Page 50 of The Haunting of Lockton

I licked up the underside of him before delving into his slit, lapping at the precum beaded there.

“Oh my god, Skyler.” Paxton arched his back.

I flicked my tongue in the same spot, over and over. He moaned and thrust his hips upward, as if on impulse. I relaxed my throat muscles and took him deeper, gliding up and down, my spit leaving a nice, slick trail. His shaft glistened as I popped off and took a breath before diving back in for another swallow.

“You’re going to kill me,” he said on a half whimper, half groan. “Ah, fuck. St-Stop or I’m gonna—” A deep groan broke off his words, and his abdomen muscles started to tense.

I squeezed his base and pulled off. “Not yet. I don’t want you to come until you’re buried in my ass.”

Paxton’s lips parted, and he swallowed hard before reaching down for me. I grabbed his hand and kissed up his body, heading for that mouth I couldn’t get enough of.

It had been about three months since I’d been with anyone. A total dry spell for me. However, being with Paxton right then, I was kind of glad it had been a while. Because kissing him, feeling his fingers probe my entrance as he prepped me, I forgot everyone who’d come before him.

This is just a fling, I reminded myself. A onetime hookup. Maybe two or three times, depending on how he felt about it. But no matter how many times we went at each other, it didn’t mean anything.

It couldn’t.

“Skyler?” Paxton was positioned between my legs, fingers deep inside me.

I blinked down at him. “Yeah?”

“Do you have condoms?”

“I have one or two… boxes.”

Paxton laughed. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“I’m full of surprises, Ichabod. Just you wait.” The biggest surprise being toward myself. Because as Paxton found the box of condoms, pulled one free, and returned to the bed, I reachedfor him, wanting to feel his weight on top of me. Wanting to feel… I wasn’t sure. All I knew was I wanted him closer.

He wrapped his cock and slicked it with lube before hovering over me, one arm beside my head on the mattress while the other held his shaft. The tip brushed my opening, and I shuddered with anticipation. “Before we do this, I…” He shook his head. “Never mind.”

“Tell me,” I said.

Light came in from the window where the moon streamed in, the silvery beams highlighting his pale skin. “I guess I’m just wondering what this is between us. If it’s just a casual thing for tonight or if…” His voice quietened as he added, “If it means something more.”

“You wait until your cock is pressed to my ass to ask?”

Paxton averted his gaze. “Poor timing, I know. Sorry.”

Sex had always been no-strings-attached for me. Traveling made it hard to settle down with anyone. Long-distance relationships were nothing but a headache. But something about Paxton’s expression right then squeezed my heart.

Did hewantit to mean more?

Did I?

“Do we need to put a label on it right now?” I asked, answering both him and myself. I hooked an arm around his lean waist and tugged him closer, my breath hitching as his tip pushed in a little. “Because tonight, I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

Paxton’s eyes closed as a soft moan escaped his lips. He looked so damn sexy it took all my willpower not to grind my hips up and see more of his expressions—to hear more of those hot moans.

“I…” He released a shaky breath and looked at me, a soft gleam in his eyes. “I think I can manage that.”

He more than managed.

Paxton started a slow roll of his hips, pushing in a little before stopping, pulling back, and going in deeper. The sting faded as the seconds ticked by. Not that I minded a bit of pain with my pleasure. Once I was more accustomed to his size, he thrust in with more force.

I stared up at him, seeing the silvery moonlight on his skin, listening to the bed softly creak beneath us. I had intended for a good fucking with no emotions attached, but for some reason, as we moved together in that moonlit room, hearts thrashing in our chests and our breaths hitching, I felt… different.

Paxton lowered his face and kissed me.