Chapter 18 Wylder #2
My monster is out to play.
I reach out, clasping his ankle and dragging him to the edge of the bed, before placing a hand on his chest and pushing him down. He groans as I curl my fingers over his beating heart and stare down at his writhing body.
“Found you.” I smirk, and he arches his hips up, his cock hard and eager.
“Not without my help. You’d still be looking if I hadn’t given you hints.”
I don’t even hesitate, just push two fingers into his mouth, watching as he gags slightly and then starts to suck. The feel of his warm, wet mouth, the sensation of his tongue curling around my fingers, makes my cock ache.
I want to fuck him again.
I want him to suck my dick.
I want to suck his.
My fingers slide in and out of his mouth, his lips wet and pink. His pupils are dilated, his cheeks red. I can hear those slurping sounds mixed with the cry of his moans.
I want him to be louder.
More.
I want more.
My hand that’s on his chest drags down his stomach, feeling him tremble. I wrap a hand around his cock and stroke. His groans vibrate up my knuckles and into my wrist, making my pulse flutter.
I stroke harder, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.
I do this for long, drawn-out minutes, savoring it, watching him suck, watching him writhe, watching my hand move up and down his dick until I finally pull my fingers from his mouth and sink to my knees.
His eyes pop open, and he leans up, watching me.
Adjusting my glasses, I stare at it. Red, angry, willing. I inhale and lean forward, licking a stripe right up the base of his cock.
He gasps, and his fingers clutch the sheets around him.
I do it again, my monster loving the sounds he’s making. Surprise and lust.
Shock and desire.
My tongue swirls around his tip, and it laps up some of the precum lingering there. I taste it, sitting with it a moment before realizing that I don’t mind it.
I like it.
My mouth closes over his drooling cockhead, and Neo nearly screams in delight. His hands move to my head, but I pull them away, grasping them tightly and holding them to the bed.
His neck cranes up as I hold him in my mouth, his eyes wide as he watches me.
I don’t look away when I take him into my mouth another inch. He falls backward, a loud and low moan escaping his throat.
“Fucking hell, Wylder,” he groans. “You look so hot. My dick in your mouth. Those fucking glasses. Jesus! I’m not going to last.”
I let my tongue drag along the underside of him as I take more of him into me, inch by inch. He’s not as big as me, but he’s the perfect size. He bumps the back of my throat, and I swallow, making Neo pop back up and stare at me.
“Do you not fucking gag either? What the fuck!” He falls back, struggling against my hold on his wrists. His entire body is vibrating as my nose meets his groin. He lets out a slew of expletives, and I grin around him slightly.
Seems I’m very good at this.
I quite like it.
“Of course you’re good at this. You motherfucker! Move!”
I hold still longer, making his moans grow desperate, his hips shifting up to try and find friction. It’s only when he goes completely limp that I move.
He curses again as I start to bob my head, hollowing my cheeks, taking him nice and slow. And hard.
“Faster,” he grinds out, lifting his head again but unable to hold it there. He lacks the stamina; always just small bursts of energy before collapsing back. He falls onto the bed and lets out a moan of desperation. “God, you’re going slower.”
I am. I’m savoring it. My monster is too, making him beg, making him cry.
We saw that sheen in his eyes, the way he was drooling for it.
I drag my teeth along his dick, and he hisses. And when I suck on his tip, he mewls.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he murmurs. “Fuck. I’m going to come if you do that.”
I pull off of him entirely, and he stares down at me.
“You’re torturing me,” he says angrily. “You asshole.”
I bite down on his dick lightly, and he gasps.
“Good.”
I lick up his cock once more, and he swears as I slowly take him into my mouth, repeating the entire process. I keep him on edge until he has tears leaking from his eyes, his skin pink with desire, his entire body trembling.
It’s only then that I give him what he wants.
I reach out and stroke him, milking him until his cum spills from his tip and onto his stomach. He gasps and shouts, his heels digging into the edge of the mattress, his hands grabbing on to me as I empty him.
“Fucking fuck,” he wheezes. “What the hell was that? I can’t move. You broke my dick.”
“Good,” I say as I run my hands up his trembling thighs. He freezes when my hands land on his waist. I shift my body up and flip him over, his ass jiggling slightly as I do.
“But, Neo, I’m not remotely done with you,” I grind out as I spread his cheeks and stare at his hole.
His legs are hanging off the bed, his body bent in half. He looks so good like this.
“Where’s your lube?” I ask, and he points with a trembling hand to the table near my bed. “You left some in here?”
“A boy can dream. Aren’t you glad I did?”
I don’t let him move, just lean over him, pull the drawer open, and grab it, my body pressing him into the mattress as I do. He grunts under my weight, but doesn’t attempt to leave. He just waits there, his body still shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm.
It allows me to open him up slowly.
One finger at a time until I’m four deep.
His back arches as I move in and out of him, his mouth parted in whines as I find that spot inside of him that makes him wild.
I pull his cock out from where it’s trapped on the bed and bring it between his legs.
I stare at the hard length, the way his balls are bunched and full.
I pull on them, and he gasps as I continue to finger him open. He’s wet, open, and ready.
I undo my pants with my free hand and pull out my cock, squirting lube on it and stroking it. I’m unbearably hard.
I want to be inside of him. I want to wreck him.
He’s going to let me.
I replace my fingers with my dick, shoving in slowly, making him bow upward, his head falling back as I bottom out. Holding myself there, feeling his rim contract around my sensitive cock, I lean forward and kiss his shoulder, my monster growling and making me bite him right after.
