Wraith collapses on top of me and I wrap my arms and legs around him, enjoying his weight and the slick heat of his skin. He’s breathing into my neck, his hand tangled in my hair. I lift his hair off his neck and twist it up to help him cool down.
He doesn’t move for so long that I wonder if he’s fallen asleep, but then he finally shifts when his softened cock slips out of me. As he rolls onto his side, I hate myself for missing his weight on me. This is nothing but a convenient hookup.Don’t get weird about it, Bouche.
“Fucking hell,” Wraith says, his tone lighter now. “You are something else, Bouche.”
“Yeah, you too.”
His hand is still resting on my chest, and I let myself have this, let myself enjoy it, even let myself wish it was more than what it is. Jesus, am I that lonely?
I wonder if he’s going to get up and leave right away. I should want him to, but I really don’t. I want more.
“Want to take a shower?” Wraith asks.
“Oh, I’m allowed to now?”
Wraith gives me a sexy grin. “You earned it.”
“How gracious of you.”
His eyes roam from my eyes to my mouth and back again. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to join you in that shower, and a little later, I’d like to suck you off before I leave.”
I should definitely say no and keep the boundaries between us firm, but I already know I’m not going to. I want that too. I want to be fucked and sucked by this sexy man every day if I can.
“Yeah, you can hang out.”
“Cool.”
“Do you need a drink? I have beer, Gatorade, water.”
“Water is fine.”
Nodding, I slide out of bed, peeling off my messy jock and then walking to the kitchen naked.
When I come back, Wraith is sitting on the edge of the bed, dragging one hand through his tangled hair, holding his phone in the other.
“Everything okay?”
He nods, tossing the phone down and smiling. “Just lettingmy brothers know I’ll be out longer in case anyone’s looking for me.”
“Your brothers?” I hand him the bottled water then sit next to him on the bed. I’m sure I smell pretty rank at this point, but he seems to get off on that.
“Not biologically, but family just the same.” He twists the cap off the water and drinks. “We work and live together.”
“How many do you have?”
“Eight plus me at the moment.”
“Wow. That’s a lot.”
“It’s good.”
“What do you do for work? Some kind of pseudo-family business?”
“You can call it that.”
“Is that all you’re gonna say?”
He turns his intense gaze to me with a raised eyebrow. “Do you actually want to know or are we just making post-nut small talk?”
