Chapter Twenty-Five #2
Wilder cursed, and then his hands were on Emmett, throwing him back onto the bed.
He sank into the mattress with a huff and brushed his hair out of his eyes, not wanting to miss a second of seeing Wilder above him.
His confidence was such a fucking turn-on.
Of course, Wilder wasn’t going to say that he wanted him and not mean it.
Why had he ever doubted that? There was certainly no doubt now, as he watched Wilder look his fill of him, pure desire burning in those otherworldly eyes.
Wilder got onto the bed, hands finding Emmett’s knees, spreading them slowly. Wilder cursed low, gaze snapping up to meet Emmett’s for a second before he lowered his head. Heat surrounded his cock, tight and wet, Wilder sucking him deep into his mouth.
“Wilder,” he cried out, panting for breath as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Fuck. That mouth. Wilder could easily kill him with it. Drive him fucking insane.
Wet fingers slid between his cheeks, the tip of one pushing inside him. He could’ve come right then and there, but he fought it off. He wanted to come with Wilder inside him. He wanted to come on that cock as it split him wide open.
Wilder took his time, and he would’ve cursed him for it if it wasn’t for those piercings. He was still half-convinced they’d kill him.
The heat around his cock disappeared, making him hiss.
“Hold on.”
He blinked up at Wilder, watching as he moved across the bed to pull open the drawer in his nightstand. He returned seconds later with a bottle of lube and a condom packet. Yes. Fuck yes. He needed Wilder inside him.
Wilder settled back between Emmett’s legs and met his gaze, brow cocked in question.
“You sure?”
He nodded, his heart nearly beating right out of his chest when Wilder leaned down to kiss him, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before he sat back and popped open the cap on the lube.
He watched with rapt attention as Wilder poured lube over the fingers on his right hand, his cock leaking onto his stomach.
Wilder slid his fingers between Emmett’s cheeks, pushing back inside him.
First with one finger and then with two, teasing him until Emmett thrust back against him, trying to take more.
Then Wilder fucked him with those fingers like he was on a mission, pushing him almost over the edge when he sucked Emmett’s cock back into his mouth.
“Please,” he breathed, fingers grasping at Wilder’s hair, tugging to make him pull back.
Wilder released him to reach across the bed to grab a condom, and seconds later, Wilder rolled them so Emmett was on top.
He put his hands on Wilder’s chest to push himself upright, looking his fill of the man under him.
He tracked the barely visible scars across his body with his gaze, wanting to know the story behind every single one of them.
Wilder’s eyes were gleaming, those green flecks drawing his attention like a moth to a flame.
He could look into them all day. Could study the mix of all the different browns and greens that made up his favorite color.
Fingers slid up his thighs, causing a shiver to rock through him, the need inside him burning bright as he reached behind him to wrap a hand around Wilder’s cock.
He lowered himself, feeling every one of Wilder’s piercings as he took his cock inside him with a throaty moan. He was going to be sore tomorrow.
He lifted up, groaning at how fucking good it felt. How fucking good Wilder felt inside him, filling him in every way possible.
He moved slowly, eyes falling shut as he got used to Wilder’s thick cock filling him.
Fingers dug into his hips, curses spewing from Wilder’s mouth as he ran his gaze down Emmett’s body, those eyes seeming to devour every inch of him.
He shouldn’t have worried. Wilder liked him exactly as he was, and what a fucking power trip that was.
“Wilder,” he gasped out, unsure what he was trying to say.
“I know.”
A second later, he landed on his back, Wilder’s thighs pushing his apart to settle between his legs. He felt the head of Wilder’s cock at his entrance, and he might’ve begged. He wasn’t sure if the sounds coming out of his mouth formed words at all.
“You feel―Fuck, Em. You feel so fucking good,” Wilder groaned, sinking inside him with a slow push. “You alright?”
He nodded, eyes barely focusing on Wilder. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Wilder said, amusement lining his voice.
He opened his mouth to snark back at Wilder, but then he moved, hips pulling back and then slamming hard into him, leaving him unable to do anything but moan Wilder’s name.
He grasped at Wilder, barely able to keep his eyes open while Wilder drove his cock deep inside him, but needing almost desperately to hold his gaze, to know exactly who was fucking him.
He needed to see that uncontrollable desire in Wilder’s eyes as he brought them both to that inevitable edge.
He didn’t want it to stop, but he could feel it creeping up on him, the pleasure reaching that crescendo, pushing him to his limits.
“Hold on,” Wilder ordered, that husky voice doing nothing to help him.
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
Wilder shifted under him, hands sliding up his hips to lift him, pulling him up onto Wilder’s thighs, his cock sinking impossibly deeper inside him. Fuck.
“Wild―” he cut off with a deep groan as Wilder pulled back and slammed into him. A hand wrapped around his cock, the fast strokes undoing him. He moaned over and over as Wilder fucked him through his orgasm, the ripples of pleasure robbing him of breath and leaving him a gasping mess.
Wilder’s breath hitched, and he buried his face in the side of Emmett’s neck, hips punching faster, harder, for a few moments before he stilled with a muffled shout.
He slid his fingers into Wilder’s hair, panting for breath as he held on, not wanting to let go.
They stayed like that for a while, and he knew he was exactly where he wanted to be.
Where he needed to be. He felt complete in a way he couldn’t explain. He didn’t even dare to try.
A whiny sound escaped him when Wilder moved off him, but that smug grin he received in return was enough to make him drop his head back on the mattress with a grunt.
Wilder’s low huff of laughter made it hard to keep from smiling.
There was just something about this man.
Something he couldn’t, nor wouldn’t, explain.
He just decided to enjoy this moment, dropping his head back on the bed, a smile etched on his face.
He heard Wilder in the bathroom and knew he needed to clean himself up, too, but his body felt both heavy and extremely light at the same time. He’d never felt better. Well, except maybe when he’d had Wilder pressed against him.
It wasn’t long before Wilder appeared in the doorway to the bathroom, a wry smile on his lips. Emmett pushed up on his elbows with a groan, figuring it was his turn.
“Stay,” Wilder said, making Emmett’s heart take flight.
Wilder walked closer, motioning for Emmett to lie down, and that’s when he noticed the wet rag in Wilder’s left hand. Was he…? Did he mean stay on the bed or stay the night? He didn’t know how to ask, so he kept his mouth shut while Wilder got on the bed to clean him up.
He waited for the embarrassment to hit, but it kept being thwarted by the way Wilder looked at him with nothing but soft affection.
It thoroughly disappeared when Wilder met his gaze for a moment before lowering his head and pressing a kiss to his inner thigh, before leaving to drop the rag in the bathroom.
Wilder returned to pull the covers loose, and as he crawled back into bed next to Emmett, he pulled the covers over both their bodies, plastering himself against Emmett’s side.
He turned to face Wilder, trying to meet the man’s gaze.
“I haven’t had anyone take care of me after in… I don’t even know how long,” he muttered, knowing full well he was blushing from the heat he felt in his cheeks.
“I’ll always take care of you,” Wilder said, looking at him as if he needed him to believe him.
He curled into Wilder’s side, wishing those words were true. Wishing he could have this―have Wilder―forever.