Chapter 11
Paxon
What the fuck has gotten into me?
I’m about to let Wraith into my home and I followed his instructions like a loyal dog. Lying on my bed in my jock and nothing else, unshowered, with my lubed fingers in my ass, is a mindfuck I can’t even process. What is it about Wraith that makes me let my guard down so quickly?
I’ve never considered myself a submissive person, not even a little bit, but his soft commands scratch a part of my brain I didn’t know was itchy until he poked at it.
I need this. Need to be dicked down so thoroughly that I stop thinking about anything but pleasure. I’ve earned that much, haven’t I?
A few minutes later, there’s a knock at my front door. I left it slightly cracked so he could let himself in, so I don’t get up.
My nerves kick in as I hear him moving in my direction. When he enters the room, he lets out a low whistle.
“Fuck,” he says. “Look at you.”
“This is what you wanted?”
“Yep.” He shrugs off his coat, letting it fall to the floor. “You are so goddamn sexy.” He pulls his shirt over his head. “Did you shower?”
“No.”
He moans, adjusting himself. “What have you been doing while you waited for me?”
Of course he wants me to talk. He obviously gets off on it. It’s outside of my wheelhouse, but I want that dick bad enough to do it. “Fingering myself.”
Wraith blows out a breath before his lips curl into a sexy smirk. He flicks the button open on his jeans then tugs them down, revealing nothing underneath. Just his hard cock springing free.
I lick my lips instinctively as my cock swells even more. I want him so bad I think he could get me to do anything.
“Take your hair down?”
Wraith tilts his head for a second, then reaches up to pull the hair tie out of his bun. His hair falls in auburn waves around his face, dusting his shoulders, and then I notice a blond streak in it that looks natural. He climbs on top of me, straddling my waist and hovering.
Before I can speak, he bends his head and buries it in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. His lips nuzzle my skin, sending prickling bursts of electricity skittering across my flesh. I close my eyes for a moment, then allow myself to reach up and drag my fingers through his hair.
That act seems to unlock something in him, and he crashes his mouth into mine, demanding my tongue. I give it willingly, gripping his hair and arching my body to meet more of his.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Wraith whispers as he grazes my neck with his teeth. “And you smell like fucking heaven.”
I almost laugh at that, but if he gets off on it, who the fuck am I to question it? He smells freshly showered—clean and crisp with a hint of earthiness, like fresh cut grass or a summer rainfall. His hair has a softer scent that reminds me of snuggling under a warm blanket.
Wraith’s kisses move down my body to my chest, where he nibbles and sucks my nipples before moving on to my belly. The farther he goes, the more my body reacts. My dick is almost painfully hard at this point, straining against the material of the jock I’m still wearing.
Wraith continues his path, burying his nose in the crease of my thigh.
When he drags his hot tongue across my skin, I arch my back, desperate for more.
This man knows what the fuck he’s doing.
He moves up suddenly, inhaling deeply as he presses his face into my armpit, rubbing his cock against mine through my jock and lighting up every nerve in my body.
“Wraith,” I gasp. “Please.”
“Please what, baby? Ask and it’s yours.”
“Want you to fuck me.”
“I’m going to. I can’t wait to be inside you again, but I had to take some time to appreciate how good you were for me, saving all this so I could indulge in your scent.”
All I can do is moan.
“You want my cock inside you, Bouche?”
“Yes,” I hiss. “Come on.”
He chuckles, lightly grazing his fingers over my jock. My cockhead is pushing past the waistband, leaving me uncomfortably trapped and I buck my hips in an attempt to get some relief.
Wraith chuckles. “Turn over. Let me see that pretty ass of yours.”
I roll over immediately, too turned on to care about my pride. Wraith spreads my ass cheeks and moans. When he drags his finger over my hole, I whimper. I actually fucking whimper.
“Such a greedy, pretty hole,” Wraith says, his voice raspy as his accent deepens. “Soft too. You got ready for me.”
