Chapter 31
Chapter
Thirty-One
Wraith blinked.
“Only if you wish.” Konrad glanced away. “It’s fine if you just want to bathe in peace.”
Konrad was so hard to read. Wraith was used to Konrad angry or disgusted by him. Or at least annoyed and wanting Wraith gone. When they had sex, it had been enjoyable, and Konrad had been kind during and after. But then Konrad had gone back to being mean.
But this Konrad, the Konrad who’d talked to him like he was a person, who’d asked him questions about Umbra, who’d apologised for how he’d behaved, well, Wraith was not displeased with this Konrad.
Still, Wraith would not let his guard down completely. What if Konrad switched back?
“I can leave for a little while, to give you some privacy whilst you bathe.” Konrad stood.
“No.” Wraith held up a hand. He stared at it for a second, surprised he’d spoken. But truth was, he did not want Konrad to leave. Not when he was behaving like this. His gaze darted to the steaming bath.
And he’d enjoyed sex with Konrad. A lot. If he was honest, he’d like to do it again. Even if he doubted he could trust Konrad to continue being kind to him.
“I mean— Is the bath even big enough for the two of us do you think?” Wraith asked.
“I think so. And if it isn’t, maybe I can just assist in washing you.”
Wraith’s cheeks heated at the thought of Konrad’s big warm hands, covered in suds, running over his wet body. Wraith’s skin tingled.
Konrad held out his hand. “Although, if we bathe together, I can’t promise that you won’t feel dirty by the end of it.”
Is this flirting?
He’d heard of flirting and seen others do it. But Wraith did not know how to flirt. The ghosts he’d had interactions with hadn’t expected him to. So Wraith just said, “Okay,” and took Konrad’s hand. He rose and stepped over Umbra, who lay sleeping on the floor.
Walking backwards, Konrad led Wraith towards the bath. Steam rose, and the smell of vanilla floated in the air. Piles of shiny bubbles glistened on the water.
Konrad dipped his fingers into the tub. “Still nice and warm.”
Then he slid his hands down the front of Wraith’s body. Wraith sucked in a breath.
“Would you like help getting out of these clothes?” Konrad asked.
“Yes, please.”
“You’re very polite.” Konrad undressed Wraith, placing each garment on a stool by the bathtub until Wraith stood completely naked.
Konrad looked him up and down. “You’re very beautiful.” He cupped Wraith’s bare hip. He stroked Wraith’s hip bone with his thumb.
“Thank you,” Wraith said softly.
Konrad began to remove his own clothes.
But Wraith reached out. “Let me. Please.” He wanted to be an active participant.
“Of course.” Konrad dropped his hands.
Wraith’s heartbeat quickened as he undid the emerald-green buttons of Konrad’s tunic. His fingers shook slightly. He hesitated before pushing the fabric aside, revealing the muscles and bare skin of Konrad’s torso. Konrad shrugged the tunic from his shoulders, and it fell to the floor.
Wraith’s cock filled, bobbing in the air. Then he reached for the lacing on Konrad’s hose. The fabric stretched across Konrad’s erection. It seemed that Wraith was not the only one affected. After a moment’s pause, he rubbed Konrad’s shaft through the fabric.
Konrad groaned, tilting his head back. Wraith undid the lacing. He reached in and wrapped his fingers around the thick, long length. It felt heavy in his palm. He tugged Konrad’s cock free. He stroked, and Konrad gasped.
Then Wraith dropped to his knees. He tugged the hose down to Konrad’s ankles. Then he removed Konrad’s boots. Konrad stepped out of his hose. The scent of Konrad’s arousal lingered in the air. He stared at Konrad’s flushed dick.
Wraith’s mouth watered. He remembered Konrad sucking his cock. Wraith wanted to do the same. But his nerves got the best of him, and he stood.
Completely naked, Konrad stepped into the bath. As he turned to get in, Wraith stared at his rounded arse and thick thighs. But then that delicious vision disappeared beneath the suds and water.
Konrad settled in and spread his legs wide. He gestured between them. “There is plenty of room for you here.”
Wraith stepped into the bath and settled between Konrad’s legs. Konrad’s stiff prick pressed against his arse. Wraith shifted his hips, and Konrad moaned.
After a second, Konrad reached over the side of the tub. He grabbed a bottle of something and a washcloth. He poured the contents of the bottle on the cloth. A sweet-smelling scent with floral notes filled the air.
“Let me wash you.” Konrad wiped the washcloth over Wraith’s chest.
Wraith sighed. He tilted his head back, resting it on Konrad’s shoulder.
Konrad nipped at his jaw. “You really are lovely.” The cloth moved down beneath the water, washing his stomach. Wraith’s muscles tensed. Konrad’s other hand wandered, stroking Wraith’s pecs. “Every inch of you is stunning.” He pinched Wraith’s nipple.
Wraith cried out, back arching. He gripped Konrad’s thighs.
“And you are so responsive.” Fingers scraped along the skin of Wraith’s chest whilst Konrad’s other hand moved lower still, diving further beneath the water. The cloth slid, straight past Wraith’s dick. It moved to his thighs and then down to his balls, massaging them.
