CHAPTER 11
Paxon
What the fuckhas gotten into me?
I’m about to let Wraith into my home and I followed his instructions like a loyal dog. Lying on my bed in my jock and nothing else, unshowered, with my lubed fingers in my ass, is a mindfuck I can’t even process. What is it about Wraith that makes me let my guard down so quickly?
I’ve never considered myself a submissive person, not even a little bit, but his soft commands scratch a part of my brain I didn’t know was itchy until he poked at it.
I need this. Need to be dicked down so thoroughly that I stop thinking about anything but pleasure. I’ve earned that much, haven’t I?
A few minutes later, there’s a knock at my front door. I left it slightly cracked so he could let himself in, so I don’t get up.
My nerves kick in as I hear him moving in my direction. When he enters the room, he lets out a low whistle.
“Fuck,” he says. “Look at you.”
“This is what you wanted?”
“Yep.” He shrugs off his coat, letting it fall to the floor. “You are so goddamn sexy.” He pulls his shirt over his head. “Did you shower?”
“No.”
He moans, adjusting himself. “What have you been doing while you waited for me?”
Of course he wants me to talk. He obviously gets off on it. It’s outside of my wheelhouse, but I want that dick bad enough to do it. “Fingering myself.”
Wraith blows out a breath before his lips curl into a sexy smirk. He flicks the button open on his jeans then tugs them down, revealing nothing underneath. Just his hard cock springing free.
I lick my lips instinctively as my cock swells even more. I want him so bad I think he could get me to do anything.
“Take your hair down?”
Wraith tilts his head for a second, then reaches up to pull the hair tie out of his bun. His hair falls in auburn waves around his face, dusting his shoulders, and then I notice a blond streak in it that looks natural. He climbs on top of me, straddling my waist and hovering.
Before I can speak, he bends his head and buries it in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. His lips nuzzle my skin, sending prickling bursts of electricity skittering across my flesh. I close my eyes for a moment, then allow myself to reach up and drag my fingers through his hair.
That act seems to unlock something in him, and he crashes his mouth into mine, demanding my tongue. I give it willingly, gripping his hair and arching my body to meet more of his.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Wraith whispers as he grazes my neck with his teeth. “And you smell like fucking heaven.”
I almost laugh at that, but if he gets off on it, who the fuck am I to question it? He smells freshly showered—clean and crisp with a hint of earthiness, like fresh cut grass or a summer rainfall. His hair has a softer scent that reminds me of snuggling under a warm blanket.
Wraith’s kisses move down my body to my chest, where he nibbles and sucks my nipples before moving on to my belly. Thefarther he goes, the more my body reacts. My dick is almost painfully hard at this point, straining against the material of the jock I’m still wearing.
Wraith continues his path, burying his nose in the crease of my thigh. When he drags his hot tongue across my skin, I arch my back, desperate for more. This man knows what the fuck he’s doing. He moves up suddenly, inhaling deeply as he presses his face into my armpit, rubbing his cock against mine through my jock and lighting up every nerve in my body.
“Wraith,” I gasp. “Please.”
“Please what, baby? Ask and it’s yours.”
“Want you to fuck me.”
“I’m going to. I can’t wait to be inside you again, but I had to take some time to appreciate how good you were for me, saving all this so I could indulge in your scent.”
All I can do is moan.
“You want my cock inside you, Bouche?”
