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Athena
I’ve finally let Cayde fuck me.
It’s almost hard to believe. I’d fought him off for so long. It was all for show in the beginning, all the game that I was supposed to be playing, begging him and going down on my knees for him. But when he nudged up against me, when I finally felt the hot, velvet, wet head of his cock pressing against my inner folds and knew he was about to thrust into me for the first time, I knew at that moment that it was more than a game.
I wanted it. I wanted him inside of me. Whatever dark part of me gives in to Dean wanted to give in to him too, but for a different reason. Not just because he knew how to play me like an instrument, how to turn me on and make me want things I never dreamed of, but because at that moment, I looked into his eyes and saw the culmination of the fight that we’ve been having for so long. Something clicked inside of me, and I knew it was the right thing, now, at last.
I know there’s more to Cayde that he’s not telling me—I’ve known since I saw those scars on his back. I know that’s why he’s not taking off his shirt now, in front of everyone in this room. I know that he’s plagued by demons he won’t tell anyone about—maybe not even himself—and for once, we’re on the same side. We want the same thing.
And I want him. I want our fight to end. There’s a bigger fight now, and I’m done with the game Cayde and I have been playing all this time. I have my own game to play, my own war to win.
So when I told Cayde to do it, I meant it.
I just hadn’t realized it would be so fucking good.
I’d thought Dean and Jaxon were big, and I’d known how big Cayde was, how thick—I’ve had him in my hands and my mouth—but I couldn’t have fathomed how he’d feel in my pussy, how he’d stretch me, fill me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I dimly remembered that he was planning to take me everywhere, and that sent a tremor of fear down my spine, but I pushed it away, focusing on the now, on the pleasure of him pressing into me, thrusting, taking me for the first time. Ruining all Dean’s plans. Wrecking the whole fucking game.
Seeing Winter freaking out was just the icing on the cake, the cherry on top.
When I kissed him, I meant it. When I started to grind against him, fucking him back, I meant it. And it was so fucking good. The boys taking what they wanted for me was always its own kind of pleasure. Still, nothing can compare to letting myself go, to giving myself over to it and wanting it, surrendering, letting myself feel all of it without fighting.
I could feel something change in Cayde, too, as I gave myself over to it, something loosening in him, his cruelty fading away in the simple pleasure of being inside of me, wrapped around each other, and the room and the crowd all faded away for me, just a dull roar of noise as I lost myself in the pleasure of sex with Cayde for the first time. I hadn’t thought I would enjoy it this much, but I was. I could hear Dean yelling and struggling in the background, caught a glimpse of his angry expression, but it couldn’t stop the surge of pleasure—and I thought nothing could. Especially not after I came hard on Cayde’s cock, the orgasm that I’d been fighting for so long finally crashing over me, making me feel as if I were coming apart at the seams with ecstasy.
At least, until I saw the look on Jaxon’s face.
I caught one glimpse of it as Cayde thrust into me, and for a moment, I felt something splinter inside my chest, as if my heart were actually breaking. I’d never seen such hurt on his face before. I could see his expression crumpling as he watched Cayde fuck me, his eyes dark and blank, his mouth tight and hard, and I felt a wash of pain through me that had nothing to do with everything my body had been through all night.
At that moment, I almost wished that I hadn’t done it. I almost wished that I’d at least asked Jaxon first or found some other way. But I hadn’t been able to think of any other way. That was the problem. Not just for the town, who after this I’m not sure I give a fuck about anymore—but I do give a fuck about the other girls who might come after me. And I give a fuck about myself, and my mother, and Dean has made it clear there’s no way out for me.
So I had to make one myself, and I couldn’t do anything else. I couldn’t trust Jaxon to follow through.
It had to be Cayde.
Now everyone will know. And it feels good, emotionally and physically, like a win on top of an orgasm, a high on a high, and all of the pain and humiliation of the past hour is fading away as Cayde thrusts inside of me, my bruised pussy taking every single one eagerly, my body responding to him as if I never fought him off before.
But I can’t look at Jaxon while he does it. Not again. I can’t take that look on his face for even a second longer.
I’m close to a second climax when Cayde wraps his hand in my hair again, pulling my head back so that I’m looking up at him as I pant and gasp, still squirming on his cock as he shoves himself into me again to the hilt, grinding against me as he manages to speak between gritted teeth, his jaw tense with the effort not to come inside of me.
“Are you ready to finish this, Athena?”
My stomach twists. I know what that means, and the thought of his huge cock in my abused and sore ass makes me cringe. But I don’t think Cayde will hurt me the way Dean did—it will hurt, but he’ll try to make it better. It’s a weird thought to have because Cayde has always been the one who hurt me the most, but this time I don’t believe it. Not now, not after the way he’s been since he pulled me off of the table.
I don’t have a choice, anyway. If Dean hadn’t fucked me in the ass, maybe I could have gotten away with it, begged Cayde not to, begged him to finish in my pussy, dirty talked him to an orgasm. It would have been enough if Dean hadn’t done that. But he did, and Cayde can’t leave any hole he’s had unfucked if he wants to win this battle.
It’s crude but true.
“Yes,” I breathe, and Cayde’s eyes widen as he smirks. I think he’d expected me to fight at least a little, but I know what I have to do, and I’m going to fucking do it. I’m going to prove how tough I am, to myself and everyone else, Athena Saint. I used to be the fucking queen, and no one is going to bring me down. No one is going to trap me, cage me, enslave me, especially not Dean fucking Blackmoor, and if I have to take two different cocks up my ass in one night to win, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
“Please fuck my ass, Cayde,” I moan, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I want your thick cock in my ass. I want to come while you fuck me, please.”
“Well, I can’t fucking say no to that.” Cayde grins at me and drags me into another searing kiss before he pulls out of me. Then he grabs my hips, lifting me off of the table and turning me around as I bend over the table, spreading my legs as I get ready to take a cock in my ass for the second time tonight.
Cayde is too horny to give me much time. I feel the head of his cock pressing between my cheeks as he grips my ass, his other hand on his shaft as he guides it to my tight, sore hole. “Look at that fucking ass,” he groans, and I feel him pushing at my entrance.
But he doesn’t shove it in the way Dean did. It’s already easier, I’m wet with my own dripping arousal and Dean’s cum, but Cayde reaches around, his fingers stroking my sensitive, swollen clit as he starts to push his cock into my ass.
It doesn’t hurt as much this time, I realize with a start as the head pops inside the ring of muscle, and he pushes forward an inch, his fingers rolling over my clit. I make sure not to look at Jaxon, looking straight ahead instead, at the crowd on the other side of the table, some of them back to fooling around now at the pornographic sight of Cayde fucking me in every hole. A girl somewhere nearby cries out as she comes, shuddering on her boyfriend’s hand up her skirt as Cayde gets his cock halfway in my ass.
