57. Reed
My heart beats wildly in my chest as I look at him, at this man, at this beautiful, perfect man.
Who, despite me pushing him away, has only dug himself deeper into my life.
I came home an hour ago, no longer able to sleep in the safe house and just needing my own space, but this is the last thing I expected.
File after file of complete and utter organization, for things I hadn’t even thought of yet, problems that hadn’t even crossed my mind.
Yet Wilder didn’t just anticipate them, he went ahead and solved them, so I didn’t have to.
Swallowing thickly, letting his touch ground me, I take a deep breath. “Will you come somewhere with me?” I ask, and his eyes crinkle a little in confusion, before he nods.
“Lead the way, baby.”
The room is completely dark when we step inside, and Wilder hesitates, no doubt completely confused.
“I’ve never been here,” he muses, eyes widening in surprise, as I flick on the dim red safety light.
The tiny darkroom glows crimson, illuminating rows of trays and chemicals, and clips hanging from wires.
It’s a place I’ve never shown anyone, not even Eloise, and though I want him here, nerves still flood my system.
Wilder steps inside, finally letting the door close behind him, before turning slowly to take in the space.
“You still develop film?” he questions with a smile, and I nod.
“Yeah, sometimes.”
I walk toward a cabinet in the corner, my hands suddenly shaking as I slide open the lowest drawer.
Inside are dozens of carefully labelled archival boxes, ones I threw myself into sorting right after I came home from Vegas.
It was the only thing I could do to keep myself from falling apart.
I dig until I find what I am looking for, and then pull out the one marked with his name.
I drop it on the counter between us and his eyebrows lift. “You named a box after me?” he asks, sounding completely surprised, but I don’t respond.
Instead, I slowly start taking out the pictures and hanging them up one by one.
There are shots of him on the track and training and stuff, but it’s the others that are my favorite.
There is one of him asleep on the plane, with his head tipped back and sunlight fanning across his face.
Another of him standing on one of the hotel balconies after we spent the night together, just sipping coffee.
There is even one of him laughing at something Matteo said, showcasing his true smile that he rarely gives to anyone.
Every photograph is different, and I couldn’t pick a favorite, and I don’t have to.
None of them were taken for sponsors or social media, they’re just for me, to remember him, and now here he stands sharing them with me.
He doesn't speak at first, just takes in every picture meticulously, almost reverently, and I find myself suddenly feeling nervous.
“I knew you were obsessed with me, Blue.”
My heart pounds so loudly I'm sure he can hear it, but still he waits, and I don’t think, I just say it. “I love you, Wild. I know everything is a mess and the timing is awful, and I know I hurt you, but fuck, I love you so much and I don't want to spend another day pretending I don’t.”
Wilder smirks, slowly walking around the table that separates us, until he can tug my body against his.
“We were both pretty terrible at pretending anyway,” he muses, before slamming his lips to mine and erasing all of the distance I put between us.
He kisses me like he needs me to breathe, before pulling back and grunting, “Now turn around and put your hands on the table.” I do as he says, spinning on the spot immediately, already reaching to undo my pants, but he spanks me roughly. “I said hands on the table, Blue.”
The sting vibrates through the fabric of my pants, but I obey him, flattening my hands, as his own reach around to rip down my pants.
My cock is already hard and throbbing just from the anticipation, and when I hear the tear of a foil packet, I almost scream in protest, that is until I feel cool liquid spill down my crack.
I don’t even wait for him to make another move, I reach behind me and start spreading the lube all over my hole, pushing a finger into my ass and making him groan.
“Mm, you making your tight hole nice and wet for me, baby?” he asks in a low and needy voice, his hands caressing my cheeks as he watches me work.
“Better add another finger, because I’m not going to be gentle.
” He angles my hand so when I press the second finger inside I slide over my prostate, pulling a curse from the back of his throat.
Letting his reaction spur me on, I add a third, fucking myself roughly, not caring that my cock is leaking all over the table in front of me.
“That’s it, baby, show me exactly how you want to be fucked. ”
My need for him is maddening, nothing from the last two weeks even crossing my mind, as I finger myself within an inch of my life, all in the aid of pleasing him.
I show him exactly how hard and deep I want to be fucked, my entire body trembling with need, all the while his hands roughly massage my cheeks.
