Twelve Wax
E ven for a Sunday, I wake up more rested than I have in months. He snores, sure, but I’ve gotten used to sleeping next to him.
How weird is that?
He’s still sleeping, so I crawl under the blankets and wake him up with my mouth to return the favor. Normally he’s up before me, but we never got around to wax play yesterday and I’m dying for it — so I plan on teasing the hell out of him until he finally gives it to me.
I barely get him all the way in my mouth before he reaches out to touch my face and releases a pleased hum. “Mmm, Rowyn. ”
It doesn’t take him long to be fully hard and rocking up into my mouth, but I know him. I know his body, what makes him tick. And I know the moment he starts approaching the line.
That’s when I pull off.
“Good morning,” I grin, sitting up and rolling over again. “How’d you sleep?”
“I— huh?” The whimper he releases almost makes me cave as I see him reach down to squeeze the base from the corner of my eye. “Yeah. I slept.”
No shit he slept, and now his brain is mush.
Good. That’s what he gets.
“Oh, do you wanna come, baby?” I ask, pouting a little as I lean down to lick his shaft. “Do you wanna come in my mouth?”
Nodding feverishly, Eris uses his hand to try and angle his cock back inside. “Mmhm. I love coming in your mouth.”
I swirl my tongue around the tip then kiss it before getting up off the bed entirely. “You promised me wax play, Eris Shaw. I’m done waiting.”
“You’re gonna kill me,” he groans, stroking himself twice before he sits up and lets it go. “Alright, baby. You’re right. Let’s scarf down some food and have some fun. I’ll be patient.”
“Fuck the food, we’ll go out for breakfast after. Stay right where you’re at.”
Running downstairs, I grab a Foxglove scented low-temp pillar candle, a lighter, and a few towels, grinning the whole way back up to my bedroom. I don’t know why I never thought of trying this myself before, but now that it’s been put in my head, I’m not sure it’ll ever leave.
I find Eris walking out of my bathroom still hard, an eager expression on his face as he closes the distance to grab the towels. “You excited too?”
“I just edged you so you’d do what I want. What do you think?” I laugh. “I didn’t complain yesterday because we were busy cupcaking or whatever it’s called, but today? Yeah. I’m excited.”
He tosses me a wink and then sets the towels out on the bed, his gaze flicking to the candle in my hands multiple times in anticipation, and once he disappears and comes back to the bedroom with a wet washcloth, I know it’s time.
His lips meet mine as he backs me toward the bed, laying me down gently after he sets the candle on the nightstand. I’m twitching with need once he starts kissing down my body.
Feeling his tongue on my pussy makes it worse and better all at once. “Fuck, that feels good...”
He hums, flicking his tongue teasingly along my center until I’m shaking, and only then does he pull away to bite my inner thigh. “You’re delicious, Rowyn. I’ll never get enough.”
Eris grabs the candle and lighter, and then straddles my legs, his other hand sliding along my flushed skin as he watches me. “Are you ready?”
I deserved that edging after what I did to him, but it still leaves me breathless. “Yes. Yes, I’m ready.”
“You have no idea how good you look right now, beautiful.”
He holds the candle and flicks the lighter, smiling wider when the noise makes me flinch. I really hope my products are as good as I think they are.
As the scent surrounds us and the wax starts to drip, I stop breathing, just waiting to see what he’ll do. He holds there, gaze locked with mine as we breathe together, and when he sees whatever he’s looking for in my eyes, he slowly tilts it .
Two drips fall just above my belly button, sending a flash of fear through me right up until they make contact. It’s hot, yes, but it doesn’t burn. It feels... really fucking good.
Biting my lip, I nod for him to continue and watch as he smiles in approval. “Good girl. How’s it feel?”
He pours a little more before I can respond, dripping further south this time until I’m spreading my legs in anticipation. “Hot enough to shock me, but not burn. It’s the perfect kind of pain.”
“That’s what I was hoping. You’re squirming, Rowyn. You think I can’t feel you spreading your legs under me? Does the pain make you desperate to come?”
He drops a few more, this time right next to my nipple. Little tease is seriously making me pay for that half blowjob. “Yes. Don’t you want to fuck me, baby?”
“So fucking much,” he admits. “You want me to fuck you while we play? Make you scream my name all covered in wax?”
God, that sounds amazing. “Mmhm, but... can you... fuck, I want to feel it on my clit.”
