Page 4 of Fighting Fate (Monsters of London #4)

Vince

I sprawl back on the sofa, glad for the sheer size of it when Dax just about lands on top of me. He laughs against my neck.

“You’re gonna squash me,” I whine. Fuck, like I care.

He’s careful, though, with his size. I’ve already noticed that about him. Now, he lifts his head quickly, apparently startled, and goes to move off me.

I wrap my legs around his hips and he stops, arms planted on either side of my head. Given Dax’s size—and what I saw of his flatmate, if that’s the guy Dax was looking at just before we left—it’s no wonder the sofa is as big as it is.

“I’m joking,” I say. “You don’t have to be that careful, you know.”

Dax huffs and lowers his head, brushing his lips teasingly against my own. “Of course I do,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Fuck me. Just who have I managed to pick up tonight?

We kiss again, and I tangle my hands in Dax’s hair, practically wrapping myself around him. If what I’ve seen of him tonight is real, and it seems like it is, then he’s perhaps the most genuine person I’ve ever met. I bite his lower lip and he moans, face flushed when he pulls back.

We haven’t turned the big light on, but light from the street filters through the blinds, letting me see his expression. He looks like he’s working up to something, so I loosen my grip on his hair and stroke my thumb over the shell of his ear.

He shudders against me. “Do you want to… I mean, should we…”

I grin. “Ask me to go to your bedroom, Dax.”

“Can I take you to bed?”

My grin only widens. Something tells me I could say yes right now and then climb into bed with him and tell him I’m just planning to sleep, and he’d be… fine with it. And sure, that’s like a minimum requirement for decency, but that doesn’t mean it’s not nice. Cute.

I stretch up and kiss him again. “Fuck yeah, baby. Take me to bed.”

I’m about to let go, but Dax’s big hands encircle my hips, and when he stands, he lifts me with him. I let out a startled laugh, tightening my legs around him.

“Holy shit. You should—I’m too heavy.”

He snorts at that. “No, you’re not.”

I search his face. Fuck, he’s not straining at all , is he? I kiss him again, suddenly hungry for him, and Dax groans into my mouth before he begins to move. God knows how we make it to the bedroom without either of us getting injured, but we do, and only when he tips me onto the bed do I let go.

He stands before me, towering over me, and reaches back with one hand to drag his T-shirt over his head. Muscles flex in the low light. My mouth waters. One night, huh? I’m going to have to stay strong when it comes time to leave.

Dax approaches me slowly, standing between my spread thighs. He’s careful as he unfastens the buttons on my shirt, and I lie back and let him, stomach flipping at the small sound he makes when he runs a hand over my abs. He’s got a fucking gorgeous body, the strength in it clearly functional. No six-pack abs, but he doesn’t need them.

And I know what I look like. Most of my strength comes from the gym or from the classes I run, but if there was even a splinter of concern in my mind for what Dax would think of me… He digs his fingers into my abs and sways slightly forward like he can’t help himself.

Okay. Okay, yeah. I need to do something, suddenly, need to show him that I’m just as into this as he is.

I grab his hand and manage to slide off the bed, kneeling between it and him. Dax’s breath hitches when I work at his belt.

“Vince,” he says, “you don’t—”

“’Course I fucking do. I want to.” I tip my head back, making sure to meet his gaze. “Don’t you want me to suck your cock?”

Dax whimpers and I take that for permission, getting his jeans undone in record time. He’s wearing red briefs beneath, a wet patch growing over the prominent bulge. My mouth waters.

Fuck. I reach into my back pocket, but the condom I put there earlier is gone. Must’ve dropped it. “Dax.”

“Yeah?”

“Protection. You’ve got it, yeah?”

He blinks at me for a second like he doesn’t understand the question, and I frown. He doesn’t seem the type to be unsafe, but then maybe this is the red flag I’ve been missing.

All at once, his expression clears. “Yes! Yeah, I, fuck, wait here.”

He shuffles off through another door, which leads to an en suite. Nice. I snicker at the fact his jeans are still around his thighs and get to my feet. He can sit on the bed.

Dax returns a few seconds later, a box in his hand. I almost fumble it when he tosses it to me, my hands shaking with excitement and maybe nerves. “Sit down.”

