19. Wilder
Wilder
I love a bratty partner. The sass, the push and pull and the final submission? Decadence. There’s a fine line, of course, but I can’t wait to make Oz give in. Taking care of him afterward will be nearly as pleasurable as making him come.
“There’s heat between us,” I say as I watch him deny my demand.
“You felt it in that kiss. I felt it in that kiss. And if you want to know what it feels like for me to give you my fat cock, you’ll take those clothes off.
” I smile a little bigger. “If I have to tell you again, you might not like the consequences.”
He flops onto his side, swinging his tail like a lasso. “Oooh, sexy consequences?”
“Sexless consequences,” I confirm. “Because pretty boys who can’t listen don’t get to come, and it’s really that simple.”
Oz’s playful smile falls, and he slips off the bed. “Well, I like coming, so…”
I offer him a knowing smile as he reaches for the buttons on his tee and snaps them open.
It falls to the ground, revealing his chest. He’s broadly muscular but trim, not as stocky as me but no less powerful.
Big shoulders ripple with strength. His chest is covered in short dark hair, dark purple nipples already peaked.
My mouth waters as I stare at his gorgeous body. “Show me your wings,” I command. “I love wings.”
His dark brows lift, but he spins slowly, looking over his shoulder at me.
And those wings are just as stunning as I thought.
They spring from his muscular shoulders, arching up into a multisegmented appendage with spiked tips at each juncture.
He flares them wide, still looking over his shoulder as he reaches for his jeans.
After unsnapping them, he slides them over that fucking delicious ass, revealing it to me inch by inch.
Twin globes are just as muscular as the rest of him, slight divots in each side illuminating just how strong he is.
“Show me more,” I command. “Spread yourself for me.”
He pauses and half spins in my direction. “Don’t you want to see the front, Wilder?”
“We’ll get there,” I say as I run a hand over my mouth. “Do as I say, pretty boy.”
He kicks his jeans off and leans onto the bed with both hands, stepping his legs out wide.
“I told you to spread them,” I repeat.
I expect pushback, so I’m surprised when he lifts a knee to the bed, holding himself steady while he reaches back and grabs both ass cheeks. When he parts them, arching his back to show me that tight pucker, I let out a groan of approval.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” I murmur. “You’re beautiful.”
I need a taste, so I move forward and drop to both knees behind him.
He moans quietly when I slide my hands up the backs of his legs, admiring his innate strength.
Between his thighs hangs a heavy sack, the skin puckered and duskier than the rest of his body.
My control’s already frayed as I stare at him, imagining how I’m going to be inside him soon.
Not without prep, though. I’m a big boy. I know that, and I’m not willing to hurt him. Neither of us expected this, so maybe tonight will just be about teasing him, learning him, seeing if we’re compatible in this way.
But based on how fucking hard I am just looking at him, I doubt compatibility’s gonna be an issue.
Goosebumps pepper his skin as I drag my open mouth up the back of his right leg.
Alternating kisses and soft bites, I tease myself up to the top of his ass.
Dipping the tip of my tongue in his crack, I circle his back pucker once, loving how he shudders against me.
But the tease is my favorite part. I want him halfway to coming by the time I flip him over and see what gifts the front holds.
Running my mouth down his left ass cheek, I kiss to the place where his ass and leg meet, licking along the seam there.
“Fuck, Wild,” he says with a sexy little groan.
“Don’t worry, baby,” I murmur into his skin before licking a stripe up his sack to his hole. “We will.”
He cries out when I slick my tongue over his pucker, running it over the ridges and sucking at his skin.
Reaching up, I roll his balls between my fingers, feeling their heft as he falls forward onto the bed.
Back arched, he reaches between his thighs and shifts his cock.
Greedy, I sit back and watch as the move reveals a swollen purple tip dripping with precum.
Fuck, it’s so pretty. I need a taste of that too.
Bending low, I cant my head to the side and stick my tongue out just far enough to tease that swollen, dripping tip.
Precum coats my tongue as he gasps and shivers before me.
Lapping hungrily, I suck the sensitive skin running beneath his cock head, pulling it between my lips.
This angle’s not perfect though. I can’t taste everything I want.
