36. Reed
The rest of the day passes quickly, my mind on autopilot, as I go through the motions of posting on Wilder’s social media accounts and gathering as much content as I can manage.
His post about his first race went instantly viral, and I have been trying to keep up with the comments ever since.
I also reluctantly posted some images of Eloise and I together on my own accounts, making some of the brands I work with very happy, as they all leave blissful comments about us.
I should be grateful for my life, and everything I am getting to do, but all I can think about is Wilder’s dick inside of me.
Fuck, what happened in the dressing room was hot, but it always is with him, no matter where we are.
Except now, I can’t help but wonder where this leaves us.
I can no longer deny our connection, or how much I want him, but how far can I really let this go, when I’m firmly inside of the closet and have a deadline on my freedom?
Excusing myself from all the celebrating, I head back to my room in the hopes of catching up with Eloise.
I haven’t seen much of her since the race ended, considering I was busy with work, though she did text me that she was enjoying the fun.
I looked for her a little while ago but couldn’t find her, so I can only presume she is waiting in our room for me.
Except when I push inside I find it completely empty. In fact, it looks as if she hasn’t been back here since this morning, which is strange.
Pulling my phone out, I shoot her a quick text.
Reed - Where are you babe?
I pace back and forth a little, until she responds a full five minutes later.
Eloise - I made a few friends and we went for dinner. Don’t wait up!
Well, I guess I’m on my own tonight.
Which is fine, no, in fact, it’s great. I’ve been so busy this week, hell this whole trip, so a night to myself is just what I need.
I can catch up on my reading, upload all my photos, or even respond to all my brand emails.
Deciding to do the latter, I grab my laptop and get to work, lasting all of seven minutes before groaning and slamming it shut.
My phone pings with more notifications from Wilder’s account, and upon checking them, I decide that maybe he needs another post.
Another post would require another interview.
Another interview would mean I’d need to go and find him.
I contemplate my options for all of thirty-seconds, before calling Laura to find out where Wilder is, and she confirms he went back to his room not long after I left.
Perfect, great, this is good, I can go to his room, get some more quotes, and upload another post for the fans.
Yes, that’s a great idea, one that has absolutely nothing to do with wanting to see him again.
No, this is for work purposes only, strictly professional.
Taking my phone with me, I leave my room and head to Wilder’s, telling myself I don’t care who sees me when I am looking up and down the halls. Still, when I knock on his door, I hold my breath in anticipation until he opens.
He answers with a frown, one that instantly turns into a smirk when he sees that it’s me. “Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” he muses, stepping aside for me, and I don’t hesitate in entering.
“Sorry I would have texted but I was too deep in work mode,” I say, flicking my eyes around his room to make sure he’s alone. “I thought I could grab another quote for your social media accounts,” I add, turning to find him leaning on the back of his now closed door, watching me.
“Twice in one day huh, Blue, I knew you were obsessed with me.” I force myself to roll my eyes so he doesn’t see the truth in them, but all he does is wave his hand in my direction, as if asking for me to continue.
I scramble for a question, clearly having not thought this through. “How was the race today?” I ask, clearing my throat and opening my phone to make notes, and I don’t miss his knowing appraisal.
“The race was good, what happened after the race was better,” he replies with ease, watching me closely, and I swallow thickly at the reminder of what we did in his dressing room.
It was hot, frantic, messy, and so damn fucking perfect.
I shake those thoughts from my head as quickly as I can. “How are you feeling now you’ve made the top twenty-four?” My question this time has him smirking, as he slowly pushes off the door.
“Feels pretty good,” he states matter of factly, erasing the space between us, inch by tortuous inch.
Ignoring his closing proximity, I push on. “What are you going to do to prepare for the next race?” By the time I have finished my sentence, Wilder has reached me.
The heat from his body is almost suffocating, as he leans in close and brings his thumb to brush against my lips. “Does this pretty mouth do anything but ask questions?” he taunts, using the same words he said to me the first night we met, and lust pulses through me.
