44. Reed
My knees buckle at his command, the lace shifting against my skin, as I move onto all fours and get myself into position.
There is no hesitation, no nerves, just blinding lust and anticipation, as his eyes trail over me possessively.
I feel sexy, beautiful, worthy even, and it’s all because of him.
It’s like I am drunk on the undying attention of Wilder Miles, and at this moment, I never want to be sober again.
Moving forward, I crawl slowly across the room, erasing the space between the bed and the sofa, until I am kneeling at his feet. He doesn’t move, just watches me closely, like he is waiting to see what I’ll do next, when the only thing I want to do is please him.
“What can I do for you, sir?” I ask slowly, the emerald of his eyes darkening to an almost black at my words, as he takes another slow sip of his drink.
Then he leans forward and nods his head for me to come closer, so I push up slightly and meet his waiting lips, expecting his kiss.
Instead, I feel the warm spill of whiskey against my tongue, the expensive kind that you savor, and it melts in my mouth with the taste of him.
Then he kisses me, sweeping his tongue around my mouth in long, deep glides, lapping up all the whiskey he spilled there and groaning at the new taste, before ripping himself away.
“Whiskey and you, my new favorite flavor,” he grunts, licking his lips as if he can’t get enough, before leaning back in his chair. “Now take out my cock.”
Not needing him to say anything else, I reach forward, gripping the waistband of his pants and tugging on them roughly.
Wilder lifts his hips to help me remove them, before I toss them aside without a care for where they end up.
He’s completely naked now, and quite literally the most stunning person I have ever seen in my life.
A wide, muscular chest, sloping down into a perfect slither of abs, and a deep delicious V.
His cock is long, thick, and beautiful, sitting almost fully hard, and my mouth waters at the sight.
I can’t quite believe he’s mine, well, at least for tonight he is.
I fist his base and feel him pulse in my hand, before giving him one smooth, long stroke, bringing him to full mast. “Oh God,” I groan at the sight, addicted to seeing him hot and heavy in my hand, and he tsks.
“What did I tell you about that name, pretty boy,” he warns, looking like a king overlooking his court, as he stares down at me, and I smirk.
“Sorry, I forgot the Devil doesn’t like to be confused for a deity,” I muse, leaning forward to give his crown a slow, teasing lick, and the grin he gives me is nothing short of wicked.
“Let’s see what you call me with a mouth full of cock,” he grunts back, gripping the back of my neck and shoving his dick between my lips.
I open my mouth instantly, letting him thrust against my tongue until his smooth shaft hits the back of my throat.
“Mmm, that’s it, my pretty boy is always so obedient for me,” he praises, watching as I stretch my lips around his length, and his words light me up inside.
My pretty boy.
Fuck. Does he realize the effect he has on me?
I bob my head, sucking him up and down while my eyes never leave his.
His fingers flex at the back of my skull, guiding me to suck him deeper as he thrusts up into my mouth.
I work him over with my hand and mouth, knowing him well enough by now to know exactly what he likes.
My own cock is hard and leaking between my legs, no doubt spilling on the hotel carpet floor, but I’m too far gone to care.
Spit and precum dribble down my chin, as his hands start to explore my shoulders and arms, trailing his fingers along the delicate lace, as if what he feels spurs him on.
His hips roll, shoving his cock deeper into my throat, his eyes holding mine hostage as he does it again and again.
All I can do is widen my jaw and suck him harder, relishing in the way his breath hitches at my pace.
“Fuck, Wild,” I splutter, choking a little before taking him deeper, and he groans deep and long.
Then his hands return to the back of my neck, his fingers cradling my throat and jaw so he can thrust up into my waiting mouth.
His hips start moving at a punishing pace, erasing the taste and feel of anyone else, until there is only him.
He’s not slow or gentle, yet I still feel precious in his vicious hold.
“Fuck, Blue,” he moans, shoving himself against my tongue, and I swallow around his length, making myself gag.
“Fucking love when you gag on me like that, baby.” I can’t stop myself from rocking my own hips, the friction of the floor not giving me anywhere near enough relief, and Wilder chuckles. “Such a needy little slut for me.”
“Fucking desperate for you,” I hiss out between sucks, lapping at his length and trailing my tongue along the vein underneath. “Need you everywhere.”
