I choose a spot in the guest parking, then make my way to his apartment on the sixth floor. When I’m finally inside his place, I toe off my shoes in the entry and hang up my coat. It’s cold as fuck in here, so I find the thermostat and crank the heat before turning on a few lights.
The place is nice enough. Leather couch, minimal decor. It definitely looks like a bachelor pad, but it’s nicer than a shady hotel room somewhere and safer than bringing a stranger back to my home.
Just a few minutes later, the intercom buzzes. I walk over and press the button to let Wraith in. There’s no way it would be anyone else. Instead of nerves, my body floods with pure sexual desire. Am I gonna let him fuck me? I don’t know.
The knock at the door tells me I better decide soon. As soon as I open it, Wraith pushes his way in, pressing himself against me as his hand moves to grip the back of my neck. He claims my mouth, kissing me like a man possessed, and I instantly melt into him, pushing his jacket off his shoulders. My hands slide into his silky hair, and I twist the locks around my fingers as he deepens the kiss.
Jesus, this man kisses like he needs it to breathe. My cock twitches as my body heats, and suddenly it doesn’t feel so cold in here anymore.
“You’re so fucking sexy on the ice,” Wraith whispers, gently biting my bottom lip. “So powerful.”
I tilt my head back when his lips move to my neck, nibbling, sucking, his hands sliding up and down my body.
“I want to fuck you,” he says. “Can I fuck you, Bouche?”
I release a shaky breath. I’m too in my head to make this good.
“Hey.” Wraith steps back just far enough to meet my gaze. His hand is still wrapped around the back of my neck, and he’s close enough that his warm breath fans across my face. “You don’t bottom?”
“Been a while,” I grunt out.
“But you like it?” his tone softens, dipping into a sexy, raspy place that definitely does it for me. “You want to, but you’re scared.”
“I’m not fucking scared.”
“Mmm.” He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. “Unsure, then. Don’t trust me with it.”
How does he know that? I manage a grunt in response.
“I think I get it,” he says. “You don’t like to give up control if you don’t have to, and bottoming makes you think that’s what you’re doing.”
My brow creases, but I don’t reply.
“But you’re wrong, D-Man. The bottom is always in control. Ithink the real issue is that you don’t let yourself have things you really want. That’s why we’re sneaking around, right?”
“Fuck off, man.”
Wraith chuckles. “Did I hit a nerve?”
“You don’t know me.”
“I know your type.” His hand slides down my back to my ass, and he gives it a rough squeeze. “You’re in a super masculine environment so you spend a lot of your energy blending in with the guys, am I right? When’s the last time you really indulged and let yourself have whatever you want?”
“I’m here right now. With you.”
A subtle smile pulls at his lips, and my breath softly catches. Fucking hell, this man is beautiful.
“I have a proposition for you.”
I huff out a breath. I just want him to get on his knees and put my dick in his mouth.
“What if, while we’re here, when we’re together, I give you permission to do whatever you want? You can be whoever you want with not a single ounce of judgment from me.”
My stomach flips with nerves. Could I do that? Could I get out of my head long enough to really let myself enjoy this for more than a quick and sloppy blow job?
I want to. Fuck, I want to, but… “I don’t know how to let go.”
His gaze softens at my admission and he nods. “That’s why I’m here. I can help.”
