Wilder #2
I make quick work of digging into my pocket and finding a condom, sliding it on before I grip my cock.
Spitting on it, I get it as slick as possible before pressing my tip to his hole.
“Have you ever been fucked here?” I ask, pausing as I wait for his answer, and he nods wildly.
“Do you want to be fucked now?” I add in question, pausing for his consent until he nods again.
“Good.” That’s the only warning I give him before I push inside him, hissing at the tightness of his ass as it swallows me whole.
He curses at the intrusion, but I am too lost to the feeling of him wrapped around me to care.
The sight of his raw, red ass pressed against my groin is ungodly, and I pull back and enter him again, unable to resist his deep allure, not giving him any time to adjust to the feeling of me inside of him, before I begin to fuck him hard and fast.
“Oh fuck, Wilder,” he cries, a mixture of pleasure and pain staining his tone, and I release his cock and shove my precum-covered fingers into his mouth, pressing them down onto his tongue.
“When I want my fucktoys to talk, I’ll tell them,” I grunt, muffling any response he might have with my fingers, as I spread his arousal across his tongue while chasing my own.
“I thought you looked pretty before, but fuck, you should see you now.” I spank his ass again, no doubt making the already red skin sting, as I pound into him at a relentless pace.
“You look so fucking pretty when you are bent over like a little slut taking my cock, Blue.”
He splutters around my fingers, attempting to moan something in response, but I ignore him, shoving myself deeper into both his ass and mouth to shut him the hell up. “Fuck your fist, pretty boy, I want my fuck hole falling apart at the feel of my cock buried inside him.”
I’ve had plenty of one night stands over the years, preferring them over any other forms of intimacy, but fuck this might be the hottest one yet.
I can still hear the party raging on below us, unassuming partygoers spilling out onto the lawn right beneath where we are fucking.
All it would take is a few more steps, a quick glance up, a loud, pleasured moan, the thought has me pulsing inside of him, fucking him harder and faster.
“Can you hear that, Blue?” I whisper, leaning forward and dragging my tongue up the side of his throat to his ear.
“Sounds like they are having fun down there,” I muse, rocking my hips against him, and I know the moment the head of my cock begins to caress the perfect spot, because his mouth closes around my fingers as he tries to stifle his groans.
“Shall I make you scream my name? Let them hear what a dirty little slut you are for letting me bend you over and fuck you the first time we met? Let them see your greedy hole swallowing my cock?” I spank him again, making him cry out, his spit spilling down my hand as I muffle his pleasure.
“Nah, those filthy little sounds are just for me.”
Fuck I love playing with my toys.
I keep fucking him, pounding into him with deep long strokes of my cock, until I can feel my release dancing up my spine.
Pulling my spit-stained fingers from his mouth, I shove him down even further, letting my cock sink deeper, as I fuck him harder and faster, seeing his own fist twist and jerk furiously as he chases his own release.
“Come for me, Blue,” I demand, slapping his ass as hard as I can, and he explodes with a loud moan, hot ropes of his cum splashing against the stone of the balcony and making me groan.
“That’s it, such a good little fuck hole for me,” I praise, gripping his hair in my fist and rutting into him, until my own release is spilling into the condom and I come with a hiss of his name.
We’re both panting heavily, our chests heaving and bodies slick with sweat, as we come down from the high of our fuck.
For the first time in months I find myself wanting something other than the season to start, because I definitely wouldn’t mind fucking him again, but the second that thought takes place, I shake it off.
The last thing I need right now is more complications and pretty boys with pretty eyes bring nothing but.
Pulling my cock from his ass, I rip off the condom and toss it aside, as I stumble back to my original spot on the balcony.
I don’t even bother tucking away my cock before I pull another joint from my pocket and light it, breathing in deeply to try and catch my breath before I take a drag.
Reed quickly pulls up his pants, turning to look at me, and instead of the reserved embarrassment I expected, there is an unusual cocky glint in his stare.
“I guess it’s true what they say, you are quick off the mark,” he purrs, zipping up his jeans and straightening the rest of his clothes.
“Excuse me?” I ask, cocking a brow as the joint hangs from my lip, and he only smiles wider.
“I thought you didn’t fuck groupies on race day?” he asks, arching his perfectly shaped brow at me, and I frown.
It takes a few seconds before realisation flows through me. “Press boy?” I ask, remembering him from my changing room earlier today, but he looked a hell of a lot different than he does now.
He does a mock little bow. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Miles,” he replies sarcastically, and anger churns inside of me.
“I told you not to call me that,” I snap, only making his smirk wider, as he realizes he has gotten under my skin.
“Do you prefer, quick start?” His question is said with complete sincerity, and my fist itches to slam into his jaw.
This cocky little prick. When I don’t respond, he pushes off his own spot opposite me and offers me a little two finger salute.
“Well, thanks for the interview,” he laughs, moving to head back inside, but I can’t help but call out to him.
“I don’t recall this being on the record,” I shout, and he pauses on the threshold of the door, the smile he gives me is nothing short of perfect.
“Yeah you’re right, it’s not exactly worth talking about.” Then he winks and disappears from sight without another word.
What the actual fuck?