36. Reed #2
When he finally turns the shower off, I think I might die with my need for him, but Wilder still doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest. He takes his time drying us both off, before slowly guiding me to his bed with his mouth still on mine.
Tugging at the towel around my waist, he rips it off and tosses it to the floor, his hand going back to my cock and stroking me roughly.
Then he drags his mouth down my body, kissing and nipping at my torso until he can lap at the head of my dick.
His tongue works me over, licking up and down my shaft before swirling around my crown, all the while I try and thrust up into his mouth. Every time I do it, he grins against my length, slowing his movements even more, teasing me until my cock is drenched thoroughly in his spit.
“Fuck, you’re an asshole,” I curse, gripping his head, shoving myself rougher against his tongue, but again he stops me.
“I know, that’s what you like about me.” His eyes flick up to mine as he slowly sucks me into his mouth, and I swear I have never seen him look more beautiful in his life.
I shouldn’t want him like this, not when I had him mere hours ago, but the need burning up inside of me is like nothing I have ever experienced. He’s like a drug I don’t want to be free of, and no matter how much I indulge, it will still never be enough.
“Your mouth is fucking heaven on earth,” I hiss, as he slams forward, forcing me to the back of his throat without warning.
My cock is rock hard and aching, precum spilling across his tongue and down the back of his throat, as he watches me with a satisfied smirk.
His eyes are still on mine as he reaches out blindly, and I flick my eyes to the bedside table, knowing what he is searching for.
Inside a small black bag there are condoms and lube, and I toss them both to him eagerly.
He keeps sucking me while lubing up his fingers, before pressing them against my hole and circling them swiftly.
“Wilder,” I moan desperately, tipping my head back until he once again brings me to the very edge, before stopping completely.
“Fuck,” I shout in complete outrage, making him laugh, as he moves back up my body, his fingers still massaging my hole.
“I told you, Blue, I’m taking my time with you,” he grunts, kissing me again, so I can taste myself on his tongue, and fuck, it drives me crazy.
I don’t know how I have denied him so many times in the last two months, because right now I feel like I can’t go without him. He slips two of his fingers into my ass, stretching me out for him, pulling back to watch me with a dark look, filled with anticipation.
“Fuck me, Wilder, please, I need you,” I whimper, my skin burning under his attention.
“Tell me to stop, Blue,” he grunts against my mouth, kissing me again, his fingers now fucking my hole. “Tell me to stop or I’m going to make you mine.”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I curse, pushing myself down onto his fingers. “Make me yours,” I add, turning his stare completely predatory.
He kisses me one more time, hard and brutal, before releasing me and ripping his fingers from my hole.
Pushing up, he spreads my thighs, kneeling between them, his muscular frame looking heavenly as it hulks over me.
I lick my lips as he fists himself to put on a condom, slathering his length with some lube while watching me.
Dropping down onto one hand, he lines his cock up with my hole and starts pressing inside ever so slowly. “You’ve been mine since that night on the balcony,” he whispers against my lips, before shoving himself into the hilt and making me cry out.
His free hand wraps around my throat, holding me in place beneath him, as he starts to pound into me like our bodies are one. “Oh fuck yes, just like that.” My words are choked out, his hand cutting off my breath perfectly, and I have never felt so full.
“You like it when I shove myself inside of you, don’t you, Blue?” he grits against my mouth, kissing me roughly, his hips snapping in a relentless rhythm. “You’re just mine to use, mine to stretch out like a perfect little slut.”
His strokes are quick but deep, slow rolls of his hips that are so punishing I feel like they are ruining me irrevocably.
I’ve never been fucked like this, so deeply, so passionately, so perfectly, and I hate it and love it in equal measure.
Wilder isn’t just ruining me, he’s remaking me, showing me exactly what it can be like with someone when it isn’t just a quick drunken fumble.
It makes me wish I was born with any other last name in the world.
My entire body pulses with my need to come, his cock stroking my prostate with unmatched precision, as my entire body starts to shake. The only sound in the room is the slap of our bodies and our pleasured moans, both of them making a symphony that delights me.
I kiss him again, just wanting to stay here in this moment with him, but when he hits that perfect spot again, I cry out. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before my cock is exploding, cum spilling across my abs, as Wilder pulls back to watch me go off. “Mmm, yes, fucking love when you come for me.”
Only once he has thoroughly fucked me through my orgasm, does he start to pick up his speed, his long, controlled thrusts turning quick and choppy.
I know he’s chasing his own orgasm because his hand tightens around my throat, almost stopping me from breathing completely, as he lets his own orgasm take over.
“Oh fuck, Reed,” he groans, thrusting a few more times, before collapsing on top of me in a haze. “Fuck,” he huffs again, his body now slick with sweat and my cum, but he doesn’t seem to care, leaning up to kiss me again.
We fuck two more times over the next few hours, until we are completely spent and breathless, my body unable to even think about getting up to go back to my own room. I half wonder if that was his plan all along, especially when he pulls me against him like he never wants to let me go.
“Well that was some interview, Blue,” he teases, stroking my hair back while I lay on his chest, and I can’t help but smile.
“I don’t think I can put any of what we just did on the record,” I joke, but he shrugs beneath me.
“I don’t know, I think the people would be very intrigued to know what a good fuck I am,” he replies, just as cocky as always, and I snort a laugh.
“I doubt I could spin that in the right way.”
He’s quiet for a moment, his hand still mindlessly stroking me, until he asks, “What made you get into this line of work, like why social media?”
I take a moment to think about his question, trying to pinpoint it myself, before I sigh, “I don’t really know.
I’ve always loved photography, it’s my passion, and I can still remember when Eloise gifted me my first camera on my thirteenth birthday.
That’s what started her whole annual tradition of giving them to me, and when I started posting on social media I loved it.
I mean sure, I never imagined it would lead to this. ”
“What? You fucking your client in dressing rooms and hotels?” Wilder cuts in, tipping my chin up so he can kiss me again, and I sigh into him, letting myself get lost in his kiss once more.
No, I definitely never pictured this.
We talk back and forth a little more, until the last thing I remember is his hand stroking up and down my back, lulling me into a peaceful sleep.