“You told me to.”
“I did, and you listened. Beautiful.”
He presses a kiss to my lower back before sliding a single finger into my body. The relief is instant as my cock leaks more precum.
“More,” I moan.
“I’ll give you everything you need, gorgeous. Just let me appreciate you for a second.”
Dammit. “No,” I complain. “Just fuck me. Hard. I want it hard.”
Wraith’s body comes down on top of mine, his dick sliding into my crease as his breath warms my ear. “You’ve been so good for me. I’ll give you exactly what you want. You have condoms?”
“Nightstand,” I grunt.
He shifts to grab one as well as more lube while I impatiently grind against the too-soft mattress. Seconds later, Wraith’s twisting my jock around his fingers and pushing his cock into me, not easing it in at all. Once he fully breaches me, a smile takes over my face as my body floods with relief.
His cock is thick enough that even with the stretching I did before, I still get a hit of that delicious sting, and I fucking love it.
Wraith doesn’t hold back, snapping his hips into me relentlessly and hitting my prostate perfectly.
Just when I think I might go over the edge too soon, he pulls out, easily flipping me onto my back and shoving my legs up before slamming back into me.
Damn, that’s impressive. I’m not a small guy, but he’s manhandling me like a rag doll.
“Fuck,” he moans as I hold my legs up. “Your hole is so fucking perfect. You did so good for me.”
My eyes are closed, but I dare myself to open them, and when I do, my breath hitches.
Wraith is a fucking god with his hair spilling around his face, his brow creased with exertion, his lips parted with each puff of breath.
But it’s his eyes that make my stomach twist pleasantly, gazing down at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
He yanks my jock out of the way to release my aching cock, then falls forward, claiming my mouth in another heated kiss. I wrap my arms around him, bucking my hips to get more of the friction between our bodies.
“Are you gonna come for me?” he asks into my mouth. “Get us both hot and sticky?”
Nodding, I tug at his hair again. “Love your cock.”
“Love your hole.” He grips my chin roughly, holding my gaze. “Your body is truly amazing.”
I want to look away from his intensity but I don’t seem to be able to, so instead I run my hands over his freckled shoulders. “You’re beautiful too.”
His lips twitch with a smile, but then he slams our mouths together again, swallowing my moans as he pistons his hips, fucking me as hard as I can take it, which is exactly what I wanted. When he lifts up again, his gaze is breathtaking.
“Touch yourself.”
I nod, relieved to follow his instructions again, reaching between us to wrap my hand around my cock. I practically cry out. I need to come so badly, but I also kind of don’t want this to end.
“I can’t wait to come inside you,” Wraith moans. “You’re so fucking perfect. So good for me.”
His words, his cock, and my hand combine to send me reeling over the edge of bliss into an orgasm so strong that I don’t make a sound.
My body tenses as tendrils of heat snake through me to my cock, pushing my release to the surface in a geyser.
Dots of light flash behind my eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
“Fuck,” Wraith grunts, his body twitching and cock swelling as he joins me.
I imagine the condom between us is gone, and he’s breeding me, marking me with his cum from the inside, and that thought makes my cock twitch and release just a little bit more until I’m drained and completely spent.
Wraith collapses on top of me and I wrap my arms and legs around him, enjoying his weight and the slick heat of his skin. He’s breathing into my neck, his hand tangled in my hair. I lift his hair off his neck and twist it up to help him cool down.
He doesn’t move for so long that I wonder if he’s fallen asleep, but then he finally shifts when his softened cock slips out of me. As he rolls onto his side, I hate myself for missing his weight on me. This is nothing but a convenient hookup. Don’t get weird about it, Bouche.
“Fucking hell,” Wraith says, his tone lighter now. “You are something else, Bouche.”
“Yeah, you too.”
His hand is still resting on my chest, and I let myself have this, let myself enjoy it, even let myself wish it was more than what it is. Jesus, am I that lonely?
