His hands roam over the entire expanse of my back, down to my ass. “Not yet.” He grips my hips and tugs them back and applies pressure to my lower back.
My hands squeak against the wet tile as they slide down until I’m bent over with my ass sticking out. He uses his foot to nudge my legs into opening to a wider stance. My heart thunders in my chest, and I blink as a thud sounds on the floor of the shower.Oh, fuck.He’s on his knees behind me, and the next thing I know, strong hands spread my ass cheeks, and his warm tongue flicks over the puckered skin. The moan that leaves him finishes the job of spinning me directly off my axis. My dick jerks with every lick and hot kiss as my head swims with lust.
I like to think of myself as being able to handle most things without losing my goddamn mind, but Wilder licking my back door has me whimpering. “Fuuuck,” I breathe out, my fingers trying to grip the wall as I think I might be in danger of collapsing because of the ardent, insistent way he’s manipulating me into a boneless mass with every pass of his tongue.
His hands grip my ass cheeks, then his mouth is on one of them, sinking his teeth into the flesh. He growls, and I gasp. “Fuck,” I bite out.
“You like that, huh?” He swats my ass as he stands up. “Don’t move.”
I heave out a breath. “I had no fucking clue.” I’m too overcome to pay much attention to what he’s doing behind me, but hearing a flip of a cap, I realize he’s grabbed the soap again. The feel of the cool gel sliding toward my asshole is followed by the tip of his finger again, circling over and over, driving me out of mind, until I’m panting, ready to beg for more. “Wilder, stop fucking around.”
“I like to fuckin’ tease you.”
Fuck.“I—” And I can’t get another word out, as his finger breaches the tight ring of muscle, entering me again. I stutter, “F-f-fuuuck,” the word elongated as the pleasure he’s making me feel curls around inside my head before it spreads like molten lava throughout my body.
“You’re so fucking sexy, all hard body and muscles… and the way you respond to me—I won’t ever get enough.” He’s bent over me, his head near mine as he whispers, his voice all grit and gravel. “I’m going to give you another finger. Try to relax.”
But we find I really don’t need to as he easily inserts another, then slowly works them in and out of me, leaving me panting and gasping and mindlessly pushing back, chasing the rush of pleasure he’s able to deliver. Every brush over that ultra-sensitive spot inside me brings an intensely unique sensation, and now I see why I had him fucking squirming earlier. He licks over the skin at my neck before he murmurs in my ear, “Get ready for the ride of your fuckin’ life.” He nips at my earlobe before scissoring his fingers, working them in and out until I’m writhing before him, shoving my ass back, and generally cursing him for drawing this out.
More soap. The bottle hits the floor, and he gives a soft grunt. I angle my head around so I can see him.Yes. Fuck yes.The feral look in his eyes is everything I want right now. He’s fucking me with his fingers at the same time he’s got his own dick in a chokehold, stroking it in harsh, firm strokes. My heart thuds so hard in my chest, I don’t know how much more I can take. My head swings back, dropping down to stare at the floor of the shower.
This is it. Oh fucking hell. I want this. Fuck. Wilder’s fingers withdraw, and he replaces them with his cock. He exhales hard, holding onto me with one hand while he guides the head of his dick into my ass. Holy fuck. “Fuuuck. Wilder,” I gasp. The jewelry at the head of his cock creates a much different sensation than his fingers had. It’s so fucking good, I’m in danger of crying or saying some stupid shit or something, I don’t know. I’m at a loss for how to handle this, nerve endings firing and sending me into overdrive. There’s nothing for me to do but try to remain upright, which proves difficult as my body shakes and trembles. My legs feel like they’re made of goddamn Jell-O.
And then he pushes into me, and if I thought I felt good before, that was nothing. “Oh, Jesus. Wilder.” He’s so fucking big, and the way he’s filling me up is better than I ever could have imagined. I gasp as he eases back then thrusts into me as far as he can go. “Wilder. Wilder. Wilder.”Fuuuck.I’m chanting his name, and it’s like a vow, like a motherfucking oath. Unable to control myself, I meet every stroke, frantic. I don’t know howto react to what he’s doing to me or what he’ll think about my response to getting railed by him, and at the moment, I don’t give a flying fuck. It’s like I’m peeling out of my skin and becoming someone new and different.
“Fuck you’re hot, baby.” He grabs my shoulder with one hand and reaches around for my bouncing cock with the other, all while I digest the fact that he just fucking called mebaby. And goddamn, I want to be his baby.
Our bodies crash together, wet slaps of skin on skin, the sounds filling the steamy shower stall. My cries and pants combine with Wilder’s muttered curses and rapid breathing. It all adds fuel to what’s happening between us.
The orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and my cum spurts violently from me, painting the wall in front of us. Wilder’s choked gasp behind me has me craning back to see him, and the look of ecstasy on his face has my dick erupting with a final burst of cum.
“Your ass, I could feel every pulse of your orgasm. It’s gonna make me—” He groans, and his hips snap twice, his balls slapping at my ass cheeks before he thrusts hard, going rigid as he clutches my body to his.Oh, fuck.I feel him coming in my ass, throbbing and filling me like no one ever has before.
We don’t move for several minutes, and I find I don’t mind standing here, impaled on his cock, connected to him like this. After he came, he’d wrapped his arms around my torso, resting his cheek against my back. I feel his heart thudding away, and, fuck, I hope this helped him. But I also selfishly hope it’s really something he wanted to happen, too. I think we’re okay, but time will tell.
His cock softens and slowly slips from me. He bends to grab the bottle of discarded soap off the floor and holds it out, gesturing that he’ll squirt some into my hand. It’s gotta be edging toward four in the morning as we clean up, only it’sdifferent than before—it’s about caring for each other, even if it does feel good to have his big hands sweeping soap bubbles over my body. His fingers dip between my ass cheeks as he stares into my eyes. “You okay?”
My voice is rough as I answer in the most honest way I can. “I’m never going to be the same again. You?” The smile he gifts me lets me know he’s fine physically, but it doesn’t tell me what’s going on behind those dark, soulful eyes.
“I’m good. Really good.”
We towel off, then Wilder grabs up the new toothbrush he’d bought and loads it with toothpaste.
My brow goes up, and I grab mine, too. Side by side, we brush our teeth, spit, and rinse, and I silently wonder if I’m going to think about how I spit on Wilder’s asshole and what it’d been like to be with him like that every damn time I brush my teeth. The blood in my veins heats, rushing through my body to make my face turn red. In an effort to hide it, I grab him and kiss him with his newly minty-fresh breath, keeping it relaxing and calm, considering he should get some sleep. He’s gotta fight tonight.
“Will you answer me one thing?”
Wilder draws in a breath, like he’s been waiting for this, knew he couldn’t run from it… or me. “Yeah. If I can.”
That clarification on the end of his agreement really doesn’t help matters, but I go for it, anyway. “The night Freya and Zane died. No one mentioned how you fucking freaked out. And now, just… I have an idea that there was more to it than what you’ve told us.”
With a rough swallow, Wilder murmurs, “My dad.”
A line forms in the space between my brows. “You were there when he died, right? Is that it?”
He stares steadily into my eyes, an anguish there that rips my heart out. “It’s eating at me, Royal. I don’t know what to do.”
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