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“Maybe I will one day.” His nose almost brushes mine. “I’ll be sure to let you know how I go.”
I manage a husky laugh. “Try not to think of me when you do. The poor other guy will never live up to this.”
“This?” The word sounds amused. “Me fully dressed while I finger you up against a door? I don’t think I’ve done this since high school.”
“You’re the one too scared to stick your dick in me.”
“You really think a lot of yourself.”
“Well, I’m ready. You know I’m ready. What other reason would you have for still playing with my ass?”
“Maybe the fact you haven’t stopped riding my hand since I started.”
God fucking damn him. He has a point, but can he blame me? This tiny cubicle has me feverish, and with next to no room between our bodies, I’m close to begging him for more. The fingers aren’t enough, and every time I tilt my hips forward, the material from his shirt brushes over the tip of my cock, leaving it too needy for me to see straight. I’d be jerking off by now if I didn’t need my good hand to keep balance.
“You know what?” Wilde says. “I think it’s going to be the other way around. You’re the one who won’t be able to forget me.”
I open my mouth, but he cuts me off before I can talk.
“And don’t give me that bored bullshit. You’re fucking my fingers like you’ve been sex starved for years.”
“Only weeks. Weeks is enough.”
He strokes in again before slowly withdrawing all the way and leaving me empty.
I grunt. “Now will you fuck me?”
Wilde lets go of the door and steps back, then pulls a condom from his pocket. “Since you made me prep you, it’s your turn to work for it. Pull me out, put that on, then lube up my dick.”
“I have broken fingers, you jerk.”
“Only three. The other seven have no issues.”
I’m torn between arguing the point and wanting to be fucked,but I already know which one will win. I carefully lower my leg back to the ground and test putting weight on it before I snatch the condom he’s holding out to me. If I could get my dick out, his shouldn’t be a problem, and it’s lucky that my thumb and forefinger were the two that escaped injury.
Wilde’s jeans are older than mine, which means the buttons along the front loosen easier than the one on my pants. I get them undone, shove his jeans down to his thighs, and then work on getting his briefs to follow. His dick springs forward, heavy and eager enough to make mine throb. It’s big—not huge—but big enough that I’ll feel him for a day or two after this.
There’s nothing I want more. The hunger I have for him has unseated anything rational that might have been lurking in my mind, and no part of me wants to back out of this now. I tear the condom wrapper open with my teeth and pull it out. I’m ready to feel him, to wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him until he forgets he hates me, but I’m not going to give in to that urge. Instead, I roll the condom down his shaft, lingering for that bit longer than I should.
He hands over the lube next. I squeeze the packet out into my hand, then finally get the chance I’ve been waiting for and take him in my palm. Fuck, I hate how sexy his cock is, and my only hope now for him being a terrible fuck is that he has no idea how to get a man off with this thing.
Because if he’s as good at using his dick as I think he might be, I’m in a world of trouble.
Forget Sutton. I think I’ve found a new bad habit.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
WILDE
Hudson’s hand is enough to make me want to blow. Even through the condom, I can feel the warmth of his palm, the confident, almost cocky, way he strokes me like he’s somehow got the right to touch me the way he is.
I hate that it’s a turn-on, even more so when he gives up the pretense of rubbing in the lube and takes a firm grip around my shaft. His eyes flick up my way, those long eyelashes carving out shadows in the dark, and I can’t stand it anymore.
I grab his hips and turn him, then press him against the door. My cock rests in the delicious groove between his cheeks as my mouth finds his ear. “We’re doing it my way.”
“Aww, what’s wrong?” he taunts. “Don’t want to look into my eyes as you fuck me?”
