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Chapter 24

It wasthe smell of bacon that pulled me from my slumber. It had been more than a week since I'd given Dalton the string of numbers but after mulling over it for days, he hadn't had a clue as to what it meant. We'd even tried looking the numbers up on the internet but hadn't found anything. Dalton said it could have been some kind of code but if it was, we'd need a cipher to read it. I hadn't known what that was and truthfully, I hadn't cared. I'd been glad to get the information out of my head so I wouldn't have to keep wondering if it was important or not. Dalton and I had both chalked it up to Ivan's paranoia as whatever disease he'd been suffering from had continued to eat away at his brain.

So far, we'd been on the water for over a week. We hadn't returned to Dalton's house even once, which was fine by me. I loved his boat. I loved how snug but comfortable it was. I loved the expression on Dalton's face whenever we were cruising over the water. Chesapeake Bay was a much larger body of water than I ever could have imagined. Our days were spent fishing, which Dalton had called me a natural at, as well as finding private little islands where we could explore or just lie on the beach, preferably in our birthday suits.

I smiled to myself as I thought back to when Dalton had first told me those words. I'd asked him whose birthday it was, and did we really need to dress up in suits while we were lying on the beach. He'd laughed and proceeded to give me another one of his "lessons" and when it had all been over, I'd been sitting astride Dalton, rocking my ass against his dick until he'd come all over my hole. Only then had I stroked my own dick until I'd been arching my body and shooting my release all over Dalton. I'd been horrified at my behavior at first because Ivan had often done the same thing—intentionally covering my face in his cum—but like everything else, Dalton had proven the difference between a willing participant and an unwilling one. After that, I'd braced my hands in the sand next to his head and had proceeded to lick him clean, kissing him when my mouth was full of his juices. I'd felt his dick harden beneath my body as we'd made out, but he hadn't tried to push me into another sexual encounter.

I'd done that all on my own. By the time he'd rolled me onto my back and ground our dicks together until we'd both come at nearly the exact same time, I'd been on the verge of telling him I needed him inside of me.

Something had stayed my words, though.

It wasn't that I didn't trust Dalton because I did. So very much.

I was just afraid that if he took me like that, I wouldn't be able to please him. At one point, he'd suggested I take him, but that had scared me even more, especially when I'd learned it would be his first time bottoming, as he called it. The idea of hurting him had brought on a panic attack that left both Dalton and Sadie working together to bring me out of it.

We hadn't talked about full-on sex since then.

"Morning, beautiful," Dalton said when he saw that I was awake. He was wearing nothing but an apron. It said "kiss the cook" but when I'd cleared the sleep out of my eyes, I reread the phrase and realized an "o" had been swapped out for a "c."

I began laughing when Dalton innocently looked at me and asked if I wanted bacon or sausage.

"What?" he asked as he looked down at the apron. "Do you have any idea how much hot grease hurts when it hits your skin? Not to mention when it scalds your…?"

"Your what?" I managed to get out as I continued to laugh. "Your little gun and ammo? Your fishing pole and… little minnows?"

Dalton shut the burner off and moved the hot pans to the burners he hadn't been using. I knew I was in trouble, but I still couldn't stop laughing. The man before me, despite the ridiculous apron, was the real Dalton. It had been a couple weeks since he'd had the nerve block, but we hadn't talked about the decision he would need to make at some point. All we'd done was get to know each other.

Granted, that had been tough because our pasts hadn't provided that many good things to talk about and our future was uncertain, so we'd learned the small things about each other that might have otherwise gone unnoticed.

Like how detail-oriented Dalton was. Whether it came to cooking the fish we caught during the day or some mechanical issue on the boat that needed fixing, he was always meticulous about it. As for me, it turned out that despite having to always be perfect for Ivan, my true nature was anything but. The more I'd relaxed, the messier I'd become. I might have done a good job cleaning Dalton's house when I'd first gotten there, but that was because I'd been both bored and worried about not pleasing him.

Now when I left my clothes in a pile by the bed after undressing for the night, there were no disapproving looks, no threats of punishment. In fact, Dalton usually just tossed his clothes on top of mine and then at some point the next day he'd pick them up and neatly fold them. Dalton turned out to be a great cook and while I'd offered to do the dishes after each meal, he'd outright refused when he'd learned that I didn't like doing them. I'd ended up drying them, but we'd usually end up making out long before we'd finished the task.