Then he spits on my fingers, letting his saliva drip down until it’s spilling onto my hole. “Can’t wait to see my cum leaking out of you, Blue,” he tells me, and I look over my shoulder to find his eyes completely fixated on where I am fucking myself.
“Fuck me, Wild, please,” I beg, pulling his stare to mine. “I need you.”
Wilder holds my stare, as he slowly reaches up and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular chest, his tattoo flexing as he moves.
Then he reaches down and undoes his pants, shoving them down to release his monster cock.
He looks as painfully hard as I am, and my mouth waters at the sight.
Then he leans over me and kisses me roughly, spearing his tongue into my mouth, as he grinds against the hand that is fucking me.
“So fucking pretty, Blue, can’t wait to have you all dressed up for me, spread out like this and fucking yourself for my entertainment,” he hisses, lapping my tongue against the cut that is starting to heal on my lip.
“Want to spend all night watching you fuck this pretty hole while you beg me to fuck it.” He thrusts against me rapidly, forcing my hand to move faster and faster.
“Fuck, Wilder, please, fuck me, fuck me,” I cry desperately, and he chuckles against my lips.
“Fucking love this pretty mouth.”
Wilder kisses me once more, before pulling back and ripping my hand from my ass, lining his cock up. I prepare myself for his onslaught, but instead of thrusting inside me, he pushes in at a torturously slow pace.
“Don’t tease me,” I plead, and I don’t have to look at him to know he is smirking.
“Oh, you’re going to have to beg better than that, baby, I haven’t been inside you for two weeks.” I try to shove myself back, but his hands fly to my hips, keeping me securely in place. “Ah, ah, I want my fuck hole to beg.”
“Please,” I choke, feeling beyond desperate.
“Please fuck me, I need you, I love you.” Wilder still doesn’t move, so I start to rotate my hips slowly in his hold, fucking myself on the top of his cock and pulling a hiss from the back of his throat.
“Come on, Wild, I know you want to fuck me, to punish me, I’m all yours, so please fucking take me. ”
I feel his cock throb inside me, his breath stuttering, as he bottoms out inside me. “Fuck, Reed,” he hisses, dropping his head to the middle of my spine, as I push back against him.
“You fucking ruined me that night on the balcony,” I tell him truthfully. “You stretched me out so fucking perfectly, and now I’m addicted to you and your cock.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks, releasing his hold a little as I still try to move my hips, then watch as I fuck myself back on him like I did with my hand. “Fuck yes, Blue, fuck my cock.” I rock my hips back and forth, groaning every time I force him to bottom out inside me.
Each time he thrusts himself a little harder, fighting himself to take control, and every time has him swiping over my prostate, precum spilling onto the table.
I can’t stop myself from leaning up and jerking myself ruthlessly, my movements turning jerky.
Wilder must sense the distraction, because he doesn’t miss a beat in taking over, dragging me backward until he can collapse in a chair, forcing me to ride him.
My groan mixes with his as he slides even deeper inside of me, and I drop my head back on his shoulder, as one of his hands closes around my throat. “That’s it, ride me, baby, you look so fucking pretty like this,” he praises, stroking his thumb along my jaw. “I could stay inside you forever.”
I slam myself down on his every thrust, riding him in an unhurried rhythm that has him groaning deeply. “I missed feeling you inside me,” I tell him, as he jerks his hips up to meet me, both of us chasing the same delicious high, as my hand continues to jerk my cock.
“Based on all these pictures, I think you missed everything about me,” he grunts back, smirking against my throat, as he drags his teeth along my jugular. “In fact, I’d say you’re down pretty fucking bad for me.”
His cock inside me, his hand around my throat, his lips against my neck, all of it gives me a high like no other.
I can’t get him deep enough or bounce on him hard enough, his slick body moving against mine is like nothing I have ever felt.
And fuck, the way he is looking at me? His touch might be rough, but there is nothing but softness in his stare, as he watches me fall over the edge on top of him.
“I love you, Wilder,” I tell him again, and the hand around my throat drags my mouth back to his.
We kiss and fuck, and lose ourselves in one another, until we both fall apart, my release rushing through me more powerful than ever. Cum explodes from my cock, coating my abs and thighs, as Wilder fucks me through it completely.