Page 49 of The Haunting of Lockton
He came willingly and dipped his face to my neck, kissing my pulse point as his hands slid beneath the hem of my hoodie. The nips on my skin stopped only long enough for him to tug the hoodie over my head, and then he was right back, kissing and nipping, driving me wild.
When we’d stood close together in the corridor at Lockton, so close to kissing, I had wondered if shy and reserved Paxton had a more dominating side. As he tore off my shirt and yankeddown my jeans, stripping me down to my boxers, I no longer had to wonder.
And fuck, it was hot as hell.
We fell onto the bed and rejoined our lips. I grabbed his hair while he gripped my waist and rolled on top of me. The weight of him, his scent, I was attuned to everything. Most of all, I was attuned to the hard bulge in the front of his pants. Before I could get to those pants, the rest needed to come off.
“The one downfall of these clothes,” I said as I fumbled with the buttons on the shirt beneath his vest. “So hard to take off.”
Paxton broke off into a laugh and helped me take off the damn shirt. I slid it off his shoulders and down his arms, shooting the offensive thing a glare as I threw it to the floor. He laughed harder. Hookups had never been like this. Most of the time, I didn’t even know the person’s name, let alone laugh with them.
It was different.
Just like him.
“God, I love your body.” I smoothed my hand up his stomach, feeling the ridges of his abs beneath my palm. His muscle definition was subtle, and he was soft in places, toned in others. But he was beautiful from head to toe. With clothes and especially without them.
“Look who’s talking.” Paxton hovered over me, both of us stripped down to our underwear. He wore black boxer briefs that hugged his upper thighs—and emphasized that impressive bulge. “How can you gorge yourself on burgers and donuts every day and still rock a six-pack?”
“I think it’s more like a four-pack,” I said. “I’d have six, but I get the munchies late at night. Jules caught me devouring a whole bag of mini marshmallows once. Woke him from a dead sleep.”
“Smacking that loud, huh?” Paxton’s nose crinkled.
“I like my sugar. I can’t help it.”
Lightly chuckling, he dropped a kiss to my lips before placing another on the edge of my mouth, then to my jaw. When he feathered more down my neck, paying extra attention to my pulse point again, I tipped my head back and buried my fingers in his hair.
It felt intimate in ways I hadn’t expected. And we hadn’t even had sex yet.
Paxton continued his descent, kissing my collarbone and down my chest. He nipped at my ribs, and I squirmed beneath him. He smiled up at me before going lower. Chills erupted over my skin as he reached my belly button and swirled his tongue inside. He then gently blew on the spot before lowering his mouth to the waistband of my boxers. He grabbed it with his teeth and peered at me.
Sweet and introverted Paxton was about to rock my goddamn world.
And I couldn’t wait.
He tugged down my boxers, and my cock sprang free, already at half-mast. Holding eye contact, he gave me a few short, teasing strokes. I then watched as he took me into the warm heat of his mouth.
“Mm,” he said before licking his lips, dark eyes meeting mine. “You just got bigger.”
“It’s all your fault. Fuck, Paxton.” I sounded just as needy as I felt, and I didn’t give one fuck about it.
He sucked and stroked me, going nice and slow, giving attention to the places I wanted him most and then backing off just as fast. The tease.
“So, was I right earlier?” My voice came out rougher than normal. Having your cock in a hot guy’s mouth would do that. “Are you a top? Or vers?”
Paxton pulled off me with a wet pop. “A top. I’ve tried bottoming a few times and didn’t like it.” He ran a fingertip along the base of my belly and then lower, stopping at my inner thigh. Those small touches only added to the building anticipation. “Is that okay?”
“Y-Yeah.” I swallowed hard. “I fuck girls sometimes, but when I’m with guys, I prefer to bottom.”
That was all he needed to know before diving back in. He took my cock back into his mouth and bobbed up and down, palming my balls at the same time. My eyes closed as I arched up into him, seeking more of his wet heat. Seeking more of… everything. All he wanted to give me.
As though encouraged by my reaction, Paxton gained more confidence and added a bit of suction with his cheeks, finding a rhythm that had my toes curling. I groaned deep and threaded my fingers through his hair. He then glided up to focus on my tip, flattening his tongue. And when he licked my slit, slowly, another groan tore free.
“Get up here,” I rasped. “I wanna touch you too.”
Paxton crawled back up my body, and I flipped him to his back to repay the favor. I kissed down his smooth chest and lightly bit at his stomach, reveling in his raspy chuckle. His skin smelled like leaves and crisp air with an underlying musk that was unique to him. I couldn’t get enough. And I one thousand percent wanted—needed—more. Of everything.
When I tugged down his boxer briefs and his cock bobbed upward, my mouth fucking watered. The damn Goldilocks of dicks. Not too thick or too thin and not too short or long. Just fucking perfect.
