Page 23 of Phantom Faceoff (Daddies of the League #5)

Chapter Twenty-One

Zander

Trying to hurry through the house without making a shit ton of noise is hard enough without my head swimming. It’s my own fault; I drank one too many of those fancy cocktails at the restaurant Mom and Dad took us to.

Micky is awake when I stumble into the room—good call not coming back here to hook up—and his face immediately screams “You fucked up”.

Which, of course, I know. I’m a habitual fuck up.

“I need condoms.” Because apparently I’m just buzzed enough to have no filter.

He deadpans and points to my desk. “I don’t know why you’re asking me. I’m strictly monogamous, and Parks and I ditched those fuckers last year.”

I think I’m nervous.

To have sex?

To have sex with Malachi.

I’m going to break his three year virginity cherry, and that is downright terrifying.

I pilfer through my drawer until I find a strip of condoms in the back and grab the bottle of lube sitting on the table.

“Guess you two made up?”

Oh he was mad mad if he told Micky about it.

I swallow roughly. “Something like that.”

I’m more careful going outside than I was coming in, some of the urgency settling in my veins as a pounding excitement.

Given how this night has played out, I’d think our positions would be the other way around. Daddy teaching me a lesson for misbehaving.

But he asked me what I wanted. I want to let this ugliness out. I want it to leave me alone.

And I want him. I want to give it to him. Because Malachi has already turned himself into my safety net.

When I round the back of the house, I don’t have to look far to find him. He’s picked out a tree right at the edge of the yard, leaning against it with his arms crossed and hoodie pulled up to his nose.

Malachi doesn’t seem like the type to wear his boyfriend’s clothes, but I figured if I conveniently left something behind, he just might take it anyway.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask once I’m close enough I won’t have to shout. What I want to ask is “are you okay?” but I’m almost afraid of the answer.

He tugs the hoodie down and rakes his eyes across my body. A fire starts in my belly and quickly spreads out.

“You still want to fuck me into the ground?”

This man is going to be the death of me.

“Do you want to be fucked into the ground?”

His mouth splits in a grin, and when he reaches for me, I fold into him. Our mouths come together, and his fingers find perch in my hair.

We push and pull at each other until my shirt hits the ground, and the cold night air immediately pebbles my skin.

“Shit,” I say into another kiss, shivering. “Maybe fucking out here isn’t such a good idea.”

Malachi smiles into the press of our lips. “Get your cock in me, and I’ll warm you right up, Wildfire.”

A growl works its way out of me. “You have no right being this sexy.”

His hands land on my waist and start unbuttoning my jeans. “I’m hearing a lot of talking and not enough fucking.”

It’s my turn to smile, taking my jeans from him and shoving them down my legs. “Feeling desperate, Daddy? Do you need my cock?”

I manage to slip the hoodie off over his head amidst our flirting, and beneath is one of his work t-shirts. Guilt grabs me in that moment, and it’s significantly more gentle how I cup my hands around the back of his neck and bring his lips back to mine.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper over and over against his mouth. I’m a jackass with a hidden mean streak, and I hate that he had to be on the receiving end of it.

“You can apologize and explain your bad attitude later,” he says in a tone that leaves no room for argument. “Right now, we’re going to go far enough into the brush that your buddies won’t see or hear us, and you’re going to fuck me as hard as you’re capable.”

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much, won’t you?”

Something he said earlier rubs me wrong in the brain.

Men hurt him when he doesn’t give them what they want.

“Don’t do this just because I want it.”

His eyes level with mine. Not a hint of fear or apprehension. Just determination and resolve.

“Zander,” he says my name, and it sends a shiver from my shoulders to my toes. “You’re my Wildfire. Burning hot and covered in flames. I touch you because I don’t mind the pain, because I can be your balm if you’ll let me.”

His lips descend on my neck. “In saying that.” He sucks a bruise right over the hollow of my throat. “I’m getting fucked tonight. Either you run me into the ground, or I’ll ride you into it.”

New fantasy unlocked.

There’s a strange sort of calm surrounding us as we make our way down the trail. Far enough that the house is obscured by the trees. There’s a smoking passion rising inside as Malachi’s words play on repeat in my head.

When we come to a stop, that calm turns to uncertainty.

Malachi reads me—because of course he does—and his hands slip under the fabric of my briefs to dig into my ass.

“Let go, Wildfire,” he breathes into my mouth.

My body trembles. “You’ll take care of me? I won’t hurt you?”

