Page 84 of Wilder

If there was anything that could completely turn me inside out, tear apart what little critical thought I had left in me, it was hearing him say that.

Asher Torres wasn’t ‘good’ for anybody. He was wild, a free spirit, and rebellious right down to his damn bones, someone who couldn’t be contained, couldn’t be controlled with anything short of a miracle.

And yet here he was, promising me the exact opposite.

Offering it to me, teasing me with submission, surrender, without me even having to ask for it.

I’ll be good.

The words were sweet ambrosia to my ears.

The real tragedy in all of this?

As much as I wanted to take him the way he was begging for, I couldn’t. Not like this, at least. Even high on him, drunk off the way his body was writhing beneath mine, I couldn’t just fuck him without protection.

And spit alone sure as hell wouldn’t be enough to get myself buried inside him the way I wanted to. I knew he’d be tight, clenching that little hole of his while waiting for me to strip him down to nothing. Trying to force the head of my cock inside him, no matter how much pre-cum drooled from it, would end up hurting him.

I couldn’t have that. I wouldn’t be able to bear seeing his face scrunched up in pain just because I was too eager for my own pleasure to actually keep him safe.

For now, I’d satisfy him in other ways.

Lifting myself up, I let go of his wrists and dropped my hands to the front of his jeans.

I worked my fingers quickly, efficiently, to tug the button loose, parting his fly. His breath hitched softly the moment I shoved the material down, his cock springing free, thick and flushed, the tip already leaking a slick of pre-cum down the length of him.

My stomach tightened at the sight because, fuck, he was perfect.

He fit so fucking well in my palm when I wrapped my fingers around him, squeezing him until his cock jumped inside my hand, more slick leaking from the tip and coating my fingers. He was the picture perfect image of completely wrecked like this—completely at my mercy like he wanted to be.

A low groan slipped past his lips, his hips jerking involuntarily to push him up into my grip. “F-fuck.”

I circled my thumb over his slippery, swollen tip, spreading around the wetness while watching the way his body shuddered beneath me. His head tilted back against the desk while he arched his back, his chest shuddering as he tried to pull in deeper breaths and failed.

Another moan—soft, needy, and fucking beautiful.

Not being able to help myself, I leaned back over to seal my mouth over one of his nipples, sucking it between my teeth. The moment I flicked my tongue over it, a sharp gasp tore from his throat, his back arching further off the desk and pushing up into my mouth like he needed more.

Fuck, I liked that.

I rolled the sensitive bud between my teeth just hard enough to feel him shudder beneath me, the sound of it mixing with the slick slide of my hand moving up and down his cock. His fingers found my hair, threading through the short lengths to grip tight.

It was enough to send sparks of pain crashing through the pleasure already coursing through me, but I didn’t mind.

Liked it, even.

I dragged my teeth over his skin one more time before lifting my head to watch him come undone. His face was flushed, eyes glazed over from the overwhelming pleasure I was giving him.

“Come for me, Asher.”

That was all the permission he needed to let himself go, throw his head back while his hips jerked and he exploded in my hand. He came hard, cock pulsing while he spilled hot and thick cum all over my hand and his stomach, coating us both in it.

I worked him through it, stroking him until every last drop was milked from his balls. His entire body relaxed against the desk within seconds, both hands dropping from me to lay uselessly on either side of his head while he gazed up at me, dazed, lips parted to drag air into his lungs.

It made me chuckle.

Of all the things to settle him...

Nothing in this world would surprise me anymore.