Wilder’s jaw clenched for a second, and then he was undoing his jeans, shoving them down, and stepping out of his boots. A gasp tore through him when Wilder straightened, and he got his first look at the man’s hard length. There were horizontal piercings along the underside of his cock. Six of them.Fuuuck.
“That’s gonna kill me, isn’t it?”
Wilder’s husky laugh had him looking up, expecting to find amusement in his eyes. It was there, but there was something dark and hungry in those eyes, too.
“Kill you? No. But, Darlin’, you might think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”
What should’ve been a corny as fuck statement came off more as a promise, and heat rushed through his whole body. He had no doubt Wilder had the skills to back that up.
When Wilder stepped closer, Emmett reached out, carefully brushing his fingers over one of the barbells, lip caught between his teeth. Wilder’s hiss made him look up to find the man watching him with barely restrained desire burning in his eyes.
“I want this inside me,” he said, fingers wrapping firmly around Wilder’s cock.
Wilder cursed, and then his hands were on Emmett, throwing him back onto the bed. He sank into the mattress with a huff and brushed his hair out of his eyes, not wanting to miss a second of seeing Wilder above him. His confidence was sucha fucking turn-on. Of course, Wilder wasn’t going to say that he wanted him and not mean it. Why had he ever doubted that? There was certainly no doubt now, as he watched Wilder look his fill of him, pure desire burning in those otherworldly eyes.
Wilder got onto the bed, hands finding Emmett’s knees, spreading them slowly. Wilder cursed low, gaze snapping up to meet Emmett’s for a second before he lowered his head. Heat surrounded his cock, tight and wet, Wilder sucking him deep into his mouth.
“Wilder,”he cried out, panting for breath as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.Fuck.That mouth. Wilder could easily kill him with it. Drive him fucking insane.
Wet fingers slid between his cheeks, the tip of one pushing inside him. He could’ve come right then and there, but he fought it off. He wanted to come with Wilder inside him. He wanted to come on that cock as it split him wide open.
Wilder took his time, and he would’ve cursed him for it if it wasn’t for those piercings. He was still half-convinced they’d kill him.
The heat around his cock disappeared, making him hiss.
“Hold on.”
He blinked up at Wilder, watching as he moved across the bed to pull open the drawer in his nightstand. He returned seconds later with a bottle of lube and a condom packet. Yes. Fuck yes. He needed Wilder inside him.
Wilder settled back between Emmett’s legs and met his gaze, brow cocked in question.
“You sure?”
He nodded, his heart nearly beating right out of his chest when Wilder leaned down to kiss him, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before he sat back and popped open the cap on the lube. He watched with rapt attention asWilder poured lube over the fingers on his right hand, his cock leaking onto his stomach.
Wilder slid his fingers between Emmett’s cheeks, pushing back inside him. First with one finger and then with two, teasing him until Emmett thrust back against him, trying to take more. Then Wilder fucked him with those fingers like he was on a mission, pushing him almost over the edge when he sucked Emmett’s cock back into his mouth.
“Please,” he breathed, fingers grasping at Wilder’s hair, tugging to make him pull back. Wilder released him to reach across the bed to grab a condom, and seconds later, Wilder rolled them so Emmett was on top. He put his hands on Wilder’s chest to push himself upright, looking his fill of the man under him. He tracked the barely visible scars across his body with his gaze, wanting to know the story behind every single one of them. Wilder’s eyes were gleaming, those green flecks drawing his attention like a moth to a flame. He could look into them all day. Could study the mix of all the different browns and greens that made up his favorite color.
Fingers slid up his thighs, causing a shiver to rock through him, the need inside him burning bright as he reached behind him to wrap a hand around Wilder’s cock. He lowered himself, feeling every one of Wilder’s piercings as he took his cock inside him with a throaty moan. He was going to be sore tomorrow.
He lifted up, groaning at how fucking good it felt. How fucking good Wilder felt inside him, filling him in every way possible.
He moved slowly, eyes falling shut as he got used to Wilder’s thick cock filling him. Fingers dug into his hips, curses spewing from Wilder’s mouth as he ran his gaze down Emmett’s body, those eyes seeming to devour every inch of him. He shouldn’t have worried. Wilder liked him exactly as he was, and what a fucking power trip that was.
“Wilder,” he gasped out, unsure what he was trying to say.
“I know.”
A second later, he landed on his back, Wilder’s thighs pushing his apart to settle between his legs. He felt the head of Wilder’s cock at his entrance, and he might’ve begged. He wasn’t sure if the sounds coming out of his mouth formed words at all.
“You feel?Fuck, Em. You feel so fucking good,” Wilder groaned, sinking inside him with a slow push. “You alright?”
He nodded, eyes barely focusing on Wilder. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Wilder said, amusement lining his voice.
He opened his mouth to snark back at Wilder, but then he moved, hips pulling back and then slamming hard into him, leaving him unable to do anything but moan Wilder’s name.
