42. Wilder
Idon’t know what tastes worse, his kisses that I can’t keep, or the lies he keeps telling us both.
Maybe that’s unfair of me, because Reed isn’t really lying to me, he’s lying to himself, and somehow that’s an even harder pill to swallow.
I know what we are, what I feel, and still he’s going to look me in the eye and deny it all.
A bit of fun. The words replay in my head as I mold my mouth against his, kissing him with everything I have, and still it’s not enough.
And that’s the problem, nothing is ever enough with him, and still he reduces us to nothing.
My mouth fucks his, our tongues fighting to erase the distance between us from the last two days, as my hands flex around his jaw.
I missed him, and I fucking hate that I did, because I don’t do this, I don’t get attached, but somehow Reed managed to sneak past all my defenses.
Three months ago I didn’t even know his name, and I fucked him without a care in the world.
Now I’m so fucking gone for him that I can’t even think straight.
And he’s right, this was supposed to be a bit of fun, but now it’s so much more than that.
“Do you have any idea how much you piss me off?” My question is panted against his mouth, his tongue still tangled with mine, and still he isn’t close enough.
I want every part of him, the lies, the truth, and everything in between.
“I think I have a good idea,” he breathes, kissing me back just as roughly, like he’s missed me as much as I’ve missed him.
“No, I don’t think you do.” One of my hands slides from his jaw down to his throat, gripping it tightly and guiding him back against a concrete wall.
Anger and lust go to war inside of me, because I’m still so fucking mad at him, and yet I can’t stay away.
My fingers massage his throat, unsure whether I want to choke him or drag his mouth back to mine, preferably both.
Especially when I meet his stare and find nothing but pure need.
I could get lost in his endless ocean blue eyes forever, and it still wouldn’t be enough time with him.
My other hand reaches up to stroke back his hair, like I went to do in the hospital, and this time he lets me. “Aren’t you gonna flinch again, Blue? We are still in public after all.” I lean in, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth and biting down until I taste blood.
My tongue laps against the sting, making him groan, as his own hands tug at my hoodie to hold me tight against him. “Just shut up and kiss me, Miles.” He doesn’t wait for me to obey, slamming his lips back to mine so I can swallow his pathetic little pants.
He’s maddening, addictive, and I have fucking missed everything about him. His shy smirks, his pretty little blush, even the faraway look he gets in his eyes when he talks about something he loves. I’ve missed it all, and all the delusional parts of me need to believe he feels the same way too.
“You missed me.” I roll my body, feeling his steel length against my own and grinding against it.
“You missed me kissing you, touching you, fucking you.” I seal my taunts onto his mouth, savoring his taste, wishing it was enough to erase the empty ache inside of me.
“You missed me reminding you exactly who you belong to,” I add, tightening my fingers around his throat, just so I can feel his pulse rapidly flicker at my words.
Reed only nods, pressing into my hold even more, letting me deepen our kiss, and it only makes me angrier.
He flinched, he fucking flinched, and now here he is silently begging me with his body, like he needs me to survive.
We’re still in public right now, sure we’re on the roof alone, clouded by the night, with far less chance of anyone seeing us, but it’s still possible.
Where are his flinches now? Where is his panic?
Or is he too lost in the lies he is still telling himself not to worry anymore, because after all we’re only a bit of fun.
Well, if a bit of fun is what he wants, then a bit of fun is what he’ll get.
Pulling back, I meet his lust-filled stare, as I say, “I think it’s time we added a rooftop to our roster.
” Not giving him a chance to respond, I shove down his shorts, letting his hard cock pop free.
“Gonna have fun wrecking your pretty hole up here.” I jerk him up and down, spreading his precum along his shaft until he is thrusting into my fist.
He looks fucking perfect as always, and after two days without him, I need him now more than ever.
Releasing his cock, I unbuckle my own pants, tugging a condom from my pocket and ripping it open with my teeth.
Then I fist my own length, sheathing myself, before I spit directly onto my cock, stroking the wetness up and down.
Only once I am thoroughly slick do I focus back on him, gripping one of his thighs around my waist to hold him open for me.
