22. Sloane
22
SLOANE
I panted as I stared at the man hovering over me.
“I… I, oh God.”
Wilder smiled. “I’ll take that as a pet name.”
I tried to roll my eyes but apparently that took too much energy. Even my eyeballs were sated. “I can’t feel my arms and legs,” I said.
“That’s okay. The only thing I want you to feel is my cock.”
I managed to lift my head and look down. “That thing is scary.”
Wilder leaned in and kissed me. “You didn’t seem too afraid of it when you were on your knees.”
“Ignorance is bliss. That was before I knew the true size of it. It actually choked me—that wasn’t for your benefit.”
He smiled and trailed a finger over my neck. “You are incredible.”
I flashed what was probably a goofy smile. “You’re pretty good at what you just did, too.”
“I’m glad you think so, because I plan to spend lots of time doing it.”
My arms and legs felt like jelly, but when Wilder kissed his way to my ear and started to tell me all the other things he planned to do to me tonight, I suddenly got a second wind. The dirtier his words became, the more desperate I grew to have him inside me. Though Wilder still seemed firmly in control. So I decided to rattle him with a taste of his own dirty-talk medicine.
“I’ve never done that—had someone go down on me while I sucked their dick.”
Wilder’s eyes darkened. “But you want to?”
I nodded. “I can’t wait to try it with you.”
“What else haven’t you done?”
“I don’t know. Lots of things. My ex wasn’t the adventurous type.”
“Thank fuck. I already knew he was a moron.”
I smiled and scraped my fingernail over Wilder’s broad shoulder. “I want to try new things with you.”
Wilder reached between us and fisted his cock. He slid his thick head through my wetness but kept going until he reached my ass, then circled my tight hole. “How about here? Would this be new?”
I nodded.
Wilder grumbled a few curses before looking up and thanking God. But I didn’t want to talk anymore, so I took the flesh of his bottom lip between my teeth and tugged.
He hissed. “I may never let you go back to New York.”
“Stop talking and kiss me.”
He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”
Wilder pressed his lips to mine. It didn’t take long for things to grow heated, and soon we were both panting again. He pulled back and kept our gazes locked as he pushed inside me.
“Jesus Christ.” He swallowed. “You’re so tight and wet.”
His body shook as he moved in and out slowly, each time pushing a little deeper. It had been a long time since I’d been with a man, and I’d never been with one his size, so my body needed to go slow, though the tension in Wilder’s jaw told me it wasn’t easy. Once I was fully ready, he took my hands and weaved our fingers together, pulling them up and over my head.
His eyes jumped back and forth between mine. “You are so damn beautiful. And I am crazy about you, sweetheart.”
I felt my eyes fill with tears. Wilder never took his gaze from mine as he moved faster, in and out rhythmically. Soft thrusts grew hard, and gliding grew to rooting deep into my body. The only thing that stayed the same was the way he looked at me. It made me feel so vulnerable, yet somehow safe.
Everything else disappeared, except for our connection—mind, body, and soul. The moment was so powerful, I gave in to it, letting myself be lost in this man. When I began to come undone, Wilder smashed his lips to mine, taking my breath away. “Oh God…” My body started to throb on its own, and my eyes closed. “I’m gonna…”
He pulled back. “Open, sweetheart. I want to watch you give it to me.”
It hit like a storm, a fury tearing up everything in its path, and it took all I had to not surrender and allow my eyes to close. My muscles pulsed, and Wilder read my body, speeding up his pace, chasing his own release. He pumped in and out, the sound of our wet bodies slapping against each other echoing around the room, before burying himself deep and releasing with a growl.
I’d expected Wilder to roll off and collapse after what he’d just done. Lord knows that’s what Josh always did. But this man was nothing like my ex. Wilder kissed me softly, gliding in and out with a smile on his face as we caught our breath.
“If that’s just the beginning,” I said, “I can’t imagine what it will be like by the end.”
Wilder shook his head. “Maybe there won’t be an end, and things will just keep getting better.”
The next morning I woke to my cell phone ringing. I felt around the nightstand, not ready to lift my head or wanting to open my eyes. Grabbing it, I squinted one eye open and considered ignoring the call. But Elijah would only call back, so I swiped. “Hello?”
“Where are you?”
My other eye opened, and I pushed up to my elbows. “What time is it?”
“Umm… Fifteen minutes after we were supposed to meet at the park.”
I was so confused. “But we aren’t meeting until one.”
“I know. It’s one fifteen, girly.”
I jolted upright. “Are you joking?”
Elijah chuckled. “I really hope you were busy balling all night and it’s not that you were watching a Law and Order marathon.”
I looked over at the man next to me, the one who had kept me up until all hours. “Umm…”
“Fuck yeah!”
Elijah screamed so loud that Wilder’s eyes opened. He looked about as happy as I felt to be awake. I covered the phone. “It’s the middle of the day. I was supposed to meet Elijah for the photoshoot at the park.”
“Is that him?”
I nodded.
Wilder held out his hand. “Let me talk to him.”
“What? Why?”
“Give me the phone, Cupcake.”
I pulled the cell from my ear, but hesitated to hand it over. Wilder plucked it from my hand.
“We’re going to need an hour,” he barked into the phone. “There’s a café at the corner of Cross and Baker, on the southeast side of the park entrance. Go have lunch. It’s on me.”
I could hear Elijah speak, even from where I sat. “Okay, but an hour is a long time. I’m going to need a bottle of champagne with lunch.”
“Have at it.”
“The good stuff. Not the cheap shit that gives you a hangover.”
“You have no budget. Buy the best bottle they have. But you don’t get to give Sloane shit for being late when we get there. Deal?”
“Umm…” I shook my head. “The words no budget are very dangerous to say to Elijah.”
Wilder’s eyes dropped to my bare chest. “Buy two bottles. We might be longer than an hour.”
I wasn’t sure if Elijah responded or not, but Wilder swiped to end the call and tossed the phone over his shoulder. He scooped under me and rolled until I was on top of him. I yelped, but the smile on my face was impossible to hide.
“Now say good morning to me properly.” His voice was deep with morning grog, but it was so damn sexy.
I figured he meant a kiss, but I was in a playful mood. “Good morning.”
“I said properly.”
“How exactly do I say good morning properly?”
“With my cock inside of you.”
“Inside of me where?”
He clasped his hands behind his head. “Any hole will do.”
I slapped his chest, laughing. “You’re so crass.”
He cupped his ear. “Did you say in your ass ? Okay, but we’re going to be a lot later than an hour then.”
I shook my head, laughing. “How are you even thinking about sex after last night? I lost track of the number of times we did it.”
Wilder reached around me, pressing his dick to the crack of my ass—his very hard dick. “You’re in bed with me naked. The better question is why are we even going to the park?”
I bit my lip. “We have to be fast because I need to shower.”
“I’ll do you one better.” He climbed to his feet, standing on the bed, and took me with him. “Shower sex. Two birds, one stone.”
Wilder carried me to the bathroom, cradled in his arms, and set me down to turn the water on. Once it was warm, he stepped in and tugged me along. Water rained down over us, and Wilder said good morning properly—with my hands splayed wide on the tile, while he fucked me from behind.