9. Rosie
Chapter nine
Rosie
M y worries ebbed into the background, lessening with each of Wilder’s careful touches. I didn’t want to be handled so gently. I ran my tongue along his full lower lip, smiling as he gasped in what I hoped was a mix of pleasure and surprise. A heavy ache throbbed between my legs as his belt buckle brushed the seam of my borrowed pyjamas. Wetness clung to them already, like my body knew that this fine example of a man had been sharing my bed. His dark hair was soft between my fingers as I tugged him closer with both hands. Wilder took direction well, deepening the kiss immediately. It was my turn to gasp and moan as he licked his way into my willing mouth. My heart hammered against my ribs, and as my hands wandered from his head and down the swells of his pecs, I felt that his heart rate matched mine. When I leaned back, Wilder followed, not allowing a speck of space to form between our searching lips.
He placed a knee between my legs, hovering over me on the rumpled covers, and I shamelessly wiggled lower so I could rub myself against his muscular thigh.
I moaned, the seam of soft flannel hitting my clit as I circled my hips.
“God, Rosie, those little sounds are killing me.”
“Wanna help me make some bigger ones?”
“Trouble,” he murmured, sucking my lip into his mouth.
Wilder’s muscles twitched as I coasted one finger along the waistband of his pants. He was hard, jutting up toward my hand and testing the limits of his zipper. Heat sunk into my palm as I covered his erection, stroking the length with my short fingernails through the fabric. He reached down, popping the button with an audible snap. The teeth of the zipper pulled apart bit by bit, affording me more space for my wandering hands. A laugh bubbled up unexpectedly. The emotion foreign after weeks, maybe longer, of sadness. I smiled up at Wilder, enjoying the mix of joy and thrill that came with our newfound connection. His brown eyes looked warm in the firelight, lips parted as he sucked in deep breaths. How was it that this man had been unknown to me days earlier? Wilder wasn’t an unknown any longer. With every glance, it was as though an impossibly tight knot in my chest unravelled a bit more. Opening myself up to something I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling. He was kind and brave and funny, and I knew that something inside him was hurting. I knew that ache, and maybe we could ease the pain for each other. Replace it with pleasure. At least for one night. He groaned, the sound a sexy vibration as I pulled down the elastic of his boxers and wrapped my hands around his stiff cock. I squeezed him as hard as I dared, relishing in the look of bliss that crossed his face.
“Rosie,” he sighed. I loosened my grip and lazily pumped him up and down. He shuddered above me, each of my strokes made his eyes burn brighter as he thrusted into my hand.
“I don’t have anything.”
“Any…oh.” His meaning came to me a moment later. “Any condoms?”
He shook his head.
“Add it to our list of things to search for,” I said, running my thumb over his leaking tip.
Wilder sucked air through his teeth. “Rosie…you’re gonna make me–”
“Come?” I asked, twisting my wrist.
“Yes. Fuck.”
Was there a better sensation than such a big man coming undone for you?
With my free hand, I slid up my oversized t-shirt, exposing my bare breasts to the cool air.
“I want you to, Wilder.”
He shoved the shirt higher so it bunched beneath my chin, dipping his head enough to kiss my sternum. I shivered as he dragged his lips over my breast, finding my nipple then sucking it into his hot mouth, flicking the sensitive flesh with his tongue. The weight of his torso pressed down on my hand, only affording me enough space to jerk the most responsive inches of his cock. My back arched, my only free hand clutching at the back of his neck to pull his mouth as close as I could get him. Each suck and lick on my nipples made me tingle.
Desperation laced my raspy voice. “Come on my stomach and tits, Wilder. Then I need you to touch me. Please.”
His chest rumbled, lips vibrating as I increased the speed of my tug job. Wilder came undone above me, abs flexing as he groaned my name. Hot spurts of cum burst over my bare stomach, just missing my breasts.
“Rosie…so fucking good.”
He kissed me hard, his still throbbing cock pressed flat against my belly. What a tease to have him so close. With one more quick kiss on my forehead, he popped off the bed with far too much energy, returning with a facecloth that he swiped over my skin, getting me as clean as possible.
“You might have jerked me with my fucking pants around my ass, Rosie, but yours are coming all the way off.”
My jaw was too busy hanging open to talk back. He wasted no time slipping the t-shirt over my head and yanking the pyjamas pants off in one motion. I parted my legs, feeling bold from causing him to come so hard. Wilder laser-focused between my thighs, raking his hands through his hair. His zipper was still undone, boxers covering his cock, but I could see that he was hard all over again. Finding condoms tomorrow was at the tippy top of my apocalyptic to-do list.
“You’re soaked,” he groaned, kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed where he’d been earlier. “I can see it in the candlelight. You’re dripping for me, Rosie.”
I nodded, lost for words with the depth of my need.
Wilder’s thumb dragged through my wetness before brushing across my clit with maddeningly light pressure. Staying still felt impossible as I fought the urge to snatch him around the wrist and fuck his hand. I already knew I couldn’t have his cock, not without protection, but I’d be damned if he thought he was going to gently caress me to an orgasm.
“Please.”
Wilder smirked, dimples forming in both his cheeks. I couldn’t really resist smiling back.
“Don’t tease me.”
His finger travelled south, touches still featherlight as he circled my soaked opening.
“You’ll finish,” he soothed, bringing his hand to his mouth to suck my arousal off his skin. “Don’t you worry about that.”
Wilder thrust two fingers inside me, causing me to cry out. He covered my mouth with his rough palm before I even finished, muffling my sounds of pleasure.
“Shhh, wouldn’t want anyone to hear you feeling so good.”
He crooked his two fingers just to illustrate the point.
“Or, maybe…maybe you do want that?”
Wilder climbed up the bed, still pumping away at my needy pussy. He leaned in close, our noses level with his salty palm still pressed to my lips. I could hear him working me through my wetness, the promise of release coiling low in my belly.
“Fuck me, Rosie. If I didn’t think it would put you in danger, I’d take my hand off your lips so fast. I’d open the window while I fucked you just so that piece of shit ex of yours who’s got you so scared could hear how good I’m making you feel. How happy you are. How safe you are with me.”
His protectiveness ramped my pleasure up to a new level. God, the look on Barrett’s face would be so stupid if he could see me now. I screamed against his hand as the orgasm washed over me. My pussy fluttered around his fingers, my damp thighs trembling as I crushed his hand between them. Wilder removed his hand, only to replace it with his lips. We kissed until my lips were swollen and we were wild with need all over.