Break My Shell Page 2

  He cowered from the sheer power of Max’s gaze. Even in the sparse light it shone with the most intense of browns, pinning Dayton in place no less effectively than physical force. Dayton had always considered Max a handsome man, but from up close, with the little crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes and the scar on his cheek above the dark beard, the imperfections only made him more imposing, more real. In both the best and the worst of ways.

  Max caught his gaze and smirked. “I’m getting hot just lookin’ at what’s on offer.” He reached back, and even though for a moment he stopped holding Dayton down at all, the view he uncovered when he pulled off his T-shirt was enough to keep Dayton in place.

  Max’s body was even more sculpted than back in his boxing days. A wall of muscle and ink, with the largest tattoo reaching from shoulder to shoulder, a skull of a longhorn bull.

  Dayton shifted his hips against the wood in front of him, and moaned when his cock rubbed against the edge of the desktop. Max was such a magnificent man, even if deadly and ruthless. Would Dayton’s fantasies be as good in real life as they were on paper? The last time he had made an attempt to satisfy those cravings, the experience had burned him so severely that Max’s presence made him cower in anticipation of a blow.

  “That’s it, slutboy, arch that ass against me, ‘cause you’ll be riding my cock soon.” Max’s lustful gaze became so intense Dayton couldn’t bear it anymore and turned his head away, but that only meant he met Max’s stare in the mugshot on the corkboard. There was no way to run, was there?

  Max’s hands unbuckling Dayton’s belt answered that question for him. He couldn’t comprehend how he could be the object of such intense lust. Even if Max had extensively written to Dayton about all the despicable ways in which he’d love to fuck him, Dayton didn’t think things would actually get this heated in real life. Even if they actually met. Everything Max had told him, Dayton always took with a grain of salt, as musings of a man trapped with a limited pool of potential partners.

  Dayton always considered himself a very average, insignificant guy, with the only thing setting him apart from the crowd being the orange hue on his head—something he did not feel confident about either. And yet, throughout the years he’d stupidly maneuvered a convict into such a frenzy he came here all the way from Texas, just to have a taste of him. It seemed Dayton would never learn that playing with fire ended with burns.

  “Fuck yes,” Max hissed when he roughly pulled down Dayton’s pants along with his briefs, all the way down to his knees. “That’s one cute ass. That hole hungry for cock yet?” He laughed and kneaded Dayton’s buttocks without even a hint of shyness.

  Dayton shrieked and pulled his thighs together, burning from the humiliation of being exposed this way. Hardly anyone had ever seen him naked like this, so vulnerable and bare with all the imperfections that had built up on his pale skin over the years. Like that ugly scar remaining from the appendix surgery, or the weird dip at the front of his knee, and oh, all the freckles he’d never told Max about when describing his body.

  He was so hot he might spontaneously combust any second.

  But then Max forcibly parted the buttocks that Dayton was so desperately trying to keep together, and it did feel as if something in Dayton caught fire. He just wasn’t sure if it was because he was dying of embarrassment, or because his cock and balls were getting so heavy he couldn’t think straight anymore.

  “I bet you’ll be so tight on my dick. I’ll have to go slow so the fun isn’t over too soon. Guys probably form a line every day to fill that ass.” The gentle touch to Dayton’s pucker made him shudder and moan.

  He shook his head rapidly, trying to communicate one sentence over and over. Let me go. But there was no denying that as much as he wanted to escape the humiliation of being handled like a piece of meat, no one’s touch had ever given Dayton the kind of shivers that were trailing all over his skin now—inside and out.

  If Max decided it was a good idea to show up at his home unannounced and go through with this dark fantasy, then how could he understand whether Dayton’s moans and head-shaking weren’t part of the act? After all, in the home invasion scenario Dayton had written to Max about, the victim wasn’t willing. He was bound and used however the assailant wished.

  “No?” Max asked, leaning down to lick Dayton’s ear, but followed it with a laugh. “Do you think I care? I’ll plow your ass raw if I want to.”

  Dayton closed his eyes. That last sentence had been taken straight from his letter.

