Wilder
The alcohol and weed are doing nothing to numb the anger curling inside of me and yeah I know, I said I would quit.
PRI would drop my ass if they could see me now, and I’m pretty sure my dad would have a heart attack, but they don't know my brother is dead, so sue me. It’s hard enough trying to compete for my spot in the league, let alone doing it while being asked about my dead brother.
So my day has been a fucking shit show from start to finish.
Hell, who am I kidding, my whole year so far has been a nightmare.
I ranked near the top of the qualifiers where I needed to be today, but my father was still pissed at me for some reason.
So much so that when Knox and Beckett invited me out tonight, I didn’t hesitate to say yes.
I remember when I didn’t need alcohol and drugs to numb the pain inside of me, especially on a race day, but I needed something to take the edge off.
Now with the drink and drugs not working, I’m thinking maybe I need another kind of vice.
The kind with blue eyes you can drown in, and a body built for being fucked.
“Friends call me Reed,” he replies cooly, and I can’t help but let another ghost of a smirk flash across my mouth.
“Friends, huh?” I inhale deeply on the joint sitting deftly between my fingers, once again letting my stare trail over him, because I certainly have no interest in being his fucking friend.
He’s not my usual type, far from it in fact, but there is just something about him that intrigues me.
I’m not sure if it’s my favorite shade of blue that is staining his hair, or the slither of his firm six pack I can see thanks to the crop top he is wearing.
Either way he looks good enough to eat, and all of a sudden I’m starving.
He’s tall and muscular and so fucking pretty, that all I can think about is ripping off his outfit and getting my fill of him.
When I don’t say anything in response, he tilts his head slightly, following the movement of my lips as I take one final drag of the joint, before stubbing it out.
Still I don’t say anything, enjoying the way I can see him trying to work me out, before he finally gives in and breaks the building tension.
“Isn’t it common courtesy to tell me your name now?” he states blandly, but still I can hear his subtle, refined tone. He’s a pretty posh boy if I’ve ever seen one.
I discard the joint and slip off the balcony, watching as his hands flex around the thick stone edge in anticipation, and this time I let a full smile cross my lips.
“Really, Blue? You’re gonna pretend you don’t know it after staring at me all night?
” His eyes heat at the use of that nickname for a second time, and fuck I know he’s going to be so pliant and good beneath me.
Still, he smirks as I approach, not backing down from the challenge, and that only entices me more. “Everyone knows your name around here, so you have an unfair advantage,” he tosses back, ignoring my comment about him watching me.
A fact I only know because I was watching him in return.
I half wonder where his little dance partner is, the one he was using to distract himself, when we both know that’s not who he wanted.
That’s not the kind of guy who turns him on and gets his blood pumping.
No, it’s this, the hunt, the chase, the feeling of being stalked by someone he knows will make him feel good.
Which is good because I’m already feeling high off the way his body is already submitting to me.
Reaching him, I place both my hands on either side of his on the edge, leaning down until our faces are aligned. “I have an unfair advantage in most things,” I purr, letting his expensive cedarwood scent surround me.
“Is that right?” he asks calmly, but I can see the rapid thrum of the vein in his neck, and it makes me burn with need.
It’s like the excitement I get before I climb behind the wheel, anticipation and adrenaline going to war inside of me.
The perfect feeling I get before I know I’m going to have a great ride.
“Tell me, what kind of things do you think you have an advantage in? Aside from racing of course.”
I’m not surprised he knows who I am, as arrogant as that may sound, but I am surprised by the direction he’s trying to take this conversation.
“Does this pretty mouth do anything but ask questions?” I taunt, reaching up and letting my thumb brush against his lips, making him shiver, delighting in the fact he doesn’t pull away.
“Not as much as I’d like,” he tosses back, and it’s the most truthful thing he’s said since he came out here. “And only when asked nicely,” he adds, licking his lips, his tongue flicking against my thumb, and I bite back a groan at the back of my throat, as I smile.
Ask nicely? In his fucking dreams.
