by H Q Kingsley
Every time he went down, there was a little noise, a soft sound of my cock breaching his throat and him allowing it, and I got closer and closer to falling apart every time I heard it.
He worked his hand, letting it cover this distance his mouth didn't reach, and I felt my balls drawing up and the bright warmth of pleasure taking over me.
"Fuck," I moaned. "Fuck, Paddox. I'm gonna—I'm so—”
He just kept going like he was determined to milk everything from me and make sure he got to wring every drop of pleasure of my cock that he could.
I tossed my head back and let the pleasure take me, gasping raggedly when my orgasm hit me, drowning me in the sensation.
Paddox kept my cock in his mouth, sucking and licking until every spurt of cum was lapped up and swallowed and I was limp and spent on the bed, panting and trying to slow the frantic pace of my heart.
When I looked down, Paddox looked smug and he pressed an impossibly soft kiss to my thigh with those perfect, plush.
"You taste good," he said, grinning, and I smiled back helplessly.
"You're going to have to let me return the favor," I said, breathless.
"Oh, I will," he told me. "But not tonight. There's something else I want to do tonight."
"Anything," I replied.
Fuck, I was losing it for him. He was impossibly endearing like that, even though he'd just had my cock down his throat, and I wanted to give him whatever he asked for. If he wanted to fuck me, I'd let him. If he wanted me to fuck him, I'd get it up again so I could. For just that night, I put everything else aside and let myself have this because it felt amazing, and I wanted it.
I wanted him.
He gave me a minute to catch my breath and then his hands were on me, turning me over on the bed so I was lying on my stomach. He knelt between my spread legs and worked his hands down my back, soft at first and then with more pressure, like he was trying to knead stress from my muscles.
I actually felt pretty good right then. The tension that was just a permanent part of my job and had been since I'd started in law enforcement was almost completely gone, and the warm, floaty effect of a good orgasm was carrying me off from any stress or worries I had.
Paddox kept it up, though, sliding his hands down to my waist and then back up, going over my shoulders and then down my flanks, digging those fingers in so I really felt it. He leaned over me and followed those hands with his mouth, kissing down my spine until he was right at the small of my back where it turned into my ass.
His hands kneaded the flesh there, too, and I heard him laugh softly behind me.
"What's so funny?" I asked, too relaxed to care that much.
"You have a great ass," he said.
I shrugged a shoulder. "I work out."
"So do I, and your ass is better than mine."
"I've seen your ass, and I think you're selling it short," I told him, amused.
He chuckled and then kissed one cheek and then the other before setting his teeth into the soft flesh, driving a gasp from me.
"It's perfect for biting," he said. "I bet you taste amazing here, too."
His words barely had time to sink in before he was spreading my ass cheeks, revealing my tightly puckered hole to his gaze.
There was a second where I was embarrassed at having him see these intimate parts of me, and I swallowed hard, trying not to fidget. And then he was dragging a finger down my crack, circling my hole, and I moaned for him, which he took as the permission it was.
Paddox made himself comfortable, working his arms under my legs so he could lift me up just a bit, and at the first touch of his hot, damp tongue to my hole, my eyes flew open wide.
No one had ever done that to me before. I'd been fucked and done the fucking, but he was lapping at my hole and making soft sounds like he was enjoying it, and I felt like I was going to fall apart.
"Paddox." All I could do was moan his name while he licked around my hole and then pressed the flat of his tongue to it, teasing the sensitive skin on the outside, but not dipping in, yet.
I felt hot all over, like I was burning up with need, and I wanted something inside me. His tongue, his fingers, anything. I felt that need like a hot weight in my belly, and my cock twitched under me, already trying to spring back to life even though I'd just come a few minutes before.
Paddox was working his way through me, apparently. My mind, my body. I was dancing to his tune, and I couldn't stop if I'd wanted to.
And I definitely didn't want to.
Not with the way he held me so securely and the way his tongue worked at my hole, making me nearly weepy with how good it felt.
And when he finally, finally allowed the tip to breach the tight ring, I cried out softly, digging my fingers into the sheets under me.
"Please," I gasped. "Oh my fucking god."
He hummed in acknowledgement and worked his tongue in deeper, spreading me open on it.
It had been long enough since anyone had been back there, even me, that I was tight and wound up, but as he worked his tongue inside me, I relaxed, dragging in deep, shuddering breaths while my cock got hard all over again.
He licked me open until he could work a finger in there as well, and I moaned deeply, my eyes squeezed shut.
"You okay?" he asked, pulling back so it was just his finger in there. His free hand stroked my back and over the skin of my ass, soothing me, which was so sweet I wanted to kiss him.
"Yeah," I rasped. "Don't stop."
I could hear the grin in his voice when he said, "That's what I was hoping you'd say", and he went right back to work, licking and using his fingers to work me open slowly and carefully.
I had to wonder how many others he'd done this with, and if he was as gentle and kind with all of them. Did he have them on their stomachs in his bed while he licked them open so sweetly? Did they beg him for more because they couldn't get enough of they way he filled them up?
