Chapter 5 – Wilder
I nod. I already told her she that doesn’t need to thank me anymore. I hope that isn't the only reason she’s still awake.
Maybe the bed’s uncomfortable.
Or maybe she’s uncomfortable sleeping so close to a guy who doesn’t make her feel safe.
“You didn’t ask me much about myself tonight, and that’s okay.
But something you should know about me is that I like guys who care about animals.
A lot. There’s something about a man who cares for vulnerable creatures when they need some help that…
gets me.” Her gaze drops down to the floor and then returns to mine as she looks up at me behind her thick lashes.
There’s only a little bit of moonlight coming in from the pool house window but it’s enough for me to catch the way her pupils have widened and the swell of her breasts as her chest rises and falls.
She steps towards me tentatively, like she's just as lost on what to do next as I am, and I hope that’s the case. I hope I’m not the only one here fumbling for the right words and actions. I'm rooted to the spot on the couch, unsure of whether I should pull her close or let her make the first move.
She’s right, I don’t know anything about her, and I should have asked more.
Maybe it’s because I don’t want just a casual hook-up with her.
I don’t want to treat her like the other women who I’ve slept with, using them for a warm body to take away the persistent ache of loneliness that's pervaded my very being for the last two years. I don't want to use her to simply get off and I’m not sure why I’m feeling that way.
“It wasn’t a problem. Like I said, we’ve got the space for the kittens here and I’ll keep an eye out for them. Make sure they’re eating properly.”
She nods, and steps forward again until she’s standing right between my legs.
“I like that you’re quiet, and slower to speak.
I like that you think things through before acting, and talking.
And I know that I don’t know anything about you except that you live in this pool house and have a soft spot for kittens,” her voice drops lower, and her eyes cast to the side, “but I think you might just be one of the most handsome guys I’ve ever seen. ”
I swallow the dryness in my mouth down and clear my throat. Where’s the words I seem to always have rolling through my mind when I need them? The ones that I have no problem putting pen to paper with. “I think you’re… incredible. Beautiful, Teagan.”
A shy smile crosses her face, and I smile back.
She takes one more step towards me and then lowers herself to straddle my hips, one knee on other side of me as I sink back into the couch, bringing her body with me.
The warmth from her heat is everywhere on me now as her soft limbs cover mine like a blanket.
She smells so good. Like warm vanilla and cocoa and her breath smells like mint.
I bet she’d taste better.
And is she... not wearing underwear?!
She slowly rocks back and forth on me as I wind my fingers up through her dark as night hair, tugging gently and revealing her neck as I bring my lips forward and kiss it gently while breathing her in. Her skin is soft under my lips, like butter and I can feel her pulse racing under my touch.
I pull back just enough to look at her soft, green eyes.
She’s smiling—confident, sure, and giving me all the permission I need.
Her hands slide around my neck, pulling me toward her, and then her lips are on mine, warm and soft, kissing me gently before deepening into something hungrier.
Her mouth is hot and inviting, her tongue tangling with mine in a way that sends a wave of heat straight through me.
But as much as I want this, a thought creeps in, clawing its way to the surface. Is she doing this because she feels like she has to? Because of the kittens? It’s those intrusive thoughts that are always lingering in the back of my mind, making me question everything.
I pull back again, breaking the kiss, though my body protests every second of the distance. My eyes find hers, searching for the truth.
“Teagan,” I murmur, my voice low and uneven, “I told you not to thank me anymore.”
I know she feels my cock hard and pressing between her thighs because she isn’t wearing anything but a scrap of fabric underneath my flannel shirt.
There’s no way she doesn’t. But I’ll stop this right here and now if gratitude is the reason she’s doing this.
I want her for real, not because she feels obligated.
Her eyebrows pinch together, and she shakes her head, her voice soft but firm. “I’m not doing this as a thank you. I’m doing this because I want to. I want you.” She leans in, her words brushing against my lips. “Do you want me, Wilder?”
More than I want to breathe.
I nod and scoop her up, cradling her to my chest as I carry her back to my room. The bed meets the back of her thighs gently as I set her down, bringing her to the edge, where I don’t waste another second showing her exactly how much I want her.
“Spread your legs wide for me,” I command, from where I drop to my knees in front of her.
She pushes her legs apart slowly as if she’s suddenly shy.
I press my hands on her knees, pressing them wider as the rest of my checkered shirt rides up and reveals to me nothing but a silk thong on underneath.
Her chest is flushed and beautiful, and her pussy is bursting through the thin fabric that’s doing a shit job of containing her wet lips.
There’s nothing more that I want to do than shove my face in between her legs and make her scream so loud that my parents hear it back inside the rancher.
I might be a quiet lover, but I don't want her to be with me.
My fingertips trail up her thighs, squeezing where her hips meet and then cupping her mound before hooking into the edges of the thong and dragging it down her body around her ankles.
Then I lift my head and look up. She’s bare, and swollen.
I cup her hot, wet pussy with my palm before slipping just my middle finger into her slit, using my thumb to gently tease her clit.
She arches her back onto the bed in pleasure, slowly lowering herself all the way onto her back until I feel her soak my fingers.
I plunge a second inside, hooking it slightly, rubbing her wetness up around her clit then back inside of her as I pick up my pace.
“Watch me, Teagan,” I say as she leans forward onto her elbows to look at what I’m doing.
I pull my fingers out and then bring them to my lips in a slow, deliberate suck that has her thighs shaking.