He’s a step ahead of me, lurching forward and flipping over. His legs fall open, dick spearing the air as he grips it and stares at me with hooded eyes.
“Do more, cowboy,” he says on a growl. “You fucking tease.”
His command has my dominance rising with the need to simultaneously put him in his place and suck that gorgeous dick as it flops against his thigh. It’s long and thick with purple veins running the length of it. They dip beneath a thick, swollen crown coated in sticky white precum.
“Suck it, gods, please,” he pleads, brows furrowed. “Wild, please.”
It’s the use of my nickname that throws me over the edge of sanity. Surging forward, I grip him by the base and slide my mouth down his length. He hits the back of my throat, and I keep going, breathing through my nose until it’s nestled against his belly.
Oz bucks and thrusts, throwing a hand over his face as he falls to his back.
His body’s tense and tight, and I love that I’ve got so much control over him like this.
Slipping my tongue around his dick, I pull slowly off until I reach the crown again.
He sobs out a high, desperate groan when I suck just the edge, teasing it with my lips and teeth.
Precum spurts over my tongue, salty but sweet. Greedy, I swallow it down as I bracket his body beneath mine, taking him to the root a second time. I spill seed into my pants at how fucking hot this makes me.
Remembering the need for lube, I pop off him long enough to grab a small bottle in my bedside drawer. It’s for my personal toys; I hadn’t expected to find someone in Pine Gulch. I hadn’t expected him.
Dropping to my knees between his thighs, I uncap it and coat two fingers. Licking up the underside of his cock, I suckle him softly as I bring my fingers to his pucker and play with it.
Oz hisses and grips the sheets, spreading wider to give me access. He’s panting, big chest heaving like he’s almost ready to come.
“Slow down, baby.” I ignore his cock for a moment as I slip two fingers slightly inside him, teasing his ass until he relaxes. “Good boy,” I murmur. “Relax for me.”
He grips the sheets tighter, cock thwapping against my mouth as I slide farther inside him, curling my fingers to stroke. He’s warmer here, and I ache to feel that warmth envelop me, to spill inside his sweet channel.
I want him sated and limp on the sheets, dripping with his cum and mine. Then I want to clean every inch of him with my mouth while I work him up to another round.
Growling, I lap at his balls as I work his hole wider, carefully stretching and teasing as he thrusts to meet my tongue and fingers.
When I’ve got them fully inside, I curl to rub gentle circles over his prostate.
The effect is immediate—his moans deepen, cheeks flushing a darker shade of purple as his hips jerk against me, cock spearing shallowly into my mouth.
Salty precum coats my tongue. His taste is divine and hot like this. His scent brightens until every one of my senses pings with delight.
“I’m so fucking close,” he gasps, hips moving faster. Every thrust upward sends his cock to the back of my throat. I want him to come, and then when he’s loose and drowning in that perfect post-orgasm haze, I’m gonna flip him over and fuck that pretty little asshole.
Humming, I press harder on his prostate.
Just above his cock, the thick bit of cartilage that sticks out begins to vibrate.
Gods, I love gargoyles and that built-in sex toy.
Taking it between my fingertips, I massage in tiny circles as he jolts in my arms. For a moment, he pauses, body tensing and tightening around me before he explodes.
Cum shoots from his cock into my mouth, filling my throat with sweet, tangy cream.
Oz screams, hips banging against me as his internal muscles ripple around my fingers. I use his orgasm to stretch him further, rubbing and thrusting as he comes deep in my throat.
He’s beautiful lost to the pleasure. It’s etched across his elegant features like a mask of pure bliss. I need more. I need all of it. Every orgasm he’s gonna have, it’s gonna fucking come from me.
I pull off his cock, watching it fall against his thigh, spent even though his ass keeps tightening around my fingers. I pull them out and then push back in carefully, adding a third finger this time.
“Oh, fuuuuuuck,” he groans. “You fill me so good, Wilder.”
“Wild,” I correct. “When we’re like this, call me Wild.”
He cries out, clapping his thighs together as he becomes over-sensitized. Careful not to be too rough, I pull my fingers from his ass and stand.
It’s my fucking turn.