20. Oz
Oz
I stare at the wood-beam ceiling of Wilder’s bedroom, trying to gather my wits. Every part of me is loose and lax from the mind-bending orgasm to end all orgasms. Have I ever come that hard? I don’t think so. I’m sure I haven’t because I blacked out for a second there.
Now Wilder’s standing between my thighs, staring at my body like he’s just now ready to get started. There’s a tension in his huge muscles, a readiness like he’s a lion on the savanna with his eyes on a tasty-looking zebra.
Cum drips from his lower lip. He notices it at the same time I do, reaching up and casually brushing it away.
I manage to get up onto my elbows, staring at the giant male poised between my thighs. “What would you like me to do now, Wild?”
His dark green lips curl into a sensual smile. “Stand and undress me.”
Gods. Oh gods.
Saint was dominant in the bedroom, but it was an assholish dominance. It was never partnership. He was bossy, and I thought I liked that. But this is entirely different because there’s no threat, no cruelty underlying the demand. He already got me off so damn hard, and he’s not even undressed yet.
So I stand and reach for his shirt, pushing it slowly up his stomach to reveal a core stacked with thick, chunky abs.
A light dusting of hair covers his belly, growing thicker over enormous pecs.
Dark green nipples press firmly against the tight fabric of his tee—it barely covers his musculature.
All I want to do is dip down and capture that sexy nipple between my teeth, but I suspect I’m not allowed to.
Still, I’m hopeful when I look up at him. “May I touch you?”
Smirk. “You’re already touching me.”
I flash my eyes toward his chest. “Here? With my mouth?”
Silence stretches taut and long before he dips his head in approval.
Leaning forward, I brush my lips over his tight nipple, relishing how much warmer his skin is than mine.
He sucks in a breath, bringing his left hand to the back of my head.
I circle his nipple with my tongue before pulling it between my lips.
He grunts, followed by a pleased-sounding sigh.
Gods, I can’t wait to tease every inch, to see every inch of him.
“I bet you’re huge.”
I don’t realize I said that aloud until he laughs softly, gripping the base of my right horn and using the leverage to tilt my face up.
“I am, baby. Reach down and feel me.”
Mouth dry, I slide my left hand down to the front of his jeans. A rock-hard erection is pressed tightly to the fabric, tenting it. A large wet spot near the tip tells me just how much he’s enjoying this so far.
“Did you come?” I waggle my brows at him. “Couldn’t get enough of me?”
“Not yet. Soon, though. I wanted to see you come first.”
Now that I’m touching him, I don’t want to stop, I want to push until he tells me I can’t anymore.
Drifting back down, I drag my nose along his pec muscles to the juncture where his arm meets his chest. Breathing in deeply, I scent his warmth and that same bright smell that seems to emanate from him like sunlight.
Looking back up, I offer a hopeful smile. “Will you allow me to do what you did?”
He quirks a brow. “Suck me off? Finger my ass? Be specific, sweetheart.”
“All of it. Any of it.” I stand tall, staring at that sexy mouth. “Please.”
He chuckles. “Not tonight, Oz. Another time, perhaps.”
A whine slips from me, but he just shoves my chest hard. I hit the bed, and it creaks and groans beneath my weight. It dips more when he climbs on top of me, pushing my arms above my head.
“You’re still fully clothed,” I whine, but he dismisses me with a smile.
“Need your pleasure again. That was so fucking beautiful.”
“Noooooo, I’m begging.” I wriggle beneath him. “I don’t think I can come that hard again. For real. I don’t come more than once in a row.”
He rocks onto his heels. “Can’t? Or haven’t?”
“Ummm.” I shake my head. “Both, I guess.”
It’s definitely haven’t. Nobody’s ever tried.
He shakes his head. “I guarantee I can make it happen. Lie back and enjoy, Oz.”
Rolling, I rush to get away. I want to explore him, to experience him. I want to focus on him.
He grabs the back of my neck and hauls me upright until I hit his big body. Bringing his mouth to my ear, he purrs, a low, rumbly sound that vibrates his chest.
“Fucking stay,” he commands in that insane baritone.
I’m helpless to deny him, not when he uses that tone on me.
He reaches down between us and shoves his jeans open. When he pushes them down, his hot, sticky cock presses into my back. Warm fingers probe between my ass cheeks, pushing against my hole. Gods, I want him there so badly, I’ll do almost anything to get it.
