Chapter Two
Pax’s hand slid into Brandon’s hair, and, getting on his tiptoes, he pressed their lips together.
The kiss was a shock. Maybe Brandon should’ve seen it coming, but he hadn’t. Pax’s lips were soft and plump against his. He didn’t deepen the kiss, allowing Brandon to grow accustomed to the caress.
It was too much, too personal. Brandon pulled away, dreading the disappointment on Pax’s face, but he just smiled and took his hands. He guided them to his hips, those aquamarine eyes never leaving his. “Touch me.”
Emboldened, he clasped Pax’s silk-clad cheeks and squeezed the firm muscles with his big hands. Pax gave a breathy sound, his pupils dilating. Brandon twitched inside the tightening confines of his trousers. Groping a firm ass was a pleasure he hadn’t allowed himself in a long time.
Pax, with hopeful shyness, placed his hands on Brandon’s stomach and tentatively slid them upward.
“You can touch me,” Brandon said and had to suppress a laugh when Pax’s expression turned into that of an eager puppy.
His touch firmed, and he cupped and squeezed Brandon’s pecs, mirroring the pressure on his ass. “Your chest is nice and big.” Another squeeze.
“Comes from chopping wood all year.”
“You were brave doing that in the forest of the fae.”
Brandon shrugged. “I was paid well for the wood, and it’s not like I have much to lose.”
“No!” Pax’s eyes widened with horror. “Don’t say that.” He looked like he had a personal stake in the matter. That was ridiculous.
“Don’t worry about me.” Brandon massaged Pax’s ass, lust escalating. He hadn’t felt such raw desire in years.
Color bloomed on Pax’s cheeks as he kneaded Brandon’s chest. He flicked his nipples, the sensation shooting straight into Brandon’s rising cock, eliciting a deep groan.
“You’re making me hard.”
Pax shuffled closer, pressing his groin against Brandon’s thigh, his own erection unmistakable.
He gave Brandon’s chest an open-mouthed kiss, then licked at it, leaving a broad streak across his pecs.
Pax sucked a nipple into his mouth, lips sealed around the hardened nub.
Heat sluiced into Brandon’s loins. He’d expected a warm, wet cave, and while Pax’s mouth was certainly wet, it came with a rousing coolness that sent tingles all over Brandon’s chest. And lower.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this. Thank goodness he hadn’t chased Pax away.
Pax’s hands were everywhere, on his chest, his stomach, his ass, while his mouth worked his nipples over. The tension in Brandon’s loins mounted until he was throbbing, his erection begging for touch. He pressed into Pax’s lower abdomen.
“You like this?” Pax asked and dragged his outstretched tongue across Brandon’s nipple. He looked obscene.
“Very much.”
Pax glowed. “I want to make you feel good.”
“You do.”
The pink on Pax’s cheeks deepened. “It’s all I want. It’s all I’m here for.” He gave Brandon another lick, and when he answered with a moan, Pax shuddered. “I was made for this.”
“So what they say about pixies is true?”
Pax rolled his hips, rubbing across the tent in Brandon’s trousers, making him jerk and flex. “I exist for your pleasure.”
Brandon, paralyzed with blissful shocks bolting through him, had no response.
“Let me make you feel even better.” Pax took his hand, moving toward the low bed in the corner.
Brandon’s presence of mind returned with a start. He couldn’t take Pax to bed. It was too intimate, too personal, the place for a serious lover, not a one-off dalliance, no matter how enticing.
When Brandon didn’t follow, Pax, perhaps sensing his doubts, led him to the rocking chair instead. There, his deft fingers worked the buttons of Brandon’s trousers open, stirring him further, teasing his cock until he was rock-hard. His erection sprang free as his trousers fell off his hips.
Pax maneuvered him onto the chair and sank to his knees, gaze glued to Brandon’s hard, pulsing erection. Veins snaked up the length of his girthy shaft, the crown wet and swollen with arousal.
Pax regarded him with lifted eyebrows. Brandon was a tall man, and he was built proportionately. It inspired both fear and admiration in his lovers.
“You’re… big,” Pax said. He placed his hands on Brandon’s knees and spread his legs wide, giving himself full access.
From underneath his fair lashes, he gazed up at him with so much dedication that Brandon had to forcibly remind himself that this would be a fleeting pleasure, no matter how dedicated Pax seemed.
Pax pushed him back until he was reclining in the rocking chair.
He kissed Brandon’s abdomen reverently, mouthing the hard lines.
A fluttering sensation danced through Brandon’s stomach, muscles contracting.
Pax lowered to where Brandon’s tan line from working shirtless in the sun was still visible.
