Chapter 5 #4
The way that he can’t wait to see what Pax does next, how Pax’s sweet touches are equally as enticing and coveted as his dirty ones.
The realization that if Pax wanted to, Blake really would have no problem stopping, would be content just to hold and kiss the guy and enjoy being near him for the rest of the night.
That’s such a shocking discovery in his own mind that Blake almost stops the proceedings just to share it, though he manages to pull those reigns in at the last second.
Instead of interrupting, he throws himself wholeheartedly into relishing every minute with Pax.
Who knows if they’ll have another chance like this before their time at the Retreat is over?
While Blake’s busy having epiphanies, Pax is hard at work too, slicking his fingers up with lube and teasing their way in between Blake’s cheeks.
Brought back into the moment by Pax’s finger finding its way into his ass, Blake follows suit.
He kisses Pax hard under the spray of the shower as he squeezes one of Pax’s cheeks, working a finger of his own into Pax’s hole.
The action drives Pax to grind harder against him with a particularly wanton moan that Blake is all too happy to swallow.
“More,” Pax demands.
Blake nods, chases Pax’s open mouth moving against his own. “Me too,” he says, spreading his feet a little wider, and Pax adds a second finger to his ministrations without hesitation.
For all the things Blake has done, he hasn’t done this, hasn’t been with that many men who were all that interested in switching. The “get in, get off, get gone” crowd didn’t tend to be one for explicit communication, more just stereotypes that no one questioned translating over into the bedroom.
And that’s always been fine with Blake — he’ll bend over or bend someone over, no problem, but this — Pax is already blasting all of his “norms” for sex right out of the water.
They make out like that for a while, gripped tight in each other’s arms, cocks barely with room to slide together.
Eventually, with three of Pax’s thick fingers working inside him, Blake deems himself ready.
He really fucking wants to get a better angle than this for both of their sakes — the prostate stimulation has been nothing but a tease for either of them.
He crooks a finger anyway, right before pulling out of Pax, making him shiver and bite petulantly at Blake’s collarbone.
“Good?” he murmurs and Pax just nods against his throat, humming softly. “Bed?”
“Please, Blake.”
Out of the shower, Blake runs one of the super-soft towels over his body quickly before tossing it in Paxton’s face.
He watches with delight (and a still-hard cock sticking comically out in front of him) as Pax catches it and proceeds to rub at his hair like he has all the time in the world.
Impatient, Blake grabs another towel and pats Pax’s body down before shoving him out the bathroom door and towards the bed.
Paxton laughs, throaty and deep like always, but he only stops to grab lube and a strip of condoms from the bedside table before crawling up onto the mattress readily.
His tan skin against the white of the covers looks terribly tempting, only becoming more so as Pax settles down onto his hands and knees.
As Blake trails behind, his jaw falls open to see Pax arch his back like he does so often on his yoga mat, sticking his ass out, inviting.
“Come on, Blake,” he implores, rocking back and forth a little in his impatience. “I’ve wanted this — needed it — for days now.” Blake pauses, and as if Paxton can read his mind, he adds, “From you, not just—”
“Yeah,” Blake says, exhaling forcefully and grabbing the condom strip to tear one off. He rolls it on, slicks himself up and gets behind Pax, drizzling some of the lube right onto Pax’s exposed hole.
His only hesitation is something stupid — Blake wishes they could do this face-to-face, but at the same time, maybe he doesn’t. Pax would see the emotion he feels for sure, then — maybe it would ruin the mood.
Slowly, Blake lets the head of his cock press against Pax’s tight, wet ring of muscle, feels the way Pax intentionally relaxes and goes pliant beneath him as Blake pushes in.
If there’s any discomfort, Pax doesn’t act like it.
He just moans and impales himself all the way onto Blake’s cock — before Blake can have any say in the matter — tosses his head back and demands Blake to go harder, faster, Blake, please.
Blake does his best to comply, to be in charge, to give Pax what he wants, but Pax is wild in his arms, clearly the one running the show.
He pulls his leg forward to give Blake a better angle to hit his prostate.
