“Yes,” I groan. “Please.”
Wraith plants his hands on my shoulders and rides me to the finish line. His body tenses, his cock swells even more, and then he’s breathing hard, snapping his hips, and emptying inside me. I wish the condom didn’t have to be there so I could feel that heat spreading through me then dripping out.
I’m so close, but if he lets off me too soon, I’m gonna lose it. Wraith isn’t a quitter though; he keeps slamming his hips into me well after he’s finished coming.
“Want to feel you come on my cock,” he says, leaning close to bite my earlobe. “Want to see you splash all over this couch like the dirty boy you are.”
Dirty boy?
“Can you do that for me?”
I nod, closing my eyes as my balls draw close to my body and my stomach tightens. I’m so close. If he would just touch me, I could get there, but he won’t. He’s trying to prove something.
“I want to taste your cum again,” Wraith whispers, grinding his hips into me and hitting my prostate so perfectly that I cry out as I finally fall over the edge. I’m gone.
The first rope of cum shoots out of me, leaving me lightheaded.
“That’s it.” Wraith kisses my shoulder again. “Such a good boy.”
He pulls out of me before roughly turning me so I’m facing him. Then he drops to his knees and sucks my cock, taking my release until I push his head away.
Wraith lays his head on my thigh as we both come down from what just happened. My head is spinning, but not the wayit was when we got here. Now it’s like… floating in a warm pool. My body tingles, my hole throbs from the pounding it took, and my cock twitches from the aftermath.
“Fuck,” Wraith says after a moment, getting to his feet and pressing against me again. He takes my mouth, sliding his tongue inside, and I kiss him back, tasting myself.
My hands move into his hair, holding his mouth to mine until we’re both gasping for air. Wraith leans against the couch beside me, and after a few seconds, he chuckles and discards the used condom.
“I knew you’d be a good fuck, but you exceeded my expectations.”
“Same,” I grunt. I want to take a shower, but not here. “Uh… we should…”
“Go?” Wraith asks, dragging a hand through his now unruly hair. “You don’t live here?”
“No. It’s my friend’s place. It was closer.”
“Hmm.” He bends down and grabs his underwear from the floor.
I watch him for a moment before I join him in getting dressed. We’re quiet, the only exchanges between us silent glances, and I don’t know what I’m feeling right now, but it’s different from what I normally get after a hookup. It’s… solid. More defined.
“I want more of you,” Wraith says, his expression determined, voice strong.
I don’t know what to say so I say nothing.
“Talk to me, Bouche. Did you like what we did?”
“Obviously.”
“And you want to do it again?”
I shrug and he chuckles.
“Oh, baby, you don’t know how to let yourself have fun, do you? I could show you how. Just like I did tonight.” He cradles my chin in his hand, stepping closer. “I know what you need andI’ll keep your secret. I have no interest in your fame or your money or your name, I just want more of you.”
I should say yes. This is ideal. A sexy man who’s not clout chasing, who can fuck like a beast, and isn’t exactly hard on the eyes.
“Okay,” I say before I can think better of it.
“Because you want me too?”
