Chapter 9 Paxon #3
My hands move into his hair, holding his mouth to mine until we’re both gasping for air. Wraith leans against the couch beside me, and after a few seconds, he chuckles and discards the used condom.
“I knew you’d be a good fuck, but you exceeded my expectations.”
“Same,” I grunt. I want to take a shower, but not here. “Uh… we should…”
“Go?” Wraith asks, dragging a hand through his now unruly hair. “You don’t live here?”
“No. It’s my friend’s place. It was closer.”
“Hmm.” He bends down and grabs his underwear from the floor.
I watch him for a moment before I join him in getting dressed. We’re quiet, the only exchanges between us silent glances, and I don’t know what I’m feeling right now, but it’s different from what I normally get after a hookup. It’s… solid. More defined.
“I want more of you,” Wraith says, his expression determined, voice strong.
I don’t know what to say so I say nothing.
“Talk to me, Bouche. Did you like what we did?”
“Obviously.”
“And you want to do it again?”
I shrug and he chuckles.
“Oh, baby, you don’t know how to let yourself have fun, do you? I could show you how. Just like I did tonight.” He cradles my chin in his hand, stepping closer. “I know what you need and I’ll keep your secret. I have no interest in your fame or your money or your name, I just want more of you.”
I should say yes. This is ideal. A sexy man who’s not clout chasing, who can fuck like a beast, and isn’t exactly hard on the eyes.
“Okay,” I say before I can think better of it.
“Because you want me too?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Fuck off with this, man.”
“No. I want you to say it so you hear yourself asking for what you want.” He caresses my cheek. “Asking for what you need. Trusting me to give it to you.”
“I don’t trust you. I don’t even know you.”
He grins. “Come on, D-Man. You obviously trust me or I wouldn’t be here and we wouldn’t have done what we just did.”
I glare at him, but I can hardly argue.
“Tell me you want me and I’ll go.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll stay until you do. I can wait.” He drags his hand from my face to my chest. “Do you want me to leave or stay?”
“This isn’t my place.”
“Okay, then we should leave. You know the magic words.”
I exhale slowly, but he’s got me. I want more of this and he fucking knows it.
“I want you.”
His expression softens, like he’s actually fucking happy he got the words out of me.
“Are you some kind of Dom or something?”
Wraith laughs at that. “No, I’m just good at reading people. Good at giving them what they want and need.” He steps forward and presses a soft kiss to my lips before moving away, leaving me wanting more.
“You were so good tonight. Getting everything you needed from me. Can’t wait to see you again.”
I grunt in response.
“Have a good night, D-Man.”
“Bye, Wraith.”
He gets his shoes on and grabs his jacket, glancing back at me one more time before he turns to leave. Once the door clicks shut behind him, my shoulders slump. Fuck, he’s intense.
I head to the kitchen to get paper towels to clean up the mess, including the condom Wraith left on the floor. Once I’m sure Hen’s apartment is in good shape, I grab my coat and head out, my thoughts swirling.
I can’t deny that Wraith was right. I did need that. I needed his control of the situation, needed his direction, needed his cock inside me.
Thirty minutes later, I walk into my foyer, and instead of a shower, I strip down and climb into bed, enjoying the slickness from the lube that still lingers in my ass. I touch my hole gently, hissing slightly. I’m gonna be sore tomorrow, and that thought makes a smile pull at my lips.
Just as I’m falling asleep my phone buzzes. I grab it and swipe open the text app to see a message from Wraith.
Wraith: Can’t stop thinking about your gorgeous hole. How hot and tight you are. But even better are the delicious noises you make when I fuck you. My dick’s getting hard again just thinking about it. I hope you sleep well tonight. You earned it on and off the ice.
The message warms me, which just goes to show you how hard up I am for a little attention. I’ve gone too long and it’s making me get sappy over a hookup.
I can’t decide what to say, so I put the phone down for a few minutes. I can’t leave him on read though. That’s rude.
Me: Thanks for tonight.
Not great, but that’s all I got.
Wraith: How does your hole feel? Sore? Can you still feel me?
My dick actually twitches with interest. Fuck, he’s sexy. Feeling a little brave, I come up with a reply.
Me: Yes, it’s sore and it’s still slick. I’m gonna leave it that way until morning.
Wraith: Fuck. Wish I took a picture of it after. Maybe next time.
Next time. There shouldn’t be one, but who am I kidding? I’d be an idiot to walk away from a situation like this.
Me: I’m pretending it’s your cum.
My cheeks heat as I press send, but imagining his expression when he reads it makes me feel horny again.
Wraith: You’re so fucking sexy. One day it will be my cum and I’ll shove it back in and make you keep me inside you.
Jeez-us.
Wraith: You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
I think I would.
Me: Yes.
Wraith: My dick is hard again.
The next text is a picture of his glorious cock, plumped and lying heavy against his thigh.
Wraith: When’s your next home game?
Me: Saturday. Will I see you?
Wraith: I hope so. Goodnight, Bouche.
Me: Goodnight, Wraith.
Exhaling slowly, I set my phone on the nightstand and roll onto my side. Tonight was wild, and I have a feeling it could be the first of many.