A smile. “You won’t break me. I can handle a little pain from my boy.”

His boy.

Oh.

This is what he likes about it.

I run both hands through his hair, taking his kiss like the promise it is, and curl my fingers in the multicolored strands.

He kisses me harder.

The cauldron of pain bubbling inside of me spills over.

I yank him back and attack his neck with my teeth and tongue. Pinching the skin and soothing the irritation. His back hits the wide trunk of a tree, and I free a hand to reach for his jeans.

For a second, I think he might change his mind when one of his hands joins mine, but all he does is shove the jeans down and kick them to the side. He’s not fully hard—just chubbed up—so I pin his hips with mine and rut our growing erections together.

His shirt goes next, and my hands immediately jump to his tattoos, feeling each and every one beneath my fingers. I’m half-tempted to tell him to stamp my name into the trail above his dick—but that might be pushing the moment too far.

I’ve still got his hair gripped in my fist, and I tug it tighter until he gasps out a moan and his cock twitches against mine.

Bingo.

“I think,” I whisper, moving my lips down his chest, “that you actually like pain.” I have to let go of his hair to scratch my nails down his side. “You like the ache in your balls from being denied.”

When his breathing hitches, I know I’ve hit the mark. “Maybe you’re the one who needs to be spanked, Daddy.”

One of Malachi’s hands lands on my shoulder and pushes until I fall to my knees. Looking up, his face is clouded by shadows and lust, and it makes my dick ache that much more to be inside him.

“Maybe the brat needs a pacifier until he’s ready to get his dick wet.”

Without a complaint or breaking eye contact, I yank his boxers down and let his dick spring free. I’ve caught glimpses when fooling around, but this is my first time seeing him completely unrestrained.

His dick is long and on the thinner side, and I grip it at the base with his balls cradled in my other hand.

It’s ridiculous how long I’ve wanted him in my mouth.

I drag my tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, sucking it between my lips with methodically slow pumps of my hand until the precum drips out.

His hands find my hair, but he doesn’t pull. Just holds me. Encourages me to take him deeper into my mouth. At the first gag, I sputter off and squeeze his balls lightly the way he does to me.

His chest vibrates with a low moan, and I do it again. Harder.

Now he’s pulling my hair. Pushing his cock back between my lips. I take him, playing with how rough I can be before he taps out.

The answer is really damn rough because I’m out of breath and covered in spit when I pull off and focus solely on his sack. It’s ungodly attractive watching him throw his arms back to grip the trunk of the tree, jutting his hips out with every squeeze and tug.

No one has touched him like this in years. All of this is mine.

He’s mine.

I have to break away to hunt for the lube I’d tossed somewhere on the grass when we got here, and even though he’s somewhat grinning at my unpreparedness, Malachi doesn’t move from the spot I placed him.

Once I’ve got the bottle, I’m back on my knees with a dick in my mouth, but this time I’m on a mission.

With my fingers coated in lube, I reach back to spread Malachi’s cheeks, half thinking about actually spanking him, but I’ll have to shelve that for another time. Right now, my focus is on opening him up to take me.

That first press in past the tight ring of muscles has his thighs flexing and straining. I pour more lube, rubbing and pushing on his pucker until it gives easily. Then, I work my entire finger in slowly until I reach the second knuckle.

His dick falls from my lips, and I press a quick kiss to his hip. “Think you can take another one, Daddy?”

For once, it doesn’t come out mocking. It just feels … right.

He laughs humorlessly and rolls his hips back on the finger inside of him. “Yeah.”

Even though the air around us holds a sharp chill, Malachi’s face and neck are beading with sweat, and I watch him carefully as I fit another finger in beside the first.

By the time I’m three fingers deep, Malachi’s dick is angry and red; I’ve made sure to pay it plenty of attention to distract from the stretch.

“One last time,” I say, pressing deep and listening to the long, drawn out moan it causes. “You want this rough and dirty?”

This has already been distraction enough from the shit with my parents, but if he wants the whole cage open, I’ll give it to him.

His gray eyes are a little hazy as they lock onto mine, but the hands that grapple at my shoulders and pull me to stand have clear intentions.

“Wreck me, Wildfire.” Pure heat comes off of the words. He brushes his lips over mine.

Okay, yup, I can do that.

I hate to separate from him again, and as I slip my fingers from his hole, he catches my lip between his teeth. While it doesn’t draw blood, I have no doubt it’ll be busted and blue by the end of the night.