“You taste like honey.” She lets out a moan and then without warning, I bury my face between her legs, drawing that thickened clit into my lips with a firm suck and flick of my tongue.
“Oh… fuck,” she squeals, arching her back then relaxing into my face. She smells good, but tastes even better. My hand moves down to my cock in my pants, giving it a firm squeeze to try to calm it.
Her fingers weave into my hair and tug gently, guiding me to where it feels best, and I let her.
I lick her slit softly and then capture her clit in my lips again, flicking it with my tongue over and over again until her legs are shaking.
She’s so damn wet, and taste so damn sweet.
What I really want is to crawl up on the bed, flip her around until she’s on top of me, riding my face to take her own orgasm but I’m not sure she’s ready for that and frankly, I don’t trust myself moving when she tastes this good.
She lets out a loud gasp, grabs my head and presses it just where she needs me as I smile against her pussy and hum gently and slipping another finger inside of her, pumping eagerly.
“Wilder… that feels so good.”
“Your tight cunt is squeezing my fingers like a vice,” I say, my tongue punishing that clit again with firm flicks and then soft licks as she moans and then groans, flopping all the way onto the back of the bed, practically spineless as I feel her sweet pussy grip me.
I add a third, stretching her around me until I can feel her walls clench and tighten. My cock kicks in my jeans and my balls tighten, and I know before it happens, I’m going to come.
She spasms, calls out my name in breathless moans, and falls apart so fucking sexy I can’t hold back.
I release in my jeans, making a mess of myself but don’t stop.
I keep pumping, letting her ride the wave of her orgasm until she’s completely stilled, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her eyes remain open, staring up at the ceiling.
When I’m sure she’s finished, I stand up and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
Her eyes flutter open until they meet mine from where she’s laying.
“You… you surprised me Wilder. You might be quiet, but that’s not for a lack of passion.”
I smile because I might not have had the words to say to her tonight, but I’m glad I was able to show her in a different way just how beautiful I think she is.
I sit next to her on the bed, then lean down, brushing my lips gently against her temple and savoring her sweet scent and relaxed, post orgasmic body.
“Sleep well, Teagan.”
She shoots up in the bed as I stand up and turn to leave.
“Where are you going?" Her eyes drift down to my pants where I’m still tenting my pants and an obvious wet spot marks just what I’ve done.
Sure, I’d love to have those pretty lips of hers wrapped around my crown while she takes me down that slender column of a throat, it’d feel a lot better than sitting in the mess I have currently between my legs, but not tonight.
“Oh…” she says, realization dawning on her face.
“Yeah, oh,” I respond. “First time I’ve done that since I was a kid. You aren’t just a casual fuck, Teagan. And I don’t want to be a one-night stand for you. I’ll take you back to your car at the bar in the morning.”
Before she can protest, I turn and head out to the living room, closing the bedroom door firmly behind me.
Slumping back onto the couch I pull a blanket over me, listening for any noise from her room.
My breath is still fast, and my cock is rock hard.
I strip off my pants and boxers, reach down and stroke it a few times beneath the covers, imaging how it’d feel to be inside her someday.
Someday soon.
Because now that I’ve tasted her, felt how her heat clings to my fingers like it’s meant to keep me there, I know this won’t be the last time. It can’t be. Not with the way she’s already rooted herself in my mind.
But tonight wasn’t the right time, and I didn’t want to push her into something she’d regret.
She barely knows me, and let’s be honest—I haven’t exactly been a smooth talker when it comes to explaining myself or my intentions.
Most of our interactions so far have been me fumbling through words and staring at her like she’s the only woman in the world. And maybe she is, at least to me.
Still, I didn’t even ask her enough about herself tonight.
I have no idea how much she drank back at the bar, and with emotions running high after finding the kittens, it didn’t feel fair to complicate things any further.
She deserves better than that. Better than me, maybe.
But I can’t help the way she gets under my skin, the way her laugh echoes in my chest or the way her touch lingers on me like it’s burned there.
I let out a heavy sigh, my hand wrapped firmly around my shaft as I drag the skin up, the motion smooth and deliberate as I press back down, letting the pressure build until my balls tighten and my spine tingles.
My mind keeps circling back to her—her lips, her body, the way she gasped when my fingers found her slit.
I can still feel the way she clenched around me, tight and sweet, like she never wanted me to leave.
The image of her flashes behind my closed eyes, vivid and impossible to ignore.
Her hips arching toward me, her breath hitching as I imagine burying my cock inside her, slow and steady until there’s no space left between us.
The thought is enough to push me over the edge but when I bring my fingers to my nose to smell her scent, my strokes go frantic.
A low groan escapes me as I stroke faster, my breath ragged, and after a few more punishing seconds, I spill hot and thick across my stomach. My chest rises and falls as I come down from the high, the tension in my body giving way to a bone-deep exhaustion.
I reach for the edge of the blanket, wiping myself clean with a corner before tucking myself back into my boxers. It’s not my finest moment, but I don’t care. The only thing I care about right now is Teagan.
I settle back into the couch, the cushions lumpy and unforgiving, but none of that matters. My eyes drift shut, and she’s all I see—her smile, her sharp wit, the way she looked at me tonight like I might actually be someone worth trusting.
As sleep pulls me under, I make a silent promise to myself.
Tomorrow, I’ll get it right. Tomorrow, I’ll find the words.
Because Teagan deserves more than just my silence, my clumsy attempts to figure out how to keep her close.
She deserves everything, and I’m starting to think I might be the man to give it to her.