35. Wilder
Ithrust my tongue into his mouth before he can change his mind, adrenaline and lust going to war inside of me, as his body trembles against my own.
His hands are tugging on my neck and race suit, as if he’s fighting to get me closer when there isn’t an inch of space between us.
A small moan slips past his lips, and I swallow it with a groan, nipping on his lips and tongue like my life depends on it.
He’s kissing me, he’s fucking kissing me, and everything inside of me burns with relief.
We shouldn’t be doing this. I know it, and he does too, but from the look on his beautiful face, he cares about that as much as I do.
It doesn’t matter that this thing between us is forbidden, that we know it could never last, I’m still devouring his mouth like it belongs to me and only me.
All the weeks of tension and pretending he doesn’t want this as much as I do, evaporate instantly, as he turns to putty against me.
“Wilder,” Reed moans against my mouth, his taste exploding on my tongue, as I feel the thrust of his hard cock against my own.
Fuck, everything about him is so beautiful.
“Been fucking desperate for this.” I choke the words out between kisses, not wanting to stop for even a second, the feel of him everywhere just too good.
Suddenly the last week means nothing, not my struggles with Caden and Jason, not whatever was bothering him yesterday, and certainly not the race.
No, the only thing that matters is the feel of his hot and insistent mouth against mine.
We groan again, as we bump and grind against one another, and I nip his lip roughly, savoring the way he’s so turned on.
“You’re so fucking hard for me, Blue,” I grunt, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip, and he grunts.
“Please shut the fuck up and fuck me,” he hisses, kissing me back just as roughly, still trying to get closer, and I dip down and pick him up, wrapping his legs around my waist and slamming him back against the door.
“Mmm, I love this filthy, pretty mouth,” I tell him, making him curse again, as I rock my hips against him until his fingers are clawing at my neck. “Begging so pretty for my cock,” I hiss, grinding us together and watching his eyes flicker in desperation.
“I need more, Wilder, please,” he begs, sounding so fucking perfect, but still I slide my hand down and spank him hard.
“I’ll tell you what you fucking need, Blue.”
He moans against my mouth, addicted to the pain only I can give him, like the perfect little toy just begging to be played with. “Oh my God,” he cries, throwing his head back against the door as my mouth trails down his throat, and this time I bite his neck at the same time I spank him.
“Not God, baby, Wilder,” I tell him, sucking deeply on his pulse point, once again leaving my mark against his perfect skin, before pulling back and surveying it keenly.
My chest is rising and falling rapidly, the adrenaline of the race still thick in my veins, as I study him closely.
His blissed-out blue eyes, pink heated cheeks, puffy swollen lips, and now my mark on his throat.
He’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life, and all I want to do is make him mine, but I know we don’t have long.
Pulling him away from the door, I carry him in my arms as I stumble toward the dressing table. “As much as I want to, I can’t take my time with you right now,” I tell him firmly, kissing him again, as I drop him down so he is pressed between the edge of the table and me.
“I know, we don’t have long,” he rushes out, ripping at my race suit buttons and zipper like they personally offend him, as he helps me out of it as quickly as possible.
I shrug out of the top of the suit, not bothering to take off my base shirt, not when I am already leaking in my boxers for him. My own hands attack his pants, pulling at his belt until I can rip them open and free his hard and aching cock.
His enthusiastic blue eyes track my movements, his lips parting as he pants, watching me as I reach down and grip his cock firmly in my palm. “Oh, fuck.”
I stroke him up and down, making him shiver as his precum spills onto my fingers. “How badly do you want me, Blue?” I ask, swiping under the head of his cock, making him weep and moan.
“Ah, so fucking… ah fuck, so fucking badly,” he whines, thrusting up into my palm, and my eyes are transfixed on the way his shaft pulses in my hand.
His cock is fucking perfect, my throat aching for another taste of him, but that will have to wait until later.
“We don’t have long, so this is going to be hard and fast.” He’s nodding rapidly at every word I say, and I quickly spin him around so he is facing the mirror.
I reach out and flatten his palms on the table, meeting his stare in his reflection.