Dalton loved talking about boats. Not only his but the ones we would pass as we explored the bay. I loved listening to him and wondered if there was still a chance for him to follow his dream of restoring old boats so they looked new again but still vintage, a term I hadn't understood until he had explained it to me.

When it came to me, Dalton had discovered I was very ticklish, something I hadn't known myself, and he would always manage to take advantage of that when I was least expecting it. Those moments often ended up with us making out too. There were few parts of the boat that hadn't been christened with our lovemaking. At one point, I'd been sitting on top of Dalton on the bench seat near the steering wheel. We'd both been stark naked and rutting against one another when a fishing boat had come dangerously close to ours. Neither of us had stopped until the boat had passed. We hadn't been able to stop.

I was starting to understand a tiny part of what it was like to be an addict. Dalton was my drug of choice.

As Dalton approached me, I climbed out of the bed. Sadie had already done her disappearing act so by the time we reached each other, we were both trying to desperately untie the knot he'd made too tight with the apron strings. Our mouths were latched on to one another and neither of us wanted to break the contact, so Dalton literally ripped the strings and then he was tugging the apron over his head. Since the move had forced us to stop kissing, I used the opportunity to push my briefs down and then, without needing to think about it, I was following them to the floor. I opened my mouth wide and sucked Dalton's hard cock to the back of my throat before the apron even hit the ground.

"Jesus, fuck!" Dalton exclaimed.

It was the first time I'd done this to him, though he'd done it to me often. Early on with Ivan, he'd always bragged to whoever would listen that his little cock slut was a natural at sucking dick.

I hadn't been a natural; I'd just been a terrified student afraid of making my teacher angry.

None of that mattered now, though.

Dalton was all that mattered.

"Silver, you don't—" he began to say only to have his words cut off when I pulled my mouth back, tonguing the heavy veins that ran along his shaft. When I pushed my mouth back down on him and ground my nose into the wiry hair at his groin, Dalton dropped forward so he could brace his hands on the side of the raised bed. There was a slight step that led up to the bed. That was what I was kneeling on, so it put me at eye level with his very hard, very thick dick. The mere idea of that part of his body pushing into mine scared me to death at the same time that something deep inside of me craved it.

"Like that," Dalton croaked. I shifted my eyes upward to see him watching me. Unbridled lust shone in his gaze. He was holding something back, though. I thought about the times he'd done this to me. I'd always started fucking his mouth the second his lips had closed around my sensitive flesh. Dalton was trying not to let his needs take over.

For my benefit.

He always gave, he never took.

That ended now.

I palmed Dalton's ass and began bobbing up and down on his slick dick, pausing only to lick and suck his balls. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back as I worked him over. His balls were drawn up tight, but he still refused to give in entirely. I remembered what he'd done when I'd ridden him on the rickety chair in his little kitchen a mere twenty-four hours after meeting him. The move had sent me over the edge.

I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and sucked gently, drinking down the pre-cum that continuously leaked from his tip. It was only when his body began to relax a little that I pulled him to the back of my throat and swallowed. Dalton let out a string of curses that I barely heard because I was too focused on making him lose control. I managed to discreetly suck the tip of my finger into my mouth so I could get it really wet. I resumed the steady up-and-down drags, sucking hard on the upward one. When I swallowed him back down, I pressed my finger against his hole.

"Silver, shit, fuck. I can't… Silver?—"

I knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell me I didn't have to do what I was doing and that he was close to losing control. I ignored his pleas and began massaging his hole. That was all it took for him to let out a snarl and then he was fucking my mouth.

Hard.

It should have horrified me.

Or at least scared me.

It didn't. I loved it. I loved hearing the sounds he made. I loved that I'd given him the right to do nothing but feel. I loved the taste of him flowing down my tongue and if I hadn't had my mouth stuffed full of cock, I most definitely would have explored the puckered flesh my finger was toying with.

"Silver, God, I'm going to?—"

My own dick was hard and bouncing against my abdomen, but I ignored it.

I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked hard even as Dalton began to fuck me harder. I wished I could have seen the picture we made together. I wished I could see his muscles flexed as he drove into me. I wanted to see the pleasure in his eyes as he chased his orgasm.

It wasn't until he reached down and curled his fingers in my hair to keep me from moving my mouth that I began to ease my finger inside of him. "I'm going to come!" Dalton shouted. He released my hair so he could grab the base of his dick, presumably so he could pull it free of my mouth.

No fucking way.