It faded over the darker months but never vanished, his torso darkening again when the warm weather returned in spring and he went back to chopping wood.
Pax dragged his tongue across that line separating bronzed skin from lighter one. Teeth nipped his hipbone, and Brandon jolted, nerve endings firing under the assault. Pax kissed the spot, then moved to Brandon’s erection, which twitched eagerly as Pax eyed him.
His tongue, glistening wet, darted out and flicked across Brandon’s waiting tip.
Brandon threw his head back. Pax’s tongue was cool, and Brandon’s heated flesh prickled under his touch.
The cold should’ve made him shrink, but it didn’t.
If anything, he grew harder, his cock desperate for another brisk stroke.
Pax innocently looking up at him with big, blue eyes made it worse.
Or perhaps it was some kind of pixie magic that had him throbbing for more.
Pax swirled around his crown, bathing him in sensations.
Losing control, Brandon drove his hips forward and sank his hands into Pax’s hair, stroking his head as he licked and teased him, strands of blond hair running between his fingers.
With every flick, the urge to force Pax down on his cock grew, but Brandon resisted, giving himself over to the tantalizing caress.
A shy lick at his frenulum robbed him of his senses. How easy it was to forget the world when a lissome pixie was taking him apart. Pax, tongue stretched out, rounded his ridge, gaze locked on him.
Brandon’s depraved flesh pulsated against that cool, wet boon. Precum pearled in his slit, and Pax lapped at it.
“You taste amazing.” Pax swallowed, pupils dark. “Salty. I want more.”
He washed over Brandon, collecting the fluid as it welled up. Brandon moaned, his hands fists in Pax’s hair. God, he yearned to pry that gorgeous mouth open and thrust, but he didn’t want to take more than what was willingly given.
Pax lapped at his slit, Brandon’s body producing drop after drop for him to consume.
With every nudge, Pax wound the tension building in Brandon’s loins tighter.
His muscles strained as his balls lifted, and his cock jerked, hitting Pax’s plump bottom lip.
He was the picture of debauchery. Brandon couldn’t restrain himself any longer, desperate for a more thorough taste of Pax’s mouth.
He tapped his cock against Pax’s lips and petted his soft hair, hoping he’d forgive his boldness.
When Pax didn’t object to the treatment, his trusting gaze on him, Brandon smeared his leaking precum onto his lips, which he licked, visibly relishing the taste.
Emboldened, Brandon guided his crown into Pax’s mouth, earning a look of pure devotion.
It was wonderfully cool in there, the tip of Pax’s tongue curling to meet his frenulum.
The brief touch went through Brandon like an arrow, and he arched in the chair, causing it to rock, his sensitive underside dragging across Pax’s tongue as he moved.
A groan, loud and rough, tore out of him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good.
Not wanting to force himself any deeper, he let go of his cock. Pax increased the suction, ensuring his cock stayed in place. Exquisite pressure whitened out Brandon’s vision. He panted, gripped the armrest, one hand still in Pax’s hair, deep down unwilling to relinquish control.
Pax’s mouth was heaven. There was an irresistible pull that tugged at his insides as if it could siphon the orgasm out of him. Maybe it could.
His loins tensed, his balls, round and full, settled at his base, skin stretched tight. He oozed precum into Pax’s mouth. Pax closed his eyes and swallowed, doubling the suction, Brandon’s heart thundering as his body barreled toward release.
If only he could sink in deeper, if only he could bury his throbbing dick in Pax’s throat and find relief.
Pax’s hand curled around the base of his cock, letting his glans slide from his mouth. Brandon managed not to wince at the loss.
“You want something,” Pax said, his wet lips an inch from Brandon’s cockhead. “I can tell.”
Brandon gritted his teeth. He was close to exploding with arousal, but he didn’t want to hurt Pax. That open, guileless expression wasn’t helping. The urge to slam into Pax almost overpowered him.
“It’s fine, you can tell me. I want to make you feel good. Let me be a vessel for your pleasure. Show me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
Brandon’s cock jerked violently. He could hardly tell Pax how badly he wanted to fuck his pretty face.
“I’m a pixie,” Pax said, his hand slowly traveling up and down Brandon’s length. “Your pleasure is my pleasure. I was made for this. Don’t hold back. Take what you need.”
Brandon couldn’t help himself. Firming his hold on Pax’s hair, he rocked forward, the chair moving with him, and rammed his cock into Pax’s mouth. He hit the back of his throat, thrills shooting through him.
The look of sheer bliss on Pax’s face annihilated clear thought. Rolling back and forth, Brandon glided through his stretched mouth, taking what he wanted.