Page 105 of Wilde's End
His tongue appears to swipe over his lips. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, Hudson.”
Then he fishes out that magnificent cock. We lock eyes, maybe six feet apart, silently stroking ourselves and wishing one of us would cross the distance. I could come like this. From him watching me and getting turned on by the sight of my body. I might not do a whole lot right, but I look after myself, and feeling in his stare how much he appreciates my efforts bubbles a flood of happiness to my brain.
“Come here,” slips out before I can stop it.
With barely a shift in his expression, I can already tell he’s going to deny me, so I get in first.
“Now.”
“Now?”
I nod, uncertain but determined. “I really need your cock in my mouth.”
Wilde’s harsh curse spikes me with victory, and he tugs his shirt aggressively over his head. He pushes onto his mouthwateringly strong legs, shoves his shorts down, and then he’s naked in the moonlight, muscle and hair and skin and scars, all on display for me.
Something new trickles through the lust.
Something raw and unexpected but equally as exciting.
Does anyone else who’s ever been with him know what they missed out on?
He approaches slowly, like an easily spooked animal, and once he’s close enough, I step back to give him room under the water. He grabs a bottle of soap from behind me and pours some out into his hand before passing it over. Then we wash ourselves, mouths saying nothing while his eyes tell me everything.
He wants to devour me.
I wait until he’s finished, until he runs his head under the spray, loose curls flattening under the water, and then those eyes pop back open and hook me.
“Youreyelashes,” he grits out as his hand cups my jaw. “I want to see them all wet like that while you look up at me from your knees with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.”
I shiver with need. “Is that an invitation?”
“Take it as a demand.”
I should be embarrassed by how much that turns me on, but instead, I play right into his fantasies. I lean under the shower, making sure the water hits my eyes, and then I sink down to my knees.
Wilde towers over me; that solid body built through decades of hard work makes me feel small and powerless like this, and I don’t think I’ve ever experienced that sensation before him.
I look up at Wilde through my eyelashes, watching his chestshudder under a sudden breath. Then, with the most innocent look I can manage, I lean forward and suck him into my mouth.
He’s already salty with precum, tip smooth against my tongue, but I don’t stop to enjoy it as I hold his gaze and slowly sink down onto every inch. I massage the ridge and his swollen vein with my tongue until his tip nudges at my throat, and I relax, letting him push forward into it.
Wilde’s fingers tangle in my hair as he pulls back and feeds me his cock, again and again, teasingly at first but then less controlled.
And as much as I’d love for him to blow in my mouth again, I need him to fuck me. Need it like I might fall apart if he doesn’t.
So I pull off before he can get too excited, then push to my feet.
“Not tonight,” I tell him. “Tonight, I want you in my ass.”
He switches off the water and grabs a towel. I watch as he dries off as fast as he can, then tosses it at me.
“I’ll be back in a second. Start prepping yourself.”
“With no lube?”
“You’ll figure it out.”
His long, heavy strides take him away from me, and I’ve already scrubbed as much water as possible off my body by the time he gets to the house. I spit onto my fingers, then reach around and press a finger into my hole. I’m experienced at bottoming, and sometimes spit is enough, but if it’s up to me, I’ll ride his cock for hours, and spit doesn’t last that long.