I took advantage of Dalton releasing me and dragged his ass toward me, forcing his cock down my throat. I still had the tip of one finger inside of him.

There was no stopping Dalton after that. He drove into me over and over. I swore I heard him apologizing but thankfully, he didn't stop what he was doing. When he shoved in as deep as he could go, I pushed my finger into him, collapsing the muscle that had been trying to keep me out.

Dalton shouted something I couldn't understand and then his cum was filling my mouth and sliding down my throat. Some of it escaped my mouth and dripped down my chin, but I kept sucking his hot dick and fucking his ass with my finger as his spunk kept coming. By the time Dalton's orgasm had started to ease, he was gently rocking in and out of me. I removed my finger from his ass and lapped at the remaining cum on his half-hard dick. When his flesh slipped free of my mouth, I knew my face was likely a mess of tears from fighting my gag reflex and his cum sticking to my lips, chin, and jawline. I was still hard as a rock, too.

Dalton pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply. No doubt he tasted himself, but he didn't seem to care. Our bodies were lined up from head to toe. We were both slick with sweat and hot to the touch, but neither of us seemed to notice. He kissed me languidly before he grabbed the backs of my thighs and easily lifted me. I locked my legs around his waist. I was fully expecting a fishermen's shower to ease my pained cock, but Dalton laid me down on the bed instead. He maneuvered us until my head was on the pillow. His fingers ran along my temple.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded gruffly. I knew he wasn't angry or disappointed. He wanted to give me what I'd given him.

I opened my mouth to tell him it wasn't necessary but then clamped it shut again. There was something I wanted; I just didn't know how to ask for it. I pulled Dalton's head down so he'd kiss me again. "I want you inside me," I breathed. That was the easy part to say. The next part, not so much. "But I want you to promise to stop?—"

"Baby, I swear on everything I am that one word and it stops. It all stops." Dalton kissed me sweetly. "Don't you know, Silver?" he asked when he lifted his head again.

I shook my head in confusion because I had no idea what he was asking me.

"We became one from the moment we met. Two halves finally becoming whole. Hurting you, frightening you, taking your power from you—I would never survive it. I can't go back to being just half anymore. I know I come with a shit ton of baggage, but?—"

I kissed him hard to shut him up because his words were killing me. The second I'd been released from captivity, all I'd wanted was to figure out how to start a new life… how to survive it. I didn't need to do that with Dalton. With him, I was allowed to live life. He'd given that to me, and I'd given the same to him.

"We're one in the heart, Dalton. I want us to be one in every other way possible," I managed to say. Thankfully, he captured my lips and made speaking no longer necessary. I could feel his dick hardening against me.

I wasn't the least bit nervous as he began to make love to my body with his mouth like he had so many times before. My still-hard dick was painfully sensitive, but I knew if he touched it, or if I did, for that matter, there'd be no time to truly make love. Dalton seemed to sense the same thing because he avoided touching me in any kind of way that would have me going off like a firecracker.

Once his mouth finished making a complete pass over my body, Dalton paused and held my eyes. I was certain he was going to ask me if I was sure, but instead he said, "Do you remember what I was telling you about properly preparing a lover?"

I nodded. He'd explained what lubricant was, as well as condoms, neither of which I'd known about during my time with Ivan. Prior to leaving the hospital after the nerve block, Dalton had asked me if it was okay if Ronan looked me over to make sure there were no lingering injuries from Ivan's beating or Dalton's inadvertent attack the morning I'd woken him from his nightmare. I'd agreed and while he'd given me a clean bill of health, Ronan had patiently explained about the diseases that could pass between partners if they didn't protect themselves and each other. He hadn't gone into detail about condoms and such, but he had asked if, in addition to blood he'd drawn for standard lab tests, he could also submit some of the blood to be tested for any of those diseases. I'd tested negative on everything, and during my gay sex 101 lessons, Dalton had said he'd tested negative as well.

"No condoms," I blurted.

Dalton smiled that sweet, patient smile of his that I'd never get tired of.

"No condoms," he agreed. "But we do need to use the lubricant."

The whole discussion had cooled my jets a bit but, at the same time, it reminded me where I was and who I was with. Ivan hadn't given a shit about hurting me. He'd thrived on it. Dalton, on the other hand, only wanted me to feel good. He wanted to show me he loved me, not just tell me.