At my words, he stands abruptly, shoving himself deeper into my throat and fucking my mouth with ruthless snaps of his hips. Forcing breaths in through my nose, I keep sucking him, tears spilling down my cheeks, but they only make him groan even more.
He hits the back of my throat again and again, and I moan every time, filthy praises falling from his lips, until his body begins to tremble. “Fuck,” he hisses, before hot ropes of cum splash against my tongue and spill down my throat, until all I can taste is him.
I keep sucking him and his hips keep moving until I have sucked him dry, and fuck, if I don’t want to make him fall apart all over again.
I don’t even have time to catch my breath, before he pushes to his feet and slams his lips to mine.
He kisses me forcefully, licking the remnants of himself from my tongue before pulling back.
“My turn,” he whispers against my mouth, kissing me again, before pulling back and dragging me toward the bed.
I watch as he lies down, guiding me on top of him, and I move to straddle his hips before he stops me.
“Ah ah, Blue, come and ride my face.” He grips my hips, guiding them toward his face, and my eyes widen in disbelief.
Holy shit.
I have never done this with anyone, but Wilder isn’t anyone, and he doesn’t pause until my legs are positioned on either side of his head.
My knees sink into the mattress, my cock now right above his face, as his hands begin to slide up and down my lace-clad thighs.
I’ve seen him turned on before, but never like this.
Never looking so on edge and desperate that he might die if he doesn’t have me.
“Hold onto the headboard, pretty boy, this is going to be a ride you’ll never forget,” he grumbles against my skin, and that’s the only warning I get before he drags his tongue along the underside of my cock from root to tip, drenching it in his spit.
I’m already leaking all over the place, but he still drops down even further, soaking my balls and my taint, lapping his tongue on every bit of skin he can reach.
And fuck, I am going to hell with him, because his mouth is the best thing I have ever fucking felt.
He licks and sucks and bites, leaving his mark every place his mouth hits, ruining me forever.
“Fuck, Wild,” I whimper, my thighs trembling as I try to hold some of my weight off of him, but of course he doesn’t like that.
God forbid Wilder Miles not be in control.
His hands slide down my thighs, gripping my ass possessively, and massaging my cheeks with rough squeezes.
His palms are settled entirely on lace, but his fingertips are searing into my bare skin, as he yanks me down harder until the full weight of me is on his face.
Only then does he groan in satisfaction against me, the sound hot and desperate, his breath burning into my skin, as his tongue laps at me furiously.
I can feel every sweep of it like a lightning bolt, as he teases my tight ring with circling motions, before pushing it fully inside of me.
If it weren’t for his vice-like grip on me, I’d almost fall off him at the feel of his tongue there.
It feels so foreign and full, yet I never want him to stop.
It feels like I have died, and the only thing holding me on earth is the pleasure of his tongue inside me.
Wilder fucks me with his mouth, pistoning it in and out of my hole until I feel like I might fall apart, and all I can do is take it.
His hands remain gripped on my cheeks, pulling them apart harshly so he can get his tongue deeper every time.
I grind against him, desperately needing more, and he moans deep and long, thrusting inside of me even harder.
“Yes, yes, fuck yes, right there,” I cry, a mumble of pleasure spilling from my throat, as I rock myself against his sinful tongue.
Nothing in my life has ever felt this good, and I’m starting to think I never knew what pleasure was before I was introduced to him.
He is the one who knows what I want, what I need, and he is the only one who can give it to me.
I know it, he knows it, and fuck I’m sure the rooms on either side of us right now know it too.
“Say you hate me.” His words are said between the spears of his tongue, my jagged moans almost drowning him out completely. “Go on, Blue, say it, I dare you.” This time when he puts his tongue back inside me, he swirls it around, not leaving an inch of my hole untouched.
“Fuck,” I groan, goosebumps erupting over my skin everywhere. “Fuck, I hate you, I hate you so fucking much,” I choke out, and I swear I feel him smile against me at the lie.
I don’t hate him, not even fucking close. In fact, I’m starting to think it’s the complete fucking opposite, which is a whole other problem. One I can’t even entertain when his tongue is sweeping inside of me with long, deep licks.