He hisses, and I lick up his neck as my hand curls in his hair, arching his face toward mine. His cheeks are wet, his eyes hooded.
“You’re killing me,” he whispers, and I thrust a little deeper as he moans in pleasure.
“I don’t want to kill you. I want you to surrender.”
“Never,” he gasps.
My mouth brushes his, and he leans toward me.
A moment, a hesitation, and then he lunges forward, kissing me, our lips meeting as he thrusts his tongue into me.
The feel of it is enough to make my monster roar.
Neo twists his tongue around mine, and my hips move—a slow, methodical thrust, one that makes his moans slide into my mouth and down my throat.
I don’t let up. I just continue to fuck into him as I slowly eat his mouth.
And he lets me, his body contorted, his back arched up as I use him.
His soft mewls, his low groans are my inevitable undoing.
If I thought he was going to surrender first, I was mistaken.
I fall over the edge with a low, unhinged groan.
My orgasm rushes through me, filling his hole as my body jerks. As I do, he sucks my tongue into his mouth, and I growl into him.
He takes it all, swallowing me down.
Consuming me. Until I’m nothing more than a shaking, mindless mess.
He kisses me softly, tenderly, until my arms finally give out. I slowly pull away. My hands release him, my softening cock slipping from his hole. I slide to the floor right beside his folded form and grab onto his cock, stroking it lazily.
He comes with a ragged exhale.
And then we just exist in silence, my monster closing its eyes and tucking itself away. I lean my forehead against Neo’s hip and feel him reach out and stroke my hair. Almost fondly.
I like this far too much.
My eyes close, my mind telling me to leave, but I don’t move. I just let us exist.
There is no Umbra looming, no monster rattling the cage, no one else.
Just us.
He pulls me into the bathroom when I start to doze off. His gait is stiff, his legs slightly wobbly. But mine aren’t much better. I have to lean against the counter as he undresses me.
He does it slowly, letting his hands roam my entire body. Every inch of skin, he touches.
And I let him.
In the background, the bathtub is slowly filling, and I realize that he’s going to make me get in.
I hate baths. They’re a waste of time. But I can’t say no to him. So I let him pour in an exorbitant amount of bubble bath and put in far too many bath bombs.
He points to it. “Get in.”
I know I’m going to, but I can’t resist the fight. “Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
I stare at him but do as he says, slowly maneuvering my loosened limbs into the warm water and sinking into it. Bubbles float out and onto the floor as Neo follows. I can’t bring myself to care as his ass slides right between my spread thighs.
He fits so perfectly there.
Maybe I’ll like baths after all.
Neo moans and leans his head back against my shoulder. “This is amazing.”
I swallow as my hand slides into the water and around his waist.
He sighs as I do this, his body trembling slightly.
“My ass is sore,” he says, and I stiffen as he laughs. “Not complaining.”
I stroke the small happy trail he has, and he wiggles around before exhaling loudly. “Listen, I think we need to talk about the kiss.”
My nose wrinkles. Did he not enjoy it? “Why?”
“I’m rolling my eyes, just so you know, but I just want you to understand…
we don’t need to do that again. I don’t even know if you wanted me to do that, but I kind of lost my mind a little.
So if you don’t want to kiss again, I get it.
It makes it a little…too much. Makes me think we’re more than we are. You know?”
My fingers curl against him, and my monster snorts.
With my free hand, I grab onto his chin and force him to look at me. “Do you not want it to be more?”
He swallows, and my gaze drops to his swollen lips.
“I don’t know,” he whispers, and I lean forward, dragging my mouth against his. He exhales, and I pull him closer. I part my mouth and lick my way into him, making him gasp. And then he’s kissing me back, slowly, sensually, as if he has all the time in the world.
Maybe we do.
Maybe we can.
When we finally pull away, he presses a trembling hand to his lips and glances away from me. I let him be, my body satiated, my eyes drooping despite the thunder in my chest.
He does this to me every time.
Makes me slightly unwound.
“I hate baths,” I say after a moment of silence, and he lets out a laugh and seems to lean farther into me, as if to keep me in place.
“I had a feeling, but too bad. You’re going to sit in here until the water is lukewarm. And then we can get out. This is the way.”
“Do you think you can tell me what to do?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
He sighs, and I find my fingers tracing the lines of his ribs, swirling around his belly button, and eventually stroking his cock. It’s not hard yet, but that doesn’t stop me. I roll it in my hand and tug at it, making him wiggle between my thighs.
A temptation I can’t ignore.
Without asking, I lift and turn him around so he’s straddling me and massage his shoulders, his neck, and back.
He’s limp against me, his head lolling against my shoulder as I inhale the scent of him. Even with all these bubbles surrounding us, he smells like something so unique.
“God, you have good hands,” he says, his lips dragging against my skin.
I feel his cock hard against mine now. I’m just as bad.
I don’t know how he always gets me riled up, how he manages this. I’ve never responded to anyone else the way I do to him. Never.
My hands cup his ass, and my fingers slowly dig into the globes of muscle there. He gasps against me, a hand threading through my hair.
Neither of us does anything more, but when we finally step from the lukewarm water and are drying off, he lets his eyes wander over my naked form.
“You’re so hot. It’s really not fair.”
I arch an eyebrow at him and feel my cheeks heat.
“Thank you.”
“I’ll suck you off later. When you least expect it. Just because you’re so attractive.”
I huff a laugh and then stalk toward him, letting my towel fall to the floor as I move. I’ll grab it later, I think as I press against him, making him stare up at me in shock. My lips meet his in a long, sensual kiss, and when I pull away, I chuck him under the chin.
“I look forward to it, brat.”