“I need to be inside you first.” Eris moves off my legs and then sinks in with a hiss the second I spread them. “So fucking wet. Are you sure you want it there, baby? Are you sure it’s safe?”
In the research I’ve done to make sure I’m making my candles correctly, I know it’s not recommended — but where’s the fun in that? “Just have that washcloth ready and wipe it off after so it doesn’t get inside of me. The wax isn’t that hot, I don’t think it’ll burn.” I’m also too horny right now to care. “Do it, baby. Just a little.”
He looks a little nervous as he nods, but I can tell he won’t deny me. I don’t think he ever would.
Once the cloth is resting next to me, Eris watches me closely as he tilts that candle directly over my clit, and the sensation has me clenching so hard it makes him groan with me.
Oh, god. My eyes roll and it only gets better when the cool cloth wipes the wax away, giving me another new sensation. It’s too much. “Screw the candle, fuck me. Please.”
Eris blows out the candle and then wipes the areas he dirtied haphazardly. He’s just as desperate to come as I am. Once he has everything safely back on the nightstand, he slams his cock back inside and manhandles both of my legs onto his shoulders.
I lose myself completely to the feeling as he bends me in half and fucks me like he’s mad at me, and the three orgasms he rips from me make me never want to stop.
But I teased him a little too much.
I can feel his nails digging into my thighs, my ass, my stomach, and breasts. His fingers leave traces everywhere he touches, his composure slipping just enough for me to see the man that fucked me in the graveyard the day we met. “Tell me this cunt is mine.”
When his rough palm slaps my ass hard, I scream it. “It’s yours!”
“Only fucking mine.” There’s an intensity in his green eyes that has a shiver running up my spine. “You want me to fill it up, don’t you? Fucking love it when I claim you, huh?”
His thrusts are getting faster, sharper. His voice alone is nearly enough to send me over again, but what I really need now is to feel him let go. “Come inside me, Eris. Please.”
Whatever he tries to say back is drowned out by a loud groan, his hips finally stilling and giving me what I crave. He stays there pinned deep inside of me, and I feel the pulsing of his cock as he floods my cunt, his hips twitching every few seconds. When he’s spent, he sets my legs down at his sides and leans in to kiss me, keeping me stuffed full. It’s a slow kiss, gentle, like we’ve got all the time in the world.
And you know what? Maybe we do.
AFTER A SHOWER AND a nice breakfast out, we come back to the house and I nearly trip over his boots just inside the door. Looking around, I notice his clothes, his jackets, an XBox controller that makes me wonder where the console is, and another full duffle bag I didn’t notice Friday.
This man is moving into my fucking house.
A little exasperated, I turn toward him. “Eris, sweet pea, don’t take this the wrong way... but are you homeless?”
The question makes him snort. “No.”
Okay, that wasn’t convincing at all.
“Do you have roommates or something? ”
“You don’t believe me, huh?” He closes the distance between us with his eyebrow raised and an amused expression. “Where do you think I kept Ralph if I’m homeless?”
“I honestly forgot you already had him. I never assumed you kept him anywhere, I thought you bought him and brought him straight here. I’m just... wondering why we never go to your place, that’s all.”
Biting his lip, he contemplates something for a second and then shrugs. “Want to go there now?”
Skeptical, I nod and pick my purse back up. “I’d love to.”
Eris walks ahead of me and opens the passenger door as I lock up, and when I meet him there, I see he’s staring down at his phone. It takes him a solid ten seconds to realize I’m waiting, and then he shoves it away and lifts me up without another word.
When he joins me, I have the strong urge to check his messages when he hands me his phone to pick the music, but I don’t. I have a feeling I’ll find out the truth soon enough either way .
It only takes a few minutes to get there, the row of peach and gray townhouses much nicer than I anticipated.
He parks next to one with a Steelers flag on the porch, and I finally realize what’s wrong with him. I knew he was too good to be true. “This is it.”
“I wanna break up,” I joke in a very serious tone. “Let me out.”
“What?” he spits out incredulously. “N-No. No, I don’t accept.”
He’s shaking his head, completely missing the joke as he locks the doors hastily.
That’s not creepy at all. It’s a good thing I actually do trust him.
“You’re a Steelers fan, it’s against the law for us to be together.”
