Page 28 of Dangerously Deceptive

As soon as she feels my wet digit touch her asshole, Shayla freezes. I slow my movements, allowing my dick to move painfully slow while I make my intentions clear. First I just swipe my finger around the rim, spitting and making sure it is wet enough, and despite holding unnaturally still, she doesn’t say anything. Then, as I slowly begin to move the tip of my finger against her asshole, Shayla cries out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. She hasn’t stopped me, but I can’t tell whether she wants it or not.

“Shayla, you know you can stop me at any time. Do you want this?” I ask.

Shayla turns her head from where she had her face buried into the bed cushion, helping to drown out her screams. I can’t look at her properly in this position, but maybe that’s a good thing.

“I want to try, but I’ve never had a good experience there. It’s only ever been painful. I guess the same as all of my experiences before I met you,” she jokes, but I still can’t laugh with her. My blood boils at the thought of people hurting her.

“I will start with my finger, get you nice and prepped. We don’t have to go any further at that point. We can take things slow.” My voice sounds almost alien to me. I know I’m trying to push away the pain I am feeling from having her pussy grip my cock like a glove, and the horrible sensation that I need to move. I’m also trying to be kind, but I come out sounding weird. Shay must be able to hear it, too, as she scoffs.

“I want all of you. I trust you,” her words cling to me, and I don't know what to think. I’m scared that I’m not enough for her, that she needs more than I can give. But more than anything, I’m terrified I’ll be just like every other man in her life and end up hurting her. She can obviously sense my hesitation. “Do it, Kellan. Don’t think, just fuck me.”

As soon as the words come out of her mouth, she slams her hips back, pushing the tip of my finger into her ass, and my cock deep into her pussy. Our moans dance together, filling the room in a beautiful symphony. It’s the shock I needed, and I don’t waste any more time.

Capitalising on her feeling of euphoria, I continue moving my cock slowly as I push my finger in farther. Once it is buried deep, that’s when I begin to start moving it in and out too, my finger and cock working in tandem. It’s not long until I feel her beginning to reach that peak again, and so this time when I pull my finger back, I pull it all the way out. Her cries of outrage hurt my ears as she begs for me to put it back in, and I’m only too happy to oblige. Only this time, I add a second finger with it. I know she feels the burn as both tips pass her ring, as she lets out a loud guttural moan. I give her time to adjust, but she doesn’t want any. She begins thrusting her hips for more, and I give her it.

The two fingers in her ass, that I keep scissoring to ensure she gets stretched fully, work in unison with my hard cock. She feels so incredibly tight with both her holes stuffed, but there’s no way I’m coming unless it’s in her asshole. So, when Shayla starts to fall apart again, her pussy clutching my cock like it’s desperate to never let go, I have to focus harder than I ever have before. I think about any and all things non-sex related, trying desperately not to focus on the way her pussy is milking my cock, and her asshole is gripping my fingers, while she cries out in the sexiest way. I deserve a fucking medal for not coming at that moment.

So, when Shayla starts to come down from her orgasm, I waste no time. “My turn,” I mumble before I pull my cock from her pussy. It’s dripping with her juices, which will make this a lot easier.

Pressing the tip of my rock-hard dick against her puckered asshole, I press gently, not wanting to cause her too much pain. She screams out, and not in a good way. I let go of her hair and use both hands to hold on to her hips, before giving her the advice she needs. “Push against me, Shay. It will make it easier to go at your own speed. If you want me to just stop, say ‘STOP’ very clearly and I will do so instantly.”

“Okay,” she breathes out before following my instructions. With a slight groan, she pushes against me, and almost half the shaft slides in with ease.

Fuck. I have never felt anything so tight.

I try to hold still, to give her room to adjust to my size, but ever the impatient one, she pushes back again until my entire cock is buried deep in her asshole, and we both can’t hold back our cries. I take a moment to relish how fucking fantastic it feels, but then I move. My cock thrusts in and out, increasing speed every time Shay demands I do.

It’s not long until I can feel that telltale tingling in my balls. The one that means no matter what I do this orgasm is happening. I want her to fall apart again at the same time, to say she came with my cock in her ass. So, I reach down, hooking my arm around the front of her body, and slip my finger along her slit. Once I’ve found her clit, I circle it a few times so that she knows my intentions, and it’s nice and wet. Then, as the speed of my thrusts increases into her asshole, I use my hand to stroke and rub at her clit. Before I know it, we are both falling apart, screaming each other's name, as we reach that peak together.