“Not as much as I’d like,” I say, just like I did back then, and he smiles, leaning forward, removing the last inch between us and pressing his lips against mine.
He kisses me softly, a gentle massage of his mouth against mine, that has me reaching behind me to dump my phone on the nearest surface so I can pull him against me. I try to deepen the kiss, but he keeps control, not letting me rush the pace, and just devours my mouth like it’s his and only his.
When he feels my erection brush against him, he smirks against my mouth. “This is what you’re really here for, aren’t you, Blue?” His hand grips my cock through my pants, squeezing it roughly and making me gasp against his lips. “Yeah, you’re a desperate little slut who wants to be fucked.”
I’m nodding before my mind can even catch up to my body, just needing him to keep going, because his touch on me feels so good. His hand works me hard but slow, stroking me over the fabric of my pants, and giving me just enough friction to be putty in his hands.
“Wild,” I hiss, once again trying to deepen our kiss, and he allows his tongue to slip into my mouth and tangle with mine.
It’s still not enough, I need more, but before I can take it he pulls back and glares at me.
“I’ve had to fuck you on a balcony, in a dressing room, on a damn yacht with my best friend,” he snarls, dragging his mouth across my jaw and making me tremble until he reaches my ear.
“Do you really think now I have you all to myself for as long as I want, that I’m going to rush this?
” His tongue flicks against my ear and I almost explode right there, but he pulls back before I embarrass myself. “Now come on, Blue, let’s go.”
Before I can even ask where, he is pushing me toward the bathroom, unbuttoning my shirt as I stumble backward in a lust-driven haze.
Once there he strips me out of my shirt and pants fully, dropping my boxers too, until I am completely naked before him.
Only then does he rid himself of his own clothes, his eyes scanning every bit of bare skin I have on display as he goes, before he reaches into the shower to turn it on.
Once he deems the temperature worthy, he pushes me inside, slamming his lips back to mine as the water starts to cascade over us.
This time his kiss isn’t slow or gentle, it’s ravenous, like every kiss before has been a warm-up for this moment right here.
He isn’t just kissing me, he’s consuming me, mind, body, and fucking soul.
It’s the kind of kiss you see in movies or read about in books, the butterflies starting in my stomach and going all the way down to my toes.
His fist reaches up and wraps around both of our lengths, jacking us roughly until precum starts to spill down our shafts, making it all the more slick.
Both of us thrust into his fist, getting a rhythm going, as we pull apart and I stare at how good our cocks look together in awe.
When I flick my stare back up to him, I find him watching me, and the look in his eyes makes my heart race.
I’m not sure what he sees in my own stare, but it has him cursing and grabbing the back of my neck, kissing me again.
His strokes get faster and firmer, our panted breaths colliding with our moans between kisses, as his other hand slides up to pull on my hair. “So fucking pretty like this, Blue,” he groans against my mouth, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it roughly.
My own hands start to explore the wet planes of his body, his nakedness too fucking perfect to ignore.
I can’t believe I get to see him like this, wet and completely bare, and looking at me like I am the only thing he has ever desired in his life.
He’s fucking stunning, and could no doubt have anyone, but he’s here with me.
It makes my heart ache as much as my balls.
“Fuck me, Wild, I need you so fucking badly.” My cock jumps in his palm, another moan spilling from my lips, as he starts to jack us even faster.
“That’s it, baby, beg for it,” he groans, getting off on how desperate I am for him, but I’m too far gone to care.
Except when I open my mouth again, he releases our cocks, leaving me panting and confused, as he reaches for the soap on the shelf and pours it into his hands.
I stare at him, completely bewildered, until he reaches out to lather up my body.
I groan at the contact, leaning into his touch like the greedy little slut I am for him, and he smirks in satisfaction.
He kisses me and caresses me, ensuring every part of my body is clean, before doing the same to his own, and I mean every part. Wilder preps us both thoroughly, the entire time kissing me and calling me a good boy, continuing to take me back to the edge before pulling back.