17. Reed #2
Wilder’s words shouldn’t be lighting me up from the inside out, but there is just something about his primal and possessive tone that really gets me going. I have never experienced anything like it, and now I am wondering how I ever came without it in the past.
“Please fuck me,” I cry out, my entire body burning with need, as his hand comes back down to caress the marks he no doubt left on my ass.
When he doesn't respond, just keeps relentlessly teasing me, I beg some more.
“Please, Wilder, I need you to fuck me, I need you,” I gasp, pushing back against him, and he abruptly pulls his fingers from my ass.
My chest is heaving as I pant heavily, but Wilder drags me by the hips until I am stumbling to my feet, and then suddenly I am hoarding over Matteo.
He is sitting back with his legs spread and one hand stretched out along the back of the sofa, the other working his cock.
He only smirks knowingly, clearly more than used to Wilder’s debauchery, as the man in question positions me bent over his racing mate.
“Don’t move,” he commands, as I hear the sound of foil packets being ripped, before I feel liquid dripping down my crease, soaking me up until Wilder pressing against me.
He is still fully dressed, but his cock is hot and heavy against my hole, and that’s the only warning I get before he thrusts himself inside of me.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hands flying to my hips, digging into my skin almost violently to keep me in place, as he lets himself adjust. “I forgot how tight you are,” he adds, while I’m gritting my teeth, and if he doesn’t start moving right the fuck now, I am genuinely going to lose my mind.
“Wilder.”
One word, a lethal plea, but that’s all it takes to make him snap.
He pulls back until only his tip remains and then thrusts inside of me, repeating the motion again and again until he is fucking me wildly.
There is no slow build up, no tender caressing, just him and his thick cock ruining me in every way imaginable.
He pistons into me over and over, going deeper with every stroke, until he is rolling over my prostate on repeat.
Matteo watches us with intense focus, his cock hard and leaking, as he works his fist up and down his impressive length.
His shirt is open now, revealing his dark and chiseled chest, with a smattering of brown hair leading down to his happy trail and beyond.
No wonder he picks up so many men and women looking like that, but with Wilder pounding into me from behind, the only man I can think about is him.
“Oh God,” I cry, forcing him to drop down against me so fast, that my hands have to fly to the outside of Matteo’s thighs just to keep myself upright, as Wilder brings his mouth to my ear.
“Not God, baby, Wilder. Say my name when I am fucking you.” His words have me moaning again, loud and unashamed, pulling a curse from Matteo, and before I can even look up at him again, Wilder’s hand is back around my throat.
He grips it so tight that the diamond choker bites into my skin, but he doesn’t relent.
“I already told you those filthy sounds are only for me.” Before I can even protest, he is pulling me up and ripping the necklace from my neck, shoving it into my mouth to silence me.
I splutter around the diamonds, my pleasured sounds now completely muffled, but Wilder keeps fucking me with determined focus.
My own cock is now once again hard and leaking, spilling onto Matteo beneath us, but I can’t find it in me to care or be embarrassed.
I have never been this turned on in my life, and right now I wish I could stay here forever.
I’ve never been fucked like this, I’ve never wanted to be, but Wilder Miles does everything in his life hard and fast, and fucking me is no exception.
He’s brutal in the way he owns my body, claiming it as his own to do whatever he deems fit.
Is this what is like to be truly owned? To be fucked so throughly that you can’t help but let yourself be free?
I’ve never felt so intimate with another person before, and it should scare me, but the feeling of him inside of me is too damn addictive.
“You’re being so good for me, Blue,” he whispers into my ear, his tongue caressing the shell as he talks. “I want to mark every inch of this beautiful body until you learn that you belong to me.”
“Please,” I splutter, almost gagging around the necklace in my mouth, not even sure what I’m begging for, and I feel his smirk against my cheek.
He drags his lips down and sinks his teeth into the juncture of my throat.
I feel the moment he pierces the skin because he grunts in satisfaction, sucking and tugging on the skin of my neck until I know it will be a mess of marks.
Then his tongue laps against them with soft, wet strokes, as he brings his free hand around to grip my cock, fisting it tight.
