FIFTEEN
Gasping and grunting,I slowly ease farther inside Wilder’s ass. “Jesus, fuck.” I exhale hard, leaning over his body, bracing myself on the mattress at his side with one hand, the other splaying over his chest. My entire body shudders as I touch him, feeling his rock-hard muscles and smooth skin under my fingertips. I tweak at his pebbled nipples, and he grunts aloud, his ass clamping down on my dick. Oh, god. I don’t know how long I can hang on with my entire world wanting to shatter. “You like that? You feel so fuckin’ good.”
He’s panting, his hands mangling the sheets in his grip. “Fuuck. Royal.” His breath heaves out. “This is—” But he doesn’t finish, whether at a loss for words or simply can’t get them out because I’ve withdrawn the slightest bit and pushed my cock farther than it’s been before.
My breath coasts over the dampness on his back, then my lips follow, taking a lazy path over his heated skin. His salty sweat explodes on my tongue as it flicks out to taste him. My cock jerks hard and I groan, then rest my cheek on his back, hanging on as I rock into him.
I don’t know if he realizes it yet, but I’m fully seated inside him. I grunt, rocking my hips, and fucked if he doesn’t meet me halfway. “You okay?”
“Fuck, yes. I’d say so if I wasn’t. You better not fucking stop.”
I claw him to me as we increase the pace.
“I’m close. I’m so fucking close.” Wilder reaches between his legs to grab his dick, but I don’t let him.
Moving his hand out of the way with a grunt, I take a firm grip of his shaft as I rock slowly into him. “Mine.” I milk his thick cock until he’s bucking against me.
“Fuck. Fuuuck. I’m coming.”
As Wilder gives me that heads-up, I adjust and let him spill into my hand. The way his body trembles and shudders has me undeniably ready to blow. With hot cum now coating my hand, I pull almost all the way out of his body, paint my dick with it, and slide much more smoothly back inside. My head buzzes as I thrust quickly, my path slickened by his cum.
He gives an animalistic sound, his back arching. “Fuck, Royal. Fuck.”
My jaw tenses for a moment right as I feel the orgasm about to crest within me, fire igniting and shooting down my spine. I slam into him one final time, holding onto his hips for stability as my cock spurts, pumping into his ass.
It takes me almost a full minute to recognize I’m still buried deep inside him, and it’s not until his body is wracked with a tremor that I snap out of the trance I’ve been in. Harsh gusts of air exit my body as my heart rate finally begins to slow. Releasing my death grip on his hips, I rub my hands over his ass cheeks before lifting one and bringing it down firmly on his backside.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunts out as he turns his head to look over his shoulder. “Shower?”
I nod, pulling out of his body. We make our way to the en suite bathroom and duck inside, shutting the door behind us. Wilder makes his way to the shower stall, leaning in to turn on the water. He holds his hand under the spray and, once satisfied, nods. “Be ready in a sec.” Those dark, devious eyes lock on mine, and he crooks a finger at me.
My brow raises involuntarily in response, and my feet move, too, as if of their own will. Drawn to him like a fucking magnet. He grasps my jaw under my chin, then swipes his tongue over my lower lip. The result is a desperate gasp falling from my lips and the swift invasion of my mouth. He uses it to massage mine, and soon we’re in an all-out competition to see who can make the other moan and how loudly.
His dick is hard against my abdomen, and when I glance down, my jaw works to the side as he lets a soft chuckle escape. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” There’s a husky, raspy quality to his voice that has my dick responding, and a fire lights his eyes now—one that wasn’t there before. It’s like I’ve pulled him from his misery. Like I gave him the help he needed so desperately after waking from whatever nightmare haunts him. He asked me to make it all stop. And for the moment, it appears I have.
I let him tug me under the cascade of water with him because I would do just about anything to make sure words of anguish never pass his lips again. Make it all stop, he’d said. God. I’m a little terrified of what could possibly be chasing him through sleep. What claws at him even when he’s wide awake.
