ready. This is what I want. I want you, us, all of it. Whatever the future has in store, I want it all with you.”

My eyes brim with tears as he moves inside me, the sound of our skin meeting filling the room. The sweet, intoxicating scent of us hangs heavily in the air, intensifying with each push and thrust as he drives himself deeper and deeper. A big hand grips my hip, and I hope the bruises will be visible in the morning. His movements become unsteady as his orgasm finally overwhelms him, his cock pulsating as he releases with a deep, drawn-out moan. “Tristan.”

His hot cum inside me feels like a satisfying, warm meal. I’m full. At last, I’m full, the void inside me gone. Leaning back onto his chest, we both savour the aftermath of our passion, our bodies spent. Occasionally his cock twitches inside me, pulling small after-shocks from my body before he slips out. We lie there, as the darkness and the quiet envelop us like a comfortable blanket. Neither of us wants to move, but the urge to snuggle wins in the end. Turning over to face him, my lips brush against his in a soft, gentle kiss. Suddenly, uncertainty courses through me, and I squeeze my eyes closed.

“If this is a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up again,” I whisper. A strong arm snakes around me, pulling me close against a warm chest.

“Open your eyes, baby,” Dax murmurs against my lips. I shake my head. I don’t think I can. “Tris, baby,” he rasps, his voice heavy with emotion. “Don’t you dare disappear on me again. Not when I’ve just got you back. Open your eyes.”

Carefully, I blink my eyes open, his honest gaze meeting mine.

“I’m still here, my little fox, and I’m not going anywhere. Not ever. Now sleep, baby. Sleep. When you wake, I’ll be here.”

Fatigue finally pulls me under, and I’m now filled with a sense of calm. Right now, I feel like I have everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It’s hard to imagine life being much better than this.

The two of us, Dax and I. Me and Dax.

Just Us.