“Do you see how fucking perfect you are?” I say, shifting myself until I am standing behind him, pressing my cock against his ass.
Reed instantly pushes himself forward until he is leaning on his elbows, widening his stance until he’s at the perfect height for me. I reach forward and grip his belt, pulling his pants down until they are bunched around his thighs, and then spanking him roughly.
“Wilder,” he moans, getting tired of my teasing him, but the red tint now staining his skin, only makes me crazier.
My dick is aching to be inside of him, and I step back and frantically search for my wallet, until I can pull out a condom and a lube packet.
His eyes track me in the mirror, hungrily watching every move I make, as I make my way back to him.
Suiting up my dick, I coat it in lube and then rub some against his hole, making him gasp at the sensation.
My pretty boy looks beautiful and desperate, and I can’t wait to sink inside of him.
Lining myself, I press the tip against his hole and pause.
“Love seeing you all open and ready for me,” I muse, teasing him with my crown in gentle little thrusts, never breaching inside of him.
“So good for me, aren’t you? Letting me bend you over like this.
Gonna let me fuck my hole any time I please, aren’t you, baby? ”
A jagged moan leaves his lips, his hips pushing back against me, searching for more. “Fuck, I hate you,” he grinds out, when my hands fly to his waist to keep him pressed firmly against the chair.
Those words set me on fucking fire, as I lean forward and smirk. “How many times do I need to tell you that I don’t like pretty boy bullshitters?” I ask, thrusting forward, memorizing the look on his face and his sweet ragged moan as I bottom out inside of him.
“Fuckkkk,” he drags out, low and lethal, and all I can do is nod, because his hole is squeezing me like a damn vice.
“You’re the tightest fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” I grit through my teeth, pulling back slowly and then watching myself sink inside of him again.
The way he is gripping me is the sweetest torture I have ever experienced, and the way he is already eagerly pushing back on me is going to be my undoing.
“Impatient pretty thing, aren’t you?” I huff, sweat already slick against my spine, and his blown out stare meets mine.
“Well you did say this was gonna be hard and fast,” he replies, thrusting back against me and making me hiss. “What’s the matter, rookie, did you use all your speed up on the track?”
I shake my head with a smirk. “You’re gonna pay for that, Blue.” I don’t give him a chance to respond, before I pull all the way back to my tip again and then slam inside. Not stopping this time, just fucking him hard and fast, relishing in his moans.
We’re both panting and breathless as I lean against him, pulsing my hips into him over and over again, desperately chasing a new kind of high.
It’s fast and possessive, making the table bang against the wall, that would tell anyone close by exactly what we’re doing in here.
Not that Reed seems to care, his entire body is trembling beneath me, his hips constantly pressing back against my own, seeking for me to go harder and deeper.
“Fuck, yes, that’s it, right there,” he cries, his voice quivering with every word, and I lean forward and snatch his chin, sealing his panting lips to mine.
I suck his tongue into my mouth, rolling my hips rapidly as he arches his back into me, letting me slide in even deeper.
We groan in unison again, both rutting against the table as our need for one another takes over.
When I pull all the way back to my crown, only to slam in even harder, one of his hands flies to the back of my neck, holding me in place.
I lift him back off the table, still leaning us against the edge as I thrust into him again and again, watching his cock leak all over the surface.
The sight of him rock hard and beautifully swollen makes me wild. “Look at you, Blue. Such a good little slut for me, taking everything I’ve got.”
The table still smashes against the wall, the sound of it thrilling me like never before, as I think about someone hearing what I’m doing to him in here. Especially when he lets out a loud moan of pleasure, dropping his head back against my shoulder and letting me use him so pretty.
“Grip your cock for me, Blue. I want to see you spill all over that table and feel you squeezing my dick.” His hand flies up instantly, another moan falling from his throat, as he grips himself tightly.
“Good boy,” I praise, slowing my pace a little, letting him feel every last bit of me slide inside of him one inch at a time.
“Fuck, your cock is going to be the death of me,” he gasps, rocking his hips back against me, as he thrusts himself between my cock and his palm. “Need to come, I’m fucking aching for it.”
