Chapter 21 Wylder
WYLDER
Neo’s eyes are shining, his hands trembling slightly. I offered an out by handing him the box. I want this to be his decision. I want to keep the broken pieces of him only if he’ll let me.
I wait, holding my breath until he approaches, tucking that old, rusty box into my hands. My lungs contract, and I hug it against me.
“Okay,” he says softly.
I smile at him, unable to convey quite what this means to me. What he’s trusting me with. “Thank you. I will make sure it’s safe.”
“And what about this building?” He looks around, chewing on his lower lip. “It’s been safe for years…”
I have no idea what this place really is, but if it’s important to him, then I’ll make sure no one touches it. “I’ll make sure it’s safe.”
“Promise?” he whispers.
I step closer to him. “Yes. I promise.”
“Thank you,” he says, swiping at his eyes again, and then his brat comes back. “Wanna see something cool before I shut this down and we leave?”
He rushes over to a computer and wiggles the mouse. His fingers fly over the keyboard, and I watch as he pulls up camera feeds from all over the city.
“I see all when I need to,” he says, and I peer over at him, my mind racing.
“Are you the one who set the hidden camera up at the church about five years ago?” It caused much strife at the time and endless hours trying to figure out who it was. We never did.
Of course it was Neo.
He grins. “Maybe. I mean, I was just curious about it.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Should have known it was you.”
“We didn’t even know each other, dude.”
I step toward him, and my hand curls into his hair. I tug lightly, and his chin tilts up. “I don’t like that word.”
“Which word?”
“Dude.”
His lips turn up at the corners. “I mean, you are a dude. And it’s funny when you say it, all prim and proper.”
I tighten my hold, and he gasps. Not in pain. Not with how his pupils dilate and lips part.
“Do you have more to show me, or can we go home?” I ask huskily.
He shakes his head, his throat bobbing. “I think I showed you everything I wanted to.”
“Let’s get you home, then. I have plans for you.”
We walk toward the exit, the guards trailing us. Neo locks up, and I wait patiently until we’re safely back in the car. Our hands are linked as we drive back to the Buckingham estate, my mind whirling, that metal box on my lap.
After we step inside the house, I lead him to the room with the safe, the one that houses the jewelry and cash. I open it, slipping that box inside.
“It’s protected here.”
“Thank you,” he says, and then lifts onto his tiptoes and presses a kiss to my lips. I hold on to him, pulling him into me tightly, our tongues swirling, our hips grinding. When we finally pull away, we’re breathless, our bodies strung tight with lust.
“Can I fuck you again?” I ask, and Neo rolls his eyes, his cheeks flushed.
“Of course you can. My ass was made for you.”
I reach down and clasp it tightly, pulling him into me. “You’re not too sore?”
“Hell no. Plus, I love being all achy, knowing it was you inside of me.”
My monster roars in approval. “Come.”
I link my hand with his, pulling him forward. He trots after me, his breath coming out in uneven pants as I pull him up the stairs to my room. When we’re inside, I close the door and lock us in, before turning to face him.
His chest is heaving, his lips parted as he takes me in.
“I have one request,” he says breathlessly.
“What is that?”
“I want to face you when you fuck me…and leave the glasses on.”
“That’s two requests.”
“I’m worth it.”
I step toward him. “You are.”
When I finally reach him, we peel each other out of our clothes, my monster taking his time, subdued by the fact that he’s here, he’s within reach. That soon, I’ll be inside of him. There’s no rush or pursuit. Just need.
When we’re naked, he falls to the mattress, his legs spread wide.
I stroke him, my lips dragging down his neck to those pert little nipples, to the trembling skin of his stomach.
He groans as my mouth finds his cock once more, sucking him into my throat and swallowing.
His hand fists in my hair, and I allow it, loving the way his fingers desperately clutch on to me.
I don’t stay there long, though. I pull off, leaving him whining and writhing.
“Don’t come. Not yet.”
“I can come more than once. I’m amazing.”
“You are,” I say, biting the inside of his thigh. “But not yet.”
He groans as I reach up and grab the lube, squirting some on my fingers and pushing his knee into his chest. Then I slowly slide a finger inside, slipping knuckle deep and holding myself there. His rim contracts around me, and his hips shift up.
“Hurry.”
“Patience.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, no, Neo. I’m going to be the one inside this tight little hole.”
He groans and gasps as I work him open, one finger and then two, massaging his prostate as I go, making his eyes screw shut and then pop open in surprise.
The way he looks beneath me, it makes my cock ache. I lean forward and kiss him, our tongues sliding against each other as we swallow each other’s moans. I want inside of him. Perhaps my monster is not so patient after all.
I shift forward, coating my cock with lube and placing it at his entrance. He leans up and watches as I push my way inside. He feels incredible, so fucking good. I can’t believe I didn’t fuck him sooner, that I waited all this time.
My monster agrees.
I bottom out and hover over Neo, watching as he blinks up at me, his eyes slightly dazed.
His hands slide up my arms and shoulders, his fingers threading through my hair and pulling me toward him. Our lips meet again, and we kiss as I fuck him, as I take him.
As I make love to him.
It’s slow and hot, a tinder slowly catching flame.
And when we explode, I see stars, his body contracting around mine, his release coating his stomach.
I fall against him, unbothered by the mess, our lips meeting once more in a slow, tender kiss.
“So good,” I whisper, unwilling to leave his body so soon. I keep myself tucked inside, feeling his warmth, cradling my obsession. “So fucking good.”