39. Reed
Eloise and I grabbed dinner together and discussed in depth what has been going on with both Zara and Wilder, but I could tell we were both distracted.
So I wasn’t surprised when we got back to our room and she changed, before excusing herself for the night with a coy smile.
I lasted about twenty-minutes after I had done all my work for the day, before I let a ridiculous idea take hold.
One that I know I shouldn’t run away with, but it turns out the temptation of Wilder Miles is just too damn big.
First I grab a shower and prep, before picking out an outfit, and a decoy one to go over the top of it. Then once I am finished getting ready, I throw a cap on, pull it low over my face, and then take out my phone. I send the first text before I can even second guess myself.
Reed - Are you in your room?
To my surprise, his response comes immediately;
Wilder - No. I’m at the bar with Cas and the guys
I bite my lip, contemplating what to say next, before I say fuck it and throw caution to the wind.
Reed - I think it’s time you go to bed…
I wait mere seconds for his response, but it feels like a lifetime.
Wilder - Is this a booty call, Blue?
Reed - Yes
I see no point in denying it, especially when that’s exactly what it is, and I know Wilder would see through any lie I try to come up with.
Wilder - Give me ten minutes
A thrill shoots through me as I read and reread his text, my heart already hammering in my chest at the thought of seeing him.
Knowing I won’t be coming back here tonight, I pack myself a quick bag of stuff, sliding my laptop and phone inside, before grabbing my key off the dresser and making my way to his room.
I’m knocking before the ten minute mark is even up, and he rips the door open as if he were waiting right on the other side. Reaching out, he grips my hoodie and tugs me inside, shutting the door without missing a beat, until he has me pushed back up against it.
“Miss me?” He asks the question with that addictive smirk on his face, and fuck I want to kiss it right off him.
Instead, I push him back slightly, dumping my bag on the floor and reaching up to take off my cap before I can talk myself out of it.
I didn’t exactly have time to dye my hair, but everything else I took my time picking out just for him.
His eyes widen in delight as he takes in my makeup-covered face, but I don’t stop there.
I grip the hem of my hoodie and lift it up over my head, before also shoving down my pants, until I am standing in nothing but the silk blue robe he bought for me.
It’s tied at the waist with the matching belt, reaching down to my mid thigh, and it’s clear I’m wearing nothing underneath.
In fact, the only other thing I’m wearing is the ring he also gifted me, and like always his eyes find it with satisfaction, before taking in the rest of me.
My eyes are decorated with a silver sparkly shadow that I know he loves, and a soft red lipstick that I know compliments the robe.
“Fuck,” he curses, low and lethal under his breath, as his stare drags all over me like a phantom touch. “What did I do to deserve this?” His question isn’t really a question, it’s more to himself than me, but still I find myself answering.
“Well you did make the top twelve.” My tone is light and teasing, pulling his stare back to mine, and the green in his eyes resembles a forest I could get lost in forever.
I try my best not to fidget, feeling a little vulnerable under his intense gaze, but he erases the distance I put between us with one easy step, his eyes holding mine.
“And are you my reward?” This time he leans in close again, his words ghosting along my lips, and I swallow thickly.
“I’m whatever you want me to be, Wild.” I barely get the sentence out before his lips are on mine, stealing anything else I may have had to say with an earth-shattering kiss.
All I can do is plunge my tongue against his and deepen the kiss further, pulling him against me even harder.
Still it feels like it’s not enough, like I can’t get him close enough, can’t kiss him deep enough, can’t feel every perfect inch of him enough.
His hands are exploring every part of my body, rubbing the silk against my skin like he feels the same way I do, and it’s both exhilarating and dangerous.
Because how am I supposed to deny myself this?
How am I supposed to forget him when the time comes, and act like he isn’t everything I have ever wanted?
In my father’s eyes this is sick, wrong, disgusting, but how can it be when it’s the only time I have ever felt truly seen?
“You look so fucking beautiful, Blue,” he sighs against my mouth, only making my heart beat even faster for him. “I fucking love seeing you all dressed up for me.” His words are gritted against my lips between panted breaths, as he kisses me with nothing but pure need.
