Page 17 of Resist Me Not (Bloody Desires #4)

“Y-yes, Daddy.” Walker trembles as he does as asked. Once he is in position, his cock hangs heavy between his thighs, and he is so soaked, he drips a little pool beneath him.

“Have you even been this wet before, doctor?” I set the wine glass on the nightstand and circle the bed to the foot of it, enjoying how he looks like this, and finally starting to unbutton my jacket and shirt. I take my socks off too until I am as bare as he is.

“May I… feel myself to check?”

Oh, he is clever. “Very briefly,” I answer.

Walker reaches between his legs and runs his hand up his length. I can tell how much he wants to stroke, but he dutifully resists. “I-I don’t think so. I would have finished myself off before now… or begged for the other person to.”

“I do like the idea of hearing you beg.” I climb onto the bed, and feeling the change in weight makes Walker shift in anticipation.

Sliding my hands up the backs of his thighs and over his ass causes even more of a shift, like he’s rocking in place.

“This is going to be a test in patience, remember?”

He rocks again, maybe involuntarily, and nods.

I have lube and a condom ready on the nightstand beside the wine. We’ll get to that too. For now, I focus on his entrance using only my thumbs.

Being nervous about tonight didn’t prevent Walker from shaving for me.

I know it was for me. I imagine he’s too busy usually for this type of grooming to be habit.

I don’t have a preference in whether my partners are hairy or smooth, but I am glad he did it, because the tender skin of one’s sac is that much more sensitive after being freshly shaved.

It’s why I shaved too.

I wet my thumbs in Walker’s leaking precome and trace them up his shaft. Then I circle them through the soft skin of his balls, moving in those same intimate circles before offering a final, slow push inside.

Then out again, squeezing Walker’s buttocks with the spread of my fingers.

Then in, just a bit deeper.

Out.

In .

He whines and grips either side of the pillow.

“Hush. We’re only getting started.”

I tease him further with the slow prying massage of my thumb tips barely entering him. I do eventually give him more, one long twirling finger to find his inner curves, that bundled collection of sensitive nerves begging to be caressed.

In. Out again. In a little deeper.

Out .

“T-Trey…”

My name spoken so needily is almost as alluring as when Walker calls me Daddy. “Still safe in the dark?”

“Yes, but please, I need to—”

“Not yet. Not that. You are going to forget your own name before I let you come, doctor. Unless you are asking me to stop?”

“ No .” Walker’s thighs quake in their effort to keep his ass steady. “Keep going.”

When I get to the point of scissoring deeply inside him with two fingers, and he is rocking back into my thrusts, I withdraw and start over with my thumbs again.

“ Please ,” he whimpers now. “I don’t want you to stop, but I’ve been good, haven’t I? Please, Daddy… touch me.”

It’s not fuck me , but touch me , which deserves some reward, given he is being so patient. “Such a good boy… Walker .” Doctor and good boy roll so similarly off my tongue, but the way I suckle his name with a soft, growly utterance has him canting back harder against my thumbs.

I remove them to reach for the wine glass and take a drink. When I return, I wrap my hand around his cock so suddenly, he yelps.

“Fuck into my hand,” I command. “If you can finish in… thirty seconds, I'll let you come before I fuck you.”

Walker instantly starts thrusting.

“At my pace.” I squeeze him enough to cease his movements. “Slower. Clock starts now.”

As he begins to thrust again, I lean down to lave over his balls with my wine-soaked tongue.

“Slower.”

His hips stutter, and he slackens his rocking, even though I can tell it is practically torture for him.

“ Slower ,” I say again and let him feel the naked slide of my cock settling into the crease of his cheeks.

He mewls in agony, shaking as he tries to obey.

“Am I being too cruel? A little faster then. Go on.”

At my benevolent concession, he returns to frantic, so close now, I can sense it. Right on the brink.

“Times up.” I pull my hand away, and Walker trembles and wails with something close to a sob. “Shh. The wait will be worth it.”

“No… please, no more.”

“No?”

“No more waiting ,” Walker corrects and glances over his shoulder, though the tie around his head keeps him in darkness. “Please, let me see you. That’s all I ask… and you can edge me all night if you want until I’m a blubbering mess.”

That is tempting.

But I have a body to dispose of.

“There is one more thing I have been aching to do,” I say.

I drink from the wine glass again. Holding a little in my cheeks, enough to keep some chill, I lave over his balls like before.

I lick down his shaft—he’s earned it—and lap at his leaking tip, beneath which I can see the shimmer of the pool beneath him.

What I really want, however, is not more of his cock, much as I enjoy it.

I grip his waist, lick along one side of his hip grooves and gently bite the fleshy part of his side.

“Ah!”

It’s a pleased eruption. Surprised but definitely into it.

I never doubted.

“You are perfect,” I tell him and sink my teeth there again.

“E-even my love handles?” he asks with a bit of self-doubt seeping into his chuckle.

“Especially here.” I lightly bite and tongue over the flesh again. “I wouldn’t change an inch of you, Walker… although I am about to give you a few more.”

Walker’s bashful laugh is somehow more perfect than all the rest.

At last, I unwind the tie from his eyes, and because I am a benevolent Daddy, I use it to swipe up the wet spot before I urge him to roll over and help him lie back. He blinks a few times as I come into clearer focus above him after so long in the dark.

