Chapter Two #2
Pax licked and swallowed as well as he could with the murderous pace Brandon was setting.
Brandon would’ve felt bad were it not for the unadulterated happiness in Pax’s eyes.
He dove deep into his throat, moaning as Pax swallowed and soft flesh closed around his tip, hugging him. To spill in that tightness…
He sped up, the motion of the chair giving him momentum, allowing him to tunnel deep, to plunder Pax’s mouth mercilessly.
The tendrils of orgasm licked at his balls, his insides readying to unleash his cum. Pax took the rough treatment with a smile; the harder Brandon fucked him, the happier he looked.
Maybe pixies were a gift of nature. Pax certainly was. He’d turned what would’ve been a lonely winter solstice into an evening full of passion.
Brandon’s breath rushed in and out of him. He was hurling toward his climax. His insides narrowed to one hot ball of lust, and Pax opened his mouth and presented his tongue like an offering.
Brandon’s mind stopped functioning. He slid across that sweet, wet surface, Pax all but begging for his cum.
There was no holding back.
Brandon’s grip on his hair turned brutal, and he snarled as a first, powerful contraction possessed his loins.
It pumped the cum from his balls, his white load shooting into Pax’s waiting mouth.
Brandon grunted at the blinding pleasure the next undulation brought, seed rushing down Pax’s throat.
He emptied in rapid spurts, giving Pax everything he had.
Several shots landed square on his tongue, and when Brandon, growling through his teeth, finished, Pax dutifully swallowed, smiling as if he’d just been fed the most delectable treat.
Wrung out, Brandon fell back in his chair, fighting to catch his breath. Pax licked his lips and crawled into his lap. He kissed Brandon’s shoulder, his neck, his jaw, before settling against him, his slim body fitting perfectly into Brandon’s larger frame.
Brandon, not used to the intimacy, took a moment to process having someone snuggling up to him, but then he closed his arms around Pax, holding him to his chest.
“Thank you,” he said in Pax’s ear, lazily petting his thigh. “This was exactly what I needed. If there is any way you want me to reciprocate…”
Pax leaned back and looked at him with wide eyes. “Believe me, it was entirely selfish. Your pleasure tastes so good.” He nestled against him, and Brandon let the post-orgasmic fatigue wash through him.
Pax’s hands and lips were everywhere, caressing and stroking him. His arousal was palpable, Brandon painfully aware Pax hadn’t come. That had to be rectified. Pax had gifted him a magnificent release, and he wanted to do the same for him. It’d only be fair.
His hands drifted up Pax’s thigh, toward that silky little loincloth.
It barely covered Pax, leaving only his most intimate places to the imagination.
Slowly, giving Pax plenty of time to object, he sought the knot holding the tiny garment in place.
He pulled at it, the fabric coming loose and falling away.
Pax was built much smaller than Brandon. He was hard and of appropriate girth, but not very long.
Brandon caught Pax’s chin between thumb and forefinger and kissed him, lips parting only a fraction.
Pax had made him feel incredible, and while Brandon was out of practice pleasuring men, he still knew how to.
He longed to make Pax feel as good as he had.
His lips were sweet and innocent in a lovely, artless way.
Pax’s tongue touched his lips, and a fluttering sensation vibrated through Brandon. He enjoyed Pax’s company more than he had the right to. It was good that Brandon was in no danger of losing his heart. He’d guarded it closely for a long time.
His lips parted, allowing Pax inside. And when Pax’s tongue nudged his, he saw stars. He was falling, holding on to Pax as their tongues, carefully, shyly, played with one another, the delicate gentleness bringing Brandon to a hum. A wave of warmth rolled through his stomach.
But the tenderness stoked something darker in him too, and against his will, his cock rose once more, responding to Pax’s smallest moves.
Pax, who had to sense it, feel it even, stroked Brandon’s pecs, stirring him. There was no resisting his pull. Brandon wanted him. He yearned to unravel him, to douse him in the same intense pleasure he’d received.
Too soon, Pax withdrew from the kiss, Brandon chasing him as he pulled away. This couldn’t end now, not before he’d…
He needn’t have worried.
Looking deep into his eyes, lips red from their kiss, Pax straddled him. “Fuck me.”
These words, spoken so softly, were almost enough to undo him. Heat boiled under his skin. Visions of him nailing Pax into the mattress filled his mind.
“Take me to bed,” Pax said, sliding off his lap.
Brandon let himself be pulled up by his hand, gaze falling to his pallet.
Part of him wanted to take Pax there, but it wasn’t right, not when Pax would leave when whatever this was between them was finished.
