Chapter 9 Wilder
Chapter nine
Wilder
You know what it’s like to reveal the darkest, deepest, dirtiest parts of yourself and have someone else see that and still think you’re amazing and perfect, and there’s nothing in the world wrong with you?
I don’t. Not since my grandma.
Oh god. Not like that. Fuck. Fuck. I mean, I used to tell her what was bothering me and what I was thinking. I trusted her with my emotions and my heart.
But the butt stuff? That’s never seen the light of day, and not just because I don’t sleep around.
I’ve had a few partners in the past, before I realized relationships and the limelight are hard.
There have always been parts of myself I’ve held back.
Mostly because I imagined the whole Wilder likes to tongue assholes thing going viral, and the label losing their mind.
Honestly, if it had gotten out there, I would have said a big, “So what?” I’m just a guy.
Whatever. I like what I like. I would have refused to be ashamed, and I could only hope it would make me more relatable.
I’ve always told my fans to be proud of who they are.
I just handed Carissa one of my biggest secrets. I trust her with it.
I’m standing buckass naked in her kitchen, so I think there’s quite a bit more I’ve already entrusted to her.
The weight of my thoughts is always so heavy. The consequences too. I always think before I do something, so this is definitely outside my normal.
Fuck normal.
I like being naked.
I haven’t taken a real minute for myself in as long as I can remember. I want this moment with Carissa.
She wants it too. I can tell by the way she kisses me.
By her soft and desperate touches and the way she looks at me, completely vulnerable and stripped down.
She wants me, and I want her. There’s a whole bunch of semantics and other stuff waiting to come crashing down on us, but I just want it to wait.
I help her down, off the counter, and just stand there, drinking in her beauty.
Then I run my hand from her shoulder down her arm.
Her skin is like silk. She’s glorious. Muscular and strong.
She has a sporty, athletic body. Once her breasts were freed from her sports bra, they even looked like they were breathing a sigh of relief.
They’re round and heavy, the nipples dark and tightly beaded.
She has defined abs and sleek muscles in her legs.
She’s powerfully built in her own right.
She could probably pick me up and toss me over her shoulder if she had to.
That’s hot.
My balls tighten up, and my cock throbs just thinking about her picking me up, sack of potatoes style.
Out of nowhere, she bends and runs her tongue along my neck and then up over my jaw.
Her tongue darts out along her lower lip and then her upper.
She hums like she’s savoring the taste of my skin.
Her fingers are shaking, but she brushes them over my cheek, memorizing the planes of my face by touch.
It really strikes me how long she’s waited for this moment. We’ve known each other for ages.
And I had no idea.
I was oblivious in the worst way. I can’t imagine what it felt like for her.
She’s so generous that she doesn’t even have any hard feelings.
She just sucked it up, did her job, and helped and protected me and my team at all costs.
If I had no idea about her feelings, what else don’t I know about?
In a good way. All the good she’s done, all the times she’s stood up for me and the band and anyone associated with us, and in not-so-good ways, like the sacrifices she made.
She’s not rigorously asking me to return her feelings. She actually never wanted me to know.
I can’t fathom that.
It makes my brain hurt to try.
Now isn’t the right time. I need a moment. An hour. A week. A lifetime.
I need her.
My balls are on the verge of being spit-roasted as they’re so full and hot.
Carissa angles in closer and accidentally bumps my cock with her belly.
I grind my teeth as my hips jerk forward, trying to impale her abs, but of course, they bump off like a rubber ball against a brick building.
The sensation judders through me, and I have to take a deep breath and get my shit together or literally not have it together.
I need to cool down.
It’s the last thing I want to do, but I slip down onto my knees, pulling away a fraction.
Carissa watches, waiting for me to show her what I want. I span my hands over her hips. Her skin is a thousand degrees under my palms. Maybe that’s my own heat blasting into her.
I’m face-to-face with her pussy. I can still taste her on my tongue, which makes me want to come too, so I spin her slowly. I spread my hand over her lower back, applying just a little bit of pressure so she bends over.
Her hands slap against the countertop. She bends from the waist and spreads her legs, edging her feet out wide and giving me a full view of her round, tight ass and the scrap of fabric between her legs.
