— Dain Aetos x Sloane Mairi
Summary: Sloane gets princess treatment.
Gods… when he pulls his boxer briefs down, I practically choke on air. He’s huge. Not just “oh this’ll be a tight squeeze” big but “anything more than the tip will send me into intensive care” big.
How am I going to fit all that inside of me? Even with the muscle I’ve put on since joining the Riders Quadrant, I’m still on the petite side. There’s no fucking way—
Dain’s hand comes up to cup the side of my face and I lean into it.
“Reading my memories?” I joke, but the feeling of his warm fingertips against my skin instantly relaxes me.
Dain smiles softly. It’s so rare that he does, and I feel a wave of happy, fuzzy, nameless emotions that I am the one who gets to see it.
“Don’t need to. I know exactly what’s on your mind. Your eyes nearly popped out of your head.” His chuckle vibrates against my skull as he presses a kiss to my temple.
“Can you blame me?! Where have you been hiding that thing, Aetos?” I glance beyween us, feeling absolutely fucking giddy. Not only is he massive, but his dick is so pretty. Some guys have the misfortune of being less-than-aesthetically-pleasing once the clothes come off but Dain is… godly.
Without thinking, I sink to my knees on the carpet. I want him in my mouth and I want him in my mouth now.
But before I have the pleasure, Dain grips my arms and hauls me back up to my feet. He goes a step further by placing his hands beneath my bare ass and lifting me up. Instinctually, my ankles lock around the small of his back. We fit perfectly.
“Shh… I know you want to suck my cock, sweetheart. And you can if you really want to… another time. Gods know I can’t say no to you. But for tonight, you’re going to lay back,” Dain punctuates his words by leaning me back against the pillows. He rakes a hand through the ends of my hair and fans it out on either side of my head. “And you relax while I take care of you. I’m going to make you come on my tongue and then I’m going to fuck you without a single hair out of place.”
Dain Aetos keeps his promises. We’re going on seven. Seven orgasms. Seven. Seven times he brought me to the brink with his tongue or his fingers.
I’m exhausted in the best way. My entire body is vibrating and I’m delirious with pleasure. Practically comatose when Dain finally slips inside me.
I lie back and let my senses overwhelm me. The cool silk of the sheets. The cotton pillow my head rests upon. Dain’s rock hard body against mine. It’s perfection. It’s bliss.
He swallows my pathetic noises with bruising kisses. I still cannot believe it. Dain lives to serve me. Gods forbid I even try to lift a finger in his presence.
“When am I going to get… to, um?”
“Cat got your tongue, baby?”
I meekly swat at his chest. My brain is all frazzled. All I can focus on is Dain. Nothing exists outside of our joined bodies.
“I’ll tell you a secret.” He whispers against my jaw. “I get off on getting you off…”
My stomach does a series of flips and I inadvertently clench, which makes Dain chuckle wickedly.
“You just lay back and relax, sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me and watch me fuck you to sleep.”
I watch Dain sink into me over and over. I hardly even blink. I don’t want to miss the way his fingers and his dick work in tandem, bringing me all the way to the edge but then pulling back to prolong my pleasure.
Sweat is beading down my hairline and I don’t even know how long we’ve been going at it. When we finally decided that tonight would be the night, I hardly expected that I would be the star of the show. My very minimal experience has always been 50/50 (if that). But Dain… he treats me like royalty.
“Can I—“ Dain moans into my shoulder but I know exactly what he needs.
“Yes, baby. Please.” I grab at the hair on the back of his head and I can tell by the stilted rhythm of his hips that he’s close. I want him spilling inside of me.
When we finally cum, we cum in tandem. I swear there are stars on the ceiling. Maybe Dain fucked me so good that we spontaneously combusted and our corporeal forms transmuted into stardust.
“Dain…” I stroke at the stubble along his jaw. “You know, you didn’t have to do that. We could have found something for you too.”
Dain laughs like something’s funny.
“Sloane… That was for me. What we just did was entirely to satiate my selfish needs. I’ve dreamt of pinning you down and fucking you senseless for months. I want you all to myself all of the time. If I could lock you in here and keep you just for me, naked and wet and pliable, I would.”
My cheeks turn beet red and I’m not sure what to say.
Dain presses kisses to each of my blushing cheeks and pats the soft skin of my stomach.
“I am obsessed with you, Sloane Mairi. I will take whatever you give me. I will strive to be worthy of you and mend all my fuck ups because trust me, there will be plenty. But every move I make will be in service of you. Whatever you want, it’s yours. I am yours.”
I lean my head up to kiss him because I don’t want to cry. It feels perfect. Too perfect. And yeah. maybe there will be fuck ups. On both our ends. But right now, I’ve just cum harder than I have in my life and my heart feels like it’s going to burst.
I can’t tell Dain I love him. Not yet. But I’m damn sure he loves me. He’s done everything and then some to prove it.
Dain touches his forehead to mine.
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