by H Q Kingsley
Paddox's place was way more modest. A little loft that had art on the walls and little sculptures on the shelves and a big easel set up by the window that overlooked the city.
The furniture was soft and comfortable-looking, and nothing seemed overly-expensive or in-your-face-wealthy-rich-kid.
I smiled as I looked around. Paddox was just chock full of surprises, and so much of me enjoyed that about him. He wasn’t anything his file had led me to believe he’d be. He was...a person. A good person, and it was starting to get difficult to remember that he was that file, that file that had brought me there.
He was in the kitchen pouring drinks, and I walked through his living room, just checking everything out.
If I didn't already know he was basically a crime lord, I'd never have been able to tell from the way he acted and the way he lived. He was soft and kind and maybe even a little dorky, and I could understand why people thought he was weird.
But it was weird that apparently I was into. I was drawn to it in ways that I couldn’t explain.
I turned to see him coming into the room with two glasses in his hand.
He grinned as he handed me one, and our fingers brushed for a quick moment, and I felt my cheeks warm.
I was totally losing it. Just his touch made me blush, made me remember how good his lips felt against mine.
“Thanks,” I said, but no sooner than I’d gotten the word out, Paddox was leaning in, taking a hold of my face with his free hand and pulling me closer to him.
My heart picked up speed and my face went as hot as the sun as he hovered over me, teasing me with the promise of another mind-blowing kiss.
He pressed his nose against mine, grazing against me, taking his time before he took my lips.
His kiss was soft and light. He gave me small, quick pecks, pulling back a little after each one and leaving me craving more, something deeper, longer.
I made a sound that I’d never heard myself make. Something between a pant and a whine, and he smirked. A crooked, goofy but confident kind of smirk that made my knees go a little weak.
He leaned in and kissed me again, but a real kiss this time. No more pecks. A deep, mind-melting kiss that made me pour into his arms.
He licked along the seam of my lips before pressing his tongue into my mouth again.
He tasted like booze, and it made my head spin.
I reached for him, wanting to tug him in even closer, completely forgetting about the glass in my hand, which shattered on the floor when I dropped it.
We sprang apart at the sound, and I made a face down at the shattered glass.
"Shit, sorry. I'm sorry," I said in a rush, bending down to try and pick up the biggest shards.
"It's fine," Paddox said. "Let me get the broom. I don't want you to cut yourself."
I swallowed hard and stood back up, moving away from the glass and taking a second to breathe. God, what was I doing?
I was supposed to be getting close to Paddox, but not that close. Not so close that I forgot what the hell I was doing.
His tongue had been in my mouth, and I'd been one second away from trying to dry hump him, for fuck's sake. Like, yeah, he was attractive as hell, and he was smarter and funnier than I'd expected, but I had a job to do. I couldn't forget that.
Paddox was charming and a damn good kisser, but I had to remember that he and his brother were dangerous. They were responsible for so much of the bad shit that went on in the city, and I couldn't lose sight of that.
I wandered around for a bit, trying to clear my head and looking for anything that might help my investigation. But it wasn't like he just had important information laying around on the table or anything.
I jumped when Paddox came back with the broom and started cleaning up the mess I'd made.
"I really am sorry," I said. "I should have had a better grip on it."
"Hey, it's okay. Don't worry about it," he replied, flashing me a smile. He didn't even seem upset at all.
"It just seems like it was a nice glass,” I said, still a little flustered. “You know, heavy. Expensive. That kind of thing."
Paddox laughed and shook his head. "It really wasn't, don't worry."
"Why not?"
He glanced up at me, his brows pulled in confusion. "What do you mean, why not?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.
"I just...I don't know.” I shrugged. “I thought you'd be living this lavish lifestyle, you know? With expensive furniture and some big penthouse or something."
He laughed again, and it made his eyes sparkle while he looked at me. "I think you've got me confused with my brother. He's the one who's into all that kinda stuff. He's got the big ass house and the stupid Hummer than he doesn't even need. I think his sheets and his towels cost more than my car. But that's just how he is. I've always been different. I like stuff simple, you know?"
I nodded. "Yeah?"
Paddox shrugged. "Yeah. Like, when we were kids, we didn't have a lot. We basically grew up in group homes and foster homes and all that. Bounced around a lot, and the places weren't nice. Every time a teacher or a concerned parent or whatever gave me a piece of candy, it made me happy just to have something, you know? Patrick always wanted more, of course, but that's how he is. He's always scheming to get more, to get the biggest piece of whatever. He's always gotta be on top. But me?" He shrugged again. "I was happy to get what I could have. I like to live in the moment and not think too much about what comes next."
I processed that, updating my mental picture of the two of them with what Paddox had said. It made a lot of sense, honestly. Patrick was the schemer, the brains, and Paddox was just there, trying to enjoy the things he had while he had them. It made it hard to see him as one of the notorious Henderson Twins, and I was trying to make sense of it.
"If you like to live in the moment, then why do you do all this?" I asked, gesturing around me. I didn't know how to encompass all of their dirty work, their hold on the city.
