Any second now, he’ll erect a wall between us and pretend he didn’t shoot his load all over my stomach.
Except he doesn’t, because nothing about Wolfson Strakh is normal.
Leaning down, he drags his tongue through the mess on my abdomen.
What the—?
My brain blanks.My entire body reignites, and I stare at him, stunned.Fucking stunned.
This isn’t how it goes.This isn’t what people do.Not after they dodge my hands and claim to be straight.
He pauses to lick along the grooves of my abs, and Jesus fucking Christ, I almost come from the shock alone.Then he nibbles upward toward my chest, my neck, the hinge of my jawline.By the time he reaches my mouth, I’m panting and hard again.
He doesn’t kiss me.He touches.Slow, careful palms skim up my sides, and fuck, it feels so fucking good.My skin ripples under his hands.I don’t know this feeling.I don’t know how to handle tenderness.
He works over my ribs, my hips, then settles into my chest like he’s trying to knead the damage out of me.It’s not sex.It’s not aftercare.It’s a goddamn massage.
And it’s wrecking me.
I haven’t felt this loose in years.Maybe not ever.I forgot how to relax until he showed up with these quiet hands and that deep, rumbling sigh.
My whole world shrinks to the caress of his palms and the weight of him hovering over me, not to dominate, not to destroy, but to give me this strange, foreign thing.
Gentleness.
“Goddammit.”I groan, limp and aching.“What the hell are you doing to me?”
“I don’t know.”His brows pinch, and he pulls back, seemingly confused.
“Time to wave that freak flag, Wolf.”
“Um, hello?”He gestures at the smudged guyliner around his eyes and the pearl earrings dangling from his ears.“I’ve been waving that flag my whole life.”
“Love that about you.”I swallow.
“I’m not gay.”He stands, complexion paling.
“Neither am I.”
“I’m not like you.”He flicks his fingers at me.“Bi-, pan-, poly—”
“Don’t put me in a box.My sexual fluidity exists on a spectrum and shifts from one person to the next.”
“Whatever.I’m not into men.”
“Maybe what you’re attracted to has nothing to do with gender or identity.”
“Okay, enlighten me, Freud.What am I into, exactly?”
“Danger.”I flash a smile, all teeth.“But don’t worry.I’ll make sure you enjoy the damage.”
“Cool story, bro.”His lips press into a thin line, the heat and confusion from a moment ago gone as he heads to the door.“I gotta bounce.”
“I’ll be out in a minute to start on the lower part of the leg sleeve.”
Truth is, I feel like I’m going to die.Fever continues to ride me hard, and cold sweat clings to my spine.But I’ll push through it.
“Yeah, you do that, and I’ll get your body bag ready.”The door shuts behind him, leaving silence in his wake.