He reaches for some soap, pumping a ridiculous amount in his hands, then hands it off to me. I do the same, but before I can begin to wash myself, his soapy hands meet my chest, sliding over my wet skin. The water pounds down on us, and as I return the favor, running my palms over his shoulders and all over his torso, I pay special attention to the ink scattered over his skin, having never really studied it before. I bite my lip, my eyes flicking from his skin to meet his dark gaze. “Like these.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up, a devilish glint in his eye as he takes my dick in his soapy hand, firmly stroking me, while the second one cups my balls, tugging on them in a way that has me gasping aloud. I’ve practically stopped moving, stopped breathing—might have died—when he spins me around, strong hands kneading the muscles of my ass. Soap-slick fingers wander, and before I know it, he’s got me bracing my hands on the shower stall, his wet lips at my neck as his fingers play at my virgin asshole. His chest is molded to mine. “I want this ass to be mine.” His fingertip enters me, and I jerk hard, hands scrambling for purchase on the tiled wall in front of me. He nips at my skin with a growl as he slips it back out. My breath stutters from me. In disappointment, maybe. Because I saw how good I made him feel. And I want him to touch me like that, too. To fuckin’ own me.
“I’m ready for your dick.” I’m desperate to feel him inside me, want to know what the fuss is about those damn dick piercings. It makes me hot all over every time I even think about his fancy-as-fuck cock.
His hands roam over the entire expanse of my back, down to my ass. “Not yet.” He grips my hips and tugs them back and applies pressure to my lower back.
My hands squeak against the wet tile as they slide down until I’m bent over with my ass sticking out. He uses his foot to nudge my legs into opening to a wider stance. My heart thunders in my chest, and I blink as a thud sounds on the floor of the shower. Oh, fuck. He’s on his knees behind me, and the next thing I know, strong hands spread my ass cheeks, and his warm tongue flicks over the puckered skin. The moan that leaves him finishes the job of spinning me directly off my axis. My dick jerks with every lick and hot kiss as my head swims with lust.
I like to think of myself as being able to handle most things without losing my goddamn mind, but Wilder licking my back door has me whimpering. “Fuuuck,” I breathe out, my fingers trying to grip the wall as I think I might be in danger of collapsing because of the ardent, insistent way he’s manipulating me into a boneless mass with every pass of his tongue.
His hands grip my ass cheeks, then his mouth is on one of them, sinking his teeth into the flesh. He growls, and I gasp. “Fuck,” I bite out.
“You like that, huh?” He swats my ass as he stands up. “Don’t move.”
I heave out a breath. “I had no fucking clue.” I’m too overcome to pay much attention to what he’s doing behind me, but hearing a flip of a cap, I realize he’s grabbed the soap again. The feel of the cool gel sliding toward my asshole is followed by the tip of his finger again, circling over and over, driving me out of mind, until I’m panting, ready to beg for more. “Wilder, stop fucking around.”
“I like to fuckin’ tease you.”
Fuck.“I—” And I can’t get another word out, as his finger breaches the tight ring of muscle, entering me again. I stutter, “F-f-fuuuck,” the word elongated as the pleasure he’s making me feel curls around inside my head before it spreads like molten lava throughout my body.
“You’re so fucking sexy, all hard body and muscles… and the way you respond to me—I won’t ever get enough.” He’s bent over me, his head near mine as he whispers, his voice all grit and gravel. “I’m going to give you another finger. Try to relax.”
But we find I really don’t need to as he easily inserts another, then slowly works them in and out of me, leaving me panting and gasping and mindlessly pushing back, chasing the rush of pleasure he’s able to deliver. Every brush over that ultra-sensitive spot inside me brings an intensely unique sensation, and now I see why I had him fucking squirming earlier. He licks over the skin at my neck before he murmurs in my ear, “Get ready for the ride of your fuckin’ life.” He nips at my earlobe before scissoring his fingers, working them in and out until I’m writhing before him, shoving my ass back, and generally cursing him for drawing this out.
More soap. The bottle hits the floor, and he gives a soft grunt. I angle my head around so I can see him. Yes. Fuck yes. The feral look in his eyes is everything I want right now. He’s fucking me with his fingers at the same time he’s got his own dick in a chokehold, stroking it in harsh, firm strokes. My heart thuds so hard in my chest, I don’t know how much more I can take. My head swings back, dropping down to stare at the floor of the shower.