I was going to be a mess by the time he got his cock into me, and I didn't even care. This was a side of myself I didn't show a lot of people, but Paddox was drawing it out with his clever mouth and those fingers.
He pushed another one in, and I writhed on the bed when he crooked them both, brushing past that spot that made me twitch and see stars.
"Mm, you like that," he murmured, and it wasn't a question. I was making it perfectly clear that I fucking loved it.
I whimpered as his fingers worked against my prostate, twirling and pressing against it until my toes curled and an intense pleasure exploded through me.
I writhed and squirmed as an unfamiliar orgasm hit me so hard that I vibrated uncontrollably. It was almost unbearable pleasure as Paddox held me firmly in place, keeping his fingers pressed to the spot in my ass that kept me orgasming without actually cumming.
"Bet you're gonna be so sweet for me, aren't you, Skylar?" he asked, teasing me with dirty talk as I bucked in his hold. "Bet you're gonna take my cock so good. You want it, don't you? You want me to fill up this pretty hole with my cock until you can't take anymore."
I nodded, tears filling my eyes and not caring if he could see it or not because I did want that. I wanted it so badly I could taste it, and the more he talked about it, the more I wanted it.
"Please," I groaned. "Fucking fuck, Paddox! Please give it to me."
"Are you ready, baby?" he asked, finally letting up with his fingers.
I shook for a long minute before I could put myself back together enough to answer.
"You open enough to take me, beautiful?" he asked, his voice laced with heat, but also sincerity.
I nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I can take it,” I said. “It's enough, Paddox, please. I wanna feel you."
Even if it wasn't enough, the hot stretch would feel amazing, and I wanted it more than anything right then.
Paddox worked his fingers in deep one last time and then pulled them out, getting off the bed for a second so he could rummage for something in the nightstand drawer.
I t
urned my head so I could see him in the dim light, admiring the way the shadows played over his dark skin and the way his cock hung hard and heavy between his legs.
He'd been pleasuring me the whole time, but it was clear he was just as affected by it, turned on by getting me off. I'd have to remember that for next time. Assuming there was one.
He found what he was looking for, a small bottle of lube it looked like, and then climbed back onto the bed, settling himself right back between my legs.
I jumped at the first drizzle of slick oil against my hole and moaned when he used his fingers to work it into me, adding a third one and filling me up even more. He pressed them in deep, doing a thorough job, but I made a noise of frustration, not satisfied with his fingers anymore.
"I don't want to come on your damned hand, Paddox," I grumbled, and he laughed, smacking my ass with his free hand.
"Bossy. You'll get what you want, baby. Trust me."
And right then and there, I did. I trusted him to make me feel good. I trusted him to fuck me well. Outside the bedroom was a different story, but none of that mattered at the moment. That was out there, and I could deal with it later. Like when I wasn't face down in bed with a handsome man between my legs about to fuck me senseless, I hoped.
I could hear him coating his own cock with the lube, and then the fat, blunt head of his cock was pressing against my hole and sliding in with very little resistance.
Still, I could feel every single inch of him as he pressed in slowly, and my mouth dropped open on another silent moan.
Fuck, he felt massive like that. His fingers had been nothing compared to the girth of him working into my tight hole, and I had to remind myself more than once to keep breathing as the hot stretch overwhelmed me.
Paddox was hissing softly, and I knew he could feel the tight fit as well, his fingers digging into the skin of my hip as he moved on top of me.
His weight was enough to pin me to the bed, and I was trapped under him with my legs spread and his cock impaling me firmly. I couldn't have gotten away if I wanted to.
He kept pushing until he was balls deep in my ass, and the room was quiet while he held himself there, except for our ragged breathing as we both adjusted to the sensations.
"You good?" he asked me, breathless.
I nodded and then cleared my throat, trying to find my voice. "Y-yeah," I managed. "You're so—fuck, Paddox."
He laughed and rolled his hips, pressing himself in deeper. "Gonna take that as a compliment, blue eyes."
"You should. You should also move," I said. "I won't break."
I tightened the muscles in my ass just to prove the point, enjoying his choked off moan in response.
"Fucking tease," he groaned.
"Fuck me," I demanded, and was rewarded with him pulling out slowly, dragging all the ridges of his cock against my inner walls and making me shiver at the sensation.
And then he slammed back in, none too gently, setting my world on fire with the feeling.
I choked on a cry, and he did it again and again. That slow pull back and then a hard, fast shove inward, bottoming out with the snap of skin on skin that had me moaning louder and louder for him.
He set an almost punishing rhythm, fucking me hard and making sure I felt every bit of it. But again, it didn't feel like he was doing it because he was trying to be in control or because he wanted to force me to take it. He was doing it because I'd asked him to, because he knew it was going to make me feel good, and that was what he wanted more than anything.
Paddox was just...so good. He was good and kind and funny and amazing in bed, and I was having to keep rewriting my assessment of him the more time I spent around him. I'd gone into this with a clear idea of who I would be dealing with, mostly patched together from what I knew from other people and what I'd heard on the streets.
