Page 27 of Deceiver (Soul Chasers #2)

Wilder

S ex is no big deal to me. I’m a pro at keeping my emotions out of the equation, so why are my legs shaking as we climb the stairs together?

Keagan is holding my hand, following me up, and when I glance over my shoulder, he has a serene smile on his face. That does a lot to calm me. I’m the one who put it out there that we might be destined for each other, but the reality of that truth is affecting me much more than I expected.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Keagan asks when we get to the landing.

“No, of course not.”

I lead him to my bedroom and guide him to the bed, where he sits on the edge, his arms extended behind him in a casual pose, a sweet smile still dancing on his lips.

“Can I watch you undress?” he asks.

I nod. “Can I undress you next?”

“By all means.”

I kick off my boots while I unbutton my shirt. Keagan’s eyes follow my every motion.

“Do you always dress so nice?”

“Not always.” I flick open the button on my slacks. “But I have few reasons to dress up, so I do it often on my working days.”

“And on non-working days?”

“T-shirts and jeans.”

That sexy smirk I’m growing addicted to appears on Keagan’s lips. “I can’t imagine you dressed like that.”

“Maybe you’ll get to see it for yourself soon.”

My slacks fall and Keagan’s eyes roam down my body. My cock swells under his attention.

“Those too,” he says, pointing at my underwear.

“I’m getting to it.”

I hook my thumbs around my waistband and tug my briefs down. My cock springs forward, making it impossible to hide my excitement.

“Damn,” Keagan whispers, toeing off his sneakers.

“Time to get you naked.”

I walk over to him and kneel between his legs, going to work quickly on his jeans. He lifts his hips to help me get them off, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip as he watches me. Rising on my knees, I tug on the hem of his shirt.

“Arms up.”

He raises his arms, his expression heated. I take his shirt off and toss it to the floor, but before I can do anything else, Keagan wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me close for a kiss.

For a few delicious seconds, I explore his mouth, reveling in his sweet taste, but hunger for more takes over and I push him back on the mattress, climbing up to press myself against his body.

Reaching between us, I manage to tug his briefs down and he kicks them the rest of the way off.

Our cocks brush together, and the sweet moan from his lips stirs my desire even more.

“Fuck yes,” Keagan moans, bucking his hips against mine. “More.”

“Patience, handsome.”

“Don’t have much of that.” He drags his teeth along the column of my neck. “Need you so much.”

“What do you want to do?” I ask with a desperate edge in my voice.

“I want to come, and I want you to come. However we get there is fine with me.”

As much as I want to get inside him, I’m not sure I have the patience I would need for that right now, so I focus on exploring his mouth with my tongue and his body with my hands.

Keagan writhes against me, his fingers clenching my shoulders as we find the perfect rhythm. Heat builds between us, turning our skin sticky with sweat as our cocks press against each other.

“You feel so good,” Keagan moans. “Are you gonna fuck me?”

The question sends tendrils of desire spiraling through me. “You sure you want that right now?”

“Hell yes, I’m sure. I want your cock inside me.”

“Need to get you ready,” I moan, kissing his neck.

“Nah, I can handle it rough.”

“Fuck,” I murmur as precum drips from my cock. “I’m already so close I might lose it as soon as I get inside.”

Keagan laughs. “I have faith in you. Got some lube?”

“Nightstand.”

He reaches over, and while he’s stretched out, I attack his neck and chest with kisses. Keagan finds the bottle and holds it up between us.

“No condoms?” he asks.

“Don’t need them. I can’t get sick, remember?”

“Badass,” he whispers, arching into me. “I’ve never gone bare.”

I’m nearly shaking with the effort needed to keep myself from impaling the man. After a deep breath, I calm myself enough to open the bottle of lube and get my fingers slick before reaching between us and finding his sweet hole.

He moans as I finger him, stretching him, preparing him. “So good,” he whispers.

“I want to spend days between your legs.”

“You can. As soon as our work is done, right?”

I nod, lifting my head to gaze into his eyes. “Right.”

Keagan’s expression softens, and he lifts his hand to brush his fingers through my beard. “You’re so hot, Wilder, but even better? You’re a lot kinder than you seem.”

“In the right situation.”

“Make love to me now. I want to feel you inside me.”

I nod, shifting my attention down the length of his body.

He’s got a nice build, soft and inviting.

He’s not thin, but not overweight either.

There’s a light smattering of hair on his chest and belly, and a mass of it around his cock.

And what a damn fine cock it is. It’s the perfect size and shape for a blow job, and I can’t wait to turn him out that way too.

I lean into another kiss as I slowly pull my fingers out of him and notch my cockhead against his rim instead.

“Yes,” Keagan moans. “Oh god, Wilder. Yes.”

Slowly, I push into him, both of us reacting to the sensation. To say he’s tight is an understatement.

“Good?” I ask.

Keagan nods, biting his bottom lip. “So good. Don’t take it easy on me. I can handle it.”

That statement alone might be enough to push me over the edge. I blow out a breath to steady myself, then I let loose, slamming my hips into him at a punishing pace. Keagan keeps up, nodding as he reaches up and tangles his fingers in the hair at the back of my neck.

“I needed this,” he says softly. “I needed you.”

The truth in his statement hits me square in the chest. I’ve spent decades alone, too afraid to love and lose again, and while it was sad, it led to this exact moment and this man. My normal resistance to any kind of lasting romance is gone, and I’m ready to fall deeply.

With his hand on my cheek, Keagan searches my eyes, his lips parted as if he wants to speak but chooses not to. Maybe he’s feeling the same things I’m feeling right now. Life hasn’t been easy for him either.

My thoughts shift to the building tension in my belly, the electric sparks flying between us, the quivers running through my cock, and I know I’m close, but I want him to meet me there. I push up to balance on my hands and force myself to pull out of him.

He groans, clawing at my shoulders to keep me close, but I shut him up quickly enough when I settle between his legs and suck his cock into my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, arching his back and twisting his fingers in my hair. “Ooooh.”

His precum is salty and tasty as fuck, his musky scent perfect.

I get most of him down my throat while reaching down to finger his hole again.

Keagan is a moaning mess beneath me—a beautiful mess.

His hair is spread out around him, brow creased with concentration, his plump lips red from kisses and bites.

“Gonna come,” he moans. “Wilder… oh fuck… Gonna…” He tenses, and the first sticky rope of cum hits the back of my throat.

I pump my fingers inside his hole, willing my own orgasm to stay back for a few more seconds until I drain his cock. He digs his nails into my shoulders as he fucks my throat, giving me every single tasty drop before he falls slack on the bed.

I shift positions, sliding between his legs again and entering him roughly, slamming my way to the finish line. Keagan grips my forearms, nodding and moaning as I pound into him over and over until I reach the final, blissful conclusion.

As I release into him, I’d swear I’ve never come this hard or this good. I collapse against him to ride it out, and he wraps his arms around me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. Before I manage to calm down, I realize he’s already passed out, his breathing soft and rhythmic.

My softened cock slips from his body, and I manage to roll out of bed and get a washcloth to clean us up. Keagan stirs as I wipe him down, snuggling into the pillow and murmuring something.

“What’s that?” I ask, carding my fingers through his hair.

He mumbles again, so I lean closer, listening intently.

“Wilder,” Keagan says, clearly this time. “Wilder.”

“I’m here.” I kiss his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I climb into bed beside him and pull him close, wrapping my arms around him. He nestles in against me, his face pressed against my chest. This is nice. It’s been way too long since I’ve felt this comfortable with someone.

I guess I have to admit that what Talon told me is true. Keagan was sent for me.