Page 53 of Worlds Collide

I’m breathing normally and calm when Wolf comes out,although my dick is still hard and so is his, swinging with every step. I can’t tear my eyes away from it. It’s so thick and red. Probably as hard as my own.

My mouth waters with the need to taste the drop I see on the tip. Is it precome or just water from the shower? Fuck, I want to find out.

“You get to choose this time, little rich boy,” he says in a dark voice and grabs my calves softly. Then he trails his hands up to the backs of my knees and back down almost to my ankles. For some reason that’s what has my breaths speeding up again.

“Choose?” I ask distractedly.

“You can ride me, or you can get on your hands and knees and take what I want to give you, however I want to give it to you.”

My head swims with his words and it takes me a solid ten seconds to focus and even start thinking about the two options.

Wolf smirks down at me and lets go—which actually helps clear my head of all the fog he put there. He goes over to the nightstand, grabs the condom I hadn’t realized was there, and puts it on.

He’s done just in time for me to make a choice. I shift my feet under me and kneel up on the bed, reach for his cheeks, and kiss him softly. “I want you just how you are, Wolf.” I whisper the words against his lips and lean my forehead on his. “Give me whatever you need.”

Then I shift back and turn around, get on my hands and knees and literally present him with my ass. His eyes don’t stray away from my face while I get into position, and not even when I’m ready and looking back at him.

But after a moment he must find what he was looking for, because he looks down at my ass and bites down hard on his bottom lip.

“Such a pretty ass,” he mumbles almost to himself as he palmsboth my cheeks. Then he’s climbing up and kneeling behind me, holding me open with one hand and lining up his covered cock with the other one.

I can’t look away from him, from how every muscle in his body is straining and his jaw is bunching. I wish I could see what he’s seeing, the way he slides into me, and I’m about to ask if he can take a picture when he rams into me.

Then I’m back to not being able to think at all.

He sets a brutal pace and doesn’t stop. At all. His hands grip my hips or occasionally move up to explore my back. I arch for him even more every time he hits my prostate, and I want to reach down and get myself there but I fear I won’t be able to keep myself up with only one hand.

I feel like I’m about to cry with the desperation to come, when he grabs my shoulder and pulls me up so his chest is flush with my back. He reaches around me to take my cock, and strokes me with the same ferocity I saw out on the court yesterday, and the same ferocity with which he’s thrusting into me.

He bites down hard on my shoulder and that does me in. I spill all over his hand with my arms uselessly hanging at my sides, and just a few seconds later he groans deep and long and comes too.

We stay like that for long minutes, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms. Wolf must be resting on his haunches because I’m fully sitting in his lap. He’s still inside me, and I really wish we could stay like this for a lot longer, but eventually his grip loosens from my spent cock and he gently pushes me forward. He slips out of me and the loss is both a blessing and a curse.

I lie down on my side and see him get a tissue to wipe his hand, and then he walks back to the bathroom. The condom is gone when he comes back, but he makes me smile like a lovesick schoolboy when he uses a small towel to wipe my ass of any remnants of lube.

“Come here,” I ask in a whisper and offer him my hand. He looks down at it for so long that I start to fear he’s going to refuse and ask me to leave, but he takes my hand. He kisses the back and then lies down next to me with his head resting on my other extended arm.

I let out a big sigh when he circles my waist. I feel more content than I ever have.

Maybe this is the answer. Maybe it’s all going to be okay once the media storm dies down.

“It’s weird,” I whisper while looking into his stormy gray eyes.

“What is?” he asks, and lifts a hand to swipe away a strand of hair from my forehead.

“I’m actually glad I got suspended from my residency.”

Who would’ve thought saying something so innocuous would bring the storm right back?

“Suspended!?” he shouts, with fury in his eyes.

Oh, lord.

SIXTEEN

WOLF

I ignoreCJ’s questions as I pull up the first sweatpants I find, and then a T-shirt.

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