Chapter 26
Grizzly
I had picked up on the vibe from Paxton's dad that he wanted to give us space.
He’d kept asking questions about me, which I answered despite my better judgment. I was usually pretty private, since I didn't feel comfortable sharing about my past. No one wanted the mood brought down by hearing about negligent parents.
Plus, it wasn't like they could do anything to change it. At least I hadn't thought they could.
Paxton's anger on my behalf had soothed me in a way I'd never experienced, and his dad's fury right alongside it had cracked the high walls of the castle I’d tucked myself behind.
I pushed the thoughts away as Paxton pulled me into his bedroom—though really, he didn't have to pull at all. I'd come willingly.
When the door closed and he began pulling our clothes off, I wanted to savor every second, but I also felt like it couldn't happen fast enough.
This thing between us had been building for months.
We'd taken it slow for the most part, keeping our time together to cuddles and me embracing my softer side.
Now, Little me was taking a backseat to give Big me time to enjoy Daddy.
As my cock hardened, I panted, needing Paxton's hands on me in a way that went beyond comfort.
"Please," I groaned as his hands ran over my body. He didn’t stop until he reached my chest, where he paused for only a second before pressing his face between my pecs.
At the same time, his hands squeezed them tightly together.
It was intoxicating to see how much he appreciated my body. There was no question of his attraction, no shadow of doubt that he found me handsome and appealing. No one could fake this level of need.
I wasn't loud or vocal by nature. The exception was when it came to advocating for my clients. Paxton, however, made me want to scream from the rooftops. He made me want to demand things I had no business demanding.
His tongue trailed across my hairy chest, nipping here and there until he reached my nipples. He teased the sensitive buds for just a moment before moving his hands down to my pants. I'd come in jeans and a t-shirt, my comfort winning out over any attempt to look impressive.
Paxton's dad had seen me polished—between the time he'd stopped by the office and draft day, he knew I cleaned up well. So it was nothing for Paxton to undo my jeans and slide them down along with my boxers in one swift motion.
I had only a second to register that I was fully naked before his hand wrapped around my hard length.
"Daddy!" I panted, need taking over my ability to speak.
He mumbled against my skin, his face pressed so close I couldn't make it out.
"What?" I asked.
He pulled back until his gaze met mine. Hot, fiery, and blown wide, his pupils swallowed the color of his eyes almost entirely. He was damn near undone already, and I had barely touched him. He was the one doing everything.
Yet, all I could think was… I did this to him.
"Baby," he started, though his hand kept stroking me slowly. "I wish I could explain how gorgeous you are right now. How much I want to take my time with you. How I want to sink into you and live there—every day, every breath, for the rest of time on this plane."
I shivered at the picture he painted. I was fully open to him having anything he wanted from me, any time, any place. That would be a later conversation. The focus now was experiencing him for the first time. It was all I’d been able to think about for weeks.
Paxton Wells had swept into my life unexpectedly and taken over every thought I had since. Whether it was him in the role of my Daddy or as the star of every fantasy I played out alone at night, there was no getting rid of him.
I didn't want to.
"Please," I said. "I need you inside me. I don't want to come yet."
I moved my hand down over his, pleading with him to stop. I was too close already, and even with him slowing his pace, I knew I couldn't hold on much longer.
He gripped me tightly for one torturous moment before pulling back completely. "Okay, baby. Let me take care of you."
By unspoken agreement, we both understood he would be in charge here, even though I was bigger.
Honestly, my submission with Paxton was a constant thing.
As his agent, I played the role properly—the meetings, the contracts, the discussions with Royce and Kenneth about placement and sponsorship opportunities they thought would fit.
But any other time, I didn't make decisions.
I wasn't the firm one, the leader. With him, I got to sit back.
"Get up on the bed, baby. I need to open you up."
He looked around the room, his expression dipping into a brief frown.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Lube?"
The single word made my cock jerk as the image formed in my mind. "Drawer? Nightstand?"
Paxton shook his head, then laughed softly at himself. "I forgot myself for a moment. It's in the nightstand."
He watched as I backed onto the bed, shifting until I was propped against the headboard. My gaze stayed locked on him as he stripped the rest of his clothes away, his hard length coming into full view. My mouth watered at the sight.
Fuck. I wanted to get my mouth on him before he sank into me, but there was no time. Not when I was already dangerously close, and he was focused on giving me exactly what I'd asked for.
Unbothered by his nudity like most athletes, Paxton crossed to the nightstand and grabbed what he needed. With the lube in hand, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs.