I wonder if he’s going to get up and leave right away. I should want him to, but I really don’t. I want more.
“Want to take a shower?” Wraith asks.
“Oh, I’m allowed to now?”
Wraith gives me a sexy grin. “You earned it.”
“How gracious of you.”
His eyes roam from my eyes to my mouth and back again. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to join you in that shower, and a little later, I’d like to suck you off before I leave.”
I should definitely say no and keep the boundaries between us firm, but I already know I’m not going to. I want that too. I want to be fucked and sucked by this sexy man every day if I can.
“Yeah, you can hang out.”
“Cool.”
“Do you need a drink? I have beer, Gatorade, water.”
“Water is fine.”
Nodding, I slide out of bed, peeling off my messy jock and then walking to the kitchen naked.
When I come back, Wraith is sitting on the edge of the bed, dragging one hand through his tangled hair, holding his phone in the other.
“Everything okay?”
He nods, tossing the phone down and smiling. “Just letting my brothers know I’ll be out longer in case anyone’s looking for me.”
“Your brothers?” I hand him the bottled water then sit next to him on the bed. I’m sure I smell pretty rank at this point, but he seems to get off on that.
“Not biologically, but family just the same.” He twists the cap off the water and drinks. “We work and live together.”
“How many do you have?”
“Eight plus me at the moment.”
“Wow. That’s a lot.”
“It’s good.”
“What do you do for work? Some kind of pseudo-family business?”
“You can call it that.”
“Is that all you’re gonna say?”
He turns his intense gaze to me with a raised eyebrow. “Do you actually want to know or are we just making post-nut small talk?”
“I actually want to know.”
“Okay then. I’m a contractor of sorts. The jobs are random but steady. Keeps me busy most of the time. Fortunately, there’s still a little time for fun.”
“A contractor? Like, construction or…?”
Wraith studies my face, and the longer he does the more unsure I am about him. If he’s not openly telling me what he does for work, that’s probably not a good sign.
“Are you in the Mafia or something?”
He flinches, which does nothing to soothe my nerves. I was being flippant because there’s no way I thought he actually was.
“No. I’m not in the Mafia or any organized crime like that.”
“You don’t have to tell me.” Maybe it’s better if he doesn’t. We fuck and that’s all this is. It’s not like he’s taking me home to meet the fam.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I never do. It’s a complicated profession and I’ve never had to articulate it before. Everyone in my life presently knows, so I’ve never had to explain it.”
Swallowing hard, I nod, questions rising even as I mentally try to push them down. I’ve always been curious though.
“Is it… dangerous?”
“Not for me.”
Well, that’s ominous.
“Tell me when and if you’re ready, okay?”
Wraith nods, his gaze softening. “Okay. What about you? When did you get into hockey?”
“As soon as I could walk. My school started a youth program I was able to join. I’m told I showed a lot of promise, even for a kid who was practically still a toddler.”
“That’s wild. Where did you grow up?”
“Seattle area when I was younger. Then we moved to Colorado, Texas, Arizona, California, then I finally got settled in Boston for college. My mom was French Canadian, but she never wanted to go back there.”
“Past tense. Is she gone?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I clear my throat.
“No father?”
Blowing out a breath, I shake my head. “Nah. She was young when I was born. Just a guy she knew. Thank fuck for hockey. It’s always gotten me through the hard times in life.” I run a hand through my hair. “I’m probably retiring after this season though.”
“Why? You’re young.”
“Not in hockey years. My body takes a beating every game. I’ve been lucky not to have any major injuries but it is taking its toll.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-six. You?”
“Thirty-eight.”
I nod. “Do you have any bio siblings?”
His eyes cloud over for a second until he blinks it away. “I’m not in touch with my biological family. Long story.”
“Understandable.” I rise and stretch my arms. That’s enough talking for now. “I’m gonna take that shower now. You coming?”
Wraith nods, setting his water bottle on the nightstand. “Lead the way.”