“ My good boy…” I toss the dirtied tie aside before dragging my fingers down his chest and stopping right before the bob of his prick. “Your Daddy is going to fuck you now.”

Walker bites his lip, eyeing me up and down, especially my own attentive prick. I have no fleshier parts. I’m too lean. Too skinny, my mother would say. But to have Walker devour me with his eyes so hungrily, I wouldn’t change a thing about myself either.

He tip his hips back and drops open his legs before I have to ask.

Such a good boy.

I can hardly contain myself enough to roll on the condom. Walker is so wet, I only needed to use his precome to slick my fingers, but I am liberal now with the lube, using more than I need to be certain this next slide in requires no interruption.

I spear Walker slowly, an unhurried but constant progression until I give him the last of me with a firm thrust.

“Ah!” His eyes flutter, and he immediately starts to rock on my cock.

I pin him, impaled within him, so he can barely wriggle.

“T-Tr…” he starts to say my name, I’m sure that’s what he stutters, but when his eyes meet mine, he says, “ Daddy .”

I hook my arms under his hips and lift him up the padded headboard.

Walker’s eyes widen. I knew he wouldn’t expect it, my strength, my resolve to fuck him up against a surface instead of down on one. It’s because I want him to know, I need him to know that I can have and hold absolutely all of him.

I pull out slowly and just as deliberately reenter, setting a pace that increases with each thrust by measured increments.

Slow. Then a little faster. A little faster.

Until Walker releases half-uttered moans on every upward pound and drops his head back against the headboard, surrendering even more as he takes all that I give him.

His instincts are to clutch the padding behind him, but as my pace quickens, swallowed up inside him again and again, he winds his arms around my neck like when we danced.

He clings, trying to pull me closer. His cock trapped between us is leaving wet streaks between my pecs as its tip rubs up and down.

Up and down. He keeps trying to pull me closer, to make the friction better, even as the effort folds him in half.

“Come for me, Walker,” I say as I fuck him, further folding him too, “my good boy, my perfect boy… so I can taste you before I fill you.”

Walker wails and grips my neck so tightly I can feel his blunt nails leaving half-moon indents in my skin. When a final squeak leaves him, he nearly arches us off the anchor of the headboard. I’m strong, but without it, I could not hold him for long.

He’s coming, first with little spurts, and then, finally, with a higher, arching release that hits my chin. It’s not high enough to swipe with my tongue, so I thrust inside him deep enough to pin him to the wall again. I am right on the brink myself, but I keep Walker there as I hold his gaze.

With one hand, I swipe his come from my chin and suck it off my finger. Then I kiss him, claiming and greedy for more, as I renew my thrusts with mad, desperate fervor.

Walker’s whimpers reach a point of sounding desperate, over-sensitized and needing reprieve—just as I finally finish and lick the sweat from his throat.

He is my good, perfect, marvelous boy, all mine, and I hold him fast like I might never let him leave this position again, pinned with me buried inside him.

Of course, the need in my muscles for my own reprieve is an eventual necessity, and I lower Walker slowly as I pull out and lay him on the bed.

He cringes a little when he unfolds and stretches out his legs, but it’s a contented cringe, followed by a smile for the well-earned ache.

Gently, I roll him onto his side so I can settle in behind him.

I run my hand down the length of his tattoo, feeling each groove of his spinal column. He melts into the touch like he has never been more satisfied. I should think he hasn’t. Not until me.

“Well done,” I say. “So well done. Every time I think you can’t possibly exceed my expectations, you do.”

“I think that’s my line.” Walker chuckles.

“I am happy to hear that.” And I am. I truly am. “Does that mean our fourth date was worth the wait, doctor ?” I mold myself against his back and kiss his cheek. It’s the one without the scar, but just as pleasant to feel beneath my lips.

“Only if it’s not the first and last time, Daddy .” Walker cranes his neck around for a true kiss.

There are two times when I feel briefly whole, like I imagine normal people feel more often. In the moment when a deserving someone’s life is about to be snuffed out by my hand. And when a very different deserving someone is on the brink of rapture because I brought them there.

The wholeness I feel in those moments is fleeting. That’s the difference with Walker. This feeling is not going away. The more I look at him in our shared bliss, the more my wholeness grows.

“I really want to stay like this,” Walker says, snuggling back against me.

“So do I.” I mean that too like I never have with anyone else, especially considering it is time for Walker to leave.

“Um, but….”

“But?”

“I kind of need to pee.” He peeks back at me again.

I laugh and want nothing more than to capture another kiss, so I do.

I can despondently tell him that I want him to stay once he returns from the bathroom, but that I would be too distracted with him in my bed and need to get up early.

I’ll mean that as well, but I have to clean up Wayfair’s body, and that means this perfect night cannot risk an encore.

While Walker is gone, I dispose of the condom, sip a bit more wine, and spread out on the bed to wait for him, not quite ready to get dressed.

A strange shuffling sound is heard from outside the bedroom.

Walker calls from the bathroom as he exits it, “I think something fell over in the closet.”

“Wait—” I am off the bed immediately, but it’s not fast enough to get to him before he opens the closet door.

And Wayfair’s body spills into the hallway.