“I’m so fucking hard right now,” Matteo groans, working his cock even harder, his eyes flicking between the two of us, and Wilder grunts once more.
“Spread your legs,” he demands, not even giving Matteo time to fully complete the action, before he is lifting me and stepping even closer to him.
Then I’m sitting atop Matteo’s thighs, knees on either side of his hips, as Wilder positions me until our cocks are aligned and he can grip the back of the sofa with one of his hands.
Matteo curses again, releasing his cock, as Wilder grips both our lengths in his free hand and starts to jerk us both.
Matteo’s cock is hot and wet against my own, and every thrust of Wilder’s hips is now paired with the flick of his wrist. I’m still gagging around the necklace, as Wilder tries to position himself better, when all of a sudden I feel Matteo palm both my ass cheeks and spread them wider.
“No joda,” Wilder spits at him, in what sounds like protest, before the action only sinks him even deeper inside of me, and he curses.
“Tomalo,” Matteo grunts, digging his fingers in harder and holding me perfectly against him, so Wilder can fuck me as hard and deep as he needs.
Wilder ignores him completely, as his head drops to the middle of my spine, watching himself sink inside of me. “I fit in here so perfectly, Blue, you should fucking see how good your little fuck hole swallows my cock.”
Fuck me, his mouth is going to be the cause of my death.
That or his cock.
I’m nodding rapidly, because there aren't enough words in any of the three languages I know to describe how good he feels.
“He feels so good, doesn’t he, mi pequeno artista,” Matteo purrs, palms flexing around the globes of my ass, as he thrusts up into Wilder’s fist.
“Yes,” I choke out, the necklace causing spit to drip down my chin, but neither of them seem to care.
“Don’t fucking talk to him,” Wilder warns, and I feel myself throb in his hand against Matteo, who only smirks, shaking his head.
“Estas enamorado?” he asks him, and Wilder squeezes us both in warning.
“Vete a la mierda.”
Whatever that means ends their interaction with Matteo chuckling, until Wilder brushes his thumb across both our crowns, making us moan in unison. Then his other hand comes up around my throat, collaring me against him as he unleashes himself on me completely.
Pleasure explodes around me, as the only sounds are the wet slap of our bodies, Matteo’s grunts of pleasure, and my subdued moans.
“Come for me, Blue,” Wilder demands, fucking me until his pace is almost painful, and yet still I want more. “I want to feel my fuck hole strangling me,” he adds, sinking his teeth into my shoulder now.
The feeling of his cock, his hand, his mouth, it’s all too much.
I lose myself to him completely, as euphoria rushes through and another orgasm blasts through my body.
I come harder than I did before, which I didn’t even know was possible, but ropes of it spray against his fingers and Matteo’s cock, as Wilder’s hand once again rings out every drop, as he continues to fuck me.
Matteo quickly follows me over the edge, and only once we are both completely spent does WIlder chase his own release.
He rips the necklace from my mouth with his cum-covered fingers, then repositions me, pressing my head back down into the leather at the side of Matteo, holding me in place while he ruts into me like an animal gone wild.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, rocking into me at lightening speed, until his entire body tenses above me and he spills inside of me. I’ve never fucked without a condom, but right now I wish there wasn’t a barrier between us, and that I could feel the heat of him filling me up.
When he is done, he collapses against me, the weight of him welcome as we all struggle to catch our breath. I feel both sore and sated, so much so, that when my eyes flick up to Matteo to find him equally as satisfied, I can’t help but smirk.
“That was so fucking hot,” he sighs, grabbing a napkin to clean himself up, and the sound of his voice has Wilder quietly grunting.
Almost reluctantly he pulls himself off me, and I miss his presence instantly, the thought staggering, as I finally let myself collapse fully onto the sofa away from them.
That wasn’t just hot sex, it was the best I’ve ever had, and once again it was thanks to Wilder Miles.
A man I can’t let myself want, and is the opposite of everything I need, but when my eyes meet his, he is watching me like I am already his.
That’s the last thing I remember before I pass out.