Everything about him is intoxicating, drowning out my own self-loathing, and any future I will have to force myself into.
None of that matters now, not when I’m with him, because his touch is enough to take it all away.
I don’t care that this thing between us is temporary, that the season will end and I will have to force myself to forget him, to forget this feeling.
No, the only thing that matters is how I feel right now.
“I love dressing up for you,” I reply honestly, remembering how it felt to dress in a way that I know would make him lose his mind.
No one has accepted me the way he has.
I see it in the way his possessive stare hasn’t left me since the second I undressed down to my robe, and I hold his gaze, as I trace my lips over his jaw.
Tipping his head back, I drag my mouth down his neck, licking and sucking at his pulse point until I feel the vibration of his groan.
The sound makes my heart beat faster, my cock thickening rapidly, as he pulls back and whips his shirt off over his head.
Marveling at the hard planes of his upper torso, I continue my journey, dragging my mouth down to the tattoo on his chest.
When I reach his nipple, I swirl my tongue around it, eyes still on his, as his heated gaze watches me tug on it with my teeth. When he groans again, I smirk, moving my mouth to the other. “Tell me you like it,” I beg softly, needing to hear his praise.
“Like it?” He scoffs out a laugh. “I’m fucking addicted to your mouth, Blue,” he grunts, still watching me, and the nickname has my knees buckling.
I drop down to the floor, already pulling at his belt, just desperate to get it off, watching his eyes darkening even further, as his hands come up to brush back my hair.
Dragging his pants down slowly until I can free his cock, I hold his stare, and the entire time his thumbs brush back and forth on my cheeks, like I am something precious to behold.
“Gonna make a mess of this lipstick,” he muses, using one of his thumbs to smudge it, and I nod, already desperate for him to ruin me.
Fisting his base, I squeeze him roughly in the way I know he likes, before leaning forward and spitting on his length.
“Mmm,” he grunts in approval, the noise making me feel like I’m losing my mind, as I slowly start to stroke him up and down.
“That’s it, baby, get me nice and wet for you. ”
Still staring up at him, I lean forward and drag his crown down my tongue, ensuring I caress the sensitive spot on the bottom. “I think I might be addicted to the taste of you,” I tell him, lapping at the precum now spilling from his tip, and he smirks.
“About time you admitted it,” he hisses, as I suck his head into my mouth, flexing my fingers around his base, teasing him thoroughly. “Now stop fucking playing and suck my cock.”
Using his grip on my hair, he holds me in place as he shoves himself as deep into my mouth as possible, making me moan.
I feel him swell against my tongue, his crown smashing against the back of my throat, before he pulls back and does it again.
Then he is fucking my throat with deep, harsh snaps of his hips, and all I can do is widen my jaw, trying to accommodate his thick length.
He snaps his hips again and again, letting me get drunk off the taste of him, as tears begin to burn my eyes.
“Fuck, Blue, you’re the prettiest thing I have ever fucking laid eyes on.
” One of his hands trails down my jaw delicately, his thumb brushing against my lips where they are wrapped around his cock.
“Gonna fuck this pretty mouth and then your pretty hole, until your lips and this robe are stained in my cum.” His words have me licking him harder, sucking him faster, until his eyes start rolling into the back of his head while tears stream from my own.
Bobbing back and forth, he snaps his hips so I can meet his every thrust, until spit is spilling down my chin. “Need you so fucking bad,” I choke out around his length, as my own cock throbs in anticipation, and he pulls back instantly, dragging me up.
“Not coming in your mouth, I need to be inside you, come on, baby.” Dipping down, he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing me fiercely, as he carries me to his bed.
He doesn’t even tear his mouth away from mine, as he drops us both down onto the mattress and pins me beneath him.
I part my legs, letting him settle there, revealing that I am in fact naked beneath the robe, and he curses.
“Such a good little fuck toy for me,” he hums against my mouth.
“Coming in here dressed all pretty, just ready to seduce me.”
His tongue drags down my throat to my collar bone, and I toss my head back, baring more of myself to him. “It worked, didn’t it?” His hands trail down my torso so he can rip open the belt and study me completely.