“Please, Wild,” I beg. “Please fuck me.”
He’s silent at my back until I hear the sound of the lube bottle being uncapped.
He drips the sticky solution onto me then coats his cock.
Thank gods I’m finally getting a taste. He never lets go of his hold on my throat as he nudges his cock to press against my hole.
At the first light thrust, the tip fills me so full I gasp.
He’s enormous, like sitting on a log of firewood. Closing my eyes, I relax against him as I focus on releasing the tension.
Wilder reaches around and palms my cock, stroking down the length and pinching the tip. I’m still so sensitive from coming, and the heat of his hand combined with the pressure in my ass has me ready to fly apart again.
Shallow thrusts inch him slowly deeper as my legs start to shake.
“What do you need, baby? What do you like?” He strokes my throat with those warm fingertips.
“Anything,” I practically sob, eyes rolling into my head as he slides deeper, my ass contracting around him. “Fuck, do anything you want, Wild.”
He groans and halts. “Godsdamnit, Oz, you don’t know what those words do to me.”
Before I can answer, he pushes me forward until my belly hits the mattress. Crawling on top of me, he holds my ass wide open and spears into me again, hitting deeper this time. The tip of his cock nudges my prostate, and I grunt, eyes rolling into my head.
His grip comes to the back of my neck as he slides deeper, so deep I can’t imagine him going any farther.
“So fucking tight,” he gasps. “Oz, this ass is perfect, sweetheart. Just relax for me.”
“I can’t; I can’t,” I moan as he plunges deep, his heavy sack slapping against the backs of my legs. “Fuck, Wild.”
He pauses, lifting off me as his cock kicks inside. “Baby, talk to me. You can’t what? You okay?”
Shifting backward, I impale myself on his thick length, rocking myself back and forth as he blows out a heavy breath.
“‘Gods,” he murmurs, “it’s beautiful watching my big dick disappear inside you. Keep doing that; don’t stop.”
That’s one command I’m happy to obey as I shift forward and back. Every thrust helps him sink deeper until we’re clashing together. His hands come to my hips, fingers digging in as he helps me keep the rhythm steady despite my best efforts to speed up, to throw us over that edge together.
My sack tightens against my body as my cock kicks against my thigh. Heat rushes through me, goosebumps coating my skin as I move faster.
Except he doesn’t let me, forcing me to slow down, to take him harder and deeper. His hips crash against mine until I’m panting and rocking, losing control of the rhythm.
Bliss hits with all the force of a hurricane, stars crashing behind my eyelids as orgasm rolls over me like a wave.
“Fuck!” he screams, and that single roar throws me fully into toe-curling, lost-my-hearing, can’t-focus-on-anything-but-ecstasy pleasure.
It sunbursts through me over and over as he pumps my ass full of sticky, hot cum, roaring my name. His voice goes rough and ragged toward the end, and when the pleasure starts to fade, I slump to the bed with him still buried deep inside.
His arms quiver as he comes forward, resting lightly on my back. Thick, hot cum drips from my hole as the last vestiges of orgasm flutter and flare through me. Cock kicking against the bedsheets, I let out a deep, satisfied groan.
He props himself partially up on both palms, dragging his nose along my wing base then up the outside of my wing. When he closes his warm mouth over the bone, I grunt and arch against him, ass flexing around the thick cock still buried deep inside me.
“Not again,” I moan. “I can’t do it again; oh my gods, you’ll be the death of me.”
“Shh, baby,” he whispers, still kissing random trails down one wing before moving to the other. “I’m just taking care of you, Oz. Enjoy.”
The soft kisses compared with his warm mouth have my body relaxing muscle by muscle, tension draining away as his cock softens and slips from my ass. He never stops kissing and rubbing until I’m so relaxed I’m barely fending off sleep.
Only when my eyelids begin to flutter closed does he roll off me and disappear toward the bathroom. The water cuts on, and he returns a few minutes later with a warm washcloth.
I snooze as he slowly, quietly spreads my ass and cleans the mess we made.
Is this what it feels like to be loved and cherished? Is this what Lemon and Bluebell feel like with their mates? The star-filled sky outside the window beckons, snow falling peacefully down to coat the trees.
This is so perfect, so right.
I wish I had it all the time.