Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Maddox
Iven was a natural. That much had been clear from the moment I’d gotten him naked and into my bed.
My dick had been throbbing for what felt like eons, grinding into the edge of the mattress as I took him apart, bit by bit.
I wasn’t searching for completion. Wasn’t searching for anything but taking the edge off as I watched Iven’s bountiful vocabulary get reduced to sighs and mewls.
He didn’t protest. Didn’t do anything other than arch his limber back and push back into me. Not when I’d gotten my tongue inside him, and not now, three fingers deep, watching his plush pink insides squelch with lube.
I wasn’t certain he’d noticed me grab the bottle. His eyes were glassy, far gone. Chestnut hair, a sweaty, tangled mess on his head, that chip in his incisor winking at me every time he panted.
I’d left his socks on.
It got cold in my bedroom when the sun was down.
And I had no regrets. No regrets at all.
He wore the most delightful sock garters.
They held the things up, spanning the length of his lean calves like a form of lingerie.
A smattering of hair skimmed his calves and thighs, thinner the higher up it went.
It was lighter in color than the curls at the base of his cock.
Curls that I’d left damp with spit, spongy and soft, his cock spent over an hour ago.
“Mmfuck,” Iven repeated. He’d made that sound already. That exact sigh-moan. “Fuck, Maddox,” he shuddered, blissed out and sloppy already.
“That’s the idea.” I grinned, slipping my fingers out of the tight-wet of his hole. They felt cold in comparison, slick and chilly as I lubed them up more and slid them right back in.
“N-no, no,” Iven sobbed. “Want your—” I pulled my fingers out, and he cussed at me. “No, fuck. Fuck you.”
It was cute how angry he was. “You said no.”
“I didn’t say red,” Iven struggled to get out. “Meant I want your…” his mustache twitched, brow pinching. “Want your…” He wasn’t shy. This wasn’t that. The poor baby was so cum drunk he’d lost the ability to speak.
“Cock?” I filled in, my dick jumping at the idea.
“Mmhm,” Iven agreed almost sleepily. He reached back, long fingers shaking as he pulled on one of his ass cheeks, baring his hole to me. “Want your…” His hole glistened, fucked open and so loose I could see the hot-pink insides.
“Later,” I soothed, just to tease.
“No!” Iven’s protest was little more than a whimper. “No more ‘laters’. Want it. Want it—” Reduced to nothing but petulant babble, I couldn’t help but find him adorable. Adorable and seriously fucking attractive. It seemed Iven only had one brain cell left, and that single brain cell wanted cock.
“Slowly,” I told him, conceding. “I won’t hurt you.”
I would’ve liked to stretch him more. Not that he wasn’t ready—he most certainly was. God. Seeing him sprawled like that in my bed, with his hole on display, his angular feet decked out in his slutty socks, was just…fuck.
“Maddox,” Iven complained, lashes sticky with tears. “C’mon.”
I took pity on him, reaching for a condom before slipping it down my length. I would’ve preferred to fuck him raw, but that was a conversation for another time. He watched with foggy eyes, his tongue flicking out to wet his lip.
He’d been doing that a lot tonight.
I’d need to make a point to get him some Chapstick. Or a drink of water when we were finished. Hell, both?
My eyes dragged over him as I knee-walked behind him, taking in the long lines of his body once more. Coated in a fine sheen of sweat and painted gold by the lamp on my nightstand, he was a sight to behold. A work of art far better than anything I’d constructed.
If Iven decided to be my permanent partner, he’d be the prettiest masterpiece I owned.
I was in no rush for that, though.
He’d made his intentions clear, and I had no doubts that he wanted this.
My eyes ran over the curve of his ass, taking it in, before sinking back to his slutty little entrance. It winked at me, clenching over and over—in the same way it had the entire time I’d been playing with it.
I couldn’t wait to sink inside it. To feel that flutter up and down my cock as I fucked him speechless all over again.
Notching my dick against him, I took a steadying breath. “Color?”
“Green,” Iven whimpered, hips shifting back enough the spongey soft of his hole began to give around my crown.
I grunted, splaying a hand on his lower back to hold him still.
He appeared to like that because the moan he let out when he struggled and realized he couldn’t move me became louder than before.
“Be still,” I commanded as I began to slowly, carefully press inside. Iven sobbed, but managed to do as he was told, his hole fluttering around me as I pressed in, in, in. Till I was flush against his ass, our balls tapping, and my head began to spin.
I wouldn’t last long like this.
Not with him looking at me like that.
Obedient.
“Feels so…” Iven sighed softly, peacefully. “Feels so good.”
This was his first cock. The first time he’d ever been fucked. I was more than a little glad that I’d managed to make it good for him. It was certainly good for me. Difficult not to pound him into the mattress till he squirted all over it again.
“That’s good,” I murmured, tapping his lower back where I’d kept him from moving as a reminder before removing my hand. It didn’t go far. Both hands fanned over his ass cheeks, pulling them apart so I could get a good look at where I was splitting him open.
Christ.
I watched his hole try to clench, felt that flutter down the length of my dick, and dropped my head back to savor it. The fan on my ceiling spun in a lazy circle to stave off the heat, but I hardly noticed it, all my focus on the way Iven’s ass couldn’t seem to stop twitching.
“You feel good, baby,” I murmured, tipping my head back down to look at him.
“I can feel you twitching.” He made an embarrassed sound.
“Mmm.” I dragged my thumbs up and in, stroking through the thin, sensitive skin inside his crack.
It was slick from sweat, allowing the glide to be easy.
“I’m so lucky to get to be the first one to fuck you. ”
Iven’s lashes fluttered, a little smile on his lips.
“Ready?” I confirmed, voice low and soft.
“Yes.”
The first slap of my hips sent Iven mewling again. Clawing at the sheets, but otherwise unmoving. Obedient and still, like I’d told him to be.
“Good boy,” I grunted, picking up the pace only when I was certain he could take it. “So good.” I kept playing with his crease, sliding my thumbs down to tickle his rim as I filled him up, over and over and over. “That’s it.”
It didn’t take long for us to reach the edge.
The faster I went, the louder Iven got. Until he was simply whining into the mattress, a steady litany of uh, uh, uh’s that sent me flying with every sound.
I came inside him with a grunt only after I’d forced a second orgasm out of him.
His cock spurted onto the comforter, making a sticky, delightful mess, and I pounded him through it until both of us were sated.
When I pulled free, Iven whimpered.
“You were perfect,” I promised him, petting up and down his body, stroking into his hair, and watching his lashes flutter once more.
When he’d settled some, I retrieved a warm, damp cloth and cleaned him up, then myself.
He didn’t protest as I picked him up and scooted him to the side of the bed without the cum stains.
And the sound he made when I crawled beneath the covers at his back, pulled him snug to my bare chest, and peppered his neck in kisses was pure bliss.
“Beard burn,” Iven sighed, allowing me to rub up and down those lovely, expressive arms and fingers.
“Mm,” I agreed, back to my default—the lack of language far more comfortable now that we were no longer fucking.
“On my thighs,” Iven added, sleepy soft. “I love that.”
I gave his thighs their own rubs, and Iven grinned.
“Love your big hands too,” he added. “And your mouth.” He shivered, remembering what said mouth had very recently done to him.
“Love your tongue and your hairy belly and your voice and your cock—” I bit his throat softly, and he sighed once more, quieting. “Can I spend the night?”
“Yes.” I buried my face in his hair, nuzzling against him. “Please.”
And so he did.
No drama, no fuss.
Simple as that.