He hesitates when he reaches the bed, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs. I grab one of the condoms out of the box. “Should I…?”

“Fuck yeah. Get naked.”

He strips, and I only have about a second to admire the firm roundness of his arse before he perches on the edge of the mattress. I kneel between his legs and tear the condom packet open with my teeth. I don’t break eye contact with him as I roll it on—

Only to look down and burst out laughing.

Dax covers his face with his hands, but from the jerk of his shoulders, he’s laughing too.

“Glow in the dark?!”

“I didn’t…” Dax laughs again. “I didn’t buy them.”

“Sure you didn’t, you fucking dork,” I mutter. I kiss him when he jerks his head up, but we’re both laughing too much to kiss for long. When I settle on my knees, Dax is still holding back laughter.

The amusement fades from his expression when I stroke his cock. It’s proportioned just like the rest of him—fucking huge—and though I said I’d fuck him back at the club, I think I’ve changed my mind.

I lower my head and lick him from root to tip, and the groan Dax lets out makes my cock jerk in my too-tight jeans. Jesus. He’s so responsive. It’s like no one’s ever told him not to be—and why the fuck would they? I suck on the head, and as I bob my head up and down, I take a little more of him on each pass.

Taking the full length of him is—It’s fucking difficult. He’s heavy on my tongue and my jaw is already beginning to ache. The condoms might be novelty, too, but they’re not flavoured, and part of me craves the taste of him. I want my senses full of salt and the taste of that scent I pick up from the crease of his hip.

Dax strokes my hair absently, thighs shaking where he’s clearly holding himself back. “Vince, you don’t have to… Vince, Vince .”

My stomach twists. What might it be like to fuck Dax again tomorrow night? A week from now? Would I get to the point where I could take his cock with ease? Would I convince him to feed it to me, to fuck my throat hard, like I want it?

Doesn’t matter. I can’t have that. I don’t want it. Instead, I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder, and Dax lets out a faint cry, hips lifting slightly from the bed. I choke, and he apologises immediately.

“You’re fine,” I say, pulling off just long enough to reassure him. He stares down at me with wide eyes, eyes that in this dim light almost look silver. “Are you close?”

“Yeah.” He nods eagerly and I grin before I swallow him down again.

I want him to come. One night doesn’t mean one round , and this might just take the edge off before I get Dax’s big cock inside me. I fondle his balls as I take him as deep as I can, swallowing around his length.

Dax pulls my hair and that’s all the warning I get before he comes. His hips jerk up and I choke again, but I pull off as he fills the condom. He collapses back onto the bed, breathing hard, and the laugh I let out is closer to a giggle as I rest my head against his thigh.

“That was…” He trails off.

I lick my lips, uncharacteristically uncertain. “Good?”

He sits up and grabs me, hauling me up and onto his lap. I let out a startled squawk, which Dax swallows when he kisses me hard, scrambling what little is left of my brain.

“Incredible.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “You’re incredible.”

The words worm their way inside of me, and I don’t notice Dax has moved until his big hand wraps around my neglected cock. His eyes dart to mine when my hips jerk.

“Yeah,” I say to his unspoken question. “Keep going.”

He presses his forehead to mine as he strokes my cock. It should be, at best, weird, and at worst, incredibly off-putting to have him this close, eyes boring into mine, but instead… I reach that edge faster than I ever have before. Sucking someone off, eating them out, it always gets me going, but this is something else entirely.

I pant helplessly against Dax’s mouth, my every whine and whimper escaping into the silent room around us. Dax’s free hand is on my lower back, holding me on top of him as I fuck into his tight grip.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice entirely earnest. “I’ve got you. Just let go, Vince.”

And like that, I do. My orgasm barrels through me, hips jerking wildly as I come all over Dax’s hand. He moves his head then, to kiss down my neck and pull me close.

I pant against his throat. He keeps me close to him, and usually I’d be wriggling free already, but instead, I collapse against Dax, trusting him to catch me.

He does, pressing a kiss to my temple. “How was that?” he murmurs.

“Give me a second to get my brain back online, and I’ll let you know.”