"Yes," I said with a nod. Dalton reached above my head to grab a tube from a little cabinet above my head. He didn't open it, though; he just set it aside. Then his mouth was on mine, and he began fanning the flames of need until I was squirming beneath him. I could feel pre-cum on my abdomen, but I didn't know if it was mine or his since his hard dick was sliding against mine.

When he reached for the lube, I sucked in a breath and then began to roll over. Dalton caught my hips and stopped me.

"I thought you wanted…" I couldn't finish the statement because I was too busy wondering what I'd done wrong to make him not want me anymore. Shame curled through me as I tried to push Dalton off me.

"Silver, remember you can say that special word at any time, but do it for the right reasons, okay?"

I paused in my struggles. Dalton didn't seem angry or frustrated.

So maybe I hadn't messed things up.

Dalton settled his weight back down on me and murmured, "Seems I left something out of my gay sex teachings." He stroked different parts of my face. "Men, and women for that matter, can have sex in all kinds of positions. I probably don't even know what they all are but the top few that come to mind are from behind, which is the one I'm guessing you already know about. But they can also make love facing each other. You remember what we did on the beach?" he asked.

I could feel myself blushing.

"And on the seat up there behind the steering wheel," he said with a grin.

"Okay, I got it," I said before giving him a light shove.

Dalton chuckled before his face became serious again. "Someday I'll want to try all kinds of new positions with you, Silver. Right now, though, I want to see you as I make love to you."

I managed a nod but nothing more. I loved the idea of being able to see Dalton's face while he was touching me. I shivered in a not-so-good way when I suddenly realized that he might like putting his hands around my throat while he?—

"Talk to me, sweetheart. I can see the wheels in your head spinning."

I wanted to cry because I'd wanted all of this to be over now. I wanted to know I could stand it when Dalton put himself inside of me. I wanted to know if it would feel like Ivan or worse. Would Dalton not be Dalton anymore once he was inside of me?

"Silver—"

"Ivan liked to put his hands around my throat when he… it made it hard to breathe."

My blunt statement had definitely caught Dalton off guard. "I mean, you can still do it if you want, but maybe not so hard?—"

"I know that piece of shit is the only thing you have to compare me against, but even if I did like rough sex, it would be have to be something I and the man I was with were both into. I'm not into getting off on making someone else feel pain. And you're not just someone. You're the man who owns my heart." He paused before adding, "You remember when you were on your knees a few minutes ago?"

God, I had to be blushing to the roots of my hair. Thankfully, Dalton didn't wait for me to answer the obvious question.

"You could tell I was holding back, right?"

I nodded.

"Why was I doing that?" Dalton asked.

I sighed because I was already making the connection. "Because you were worried about hurting me," I responded.

"And what did you do?—"

I kissed Dalton hard to silence him. By the time I was done consuming his mouth, he seemed to have forgotten what we were talking about because he kept trying to deepen every kiss he laid on my mouth after that. I grabbed his face and said, "I'm a good student, Dalton. But I think a physical demonstration might be called for."

Dalton laughed and then his mouth was on mine again. He had me worked up in a matter of minutes. This time when he went for the lube, I was impatient instead of nervous. I felt needy, empty. Dalton had moved so he was sitting back on his heels, and I missed his weight. I was expecting him to just push his finger inside of me, but instead, he dropped his head and licked his tongue slowly up my hard shaft. I closed my eyes as sensation washed over me. He kept teasing me even as his cool, sticky finger began massaging my hole. Between his finger and his mouth, I felt like I was going up in flames.

"Hurry, Dalton," I groaned because I knew I wasn't going to last.

"I've got you, sweetheart," Dalton murmured, his warm breath washing over my cock. He began sucking on the tip of my dick. I was lifting my hips, trying to get him to take more of me in his mouth, when I felt pressure against my hole. Even if I'd wanted to freeze up, I couldn't have. I was too far gone.

Dalton must have realized how close to coming I was because he kept up the pressure on my hole but covered my body with his and began kissing me. Light, teasing kisses that kept me distracted long enough for his finger to push into me, inch by unbearable inch. There was pain as his digit stretched me, but it was nothing like I'd expected. When I felt his knuckle reach my hole, I wasn't sure what was coming next. I had my answer soon enough.

Dalton slowly pulled his finger back before gently pushing it inside again. Every time he did it, there was less pain and more of something else.

I wanted more.

He began pumping his finger in and out of me as his mouth explored my own. It was hard to kiss him back when it seemed like every cell in my body was focused on his finger. When he added a second finger, once again moving slowly, I grabbed his forearms. That definitely hurt.

