Page 123 of Stay Wild Darlin’

He was still in the bathroom, the sound of the water shutting off the only hint he was close to being finished. I stepped to the edge of the bed, let the ropes fall onto the mattress, then slowly lowered to my knees on the ground.

I placed my hands in my lap, kept my spine straight, and stayed still. A few moments passed before the door creaked open.

He stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling out behind him as the light from above caught the water still dripping down his chest. A towel hung low around his hips, clinging to the sharp cut of his waist. His skin was golden from the sun, scattered with freckles across his chest, shoulders, and collarbone—marks I’d traced with my fingers.

His blonde hair was damp and tousled, strands falling slightly over his forehead. His jaw was sharp, covered in enough stubble to make him look rougher, older, like he hadn’t fully come down from whatever tension he was holding inside.

It was his eyes that landed hardest.

Bright green, and when they finally found mine, something in them shifted.

They flicked to the ropes on the bed.

Then back to me, kneeling.

His mouth curved, slow and sure, that familiar smirk pulling at the corner.

“Well, fuck,” he rasped. “Look at you . . . on your knees, begging to be used.”

He stepped closer, the towel riding even lower on his hips.

“You laid out my rope like you need to be tied up. You that desperate for me to ruin this tight little body again?” He cocked his head. “You want to be choked on your knees? Fucked till you forget your own name?”

He began unwrapping the towel.

I looked up at him, my breath shallow, heat pulsing low in my belly from the way he looked at me—like he was already unraveling me with nothing but his eyes and that filthy, perfect mouth.

I didn’t break eye contact. “I figured, if anyone needed to know how wanted they were tonight, it was you.”

His jaw flexed, that smirk faltering for half a second.

“I needed you to see it, to feel how much I crave you . . . how badly I want you to take control. Tie me up, use me, wreck me if you need to, so you know you’re not alone.” I leaned forward slightly, voice dropping to a whisper. “I needed you tonight, Dalton, and I wanted you to know how much you’re needed back.”

“Fuck, darlin’.” His towel hit the floor.

I dragged my eyes down his body, stopping on that cock—long, thick, veiny, and flushed an angry red at the tip. The head was swollen, slick with a fat drop of cum that clung to it. His shaft was hard enough to ache, pulsing slightly with each breath.

And below that . . . fuck.

His balls hung heavy between his thighs—full and swollen, loose enough to sway, skin velvety and veined under a dusting of blond hair. I imagined them dragging against my folds, smearing my arousal and sweat as he pounded into me. I wanted them slapping me so hard it echoed in the room.

“Come here.” One rough hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back until I was staring straight up at him, lips parted in shock and arousal.

“You see this cock?” He groaned. “This is what you do to me, baby. Just from looking at me—fuck, you get me so hard it hurts.”

He tilted my head farther, letting the swollen tip drag over my lips, smearing precum across them like a brand.

“You want to feel needed?” he sneered. “Then prove it. Open that sweet little mouth and take your goddamn place. I want to fuck your throat.”

He didn’t give me a chance to answer.

With one hand fisted in my hair, he guided his thick cock straight to my lips with the other.

“Open,” he snapped.

My lips parted willingly, tongue out, eyes locked on his. His cock pushed into my mouth immediately, dragging over my tongue inch by inch.

“Fuck, look at you.”