"You ask a lot of questions," Paddox said, giving me a measured look before he went to put the broom away.
Shit. I had to pull back. I wanted to be curious but not suspicious. Not when everything was going so well.
"Sorry," I said, offering him a little smile. "I'm just curious about you, I guess. You're an interesting person, you know?"
A pain pulled in my chest. Was that guilt?
"Am I?" Paddox asked, but he was grinning, and I breathed a mental sigh of relief.
"Yeah," I said, closing the distance between us again. "I've never met anybody like you before."
"Is that a good thing?" It seemed like he genuinely wanted to know, and I felt the last of my resistance crumble. He was just too cute, too sincere. It was like he was wearing his heart on his sleeve, and it made me want to be careful with it.
I didn't understand how someone like this could be just as ruthless as someone like Patrick, but for the moment, I didn't care.
He was leaning in, cupping my face in both hands, and I was leaning up, meeting him halfway in another kiss.
I closed my eyes and turned my brain off, losing myself to it. It was easier than it should have been, and this time when Paddox licked into my mouth, I twined my tongue with his, making a soft noise that was meant to tell him how much I liked it.
He grabbed me again, his hands sliding down to my ass, and I let him, moaning softly when he slotted one leg between both of mine.
Blood rushed to my cock, and I was suddenly very hopeful about where the night was going to go. I waited for the alarm in the back of my head to go off and remind me what I was there for, but it didn't. All I could think about was Paddox and how much I wanted him. How good his mouth felt. How good his hands felt exploring my ass and how hard my dick was.
He kneaded the flesh of my ass through my jeans, and I rolled my hips, grinding against his thigh. In a panting, undignified kind of way that left me blushing, but I didn’t care.
His mouth moved from mine to kiss down my neck, and a low g
roan fell from my lips as a shiver worked its way up my spine.
He pressed open-mouthed kisses to my skin and then licked over my pulse point, making me grind down on him harder.
"So," he said, his voice low and dripping with need. His lips moved against my skin as he spoke. "You like my apartment?"
I swallowed hard. "Yeah, it's nice," I managed to get out, confused about why we were having a conversation in the middle of making out.
"The bedroom's even nicer," he said, and even though he was clearly egging me on, there was a sort of hopeful vulnerability to it that made me smile.
"Show me," I said, and he grinned, pulling back to take me by the hand and lead me down the hall.
His bedroom was just as minimal and comfortable as the rest of the apartment. There were clothes thrown on the floor, and his bed was barely made, but it looked warm and comfortable, and honestly, with how turned on I was, I couldn’t have cared less about the rest of it.
He was grabbing for me again, and I went willingly, letting him pull me closer and kiss me breathless. Fuck, he was good at that.
He started kissing me, and it was like every thought in my head flew out to land on the floor where I wanted our clothes to be. I wanted to see him naked, run my hands over those hard muscles and that soft skin. I wanted to see what he tasted like everywhere.
For the first time in probably too long, I let myself give in to my desires. I kissed him back and then reached down to pull on the hem of his shirt, dragging it up and over his head. I had to stop kissing him to lean back and get a good look at him, but fuck, it was worth it.
His chest was like a fucking miracle. His pecs were rock hard and defined, and he had better abs than most people I knew. A light trail of hair disappeared into his jeans, and I wanted to drop to my knees and follow it down with my tongue.
But he was reaching for me again, his fingers going to the buttons of my shirt, and I didn’t resist. I let him undo the buttons and push the shirt open, revealing my chest and stomach. I wasn’t as flat out ripped as he was, but I wasn’t a slouch, either, and judging from the way he was looking at me with approval in his eyes, he didn’t mind in the slightest.
I ran my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, and he pulled me back in for another kiss like he couldn't get enough.
"Bed?" he asked against my lips, and I nodded eagerly, already just a second away from yanking at his pants and trying to hump him.
"Fuck yes," I said, and he laughed, walking me backward until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed and we were going down with him on top of me.
I kept my hands on his shoulders and kissed him, arching up when he put a hand at the small of my back, lifting me so our bodies were pressed flush against each other.
We fit together perfectly, and I moaned when I felt him hard and ready through his jeans.
My cock was just as rigid as his, protesting the confines of the denim and my underwear. Paddox must have read my mind because he used his free hand to undo the zipper on my pants and work my jeans down my hips, taking my underwear with them.
I scrambled to help him, raising my hips up and working my bottoms down my legs until I could kick them off.
And then I was naked under him, and I could feel Paddox's eyes raking over every inch of me.
They traveled down my flat stomach to the patch of hair between my legs and my cock, hard and flushed as it curved up toward my belly.
I licked my lips and was just about to beg him to touch me when he did, wrapping one big hand around my cock and stroking slowly.
My head fell back, and I moaned his name in a hard, panting breath.
It had been a while since someone other than me had touched me like that, and I could feel the heat searing through me.
Paddox was barely doing anything at all, just touching me, working his hand from the base to the tip of my cock, and I was already writhing under him.
