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I move quickly, but I don’t immediately do what he says. Instead, I kneel on the bed, the same way he is. Our cocks bob between us, touching with every exhaled breath. He grabs me by the back of the neck and seals our mouths together, and our tongues do battle. Both of us panting, he wrenches away from my kiss-swollen lips only to reach between us and take my dick in his hand. He grunts, wiping the pre-cum from my skin and spreading it over the head of his cock. “You heard me. All fours. Ass in the air, Emory.” He juts his chin, and tonight, I don’t care. I will follow whatever command he gives me. It’s what I need. I wait with bated breath as he positions himself behind me.“Fuck. Look at this ass. All that training.” He grips my cheeks, separating them.
I know he’s looking at me. At where he’s about to put his dick. I drop to my elbows, arching my back, and giving him a better fucking view. “Let’s go, Kaplan. Stop fucking around.”
A second later something wet hits the top of my crack and rolls. Then more. More spit. “Fuuuck.” Something about it makes me want to blow my load before we can even give this a try. A finger, slick with spit and pre-cum presses against my hole, then slips inside. “Oh, god. Fuck me.”
“No, baby,” he grits out, “just me.” He works his finger in and out a few times before spitting again and easing the second finger inside.
I groan, my jaw clenching, but I push back against it, a whirlwind of sensation smacking me for a loop when his digits sink deeper. I stutter a bunch of unintelligible words. The funny part is, I don’t even know what I meant to say. And then I’m further yanked from coherent thought when those fingers vanish and a fat cock head replaces it. It’s wet, and the front seems slick with pre-cum. I exhale hard, pushing back against him. Letting out a small gasp, I stop with him just inside my body.
“Fucking fuck, Wilder.” Behind me, Royal’s fingers are threatening to make imprints on my hips with the tightness of his grip on me. I can feel him trembling back there. “Can I move at all?” The sound of him spitting onto his cock again reaches me as he mutters, “Don’t want to hurt you.”
My teeth clench at the unfamiliar feelings streaking through me. It’s all foreign to me, and Royal has a thick fucking cock. “I’m okay.” I groan as his dick gives a hearty twitch that I can feel on the inside. Sweat pops out on my back, and my dick steadily drips more pre-cum. “Motherfucker,” I grit out. “I need this. You better keep fucking going. Need you.”
FIFTEEN
ROYAL
Gasping and grunting,I slowly ease farther inside Wilder’s ass. “Jesus, fuck.” I exhale hard, leaning over his body, bracing myself on the mattress at his side with one hand, the other splaying over his chest. My entire body shudders as I touch him, feeling his rock-hard muscles and smooth skin under my fingertips. I tweak at his pebbled nipples, and he grunts aloud, his ass clamping down on my dick.Oh, god.I don’t know how long I can hang on with my entire world wanting to shatter. “You like that? You feel so fuckin’ good.”
He’s panting, his hands mangling the sheets in his grip. “Fuuck. Royal.” His breath heaves out. “This is—” But he doesn’t finish, whether at a loss for words or simply can’t get them out because I’ve withdrawn the slightest bit and pushed my cock farther than it’s been before.
My breath coasts over the dampness on his back, then my lips follow, taking a lazy path over his heated skin. His salty sweat explodes on my tongue as it flicks out to taste him. My cock jerks hard and I groan, then rest my cheek on his back, hanging on as I rock into him.
I don’t know if he realizes it yet, but I’m fully seated inside him. I grunt, rocking my hips, and fucked if he doesn’t meet me halfway. “You okay?”
“Fuck, yes. I’d say so if I wasn’t. You better not fucking stop.”
I claw him to me as we increase the pace.
“I’m close. I’m so fucking close.” Wilder reaches between his legs to grab his dick, but I don’t let him.
Moving his hand out of the way with a grunt, I take a firm grip of his shaft as I rock slowly into him. “Mine.” I milk his thick cock until he’s bucking against me.
“Fuck. Fuuuck. I’m coming.”
As Wilder gives me that heads-up, I adjust and let him spill into my hand. The way his body trembles and shudders has me undeniably ready to blow. With hot cum now coating my hand, I pull almost all the way out of his body, paint my dick with it, and slide much more smoothly back inside. My head buzzes as I thrust quickly, my path slickened by his cum.
He gives an animalistic sound, his back arching. “Fuck, Royal. Fuck.”
My jaw tenses for a moment right as I feel the orgasm about to crest within me, fire igniting and shooting down my spine. I slam into him one final time, holding onto his hips for stability as my cock spurts, pumping into his ass.
It takes me almost a full minute to recognize I’m still buried deep inside him, and it’s not until his body is wracked with a tremor that I snap out of the trance I’ve been in. Harsh gusts of air exit my body as my heart rate finally begins to slow. Releasing my death grip on his hips, I rub my hands over his ass cheeks before lifting one and bringing it down firmly on his backside.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunts out as he turns his head to look over his shoulder. “Shower?”
I nod, pulling out of his body. We make our way to the en suite bathroom and duck inside, shutting the door behind us. Wilder makes his way to the shower stall, leaning in to turn on the water. He holds his hand under the spray and, once satisfied, nods. “Be ready in a sec.” Those dark, devious eyes lock on mine, and he crooks a finger at me.
My brow raises involuntarily in response, and my feet move, too, as if of their own will. Drawn to him like a fucking magnet. He grasps my jaw under my chin, then swipes his tongue over my lower lip. The result is a desperate gasp falling from my lips and the swift invasion of my mouth. He uses it to massage mine, and soon we’re in an all-out competition to see who can make the other moan and how loudly.
His dick is hard against my abdomen, and when I glance down, my jaw works to the side as he lets a soft chuckle escape. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” There’s a husky, raspy quality to his voice that has my dick responding, and a fire lights his eyes now—one that wasn’t there before. It’s like I’ve pulled him from his misery. Like I gave him the help he needed so desperately after waking from whatever nightmare haunts him. He asked me to make it all stop. And for the moment, it appears I have.
I let him tug me under the cascade of water with him because I would do just about anything to make sure words of anguish never pass his lips again.Make it all stop,he’d said.God.I’m a little terrified of what could possibly be chasing him through sleep. What claws at him even when he’s wide awake.
He reaches for some soap, pumping a ridiculous amount in his hands, then hands it off to me. I do the same, but before I can begin to wash myself, his soapy hands meet my chest, sliding over my wet skin. The water pounds down on us, and as I return the favor, running my palms over his shoulders and all over his torso, I pay special attention to the ink scattered over hisskin, having never really studied it before. I bite my lip, my eyes flicking from his skin to meet his dark gaze. “Like these.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up, a devilish glint in his eye as he takes my dick in his soapy hand, firmly stroking me, while the second one cups my balls, tugging on them in a way that has me gasping aloud. I’ve practically stopped moving, stopped breathing—might have died—when he spins me around, strong hands kneading the muscles of my ass. Soap-slick fingers wander, and before I know it, he’s got me bracing my hands on the shower stall, his wet lips at my neck as his fingers play at my virgin asshole. His chest is molded to mine. “I want this ass to be mine.” His fingertip enters me, and I jerk hard, hands scrambling for purchase on the tiled wall in front of me. He nips at my skin with a growl as he slips it back out. My breath stutters from me. In disappointment, maybe. Because I saw how good I made him feel. And I want him to touch me like that, too. To fuckin’ own me.
“I’m ready for your dick.” I’m desperate to feel him inside me, want to know what the fuss is about those damn dick piercings. It makes me hot all over every time I even think about his fancy-as-fuck cock.