Brandon couldn’t take someone to his bed for just one night.
It was too intimate for a momentary arrangement.
He’d get hurt when Pax left later. He knew that because he’d been left before.
His wife’s death had hung over him for such a long time, then, his children had departed Winterbourne, and now, he was alone.
No, he couldn’t bring Pax into his most private space.
But if Pax wanted to be taken, the bed wasn’t the only option.
Brandon led him to the table in the corner, a square, sturdy thing he’d carpentered himself.
He lifted Pax and deposited him on top of it.
He placed a fingertip on the base of Pax’s cock, making him twitch and moan.
Brandon trailed his finger upward, earning a string of high-pitched noises.
Adding more fingers, he traced up and down Pax’s length, idly stroking him.
“Would you be offended if I told you you were cute?” Brandon asked, the meaning of his words clear with his gaze on Pax’s erection.
“No.” Breathless.
“You’re very cute.” Brandon’s fingers wrapped around Pax’s cock, his large hand swallowing him whole.
Pax whimpered, color on his cheeks. A droplet wet Brandon where his hand closed around Pax’s glans.
Brandon had never understood the obsession with big cocks. He was large enough for two.
Letting go of Pax, he brought their cocks together, his darker, longer, with a red undertone, Pax’s smaller, of a creamy gold with a flushed-pink tip. Next to Pax, he looked like he had a club between his legs.
Pax worried his lower lip as he regarded their considerable size difference.
“I’m going to fuck you with this.” Brandon gave his rod a long, slow stroke.
“You’ll stretch me wide open,” Pax said, excitement swinging in his tone. He didn’t sound concerned. Brandon’s past lovers had been.
“I’ll fuck you loose and sloppy.”
“Please.” Pax trembled.
Brandon placed a hand on Pax’s sternum and pushed him down on the table. Pax spread his legs wide, accommodating him between them. The table was the perfect height for fucking. Brandon could just glide inside and—
“I don’t have oil,” Brandon said as the thought hit him. He hadn’t needed it, and now his night with Pax might be cut short because of that. Brandon cursed himself.
Pax took his hand. “We don’t need oil. I’m a pixie. I get wet.”
Brandon’s mind took a second to comprehend. “You… get wet?”
“I’m dripping for you.” Pax turned red. It didn’t look like embarrassment. It looked like need.
Brandon couldn’t hold back. He spit on his cock to ease the entry and lined up—and stopped at the last moment. He hadn’t stretched Pax! What an inconsiderate lover he was. He hadn’t been with a man in decades, and in the heat of the moment, he’d forgotten the necessity to—
“Come inside,” Pax pleaded. “I need you.” He looked like he couldn’t wait another moment, his legs spread as far as they’d go, his small cock drooling onto his stomach.
“I have to stretch you.” Brandon licked a finger and placed it on Pax’s rim, his own cock jerking when he encountered sweeping wetness.
Pax shook his head. “Pixie,” was all he said as if that explained everything.
He made a whiny, needy sound, and it snapped Brandon’s self-control. He wrapped an arm around Pax’s leg and pulled it up, holding that delicate ankle to his shoulder. With his cock inches from Pax’s hole, he guided himself to the eagerly winking entrance.
Brandon’s glans kissed Pax’s pucker, slick smearing across his crown. Brandon’s insides pulled taut. He was going to push his cock through that narrow opening. He was going to fuck Pax to orgasm.
Bracing against the pleasure, his jaw clenched, Brandon forced himself through Pax’s tight ring. He almost came as he entered that small space, gasping at the pressure enfolding him. His fat glans inside Pax’s tiny, snug hole was a sacrilege.
Pax, sighing happily, didn’t appear to see it that way. Brandon edged forward, and Pax arched, his eyes falling shut.
Brandon stood in flames, and the only thing that could soothe him was the cool, wet cave he was invading. Gliding deeper, Pax’s inner walls parted for him, molding themselves around him as he conquered them.
Pax’s moans filled the hut. “Yes… Yes… Yesssss…”
The deeper Brandon pressed, the louder Pax grew, writhing on the table as though he was moments from coming.
The blush on his cheeks had spread to his neck and chest, a drop of sweat beading in the hollow of his throat.
Brandon hankered to devour and consume him, to own him with his big, hard cock.
He’d always had a possessive streak, especially during intimacy, but Pax’s lithe body, the adoring expression on his face and the trembling noises he produced brought Brandon’s proprietary side to a new height.
He wanted to dazzle this gorgeous creature and keep him forever.