Chapter Thirty #2
He wrapped his arm around my waist, tugging me close until there wasn’t even air between us. “I want this.” The icy facade melted to reveal the heat underneath. I barely had time to revel in his broken composure when he kissed me again, locking our mouths together as he nudged me backwards.
I could barely keep up with him as he guided me toward the bed.
The back of my knees collided with the edge.
I teetered for a moment, instinctively trying to catch myself.
I lost the fight when his firm hand pressed against the center of my chest, shoving me backwards.
He immediately followed me down as I hit the mattress, never allowing our lips to part in the shift of positions.
At this rate, he’d take control of everything. I wasn’t willing to submit to him yet. Reaching forward, I grabbed his cock again, circling my thumb over the slick tip. A low groan vibrated from his throat and tickled my tongue. I grinned and bit down on his bottom lip.
Hands pressed against my shoulders, shoving me against the mattress. “Keep your hands above your head,” Wilde ordered. His eyes were somehow darker than usual, so full of need they couldn’t reflect anything else.
“Make me,” I purred, arching my back to rub against him.
He released one hand and leaned forward.
Grinning in triumph, I reached behind him and squeezed his ass, pulling him closer to me. Since his nipple was in reach, I sucked it into my mouth, toying with it between my teeth.
Something clanged behind me, finally drawing my attention away from Wilde’s body. A pair of manacles rested on the pillow above my head, their chain looped around one of the bars of the headboard. I blinked, startled to see these preparations.
“Do you still want me to make you?” he asked, pressing his lips against my neck and nibbling a spot just below my ear.
The manacles were heavy, sturdy, and intimidating. My mouth grew dry as I pictured being held captive in them, unsure about the image.
When my silence stretched on too long, Wilde pulled away to look at me. His gaze flicked between the manacles and my face and back. Then he kissed my cheek gently. “Then again, where’s the fun in forcing you? I’d much rather make you submit willingly.”
“Oh?” My voice came out hoarse. “And how are you going to do that?”
“By showing you what rewards a good boy can earn,” he teased.
He kissed his way from my neck to my nipples, occasionally spending longer to leave purposeful red and purple marks behind.
He teased both nipples simultaneously, one with his fingers and the other with his tongue, then switched back and forth.
Occasionally, he glanced up at me, checking to make sure my hands were still above my head.
I flipped him off and he bit me a little harder in response.
Eventually, he continued down, marking my stomach, my hips. By the time we were through, we’d both be covered head to toe in love bites, signs of affection and connection that would linger long beyond this one night.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, mentally following his progress. My hips raised off the bed in anticipation, telling him exactly where I wanted his mouth next.
He skipped right past my cock and bit the inside of my thigh instead.
“Bastard,” I seethed.
Wilde grabbed my knees and spread my legs, scraping his teeth against my inner thigh. “I’ll give you a choice.”
Something in his tone, more serious than playful, caught my attention. I pushed myself up on my elbows, so I didn’t have to gaze up at him sprawled out like a wanton mess. Even though my hands were below my head, he didn’t fuss at me. “What choice?”
“I can take you in my mouth,” he said, tilting his head so that his lips almost, but didn’t quite, brush the target. “Or …” He dragged his other hand from my knee to the back of my thigh, toward my ass. “You can take me right here.” One finger slipped inside, the barest hint of what might come.
I arched an eyebrow. “I notice none of these options involve me fucking you.”
“I told you: the only way that will happen is if you can follow every one of my orders.” He looked pointedly at my hands at my sides. “You aren’t ready for that yet.”
If he didn’t want to receive, it wasn’t like I would force him.
I could let him taste me and call it a night.
It’d be fine—it’d probably be fucking amazing—but would it be enough?
He talked like we’d have dozens of opportunities to explore each other in the future, but I didn’t know what would happen after tonight.
Didn’t know where I’d be—who I’d be. As much as I’d come to like Wilde, I didn’t know if we’d have any more than this one chance together.
I grabbed the back of his head and tugged him forward for a kiss.
I could never kiss him enough. Every second his lips weren’t on me somewhere, somehow, was a waste of time.
I delved my tongue deep into his mouth, trying to taste every inch of him so I could memorize it for later.
I only pulled away because I needed to catch my breath and give him my answer.
“Fuck me like it’s the only chance you’ll get. ”
Something flashed in his eyes that I couldn’t quite identify before he ducked his head and kissed the side of my neck. “Turn over.”
I flipped onto my stomach and his hands gently guided my hips up. Gods, this is embarrassing.
“Spread your legs.”
My knees inched apart.
“Wider.”
Gritting my teeth, I wanted to argue with him, but I also didn’t want this to hurt. I lowered my forehead to the bed to hide my face as I shifted my knees farther apart.
Apparently, it wasn’t far enough. Firm hands grabbed either side of my ass to open me up so he could see everything. “Fuck, Wilde, is that really nec—”
My words choked off as something long, wet, and flexible entered me.
Wilde’s tongue swirled playfully, dipping in and out, testing the boundaries.
I didn’t know how to feel about the new sensation until he found that spot.
Sharp pleasure jolted through me, and I jerked away in response.
He gripped my hips harder and held me exactly where he wanted me, attacking the same spot with determination.
I groped along the bed for something more substantial than the sheets to hold onto.
The first thing I found was the chains, the cold metal grounding me even as Wilde tried to send me flying.
I opened my mouth to beg him to stop—absolutely do not fucking stop—to slow down—go faster—to give me a second to think—make me cum until I think of nothing else.
All my desires jumbled together into a long, encouraging groan.
So of course, he immediately stopped and pulled away.
“Wilde,” I growled. If he disappears on me again, I swear to every god I know, I’ll hunt him down and return the favor tenfold. I glared over my shoulder, but my admonitions faded away at the scene.
He knelt behind me, back straight, one hand stroking himself, coating his cock in a slick gel. He arched an eyebrow at me and slowed his hand so I wouldn’t miss a second of the show. “Do you like watching me?”
Swallowing roughly, I rasped out, “I’d rather touch you myself.”
“If you think you’re ready for it.” He guided himself to my hole. Before I could tell him that’s wasn’t what I meant he thrust into me.
I had to face the headboard again or risk losing my balance.
He moved slowly at first, pushing inside to stretch me out, pulling back to add some friction.
It was different than his tongue—firmer, harder, hotter—and took some adjusting to.
He was going so slow that I almost grew bored. “Is that all you’ve got?”
Big. Fucking. Mistake.
Five slender fingers gripped the back of my neck, and he shoved my face into the bed as his movements changed behind me.
Slow and shallow became so deep and hard that the world shifted and slid away from us, leaving only a mix of pain and pleasure I couldn’t separate.
It wasn’t long before I came, sticky fluid mixing with sweat on the sheets.
Still, he didn’t stop, and I barely had time to recover from one climax before he dragged me toward another.
At some point, he must have put his hand down to steady himself, because I found my teeth buried in his wrist. He didn’t seem to mind—if anything, it only spurred him on faster. I removed my teeth and panted, “Wait.”
He stopped immediately. “Should we stop? Was that too much?”
I flipped over and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. “No, I just want to see your face while you fuck me.”
His expression and dick twitched as warm cum flowed inside me. I couldn’t help it—I laughed. He surged forward, stealing my laughter with his tongue and teeth, proving that he still had more to give.
And the gods help me, I took it all.