Realization dawns on him, making a laugh bubble out of his chest. “Is my little burrito a Browns fan? Ah, it’s okay. You just don’t know any better yet.”
Oh god. Yeah, that’s definitely the thing that’s wrong with him.
“All the places you lived with your dad, and you chose the Steelers?” I groan. “Whatever. I bet you’ve got bodies in your freezer too, but let’s go see for ourselves I guess. ”
“Hey, this is where he’s from and the team he shoved down our throats. You like when I shove things down your throat,” he says teasingly. “What’s one more thing?”
He gets out of the truck and helps me out, and I choose not to tell him that his shit will end up in the front yard the first time he shit talks my Browns. They suck, they’ve always sucked and they’ll suck for the rest of my life, but they’re mine.
The inside of his house is fucking stunning other than all the dirty hoodies slung over the back of the leather couch. It’s nicer than mine, actually. So why all the secrecy?
“See? It exists.” He waves his hand around. “Nothing special. Your house is just better than mine.”
Sure it’s a little messy, but aside from the obvious signs of this house belonging to a man, it’s actually quite cozy. Two black leather sectionals, a fireplace, a huge flatscreen TV. The kitchen counters are littered with take out boxes and plastic containers, but the gas stove and fridge look brand new — he even has a dishwasher.
Taking my hand, he leads me over to a room I assume is his, and I’m surprised to see how bare it is. There’s only a queen size bed in the center and a small TV on top of a dresser. “Wanna fuck?”
I would... but he has a fucking Steelers flag hanging over the bed. I’m more likely to throw up on him than come on him. “No, thanks. Maybe once we get back to my house and I make you put on one of my Browns jerseys. I’m surprised you didn’t see them when you hung up your company shirts in my closet.”
“I did. I used them when you ran out of toilet paper.”
He has the audacity to try and kiss me, doubling down when I swat him away. Giving in feels good, though. That kiss feels good.
“I guess we finally found something to bully each other about. And now I understand why you’re trying to move in with me already — I wouldn’t want to live here either.”
Chuckling, he lays me back on his bed and slots between my legs. “We were bound to find something eventually, huh?”
I guess. I just wish it wasn’t this. Frowning, I kiss him one more time. “Mmhm. ”
“Mmhm,” he tosses back, lips capturing mine again.
How quickly he gets us both out of our clothes could win some type of an award, and before I know it he’s deep inside of me, making me forget football as a whole. “You tried to break up with me,” he whispers, hips moving slower than ever before. “How long have you known you’re my girl?”
I also tried to tell him no to sex, but I didn’t mean that either. “Who said I know anything of the sort?”
The scent of him on the sheets sends me over faster than I want to admit, and when he follows me a moment later, I can’t even roll my eyes at his huge smile. It’s too damn cute. “Glad we got to fuck in my bed at least once. Wanna go home now?”
Home. My home. The place where I lived alone, I thought. “Can I ask you something first?”
My question has him instantly nervous, but he nods anyway. “Yeah. What’s up?”
“Are you moving in?”
“Shit,” he huffs, pulling away slightly so he can fidget around. “Am I imposing? I wasn’t trying to. It’s just where I want to be because you’re there, and I thought you wanted me there too, so I didn’t really think about it beyond each day. I guess I have been leaving a lot of shit there for convenience, and maybe that’s something I should have asked about first? Fuck.”
He’s rambling, but it’s actually kind of cute. “Eris, relax. I know we barely know each other but I like having you around. I just don’t like not knowing what’s going on right under my nose. Neither of us have kids or pets to worry about and you clearly have a place to come back to, so if you want to move in, move in.”
He’s frowning still like none of my words have fully sunk in, and when they do his face slowly relaxes. “Really?”
It’s probably a terrible idea, but what better way to find out if we’re really compatible? Everything will stay in my name, so if we break up, what’s the harm?
Even as I have the thought, something tells me we’re not breaking up. We’re not even technically together yet which I find hilarious, but it’s fun to watch him squirm about it.
Besides, if we’re gonna jump the gun here, we might as well do everything backward. “Why not? ”
Eris smiles that cheesy grin that makes me blush and kisses me before I can back out. “Okay, if you insist. You don’t have to beg, baby. I’ll move in.”
Oh, hell. My stomach squirms with excitement, but my brain reminds me to keep my wits about me. I either just changed the rest of my life for the better... or ruined it.
Time will tell.