Page 106 of Wilde's End
If Wilde doesn’t come back with lube and at least three condoms, he’s going to be wildly unprepared.
I’ve just pressed a second finger inside my hole and started stretching myself open when he walks back outside. He’s carrying the lube, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s already wearing the condom, and his dick is glossy.
“Started without me?” I ask, pointing to it.
His gaze casts over the yard. “Come with me.”
He leads us over to an orange-and-beige striped hammock strung between two thick tree trunks.
“There’s no way this will work.”
He holds it open and tosses the bottle inside. “Get in and move to the other side.”
I’m still doubtful, but fuck it. I’ve done worse things to get laid.
Wilde holds it steady while I climb in, and a moment later, he follows. The hammock gives a concerning swing before it settles, and then … then I don’t hate this idea so much.
Wilde’s body presses in snug behind mine, the tension in the hammock forcing us together in a way that makes my gut swim. His nose brushes behind my ear, and he hooks a leg up to rest on my hip.
“You good?”
I quickly nod, even though I’m suddenly not sure I am good. Something about the way we’re wrapped together, his breath on my neck, warm skin pressed flush with mine, feels so different from all the other times. It’s not until Wilde’s fingers press to my hole, already covered with lube, that I realize I checked out for a second. Like I’m trying to separate from all the emotions swimming inside me.
I relax into his intrusion, loving the feel of his thick fingers entering me. It’s not hurried or rough, just a gentle stretch as he adds a third that I take easier than I normally would, thanks to starting the prep before him.
He doesn’t seem in any hurry, alternating between stroking my entrance and sinking his fingers in deep. He’s stretching them open, teasing that spot that sends tingles racing through to myballs, and then he does something that makes my heart fucking stop.
He presses his lips to my shoulder.
It’s so unexpectedly tender that I turn to look as he does it again. It brings us nose to nose, close enough that his exhale plays over my lips, tingling with the need to meet his. Wilde’s eyes dance between mine, frown pulled tight like he’s as caught off guard by this moment as I am.
I inch forward, expecting him to retreat, but after a terrifyingly long second, Wilde leans in. Our mouths meet and the contact sends zaps shooting through my gut.
His lips are soft, his beard scratchy, and he kisses like he’s testing me. Like he’s curious if he’ll want more. My curiosity disappeared the second his lips touched mine, because I definitely want more, and I show him how much.
My tongue swipes his lips, and they crack open, just enough for me to take the chance. I push forward, creating room to let out all these unwanted emotions, wanting to feed them into Wilde instead of me, but the moment our tongues connect, those emotions explode. This crater fills my chest, digs in deep, a knuckling, scrappy, happy pain that has me kissing him deeper like I’m mining for more.
Wilde’s fingers leave me empty, and then his cock is pressing against my hole. I’m ready for him, and the whole time he’s pushing inside, he’s peeling me open and leaving me exposed.
I don’t need this because I’m horny.
It’s a new, fresh type of need that horny comes second to, and when he snaps his hips forward and fills me to the brim, the hammock shudders beneath us, rocking us together and making everything feel so damn right.
My kiss deepens, a desperate frenzy to hold on to this connection we’ve never forged before. He fucks me slow and deep,careful not to move against the hammock, and the gentle spearing, the pressure on my prostate, it’s bringing my orgasm alive.
He’s a hot weight pressed flush to my back, coarse leg hair bristling against mine, arms a heavy anchor as he wraps them around me and holds me tight, like any small gap between us would be a disaster.
Wilde deepens the kiss, spearing in my ass, deep and lingering in an almost uncontrolled way. His whole body is coiled tight like he’s holding back, and his strength has me leaking.
I give in to the need to touch myself, lapping up every one of Wilde’s moans as I press back onto him and then thrust into my hand. We’re tangled together, and I’ve lost all details other than naked skin and a propelling high.
He’s consuming me, all my senses overwhelmed as he fucks me into a coma. I’m so used to fast and dirty quickies that this slow, sensual pounding is rearranging my brain chemistry. We kiss until my jaw aches and my neck twinges. We writhe together until I wouldn’t be surprised to see the sun kissing the horizon.
I have no idea how long we’re cocooned in this hammock, have no idea how long our bodies seek each other out, his cock dipping in and out, until I’m a frustrated, panting, sweating bundle of need.
My balls tighten, and the groan I feed him is unhinged.
“I’m close,” I rasp against his lips.