  So, that was settled. At least Dayton would not be murdered or cut up tonight. But that did not mean he was willing. What was Max thinking? Even back when Dayton had described this scene, he hadn’t thought about actually putting it into practice. Now, his own fantasy was being forced on him, and it was both delicious and fucked up.

  At least Max had a mind of his own, because in the fantasy, the victim got raped with no lube to ease the pain, and when Max’s fingers returned to teasing Dayton’s hole, they were slippery. With Max’s chest against his back, separated only by Dayton’s cuffed arms, he sensed the furious heartbeat of the man on top of him. He also felt just how hard the muscles of Max’s chest were, and he couldn’t help himself. He unclenched the hands that had been curled into fists to feel the ridges of Max’s abs.

  “I would have invited friends if I knew how pliant your ass would be,” Max groaned as he slid a slick thumb into Dayton, all the way up to the knuckle.

  Dayton tensed, clamping down on the digit, his body getting so sweaty all of a sudden, he could taste the salt on his upper lip. He shook his head again, bucking and forcing his thighs together, but it was no use with Max already in. And once he was in, he would not stop until he took his pleasure. Until he fucked Dayton so hard he’d just slump to the floor afterwards. The invader would leave him like that, violated for all the world to see.

  “I hope you squeeze your hole like that over my dick, pretty boy.” Max rubbed his forehead against Dayton’s nape, tickling it with his beard as the finger inside of Dayton went in and out at a furious pace, making him grunt and moan. With Max’s size and strength, it felt as if Dayton was about to get mounted by a bull in heat. But instead of shifting away, Dayton desperately panted through his nose as his whole groin, including his asshole, throbbed in invitation.

  Max’s thumb pulled out of him with a loud, embarrassing pop, but before Dayton could get over the shame of such a noise, Max invaded him again, sliding in two fingers this time, all the way to the knuckles. He just let them sit there and slapped Dayton’s ass so hard Dayton bucked his hips, pushing at the thick, tattooed knuckles.

  “That’s right. Show me how eager you are.” Max laughed and gave Dayton’s ass another slap, but then he forced Dayton’s thighs open and reached between them to grab Dayton’s cock, brushing his hand against the heavy balls as well. “Dripping with cum already.”

  It was as if reality and fantasy melted over Dayton, and he let out a sob, whining into the gag when he found that he could not force Max out, even if he tried to do so with all his strength. The struggle ended up with aching thigh muscles, and in the end he gave up, spreading for the home invader who was about to fuck him brainless.

  There was a sharp sound, and Max pulled out his fingers, leaving Dayton’s exposed hole to freeze in the air that felt so unbearably cool against hot, wet flesh.

  “I’ve been waiting so long for this…” Max groaned and the clang of a belt buckle told Dayton exactly what was coming. Technically, maybe he could have struggled harder? Tried to alert someone? But a part of him wanted to know what it was like to get fucked by Max.

  He couldn’t even bring himself to worry about the condom when Max grabbed the back of his head, pushing it against the table with enough force for Dayton to feel squashed, yet not enough to cause pain.

  Then, something wide and slick—oh, Max’s cock—pushed apart Dayton’s buttocks, and by the time the prick shoved its way into him, Dayton’s muscles gave up on resisti
ng and allowed Max to dive right in, all the way to his balls.

  Max’s low groan resonated from Dayton’s ear to his hard cock, which was already dripping with precum. “You like that, dirty boy?” The whisper made Dayton’s insides melt. “You like a dick up your ass, don’t you? You’ll milk me dry with that hungry hole of yours.”

  Max’s weight itself was making Dayton float in a mind space somewhere away from reality. He could hardly believe it was happening, that it wasn’t just a wet dream. It felt much too visceral for that. He could feel the throbbing of the thick cock inside of him and knew what awaited him next.

  Max grabbed his hip with one hand and pulled almost all the way out in one smooth motion. Dayton whimpered as time passed with his insides so empty, but Max pushed back inside him as soon as Daytion’s attention slipped. The power behind the thrust had Dayton climbing to his toes in helpless pleasure.