Wraith whimpered.
“And you smell so good. So intoxicating.” Konrad pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. His cock bumped and rubbed against Wraith’s arse. Wraith wiggled his hips, and Konrad’s cock moved between his arse cheeks, sliding between them.
The cloth moved up and wrapped around Wraith’s dick. Konrad squeezed.
“Ah!” Wraith cried out.
Konrad discarded the cloth, letting it float in the water. His hand circled Wraith’s prick and stroked. Wraith thrust his hips into the tight grip.
“You like that?” Konrad growled. “You like me stroking your cock?”
Wraith nodded as Konrad continued to work him. Words were beyond him. But he could manage the sounds of pleasure that kept falling from his lips.
“Dragon gods. The noises you make. They drive me wild. I could come just listening to you.” Konrad pressed kisses to the side of Wraith’s face. Then his tongue circled his ear. He nibbled on the lobe.
Wraith’s toes curled in the water as the pleasure built. Konrad’s grip of Wraith’s cock tightened. Water spilled over the side of the tub as Wraith thrust into Konrad’s fist. All the while, Konrad rocked his hips, rubbing his rigid dick between Wraith’s arse cheeks.
Whilst Konrad continued to stroke him, he reached down with his other hand and fondled Wraith’s balls, tugging on them gently. Wraith closed his eyes, lost in bliss.
“I want to fuck you again.” Konrad’s warm breath brushed Wraith’s ear.
Wraith shivered.
“I need to feel your tight heat gripping my dick. I need to spill my seed inside you. May I?”
“Yes!” Wraith cried out, pushing back against Konrad’s cock. He wanted Konrad filling him and coming inside him.
Konrad’s hand released Wraith’s prick. He gripped Wraith’s hips, urging him up. Water splashed, and Wraith gripped the sides of the bathtub as he lifted. His arse and dick hovered above the water. Konrad tugged Wraith’s arse cheeks apart.
Something warm swiped between his cheeks. Wraith yelped. Konrad’s tongue swirled around his entrance.
Wraith panted, fingers trembling against the bathtub. Konrad’s tongue teased his rim, swiping up and down, before pressing firmly against him. The tip slid inside.
Wraith shouted. He hadn’t known this was possible.
The tongue retreated, and Konrad reached for something by the tub. Wraith heard bottles and jars being knocked around. Then, a second later, a slippery finger pressed against Wraith’s entrance. It plunged inside.
“Gods. You’re so tight.” Konrad’s finger pressed deep and wiggled.
Wraith panted. He hung his head.
A second finger joined the first. They pushed deep. Konrad scissored them apart. “I can’t wait to be inside you. I’m so hard for you.” Suddenly his fingers disappeared, leaving Wraith gaping and empty.
“Hurry,” Wraith begged as Konrad fumbled beside the bath once more.
Something clattered. There was another splash. Then, a moment later, Konrad was urging him down. Wraith let himself be led, lowering into the water.
The blunt head of Konrad’s dick pressed against his entrance.
Wraith held his breath. He tightened his fingers around the bathtub’s edge. He bore down. Konrad’s prick pushed against his entrance. Their groans filled the air as the head penetrated.
Wraith exhaled and kept lowering himself. His body shook as Konrad’s cock stretched him wide, splitting him open. It burned.
“That’s it. Take me deep inside you,” Konrad whispered.
Finally, Wraith was sitting on Konrad’s lap, dick buried completely inside him. Konrad’s hands roamed over Wraith’s chest, stroking and soothing.
“You feel so good wrapped around my dick,” Konrad said.
“You feel so good too.” Wraith moved his hips. He lifted, feeling Konrad’s dick drag inside his channel. He shivered.
Konrad gripped his hips, guiding him to move. Wraith pressed his feet against the bottom of the tub. His hands remained tight on the bathtub’s edge. He used that as leverage to lift and then lower himself on Konrad’s cock.
“That’s it. Feel my cock sliding in and out of your body,” Konrad growled. He thrust up, jolting Wraith. “You feel so incredible. So perfect. I’m going to fill you with my cum.”
Water sloshed as they got into a rhythm, Wraith riding Konrad whilst Konrad fucked up into him. Moans and cries of pleasure fell from Wraith’s lips. It was all too much. Too much sensation. Too much pleasure.
Then Konrad’s hand wrapped around Wraith’s dick and stroked.
Wraith keened. His whole body tensed. His cock in Konrad’s hand jerked as his orgasm hit. Pulse after pulse of spend spilled into the water.
Then Konrad’s fingers on his hips tightened. He thrust into Wraith, burying himself over and over as he grunted. Then he shoved up and held still. He shuddered as he filled Wraith with his seed.
Wraith sagged against Konrad, who wrapped his arms around Wraith. Water dripped onto the floor. Beside the bathtub were suds and scattered vials and bottles.
“I did say that you might still feel dirty after the bath,” Konrad said, voice hoarse.
Wraith gave a weak laugh.