"I want you on your side." He tapped my hip, motioning which direction. I turned, facing the window, and he moved my thigh up, bringing my knee higher.
"Damn," he breathed, his hand cupping my ass and pulling me apart gently. "This ass is incredible, baby. I will never get enough of it."
I whimpered, hands fisting into the blanket beneath me.
Cold lube slipped between my cheeks, and then Paxton's finger was there, pressing carefully against me.
"Relax for me. Let me in. I want to make this good for you. Trust Daddy. I won’t let you hurt. All I want is to spoil you."
I took a breath, forcing myself to relax. It wouldn't do either of us any good for me to stay locked up tight. Shifting slightly, I tilted my hips to give him more access.
"Yes, that's it," he panted, finger slipping inside.
The long digit eased into me slowly. It wasn't painful, just different.
I didn't explore that way often, partly due to time constraints and partly because it had never felt like this with anyone else.
Even as he added a second finger and later a third, the discomfort stayed minimal, most likely because of the steady stream of praise he kept raining down.
"That's it, baby. You feel so good. God, I can't wait to be inside you. You're so perfect. So tight. I’ll be lucky if I last a full minute. I’m obsessed with these thick thighs. Fuck me, you’re so goddamn gorgeous. I could stare at you for hours."
His words pushed me closer to the edge, and he read it in the flutter of my body around his fingers. He eased back, then I heard the distinct crinkle of a condom wrapper.
"Remember to breathe for me. I'll go slow."
The head of his cock pressed against me, wider than his fingers had been. More firm too. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused everything I had on letting my muscles loosen one by one until I was as boneless as I could manage against the sheets.
With every inch he slid into me, I felt like my life was slotting into place.
"Daddy," I whimpered. It felt like the only word I knew anymore. But he made me dumb. He made me forget everything else except how to beg.
"We're almost there," he grunted.
When I felt his hips meet mine and heard his long, low moan, I knew he was fully buried inside me.
"Goddamn," he murmured. His hands stroked over my hip, squeezing and kneading as he curled around my back, his face dropping to my neck. He peppered kisses there, hips staying still. I tightened around him, unable to hold back. Need pulsed through me like a second heartbeat.
"Please…" I turned to look at him over my shoulder.
His expression was one I would never forget. Open and desperate, right on the edge of feral in a way I hadn't known a person could look and still be completely beautiful.
I knew exactly what would work. "Daddy.”
"Fuck," he exhaled. Then his hips drew back and snapped forward.
I gasped, arching hard into the movement.
"You want Daddy's cock, baby?" His hands gripped me firmly, pinning me to the bed as he rolled me onto my stomach. With my length trapped beneath me, I had the added friction of the sheets as he pulled back and drove forward again and again, a rhythm forming that was entirely his own.
"Daddy," I cried out.
"That's it," he grunted. "Who do you belong to? Take it. I want to feel you wrapped around me."
I shook with how close I was. My voice broke as I chanted, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," over and over, and his movements grew wilder, the rhythm dissolving the further he went.
"Come. Come on my cock like the good boy you are."
I threw my head back and wailed, my release soaking the sheets beneath as my orgasm pulled me completely apart.
Paxton managed one more thrust before locking his hips.
"Yes! My perfect boy!"
His fingers pressed into my hips to keep me still, as if he thought I’d go anywhere. With the feel of him still pulsing inside me, I had zero plans of moving. When he finished, his body slumped over mine like a weighted blanket.
I giggled at the mental comparison. He pinched my side.
"What's so funny?" His voice was gravel, deep and coated in a post-sex haze. "You shouldn't be laughing right now."
I didn't answer. I just smiled into the pillow.
I had known I was addicted to him, to his touch, to the way he lit me up, but learning that he could do this just as well as everything else settled my nerves about our compatibility. He was my perfect Daddy.
Paxton stayed close as his breathing slowed, and when he eased out, he reached for a towel and cleaned us both up without being asked.
It was a relief to lie still and let him.
For as well as he took care of me during our play time together, he went above and beyond here too, his hands gentle and unhurried.
Sleep was already pulling at the edges of my awareness when he climbed back in bed behind me. He drew the blanket over us once he was fully pressed against me.
"Rest, baby," he said. "You need it."
There was no arguing with that. My body was wrung out. Besides, it would only be for a little while. His dad was due back at some point, and while the word "caught" implied we were doing something wrong—which we weren't—I genuinely didn’t know how the man would react to finding us like this.
I had no desire to find out.