  “Like that?” Max drawled, and pulled his hips away again, only to slam his cock back in. “How about this?” The tickle of his beard was back on Dayton’s nape, along with Max’s nose trailing close by.

  Dayton screamed into the gag and rubbed his cheek in the dampness that must have been his own saliva. Spreading his thighs wider in a moment of forgetfulness, he accepted the incoming thrusts, bearing down against each one and twisting under Max’s weight. Stars and bright colors danced underneath his eyelids, shame creeping somewhere to the back of his mind when it became increasingly clear he could not escape the rough, obscene fucking.

  Just like in his fantasy. He could give into the pleasure of it, knowing that the man on top of him wouldn’t actually hurt him. At least Dayton hoped so.

  Max trailed his hand from Dayton’s hip, to his side, then under his body to grope Dayton’s pec. His arm was so deliciously firm Dayton had no qualms about just laying on top of it and enjoying how it felt against his skin. His brain wasn’t functioning properly anymore, unable to focus on any time other than the present, in which Max was fucking him with increasing viciousness. But between the lube and just how eager Dayton was to take that cock, it didn’t hurt.

  Still, Dayton could feel the force of that powerful body driving the thick cock into him, as if it were a sledgehammer, about to ruin his ass and leave it gaping after the abuse. He whined when Max’s his palm smoothed down his back, so softly in comparison to the brutal fuck. With his prostate nailed over and over, it felt as if his balls were overripe, ready to burst with their juices.

  In perfect sync, Max let out a deep moan against Dayton’s neck and licked it. “I’m gonna come in your tight ass, and you’ll take my spunk like the cock-hungry slut you are.” His thrusts became frantic, and the feeling of Max’s sweat on his skin, Max’s pubes against his ass, sent Dayton into another state of consciousness altogether.

  Dayton curled his shoulders in shame. He should not be turned on by such vulgar words, he should not love being Max’s bitch as much as he did, but he could not help it. As if something deeply ingrained in him craved the humiliation and the pain that came with it.

  He cried out when Max’s hand curled around his cock, and he did not need much else, coming almost instantly at the mercy of his tormentor. His hips bucked of their own accord, riding Max’s dick.

  “Oh, fuck yes!” Max hissed when Dayton’s muscles clamped down on his cock, and Dayton could sense every shiver of Max’s body with the way he stilled on top like a sated beast, panting frantically. Max came inside of him and took his time coating Dayton’s insides with his cum. The bite to Dayton’s nape only enhanced the animalistic pleasure of his own orgasm, of being taken.

  Dayton let himself just lie there like a used napkin. Oh, how he loved that comparison. There was something so viscerally degrading about being used and discarded for someone else’s pleasure.

  He would not wish for it to happen, of course, but in this transcendent moment between the realm of his darkest fantasies and the reality of Max’s weight and the smell of his sweat, Dayton allowed himself to savor that image.

  Max’s cock was still throbbing inside of Dayton when he slowly pulled out, leaving Dayton feeling swollen and abused, yet sated as never before. Only in the come down after his orgasm was his mind slowly picking up the pieces from the chaos it’d been thrown into.

  Would Max leave him like this? Would he have come all the way to Montana to recreate this sexual fantasy, and… and what? Why was he out of prison?

  But instead of backing away, Max wrapped his other arm around Dayton too, and kissed the place he’d just bitten. “Fuck, that was so hot, babe.”

  Chapter 2

  Dayton stiffened, taken out of his dirty fantasies and dragged into the light. Max’s beard rubbed him gently, and the man himself trailed soft kisses down Dayton’s back. This was far too domestic, far too real for Dayton to drift off into the sweet realm of fantasy. And yet the heat of that strong body, not turning against him this time, was such an easy thing to savor. If he could melt and be absorbed by Max, somehow become a part of him, he’d have done so without thinking twice.

  He almost protested when Max finally pulled away, but the thick bundle of tissues sliding between his buttocks sent Dayton’s panic sensors into alarm mode once more. Even Cinnamon, that traitor, was of no help, as he escaped out the window with a meow. It made Dayton frown. Had the little bastard been watching them the whole time?

