Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
LEXI
I can barely hold myself upright as I hear the foil of the condom. Even though I can’t see what he’s doing behind my back, I can feel the motion of his body as he slides his cock from between my cheeks and wraps himself up.
He was right about one thing. No one has ever used my body like they owned it before, and it’s an addiction I might hate him for creating within me.
I can’t see anyone else making me feel the way he makes me feel. Like I’ll die if I don’t get more. The need for him that’s more pressing than water, or oxygen. The way my next breath can’t compete with Wilder Amante.
The toy inside of me is nearly enough to make me come on its own, but his threat is holding my orgasm at bay.
He’s not stopping until he’s had enough, and if I come now, I will jump out of my skin in overstimulation from him, the toy that’s been teasing my clit for way too long, or the g-spot missile locker that’s annihilating me right now, much less all three at the same time.
I need him to focus on the pleasure, get lost in my body the way I do in his, and leave the questions at the door.
It doesn’t matter now anyway.
Tonight’s the last time we’ll see each other, right?
And the last thing I want to think about when I could be enjoying all of him is what tomorrow will bring.
I take the chance while he’s preoccupied with wrapping his dick and turn up the vibration on the toy in front, melting into it as the rhythm intensifies, trying to suck my soul out through my clit.
The thick head of the other one spins inside of me, hitting my spot in a way that’s almost too intense, before drawing back and giving me relief.
I could get lost in the symphony of these two toys together, ramping up the speed and intensity of both until it crescendos and I break, cresting and falling in the perfect orgasm.
Focusing on the immediate pleasure, I forget about the consequences for just a second and let myself enjoy the intensity of the moment. My hips rock harder, faster, giving just as much to the mount as I’m taking from it.
“Goddamn,” Wilder breathes from behind me, his voice scraping over my sensitive skin in that guttural way of his.
“Hurry,” I tell him, grinding harder. “You wanted to watch, here’s your chance.”
I hear the loud squirt of the lube bottle, and a low masculine noise before I realize what’s happening.
Lost in the feel of what’s between my legs, I lose sight of what’s going on behind me until his fingers probe my back entrance, taking my breath in a loud gasp.
That must be at least two, and he’s lucky I had that plug in and can take it. Two of his fingers are the size of most guys’ entire package. And then some.
He presses into me, pulling a moan out of me as I sink into the magical sensation of being so fucking full I can barely breathe.
Isn’t that what he promised me?
He’s delivering.
I never thought I’d admit it, but Wilder Amante always does.
Slowing down over the toys, I hum as I soak in the way he feels, stretching me out as I ride.
He leans forward around me, turning down the speed of the clit sucker once more, and I could cry at the loss of the pressure of it.
Being single for as long as I have, I’ve developed a dependency on a lot of sensations to get the job done.
There’s only so long you can fuck silicone until you have to get creative with it.
For me, that looks like max levels of vibration, multiple toys, and surprising even myself with my creativity in the bedroom.
A whisper of a touch ain’t gonna cut it for me.
“Lean forward,” he growls behind me, the puff of his words chilling the skin over my spine.
I do what he says, because I’m basically a puppet on his hand right now, and even the bitchiest parts of me don’t want the fun to stop.
When it does, I’ll have to face whatever comes next, which is a hell no from me.
Even if I come right now, I’ll blow him all night to drag this out, to keep the inevitable from showing up too soon. But I can do better than coming already.
“Take what you need from it,” he urges, using those fingers to probe and stretch me, learning the only part of me he’s yet to discover.
My hips listen before my ears do, grinding down to make up for the loss of pressure with my own body weight.
The moaning might give me away, but I’m too far gone to care if he knows I’m getting off on what he’s doing to me.
“That’s it,” he says, fingers flexing, prepping me for more. “Just like that, bella. Make that thing suck you off the way you like it.”
“Oh God,” I whimper, his words tipping me closer than the toys are.
“It’s your cunt, Lexi. Own it. It’s the prettiest, greediest one I’ve ever seen.”
His fingers scissor inside of me and then they’re gone, in an instant, leaving me gasping at the emptiness.
“Now I want to know what this tight hole feels like.”
Before I can brace myself, his head is nudging at my ass, parting my cheeks, and using the ample lube he prepped with to slide himself in.