This is it. Oh fucking hell. I want this. Fuck. Wilder’s fingers withdraw, and he replaces them with his cock. He exhales hard, holding onto me with one hand while he guides the head of his dick into my ass. Holy fuck. “Fuuuck. Wilder,” I gasp. The jewelry at the head of his cock creates a much different sensation than his fingers had. It’s so fucking good, I’m in danger of crying or saying some stupid shit or something, I don’t know. I’m at a loss for how to handle this, nerve endings firing and sending me into overdrive. There’s nothing for me to do but try to remain upright, which proves difficult as my body shakes and trembles. My legs feel like they’re made of goddamn Jell-O.
And then he pushes into me, and if I thought I felt good before, that was nothing. “Oh, Jesus. Wilder.” He’s so fucking big, and the way he’s filling me up is better than I ever could have imagined. I gasp as he eases back then thrusts into me as far as he can go. “Wilder. Wilder. Wilder.” Fuuuck. I’m chanting his name, and it’s like a vow, like a motherfucking oath. Unable to control myself, I meet every stroke, frantic. I don’t know how to react to what he’s doing to me or what he’ll think about my response to getting railed by him, and at the moment, I don’t give a flying fuck. It’s like I’m peeling out of my skin and becoming someone new and different.
“Fuck you’re hot, baby.” He grabs my shoulder with one hand and reaches around for my bouncing cock with the other, all while I digest the fact that he just fucking called me baby. And goddamn, I want to be his baby.
Our bodies crash together, wet slaps of skin on skin, the sounds filling the steamy shower stall. My cries and pants combine with Wilder’s muttered curses and rapid breathing. It all adds fuel to what’s happening between us.
The orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and my cum spurts violently from me, painting the wall in front of us. Wilder’s choked gasp behind me has me craning back to see him, and the look of ecstasy on his face has my dick erupting with a final burst of cum.
“Your ass, I could feel every pulse of your orgasm. It’s gonna make me—” He groans, and his hips snap twice, his balls slapping at my ass cheeks before he thrusts hard, going rigid as he clutches my body to his. Oh, fuck. I feel him coming in my ass, throbbing and filling me like no one ever has before.
We don’t move for several minutes, and I find I don’t mind standing here, impaled on his cock, connected to him like this. After he came, he’d wrapped his arms around my torso, resting his cheek against my back. I feel his heart thudding away, and, fuck, I hope this helped him. But I also selfishly hope it’s really something he wanted to happen, too. I think we’re okay, but time will tell.
His cock softens and slowly slips from me. He bends to grab the bottle of discarded soap off the floor and holds it out, gesturing that he’ll squirt some into my hand. It’s gotta be edging toward four in the morning as we clean up, only it’s different than before—it’s about caring for each other, even if it does feel good to have his big hands sweeping soap bubbles over my body. His fingers dip between my ass cheeks as he stares into my eyes. “You okay?”
My voice is rough as I answer in the most honest way I can. “I’m never going to be the same again. You?” The smile he gifts me lets me know he’s fine physically, but it doesn’t tell me what’s going on behind those dark, soulful eyes.
“I’m good. Really good.”
We towel off, then Wilder grabs up the new toothbrush he’d bought and loads it with toothpaste.
My brow goes up, and I grab mine, too. Side by side, we brush our teeth, spit, and rinse, and I silently wonder if I’m going to think about how I spit on Wilder’s asshole and what it’d been like to be with him like that every damn time I brush my teeth. The blood in my veins heats, rushing through my body to make my face turn red. In an effort to hide it, I grab him and kiss him with his newly minty-fresh breath, keeping it relaxing and calm, considering he should get some sleep. He’s gotta fight tonight.
“Will you answer me one thing?”
Wilder draws in a breath, like he’s been waiting for this, knew he couldn’t run from it… or me. “Yeah. If I can.”
That clarification on the end of his agreement really doesn’t help matters, but I go for it, anyway. “The night Freya and Zane died. No one mentioned how you fucking freaked out. And now, just… I have an idea that there was more to it than what you’ve told us.”
With a rough swallow, Wilder murmurs, “My dad.”
A line forms in the space between my brows. “You were there when he died, right? Is that it?”
He stares steadily into my eyes, an anguish there that rips my heart out. “It’s eating at me, Royal. I don’t know what to do.”