"Okay?" Dalton asked. He seemed to be breathing harder than me. It had never occurred to me how the pace would be affecting him. His cock was heavy and hard against my groin and his body was slick with sweat.

I nodded because I was too focused on my breathing to speak any actual words.

It seemed to take forever until both fingers were buried deep inside of me. The pain once again switched to that other weird sensation that didn't hurt at all. Dalton's fingers glided in and out of me. I was about to tell him I was ready for more when his finger hit something inside me that would have had me launching off the bed if his weight hadn't been holding me down.

God, Dalton hadn't explained whatever the hell that had been.

I was panting by the time he pulled his fingers free and placed the tip of his dick against my hole. My opening felt stretched wide long before Dalton began to push into me. As before, every time he moved forward, a flash of pain hit me, but it stopped once the outer muscle that had been trying to keep him out gave way.

"Fuck," Dalton growled against my neck. "So tight."

I curled my fingernails into Dalton's skin as my body stretched to accommodate him. "More," I ordered because there was no pain anymore. Just that empty feeling.

Dalton's palm slipped beneath my ass so he could angle my hips differently and then he was pushing forward again. I felt the moment his balls met my skin.

He was inside me. Deeply, completely.

And I still wanted more.

Heat and sparks tore through me when Dalton pulled out of me and then eased back inside. The more he did it, the more something inside of me began to burn in a good way.

A very good way.

It was the same burn I'd felt every other time he'd made me come, but this one felt a thousand times brighter… and stronger. Love rocked me to my core as Dalton continued to handle me with kid gloves. His forehead was pressed against mine as he slowly slid in and out of me. I was too breathless to tell him I was good, so I did what I'd done when he'd been fucking my mouth. I placed my palms on his ass and urged him forward.

The signal was all he needed. He began plunging in and out of me. His dick against my inner muscles had me crying out in delight every time he pulled back and shoved forward. Words ceased to exist as we both lost control. I locked my ankles around the lower part of his ass and thrust my hips up with every one of his forward lunges. When he pulled out, I squeezed my muscles around his dick to increase the friction as well as try to keep him inside me.

My dick was mashed between our bodies but the sensation of Dalton's rock-hard muscles cradling my shaft was driving me just as high as his cock plunging in and out of my ass. The coil of need inside of me was so tight I was afraid of what it would feel like if and when it snapped. I didn't have to question it for long because Dalton's big body was rocking into mine so hard, he was lifting my ass off the bed on his own. I felt him shift his weight just a little and then he was hitting that spot inside my body again. The sensation of his hard dick sliding over the spot was too much to bear. I began coming before I could even warn him and when that band inside me did snap, everything but Dalton ceased to exist.

"Yes," Dalton whispered against my mouth as I cried out in relief. "So fucking beautiful," he added as he punched his hips against mine a few more times, drawing out my orgasm. Then he was shouting in my ear and his teeth closed over my shoulder. It felt raw, primitive. Like he was marking me as his own.

His release hitting my insides sparked one violent aftershock after another. All I could do was cling to Dalton as he clung to me. Our bodies had taken over and we were under their thrall for what seemed like hours.

When Dalton finally collapsed all of his weight onto me, I relished it. His dick was still hard inside me, and I was glad that he kept it there. His mouth was on mine even as we both continued to catch our breath. Our bodies shook with every occasional tremor that hit us. When his dick finally slipped free of my body, I reveled in the knowledge that making love, fucking, whatever I wanted to call it, was wonderful with the right person. I was already looking forward to my next lesson. Even as my body naturally expelled Dalton's semen, I knew he'd marked me as much inside as he had outside.

"Dalton," I breathed after what seemed like hours.

"Mmmm?" was the response I got. I smiled because I liked knowing I'd done that to him.

"Sausage," I said on a sigh.

"Huh?" my exhausted man mumbled.

"For breakfast. You asked me if I wanted bacon or sausage. I mean, I love bacon and all that, but I think I'm going to have sausage from now on. Lots and lots of sausage. Maybe even for every meal?—"

I was rewarded with a hard kiss. Dalton's eyes shone with light. "I think I can do something about that," he said with a grin.

"I thought you might. Now let's go take a shower."

Dalton groaned. "Okay, but this time you need to carry me; otherwise, I'm gonna need a minute here."

I laughed. "I can wait," I responded as I snuggled up against him.

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