“Fuck, love hearing this pretty mouth talk like that.” I press slick, open-mouthed kisses to the side of his throat, letting the vibrations of his moans guide my tongue up and down his skin.
He trembles against me, his fingers relentlessly working his shaft, as I watch him in lust and awe.
“That’s it, there you go, fuck that fist nice and tight for me.
” I snap my hips in time with his thrusts, fucking him ruthlessly until he starts to dissolve into his orgasm.
“Oh my fucking, Go….Wilder,” he curses, spraying the table with hot ropes of cum, and leaving a fucking depraved mess I want to see him lick up.
It takes everything I have inside of me to not explode as I fuck him through his orgasm, letting him enjoy every last second.
It doesn’t matter that he’s still coming, his body still tries to seek more, arching against me, as my cock swells inside of him.
My mouth once again trails along his throat, panting filthy words against it, as my hand reaches up to fist in his hair.
Using my hold on him, I pull him back, still thrusting inside of him. “So fucking good with you,” I mutter under my breath, hating how fucking perfect he feels wrapped around me.
I roll my hips again, my balls drawing up as every muscle in my body tenses, my orgasm spilling from my cock before I can stop it. Reed throws himself forward again, bracing himself on the table so he can take every harsh snap of my hips, until I am collapsing against him.
His eyes hold mine in the mirror, watching me fiercely. “You’re so fucking hot when you come,” he whispers, shaking his head in disbelief, as if he can’t believe we just fucked again.
I drop my head into the center of his spine and laugh with a shake of my head.
“Stop flirting with me when I’ve already come inside you,” I grunt, wishing I actually did come inside him and not the condom, and he smirks.
It’s both smug and satisfied, and has me pushing off of him and gripping my hand in his hair, guiding his mouth to where he spilled on the table.
“You better clean up the mess you made, Blue,” I order, watching his blue eyes darken into a storm, as my command washes over him.
Then, with his stare still on mine, he leans down and laps his tongue against the surface, licking up his cum.
Fuck. I am so fucking gone for him.
I watch him with a heated stare, my cock still half hard inside of him, as my hands flex in his hair and on his hip. All I want to do is take him back to my hotel room and explore every inch of his body with mine, but reality comes crashing back down all too soon.
“Wild, you in there?” My dad calls through the door, banging on it roughly, and I watch every bit of bliss disappear from Reed’s face.
“Shit!” He pushes me off roughly, making me stumble, as he quickly fumbles with his pants, trying to get them back up.
“Relax, Blue,” I tell him, ripping off the condom and discarding it, before I pull up my race suit. “We’re in here doing an exclusive interview, remember?” I add with a wink, and he rolls his eyes at me but smiles, as he throws himself toward the little sofa.
I wait until he has his laptop open, watching him brush his hands through his hair, before I unlock the door and open it. “Hey, everything okay?” I ask my dad, and he flicks his stare between me and Reed.
“Oh yeah, sorry, I was coming to find you to make sure Lamont could get a post together, but I can see you’re already working on it.” He smiles with pride, and I can’t help but return it.
“Yeah, you know Reed, always eager for me,” I reply with a smirk, moving back into the room and taking a seat across from him, as if that’s where I was before my dad interrupted us.
“Well this is good, we need something online ASAP, because the sponsors want you back out there before it’s time for media.” His words are paired with the clacking of the keys on Reed’s keyboards.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Miles, I’ve already drafted a post that only needs minor tweaks, and Wilder and I were just about to pick some photos to go with it,” he tells my father, using his no-nonsense professional tone, and all it does is make my dick flicker with interest again.
“Perfect, both of you come and find me when you’re done, I’ll keep everyone at bay until then.” We both nod, watching as he turns to leave, closing the door behind him.
When we both look at one another again, I can’t help but burst out laughing, Reed quickly joining me, but not before tossing a cushion at me. “I really fucking hate you, Miles,” he grumbles, shaking his head, and it only makes me smile wider.
“No, Blue, you really don’t.”