Unsatisfied, he ends up shoving himself upright so that he’s sitting in Blake’s lap, riding him with arms stretched back to wrap around Blake’s head for leverage or grip, or fuck, Blake has no idea.
It’s the hottest fucking thing he’s ever experienced, though, his chin on Pax’s shoulder and Pax’s hands in his hair, and Blake is more than happy to just let Pax take what he wants.
More than happy to just hold him in his arms, smell his clean skin and the musk of his arousal.
To dig his nose into the crook of Pax’s neck, rub his face in his damp hair, to just feel the weight and strength of his body gyrating in Blake’s lap.
Blake’s orgasm sneaks up on him, moving swiftly from a dull, distant roar of thunder to a freight train barreling down the tracks and he comes biting Paxton’s shoulder and digging nails into his pecs from where his arms are wrapped around Pax’s chest.
“I could come like this, Blake,” Paxton pants as he circles his hips on Blake’s softening cock, but he doesn’t.
When it’s over, Blake snaps the condom off and tosses it over his shoulder before flopping bonelessly onto the bed.
Meanwhile, Pax just climbs off of him like that was round-fucking-one and he’s ready for as many as it takes.
As Blake watches blearily, Pax searches out the condoms and selects one for himself, raring to go and hard as a rock.
Blake, on the other hand, would be three-count and out, if this were a wrestling match.
Thankfully, it’s not, and Pax’s pleased, wholly entertained grin as he clamors over Blake’s body says he’s got no problem at all continuing to do most of the work here.
Blake will have to make this up to him sometime in the future, but in his defense, Pax is really damn good at what he does.
Before Blake can really even process what’s happening, Pax has both of Blake’s thighs in his hands and is pushing them back towards his chest as his cock presses inside.
Deflated dick notwithstanding, Blake’s eyes still end up rolling back in his head, his breath coming short as Paxton fucks him mercilessly.
He’s dabbled in some post-orgasm prostate stimulation in the past, but this is like — Blake’s sight blurs and his thoughts go jumbled as Paxton nails that sensitive spot inside of him on repeat, making him shake and quiver and holler at the top of his lungs until his sad cock blurts a little more milky fluid out onto his stomach.
“That’s all I got, please, Pax, please,” Blake moans, and from somewhere far away, he hears Paxton chuckle and change up his own pace.
He shifts the angle just slightly, sliding a hand under Blake’s head instead of his thigh and leaning down so that Blake’s forced to make eye contact with him.
Paxton fucks him slow and deep, seemingly uninterested in chasing his own climax, and Blake meets his gaze with what he’s sure are unfocused, hazy eyes.
Overstimulated and ridiculously full, Blake licks his lips, and Pax watches the motion like it’s the sexiest thing he can imagine, like it’s a tease, like he isn’t currently already balls deep in Blake.
“You’re something else,” Blake says roughly, trying hard to ignore the way Pax is still rocking against his very sensitive cock. “Don’t you want to…?”
“I will,” Paxton assures him, easy and with as much control as if they were taking an afternoon stroll in the park.
That would be some park. “This is—” He dips his head, mouthing at the hollow of Blake’s throat and leaning on his own elbow for balance.
“I haven’t enjoyed someone like this in a very long time.
I — I truly adore being with you, Blake. ”
The space behind Blake’s eyes burns a little at that unexpected admission, so he does the only thing he can think of — he clenches the muscles in his ass and locks his ankles at the small of Paxton’s back.
His trick has the desired effect, Pax melting into his body, finally allowing his own orgasm to crescendo and wash over him.
Blake watches with fascination at the way Pax’s eyes blink closed, the way his mouth drops open slightly, the way his whole body seems as if it knows Blake’s and is meant to be like this, with him, forever.
He catches Pax’s lips as soon as he can, kisses him through it, flips them both over and presses Pax into the bed once he starts to come down. When his lashes flutter open again, Pax looks so relaxed he could be drugged, but he turns those eyes on Blake and smiles, bright and lazy.
“Worth every penny,” he declares, and it’s Blake’s turn to laugh, because he couldn’t agree more.