Lining myself up, I glide my cock up and down his seam, kissing him savagely like I never got the chance to do on the balcony, the way I missed doing these last two days.
He kisses me back just as harshly, like he is as desperate for this as I am, and fuck if I won’t give him anything he wants.
I want to ruin him and remake him, until I am the only one who matters to him, like he is to me.
When I nudge against his hole he grunts, trying to widen himself even more, so I grip his other leg until they are both wrapped around me. “Wilder,” he hisses, as my cock continues to rub at his entrance, and I smirk at the desperate sound of my name.
“Need something?” I’m taunting myself as much as him, but after the last couple of days, I need to hear him say it.
“You. I need you.” His words wrap around my black heart like a vine, and though I know he only means here and now, I still like hearing it.
I ensure to hold his eyes firm with mine when I respond. “You’ve already got me, Blue,” I tell him truthfully, and his pain-filled gaze is the only response I get before he kisses me again.
With his lips on mine, I finally push inside him, claiming my rightful spot and finally feeling like I can relax for the first time in days.
I let myself sink in, inch by torturous inch, savoring his gravelly moans as I swallow them whole.
Only once I am bottomed out inside him do I let myself breathe, kissing him deeply, as I let us both adjust to the feel of me inside him.
His thighs tighten around my waist with every swipe of my tongue, allowing me to sink deeper, as I rip away from his mouth and demand, “Tell me you missed me.” I kiss him again, stealing his every pant and moan, before pulling back again.
“Tell me how much you need this, Blue, even if it’s a fucking lie. ”
“I need this,” he rushes out, barely letting me finish my sentence, as if they’re the truest words he has ever spoken.
His hands slide up to cup both my cheeks, pulling my head down to rest on his.
“I missed you, even though I know I shouldn’t.
” His words now are whispered against my lips in a soft confession, and even though I know I shouldn’t, I let them calm me.
I don’t know if they are true or not, and honestly, right now it doesn’t matter.
All that matters is the feel of him wrapped around me.
Drawing back, I pull out until only my tip remains, before I slam inside of him roughly, savoring the way his entire body tightens around me.
My hands fly to his hips, holding him firmly in place between me and the wall, as I tighten my hold on him.
Fuck, I hate how perfectly we fit together.
Pulling back, I sink inside him again and again, slowly, teasingly, letting him feel every slick inch of my cock, as he grits out another moan against my lips. “I feel so fucking full,” he grumbles, lips trembling, as his hands move to fist in my shirt again, as if he doesn’t want me to ever leave.
I slam back inside him again and roll my shoulders, as pleasure already claws at my spine. “That’s because your pretty hole is the tightest fucking thing in the world,” I hiss, as he presses down to meet my thrust, strangling my cock completely, as my hands crush his hips.
“If you don’t start moving I’m going to lose my mind,” he snaps back desperately, and I slam my lips back to his to steal the words from his tongue.
I no longer care that he pretends we’re nothing, that he flinched away from my touch, not when we fit so perfectly together.
He can pretend all he wants, but his body tells me the truth I know he never will.
So I fuck him again and again, swallowing every moan that slips past his lips, as my hands hold him against me.
My hips move in quick snaps, letting myself sink into his ass on every roll, until sweat is slick down my spine. “Wilder, more, please,” he pleads, his words filling my veins with nothing but heat, as I groan.
“Fucking love how pretty you beg for me,” I grunt back, thrusting into him roughly, as his ass strangles my cock even more. “Missed having you splayed out beneath me, screaming my name,” I add, as his head drops back against the concrete wall of the rooftop.
“I missed sleeping next to you,” he admits softly, and fuck if his words don’t rip me apart completely.
I should be happy to hear them, it’s all I want from him, some truth, but will they even make a difference?
“Then maybe you should admit you belong to me,” I reply, thrusting into him on every word, and he pulls my mouth back to his.
“Admitting it isn’t the problem, Wild,” he whispers against my lips, kissing me with nothing but passion, as if trying to erase the words he didn’t add onto the end of that sentence.