“Get on your knees, pretty boy,” I command, shoving on his shoulder roughly, relishing in the way he obeys me instantly, even with the defiant gleam in his stare.
I like it when my toys are good.
I like it even better when they are bad.
Reed holds my stare, as he reaches out and undoes my jeans, not hesitating in gripping my cock in his fist and jerking it roughly.
His blue painted fingernails catch my eye as they stroke firmly up and down my cock, before he leans forward and licks the underside of my dick from root to tip.
Flattening his tongue, he glides it along the full length of me until I am soaked in his spit, before sucking on my tip and lapping at the precum there.
At the slight taste of me he groans, doing it again slower, savoring it, until I am ready to snap.
“Come on, Blue, don’t be a tease,” I grit, and he smirks as he continues to jack me up and down, the color of his nails mesmerizing, before lashing his tongue against my slit.
Reaching out, I grip his hair roughly, pulling on the blue strands and glaring at him.
“Suck it, don’t play with it.” I guide his mouth fully onto my length, until I can shove myself sharply against his tongue, making him splutter a little.
“Breathe through it,” I tell him, and he widens his jaw so he can accept me to the back of his throat with an almost gag.
“That’s it,” I praise, pulling out before pushing back in, his mouth accepting me much easier this time, as his hands come up to rest on my muscular thighs.
I set a slow pace at first, letting him get used to the thick length of me, before I start moving a little faster, watching in delight as his eyes begin to water.
His mouth feels fucking heavenly, sucking me with the perfect amount of suction, allowing me the right amount of control I need to enjoy myself.
Forgotten is the stress of my day and the need to drink and party, and in its place is only the need to come.
Leaning forward I press my free hand back to the balcony edge, holding myself up as I begin to thrust into his mouth until he is spluttering around my length.
“That’s it, Blue, choke on me,” I hiss, pulling an eager moan from the back of his throat, as his head bobs back and forth on my cock with ease, and one of his hands comes up to jack my base.
I mildly wonder how rough a pretty posh boy like him can handle it, how much he can take, and the challenge lights me up inside.
How far can he really go? Reluctantly, I pull him off my length, dragging him back to his feet and spinning him around until he is sandwiched between the balcony and me, with his back to my front.
Reaching around, I rip open his jeans and fist his hard and aching cock, stroking him roughly as I bring my mouth to his ear.
“Tell me, pretty boy, have you even been bent over a balcony and fucked?” I ask, jerking him hard and fast, pulling slutty little moans from his lips, as he tries to listen to me.
“No,” he stammers, and I wonder if he’s ever been handled this roughly before, the thought of me being the first sends a possessive thrill through me.
Shoving down his jeans, I push him forward slightly and pull his cheeks apart, spitting directly on his hole and using my free hand to rub it against him.
When I push a finger inside of him, he hisses in pain a little, confirming my suspicions that he’s never had it as hard as I like it, which means I need to prep him.
His hands snap out to the balcony, holding himself up, his fingers curling around the edge, as I add another and pump in and out of his ass.
Pistoning my fingers, I spit again, spreading more in and out of his hole, as I stretch it out for me.
I fuck him slowly at first, letting him get used to the girth of my fingers, before I push them harder and deeper, not stopping until I find that sweet spot inside of him.
Massaging it in time with the jerks of my hand, I take him right to the edge of his pleasure, savoring his soft grunts and moans, before pulling back, leaving him desperate and needy.
Glancing down I watch his ass swallow my fingers, my other hand still jerking his cock, but then my attention snags on the smooth skin of his cheeks.
Unable to stop myself, I rip my fingers from his ass and bring my hand down, spanking him roughly and making him cry out in surprise.
Fuck he sounds pretty like that, and I can’t stop myself from doing it again, and again, turning his ass the most delicious shade of red.
But that’s not what has my heart hammering inside my chest, no, it’s the fact that with every spank of my hand, his cock leaks even more into my fist, and he lets out the most delicious sounding moans.
“Fuck, please,” he begs, and the sound of him pleading my name is almost as sweet as his cries of pain.