My hands fall to the mount, catching me as I nearly topple forward from the insane pressure of it.
“Shit,” I hiss as he notches in, the head filling me in a way my plug will never live up to again.
This position has me choking, the toys working me in tandem in a way that sends my nervous system singing, humming, the release so close.
I don’t know if he feels it, or he’s just an asshole, but he pulls my hips backward, taking pressure off of the toys and further impaling me on his thick shaft.
I hiss out another sharp breath at the stretch of it, the impossible fullness that burns. But my insides tingle, pussy heating newly at the way I’m overloaded right now.
“Tightest ass in the world.” Wilder’s words barely make it past his teeth, and I hear him let out a slow breath, like he’s barely keeping it together.
It makes me smirk, knowing I’m finally getting to him.
“That funny, little liar?”
You’d think with my street smarts I’d be able to sense danger, but maybe I’m just a dumb fuck because I bait him.
“Having issues, Chef?”
Clenching my ass for good measure, I make sure he feels just how tight I can be and fight a giggle at the curse he lets out under his breath.
“Don’t tell me you can’t do more than one pump,” I goad, like I’m not going to have trouble sitting for a week from just his head. But getting one over on him would be worth it.
He chuckles and it’s a dangerous sound.
“Your ass is trying to choke the cum out of me and you’ve got jokes?”
Pulling back on my body, he thrusts forward with a sharp snap of his own hips, and I pulse forward, pussy slamming into the mount, toy bottoming out inside of me as I take more of Wilder in the back.
“Fuck!” I can’t keep the cry in, even though I try.
“Fuck,” he echoes, pausing there as we both adjust to the feel of it.
And then the toy inside me makes another round, pressing along my front wall, then spinning around back.
“Fuuuuuck,” he breathes out, feeling it through the thin wall separating both of my entrances.
“Oh God,” I whimper, the sensation of being filled in both holes starting to work me over.
“Don’t tell me you can’t take more than one pump,” he chides, tsking me in reprimand.
“Fuck you, Chef.” If I could flip him off, I would, but my hands are busy clutching the mount for my life right now.
His knees press further into the mattress behind me, knocking my legs out to spread wider for him, and I struggle to adjust while being impaled from two different directions. Below and behind.
“Anything for you, Boss.”
And then he starts moving. In a slow, long pump, getting as deep as he can before pulling back, leaving me clutching for purchase at the hollow emptiness he leaves behind.
On his second stroke, he hits the rotating head again, and we both groan.
He sucks in a breath through his teeth, but his voice is steady when he speaks. “Start riding it. Take two cocks at once and own what a greedy cunt you have.”
I gasp as my hips start moving again, the toy hitting all the right spots inside of me while I adjust to the feel of him in my other hole. When I get deep enough that the clit sucker starts to pull on me again, I know I’m in trouble.
“Fuck,” I gasp out, head thrown back.
“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” he promises, like he hasn’t already. “Every hole on your body. Mine.”
The words are gritted through clenched teeth, and I can imagine the sweat on his brow beneath that black hair, those dark eyes heavy-lidded in pleasure as he’s holding my hips and thrusting, meeting me as I dip down on the toys, so fucking full I don’t know how to process the pleasure.
I nod, unable to use words, not knowing what I’d even say. My body does the talking for me. Leaning into him, taking every inch he gives me as I ride both him and the silicone cock, my clit getting teased in time with all of it.
“You need more, little liar?” he asks, pumping faster. “Two holes not enough for my little fuck toy?”
I want to bristle at the degrading term, but I like it way too much.
My nerves light up, pleasure signals overtaking everything else in my brain, and all I can feel is the high of this moment, of what he does to me.
Manages to make every time feel like a new first. To give me what I need but would never ask him for.
And while I’m lost in the moment, swimming in the fullness, the tease and torture of it all, he brings up his other hand, and presses three clean fingers to my lips, pushing past them and onto my tongue.
My eyes roll back in my head, as my brain empties. There are no thoughts left in my system other than what this man is doing to me. What it feels like to be so full of him, I’m not sure I can even breathe.
His fingers filling my mouth, two toys on my pussy, and his cock buried deep in my ass.