  Clothing rustled behind Dayton, and even though he’d just been fucked, it was only now that he was beginning to feel all too exposed once again.

  “Your cat’s cute,” Max said in that low, sexy voice Dayton had listened to on his computer when watching fragments of past news reports. For a moment, Dayton thought the world had turned upside down, but then he realized Max had picked him up, only to carry him to bed. They rolled onto the mattress, into the clean sheets covered by a warm throw.

  Dayton hid his face between the fragrant pectoral muscles, too afraid to look into the face of a man who knew his most intimate secrets. He was so ashamed he wished he could just die here and now, and the uncertainty of what was going to happen from now on made him curl up against the safety of Max’s warmth.

  “Oh, yeah, right,” Max said and reached round to the back of Dayton’s head to unbuckle the gag.

  Dayton kind of wished he hadn’t, because now that he could actually speak, he had no idea what to say. His pants were still down, his hands cuffed, and his ass throbbed from the fucking and the slaps. And yet just thinking about what had just happened made him want to rewind the clock and do it all over again.

  His jaw felt slack and too wide when the ball was pulled out, lips and chin wet with saliva, as if he were a little kid who didn’t yet know how he was supposed to eat. Paralysed by Max’s proximity, he stayed still, hoping this would all blow over somehow. That Max would let his hands go and leave, satisfied after blowing his load.

  But Max wouldn’t let Dayton hide his face against his chest for long and pulled away enough to look into Dayton’s eyes, his gaze still scorching with the same intensity. “So? Was it everything you wanted? Did I freak you out enough at the start? Or would you rather have not known it was me? I wasn’t sure…” He frowned slightly, and under the onslaught of questions, Dayton felt like bacteria under the microscope, completely out of his element.

  Breathe, he told himself, inhaling a big gulp of air and holding it in for so long his lungs ached. “I— What? Why are you here? Your sentence—” he uttered, stumbling on words.

  Max took a deep breath and reached behind Dayton’s back to uncuff him, embracing him in the process. “My sentence got annulled. We appealed—me and my lawyer—and... the verdict was not guilty. They decided that I had actually been defending myself. I didn’t want to tell you about it in case it fell through or took many more years. And then… I figured I’d surprise you.” He gave Dayton a lust-filled grin, which only reminded Dayton of how naked and full of spunk he was.

  “Oh.” Dayton didn’t even know where to look, because whenever his gaze met Max
’s handsome face, nerves curled around his stomach like barbed wire. “That’s... amazing. You must be so thrilled,” he said, already knowing it came out flat.

  Max laid on his back with a huge smile on his face, and Dayton’s gaze drifted to the pronounced muscles of his stomach. Max had not wasted time in prison.

  “Yeah, first thing I did was buy a bus ticket to Montana.”

  Dayton was still gasping for air but made use of his newly freed hands and pulled up the throw, covering his hips. Oh, God, would he feel Max’s cum coming out? He couldn’t afford to stain the throw, because it was dry-clean only! “So, you came here all the way from Texas?” he asked in disbelief, and his heart drummed regardless of his best intentions. This was completely nuts! Who did things like that?

  Max licked his lips with a lazy smile, his short dark hair slightly out of order. “Yeah, babe. But I visited a barber first.”

  Dayton gave a slow nod, his eyes drawn to the perfectly trimmed facial hair. “It’s... impressive work.”

  Max frowned slightly but stroked Dayton’s face. “You’re so much more than I imagined. You’re so… freckly.”

  Dayton stiffened, and looked away, sensing a bout of nausea coming his way. “I— I kind of have more of them now than I used to when we started talking,” he lied, increasingly self-conscious by the second. Max would now see all the lies and half-truths Dayton had fed him. Living in the hotel he worked at, poor, overworked, and with only a cat to keep him company, Dayton was a pathetic human being, not worthy of a man like Max. “So... you really had no sex in there? I mean, it was three years,” he whimpered, feeling as if the itch in his anus could be broken tissue that would provide an easy target for all kinds of STDs. Not that Max looked unclean, or anything, but those things couldn’t be seen with the naked eye.