But Paddox was nothing like that. I was sure he could be if he was pushed to it, but with me, he was gentle and giving, wanting to make me feel good and make me fall apart, not so he could gloat that he'd done it or hold it over my head, but so I would feel good. Simple as that.
And I did feel good. My body was alight with pleasure, and every thrust just served to make me feel even better. That heat was building and building, spreading from my belly outwards, threatening to explode and drag me under any minute.
"You're so fucking tight," Paddox groaned. "You feel so good, Skylar. So fucking good."
His praise was going to my head, and I couldn't do anything but feel him. All around me, inside me. I didn't want to feel anything else.
I could feel my cock twitching, a sure sign that I was close. His stamina was fucking amazing. I would have come twice that night before he'd even gotten on in, and he seemed fine with that.
He didn't stop or slow down, just kept fucking me, working those muscles and his cock.
I was so close, I could already tell. The pleasure was becoming too much to ignore, and my balls were going tight, ready to spill my release all over.
Paddox panted above me and then pulled out, making me whine with disappointment. I felt so empty without his cock, my hole fluttering around nothing.
He turned me over and I went willingly, looking up at him, confused when I could see his face again.
"I wanted to be able to see you," he said, and there was a light flush on his face, like he was embarrassed to want something like that.
It was probably better if I kept some distance, but I didn't have the heart to deny his request, and I grinned at him, reaching up to tug him down between my legs. I folded my knees, putting my feet flat on the bed and let him settle between them.
"You're going to see me throw a fit if you don't put that good cock back in me," I managed to get out, and he laughed before lining up and sliding home once more.
It felt so good, so perfect having him buried inside of me, and he picked up right where he'd left off, thrusting in hard, finding that spot that made me want to scream and staying there, working at it.
Once again the hot rush of pleasure bore down on me, and I closed my eyes, digging my nails into his shoulder as I succumbed to it, letting each wave wash over me and drag me further down until I was screaming his name and coming so hard I forgot to breathe.
I arched sharply under him, and he buried himself deep, fucking me through my pleasure with each roll of his hips. He hadn't even had to touch my cock to have me losing it for him, and if I'd had any presence of mind left, I might have been embarrassed by how easy it was for him to make me fall apart.
But I wasn't embarrassed. There was only pleasure and the sweet, slow trickle of aftershocks through me as my cock pumped my release all over my stomach and chest, leaving me messy.
Paddox watched me with lust-blown eyes, taking it all in. He licked his lips and kept moving his hips, his thrusts losing their measured edge as he got closer himself.
I watched him move, watched every contraction of those muscles and the way the sweat beaded on his skin.
"Come on," I urged him, wanting him to lose it for me. "Come on, Paddox. I wanna see you cum."
Those eyes flashed to me, and he held my gaze while he kept moving, and then finally, finally he was groaning low in his chest and filling me up with his hot, sticky release.
He pumped in a few times more, and then drew out of me, the last drops of his cum splashing against my open hole before he pressed back into me with a shaky groan, fucking my until he went completely soft inside and stilled over me with a satisfied sigh.
I was a mess, sticky with my cum and his, and it had been a while since I'd felt so satiated.
I half-expected him to flop down next to me on the bed, but after he pulled out, first he went to get a cloth from the bathroom and came back to clean me up.
I just smiled at him, blown away by how giving he was.
"Come here," I said, tugging at him, wanting him to stop moving and lay with me.
He seemed a little shy in the aftermath, and he bundled me into his arms and pressed hi
s face to the crook of my neck, leaving little kisses there that tickled my skin.
"You're amazing," he murmured.
"I'm really not," I said back. "Go to sleep."
I woke up early the next morning, feeling soft and warm. Usually there was a jangle of nerves when I woke up, my brain ahead of my body, reminding me that there was a lot to be done. For once, I felt relaxed, still wrapped up in Paddox's hold and still feeling what we'd done the night before.
I was pleasantly sore, and I stretched, feeling the pull of muscles that hadn't been used in a while. That would take some getting used to.
In the soft morning light, Paddox looked even more like something chiseled out of marble and given life to walk among regular people, and I couldn't help but gaze at him for a bit, watching the way the dappled light played along his cheekbones and noting how his eyelashes swept his cheeks while he slept.
I reached out like I was going to touch his face and then pulled my hand back.
I was losing myself again. I was here for a reason, and it wasn't to cuddle with Tok Henderson. The only reason I was getting close to him was so he'd trust me and I could find out more about what they were doing. That was it. I wasn't here to be soft or to have feelings for him. Doing that could get me killed.
He seemed like he was sleeping soundly, knocked out from the previous night's activities, so I wiggled my way out of his hold and slipped out of bed, moving quietly.
Paddox didn't stir, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
There had to be something in his apartment that would give me some information I could use. Quietly, I moved around his bedroom, rummaging through drawers and in boxes, hoping for anything. A scrap of paper, a note with details on it. Anything that would help me do my job better.
I crept down the stairs from the loft quietly, hunting through the living room, but there was nothing. Just art and magazines and receipts for food and art supplies.
"Skylar?"
I jumped when he called my name and huffed out a breath before heading back up to him.