Moaning around his fingers, I suck on instinct, working his fingers like they’ll come down my throat if I do it right.
“Jesus,” he says hoarsely, gripping me harder with his other hand, like he needs the purchase to stay tethered to this plane.
I know the feeling.
Leaning back into everything he’s giving me, I turn it all over to him. Whatever this man wants to do to me, he can. And then some.
“Ask me to stay,” he grunts out in my ear, between pants and moans as he hits new depths with each plunge of his hips.
My moan doesn’t make it past his fingers, but he must feel it, because he pulls them out, grabbing a breast instead and repeats himself.
“Ask me to stay, Lexi.” Not Boss, not bella, not little liar. Just me. And just him.
He flexes his hips again, destroying me with all of him, and I whimper as I start to shake.
Why does he have to ruin this moment?
I want him to have the life he deserves. But tonight, I just wanted something to remember him by, and now he’s even ruining that.
When I don’t answer, even though his hips slap into me more sharply, with more ferocity, his hand leaves my nipple to turn my head to him, staying on my neck as our bodies continue moving intuitively.
“Goddamnit, ask me to stay, Lexi.”
The raw intensity in his voice pushes past all the barriers I’ve built over the years, and my last defenses crumble under the desperation in his voice.
“Stay,” I plead, panting, already coming undone.
“Yes,” he moans, cock thickening impossibly from behind me.
“Oh God,” I call out, the waves of pleasure ramping up, sweeping me under in a place I could happily drown.
Still gripping my neck, Wilder crashes his lips down on mine, using his tongue to keep my mouth open as he assaults me with every part of him, taking me so far past the edge I don’t know which way the edge even is anymore. What got me here.
Was it the toy sucking my clit, pulsing and puffing on it in a rhythm that could make me scream, or the vibrator that’s demolishing my g-spot with every spin.
Or the man who’s consuming me, stripping me raw and lighting my nerve endings on fire with the way he owns me, the way he reads what I need and gives me that times ten, even when I can’t ask for it myself.
His thick cock that’s doing exactly what he promised—ruining that entrance for anyone else ever again.
His hand, collaring my throat, possessive and firm, but delicate in the way men who work with their hands have to be. How he puts just enough pressure I feel it in all the right ways, but never enough to do lasting harm.
Or his soul, which feels like it’s invaded mine, no matter how hard I tried to keep him out.
His body shakes with mine as he moans into my mouth, kissing me throughout both of our releases, for longer than I can keep track of, until I fear I might actually forget to breathe with the way he’s taking over all of me.
When he pulls back, it’s only after both of our releases are long gone, my hips lifted from the mount, and he’s removed himself from my tight grip.
I take in a shaky breath, remembering what it’s like to have oxygen in my lungs again, while hoping I never forget what it felt like to know nothing but Wilder.
“That’s all I wanted,” he says, a smug smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “All you had to do was ask.”
“Are you for real?”
He steps back from me, peeling the condom off, wrapping it in a tissue and then tossing it in the trash by the bedside table.
“I know I seem too good to be true, but if you need me to pinch your nipples and prove you’re not dreaming, I volunteer.”
“You’re really going to stay?”
“There’s nothing I want more.” The earnestness rings loud in his tone. “If you want me to.”
No one has stayed for me. Not my father, not my sister, no partner I’ve ever had, no one.
But this man would?
Would admitting that out loud, outside of the delirium of an orgasm-drenched haze be the blow to my ego my consciousness seems to think it is?
Maybe it’s worth the risk.
“I do,” I admit, as soft as I’m capable of being.
Spinning me around to face him fully, utterly nude and still mostly hard, Wilder lifts my hands to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles.
“Then I’ll stay.”
“What about…” I can’t even finish the question. Everything? Life? Work? His dream? My fuck ups?
His eyes glow in the dim light, and I see understanding reflected back at me. “We’ll figure the rest out.” He shrugs one bare shoulder. “I want to be with you, and you want me here, and that’s enough for now.”
His words play on repeat in my head even as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me to the sheets, holding me until we both fall into the most restful sleep I’ve had in years.
And when I wake in the morning, he’s still there, arms around me, breathing softly into my neck.
The first one who’s ever stayed for me.