“You should probably take those off,” she suggests smartly, turning her head and giving me a sassy, bossy look. “It would make this so much easier.”
I grunt caveman style, but I follow her suggestion and peel her panties down her legs. She obediently lifts one foot and then the other without me even having to ask.
She’s right. It’s not just easier. The unobstructed view of her glistening, bare pussy is a thing of wonder. She doesn’t seem nervous, but when I caress her ass cheek, she jumps a little.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask.
“If I’m not, you could just eat me out from behind.”
“Fair enough. Will you let me know if there’s anything you don’t like?”
“For sure.” Her tone implies she’s open-minded. “For the record, I would never let you do this if I hadn’t recently showered.”
“Okay.”
“Would you do this if I weren’t freshly showered?”
How much information is too much? “Cleanliness is next to godliness.”
She snort-laughs. “Mmm. Sorry, was that supposed to be honest? It’s okay.
I like kinky. I like dirty. The world would be a pretty boring place if the only flavor were vanilla.
It’s exciting at first. Maybe even delicious.
But look at all the other flavors! Tiger tail, cotton candy, bubble gum, cheesecake, brownie, cookie dough, blueberry, strawberry, peanut butter—it’s endless. ”
Her ass cheeks in my hands feel so right. So does spreading her open. She gasps, but it’s a good gasp. The kind where she nudges her feet open a little bit further to help me.
I just go for it, running my tongue up, straight to the tight ring of muscle back there.
I curl my fingers around and stroke her pussy, soaking them before I circle her clit.
Pushing back the hood, I press down with just enough force that her hips rock forward and back.
I’m there to catch her with my fingers, and when she pushes back, she has my tongue.
I feast on her back here the same way I did with her pussy earlier. Like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do, and I want to do it right.
I trace two fingers to her entrance and push them in, up to the first knuckle.
“Holy fuck,” she hisses. “More, Jack. Please.”
I breathe loudly against her while I fill her up, giving her everything. She rocks against my fingers, her hips tilting forward to take them all the way to my knuckles. I hook them at the end, and her breath shudders out and turns into a wheeze.
“Oh, wow. I wasn’t sure about the butt stuff, but when you do it all together, it’s kind of… mind-blowing.”
My cock twitches, giving me a warning. Ten-second warning?
It had better not be, but I go for broke, eating her out while I thrust my fingers in and out of her. She bucks against me, her motions growing more and more unhinged. I curl my fingers on each thrust, hoping to goodness I’m hitting something that feels good on the inside.
“Oh… oh my god… I… I’m so close,” she whimpers. Her hands slap against the countertop while her ass slaps against my face, her hips rolling over and over again into my hand.
It happens all at once. She explodes around my fingers, her tight passage becoming even tighter and squeezing the shit out of my digits. She soaks my hand, my arm, the floor, and the counter. There’s so much wetness. So much warmth.
It soaks me.
Did she just… squirt?
“Oh shit,” she hisses, sounding half panicked. “I’m sorry, I—”
After witnessing the hottest thing I’ve ever had the privilege of being a part of, I cover up the apology I definitely don’t need by grunting twice like I don’t even know what language is before black spots dance in front of my vision, my balls clench up and try to crawl into my body, my cock kicks, and I explode all over myself.
My dick is so hard that it’s pointing in an upward direction, and I get myself pretty good.
I come all over my abs, my chest, and my fucking chin.
As well as Carissa’s legs, the floor, and the counter in front of her.
This is the hottest, wildest, craziest, and most mortifying moment of my life.
Considering the life I’ve lived, that’s really saying something.
I hold out until she stops spasming around my fingers before I slowly retract them.
We’re both breathing like we’ve just given a three-hour-long concert.
Wouldn’t that be amazing? Carissa, right beside me up there, singing the songs she wrote?
I know it’ll never happen, but just thinking about it gives me shivers.
The image is immediately crushed by the friendships that somehow went bad.
Friendships that I have no idea how to repair.
The band that blames me exclusively for all the problems in their world. Probably the wider world too.
I can finally see why Carissa wouldn’t want to sing her own songs and why she wouldn’t want to sing them with me.