Collapsing into a pile, I pull Shay until her body is plastered against my side, her head resting on my chest. I try to control my breathing, to stop her head from bobbing up and down with each pant, but fuck that orgasm was intense. Probably one of the best I’ve ever had. I’ve never really felt the need to keep holding off before, desperate to let Shayla have all her experiences before I come. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a lazy lover. Every woman I fuck goes away satisfied, but I don’t think I’ve ever put off an orgasm to ensure we both experience more. That’s a new one for me, and clearly it works because that was intense.

“That was incredible,” Shay mumbles into my chest, clearly wanting to hide her embarrassment.

“Yeah, it really was.” There’s not much more for me to say. I can tell she wants to say something, so I just wait, giving her the space she needs until she can feel comfortable talking.

“One hell of a goodbye.” Now I know why she was plucking up the courage to speak. With the way her voice cracks at the end, it wouldn’t surprise me if she didn’t have tears in her eyes.

“Shayla…” My voice trails off, I want to find the right words to say. The ones that don’t give her any kind of false hope. But before I can find them, she cuts me off.

“Relax, Kellan. I heard you the other day when you said you didn’t want more. That you don’t do relationships. Besides, I have to go back to the Reapers for a month. I have no idea what I will have to do, or go through while I am there. I would never expect you to wait for me,” she says as she leans up to look at me, giving me a small, very fake smile.

There’s no denying the tears pooling in her eyes, and I can feel every nerve ending sizzling to life at the idea of her suffering at their hands for a month. That’s when it hits me. I do know what I want.

“Look, Shayla. I can’t make any big promises or grand gestures. I can only take each day one at a time. But, I know, no matter what happens while you are with the Reapers, I want to at least see where things could go. I’m sorry I can’t offer more, I just don’t think I am capable. But, if you want me, then in one month’s time, I will be standing outside that compound, waiting for you, and we will see what happens. If that’s not enough for you, I understand.” Her silence feels ominous, and I hate the fact that I can’t offer more. I know I like her, but I don’t believe in all this insta-love bullshit. I think it takes time to love someone, and the fact that I am willing to try and see where this leads is more than I’ve ever done before.

“Kellan, you would really wait for me?” she whispers, almost like if we talk aloud it might make it real. I confirm that’s exactly what I mean, and she continues, “I can’t guarantee during the next month that they won’t abuse me sexually, or make me have sex with people, like they do the other Sweetbutts. I would feel dirty, like I’m cheating on you.” This time she can’t hide the tears as I feel them hit my chest. She tries to wipe them away, but I can’t ignore them.

Pulling her face up until she is looking at me, I wipe away a few of the tears stuck on her cheeks before giving her a small smile. “I can’t deny that knowing I’m letting you go back in there, knowing they will most likely hurt you or do those kinds of things to you, is killing me. If I could find a way out of it, I would take it, no problem. But we don’t have a choice. You don’t have a choice. I know you don’t want any of those things, and they are being done to you against your will. So, when you do come back to me, I will be here to hold you and to help you heal every visible and invisible wound they have created. Of course I will look at you differently, but not in the way you think. All I will see is your incredible strength and bravery.”

My words hang in the silence, our eyes connected until the sobs racking her body become too much and all I can do is hold her. I know the thought of everything she has to face is terrifying, and I’m not much looking forward to it myself. But she is strong enough. I believe in her.

“So you promise to wait?” she eventually whispers. I didn't hesitate to press my lips softly against hers. It’s not a passionate, all-consuming kiss, but it tells her everything she needs to hear.

“You name a time and a place, and I will be there. Waiting to whisk you away. I will even show you where I live, and you can stay with me until you figure out what you want to do with your life.”

What the fuck? Did I just ask this girl to move in with me? I guess I don’t really have a choice. It’s not like she will have anywhere else to go. She will be leaving behind everything she has ever known. I can help her find her own two feet, and find her own identity. One step at a time.

“Travis’ Cafe, down the road from the compound. Ten in the morning, one month from tomorrow. Be there. I can’t wait to see where you live.” Her voice starts to perk up, and the tears are no longer filling in her eyes, although the ghosts still dance in the background, like they're just a step away from consuming her.

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