It was embarrassing to be that sensitive, but he was smiling down at me. "You're fucking beautiful," he said, his voice sounding rough, and I could feel myself blushing like some virgin teenager.
What was this man doing to me? He made me feel like I could have anything I wanted from him, and if that was the case, I wanted him. All of him.
"Why am I the only one naked?" I asked, sounding as breathless as I felt. "I want to see you."
He laughed and let go of my cock so he could sit up a bit, and I watched with eager eyes as he worked his pants off, revealing the rest of his body to me.
He was built like some kind of god, smooth and cut all the way down to where his cock jutted out, thick and hard from his body.
It was the same length as mine, but his was definitely thicker around. I didn't even care about that. I just wanted it in me.
Paddox didn’t seem to be in a hurry, though.
He got back on top of me and went back to kissing me, but with more intensity this time. His tongue worked its way into my mouth, slowly curling with mine, coaxing me into moaning for him while he practically made love to my mouth.
I gripped his shoulders and then wound my arms around his neck, holding on and kissing him back, utterly lost. All I could focus on was the smell of him, the taste of him on my tongue, and the way I could feel his cock, hot and heavy where it pressed against my heated skin.
I reached down between us with one hand and wrapped my hand around his length, stroking it slowly, in time with the pace of our kissing.
Paddox groaned into my mouth, and I smiled, savoring the sound and pressing up, kissing him deeper.
His hips bucked slightly, and I squeezed my hand, working it up toward the tip of him and then back down, twisting my wrist a little as I went.
I was trying to work out how he liked it. He was big and bulky, but he didn't seem like the type who wanted it rough and ready all the time.
He did things softer, more gentle that I would have expected, so I took my time with him, teasing more of those moans and groans of my name from his perfect mouth while I played with his cock.
"God," he groaned, opening his eyes to look down at me. "Fuck, you make me feel so good."
I grinned up at him. "I'm just getting started."
There was a glint in his eye as he laughed softly. "Me, too."
I was wrong to think he'd be passive, clearly. He pulled my hand from his cock and worked his way down my body, leaving open-mouthed kisses in a hot trail all the way down until he was between my legs.
I swallowed hard because he looked damned good down there, clearly eager to show me a good time.
He licked his lips, and his eyes were bright as he looked me over.
"You look good enough to eat," he teased and then he was basically swallowing my cock in one go.
My mouth fell open on a silent moan, and I nearly choked on my own spit at how good that felt.
He was clearly talented, taking my cock all the way to the back of his throat without even gagging a little bit.
He hollowed his cheeks, sucking his way up and off for a second, just long enough to smirk at me before he was going back down, stealing my breath and making me clench the covers between my fingers just for something to hold onto.
His mouth was a goddamn miracle, hot and wet and perfect. He wasn't shy about it, moaning around my length while he took it, his head bobbing up and down as he sucked me deeper in each time.
How long had it been since someone had my cock in their mouth? Months, definitely, and it was a combination of that and the fact that Paddox was a fucking prodigy at cock sucking that had my toes curling and pleasure sparking like electricity up my spine.
It was almost like torture, how slow he was taking it, making a show of licking up the shaft every now and then, collecting the precum and saliva that spilled down, dripping toward my balls.
One hand rested on my splayed thigh, and the other was flat on my stomach, almost holding me down while he took his time, clearly determined to savor every inch of my erection before he took it back into h
is mouth.
The heat of his mouth was incredible when he did, and I groaned softly, staring up at the ceiling because I needed to look away. He was just too damned sexy with his cheeks hollowed and his lips wrapped around my cock like that.
It was enough to have that coil of heat starting to tighten in my belly, and I didn't want to come too soon and end this before it had really gotten started.
Paddox seemed to be able to tell because he wrapped his fingers tight around the base of my cock and grinned at me before he went down once more, this time not stopping. It was slow going, but I could feel the head of my cock hit the back of his throat and then keep going, and my eyes nearly bugged out of my head when I felt that hot ring give way, letting me slip into his throat.
He held me there for what felt like a long time, his lips pressed up against his own hand at the base of my cock, and I panted, waiting, watching.
When he finally came up for air, his lips were shiny, and he was breathing hard, and I was harder than I'd ever been in my life.
"Fuck, Paddox," I groaned. "Goddamn."
He smirked and winked at me before doing it again.
My cock was a slippery mess when he came back up the next time, and he worked his hand over it, using it to lubricate the slide of his palm against my sensitive skin. I was trembling, the muscles in my thighs shaking, and I knew if he kept that up, I wasn't going to make it much longer.
"Paddox, I'm not...I'm not gonna last," I managed to get out, licking my lips.
"Good," he said. "I don't want you to."
And there was no domination in his tone at all, which surprised me. It felt like he was doing this because he wanted me to feel good, not because he wanted to press an advantage or see how far he could push me. He just wanted me to come because he wanted me to come, and I was rapidly getting closer to giving him what he wanted.
He kissed the tip of my cock and then worked his way back down again, not stopping to hold it, but coming back up, almost fucking his own throat with my cock while I watched, transfixed.