Page 24 of Casual Felonies (Wildlings #1)

TRUETT

Turned on by Rami’s filthy mouth, I resume kissing the back of his neck as I slip my fingers between his cheeks again. It’s charming that he’s a bit hairy, and I press two fingers inside him, then three, teasing him with the barest crook of my fingertips.

“Mm, that’s right. Relax for me, sweetheart. Let me in.”

“Ugh. That should not turn me on,” he mutters before doing as I say.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, his muscles relax in a rolling wave, first his shoulders, then down his back and ass until his hole unclenches around my fingers.

“So good for me,” I murmur, removing my fingers.

My hands are shaking as I slick more lube over the condom, then push inside, just the tip.

Rami inhales sharply at the stretch, instinctively pulling away.

“Too much?” I ask, slipping back.

“Zip it,” he bites out, rocking back to allow his body to swallow my cockhead before losing his breath all over again.

I chuckle as I move my hand to his lower belly. “Bear down, baby. It’ll help. ”

I can tell he likes being called baby , even if he doesn’t know why. He pushes out, and I’m able to slide in a bit more.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuuuuck.”

I move my hand from his lower belly to cup his cock, which has gone soft. As much as I want him hard and on the edge, I fucking love a soft cock.

“Look how tiny you get,” I whisper in his ear, thumbing the loose foreskin as I inch my hips forward.

He gasps and tries to rock back again. “You’re so big. Biggest I’ve ever had.”

I hear that a lot, but it’s different coming from him.

“And you’re the tightest,” I say, practically growling. Another hit of lube, another inch forward, another tug on his soft dick. “Not to mention the prettiest I’ve ever had.”

He whimpers at the compliment and bears down a bit more, the tight band of muscle finally relaxing.

“There you go, sweet boy.”

His jaw clenches, and I know he wants to protest all these little nicknames, but he can’t help how good they make him feel. How much he wants everything I’m taking and giving.

I finally push all the way in, and he moans so beautifully.

“You okay, lover?”

“All I know is that the combination of fullness and ache is making me a very, very happy man.”

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I say with a gentle thrust. “You’re taking me so well.”

He’s stuffed full of me, flushed from my compliments, and it makes me feel ten feet tall. My hands drift up his torso, my fingers curling here and there to find his tickle spots. He clenches and shifts his hips to escape the sensual torture, then moans, giving in to the stretch.

He gasps when my fingertips graze his flat nipples. “Mmm. Need to play with these for a minute,” I say, bringing him along with me as I sit up on my haunches .

“Oh God,” he moans as this new position allows me to go deeper, find new places to stretch and hurt and satisfy.

I grin as I find his nipples again. “Adorably small, but so sensitive,” I murmur, aggressively pinching and thumbing the tiny nubs as I roll my hips.

I’m rewarded with a series of increasingly high-pitched sounds, and his head is all over the place. He complains when I move my fingers away from his nipples, grumping at me as my open palms explore his torso, over his belly.

I keep going.

“Mm. Someone’s getting hard.”

He glances down, watching me take him in hand, stroking him. One of these days, I’ll make him come when soft, but for today, his taut body and hard cock are everything.

“Please, please, please,” he chants as if it’s the only word he’s capable of at this moment.

“Ah fuck. I’ve gotta see you all stretched out for me, sweetheart.”

He whimpers when I pull out of him, then whimpers again when I spread his cheeks. I whistle under my breath as I rub his pretty ring. “Look at this fucking wrecked hole,” I say before snatching his hips and flipping him onto his back.

I don’t mind admitting that I feel a little smug at his mussed hair and the drugged look in his addictive eyes.

“Oh, baby boy. You are such a mess for me.” I kiss his nose, then grab the lube. “You like me in control like this?”

He grins as he nods off-kilter.

I re-slick my cock before stroking into him. He gasps, and I still.

“Too much?”

He shakes his head against the soft pillow, the lights above us sending colorful beams across his cheekbones. “More. Please.”

I guide his fingers back to my piercings, my hips shifting and writhing as he plucks and twists the rings. It feels so good, and I reward him by swiveling my hips here and there, deepening the stretch as we pleasure each other, feeding on each other’s intensity and need.

Finally, I speed up my thrusts, and his mouth drops open, his hands falling to his sides to grab the sheets. Whatever he sees makes him smile, and I speed up as I drop forward to push my tongue into his mouth, taking over every inch of his body.

Grabbing his hands, I thrust hard, finding the deepest parts of him as I rock my hips from side to side, smashing my belly against his desperately leaking cock, placing sloppy kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

“Gonna—”

He jerks forward, lightning struck as his hips arch off the bed and his cum stripes my belly. I pound him through his clenching orgasm, then roar through my own, overwhelmed with sensation, the peak almost too high.

Collapsing against him, I smear the mess between us as we both shudder in the comedown.

After several heartbeats, I mutter a broken, “Fucking hell.”

“Ditto,” he croaks out, pushing against my shoulders. “Need air.”

I’m still inside him as I push up to my forearms and we breathe each other in. “My brain is offline and won’t be coming back anytime soon,” I warn.

“Same,” he says, accepting my drowsy, smiling kiss. “I wish I could have you inside me for hours. I wanna wake up with you inside me.”

I deepen the kiss as I slip from his body, then pull away, awkward as I hold the condom in place. “You just blew out every last one of my circuits,” I say, gesturing to the blank screens in my head before crawling out of our little bubble.

I start the shower, then return, poking my head into the alcove, lifting my chin .

“Wanna join me?”

He blinks, adorable as a few more of his systems come back online. He runs his hands over the pool of cum on his belly. “Uh, yeah,” he says, his voice a hot mess.

I reach out, helping him up to a wobbly stand.

“If you think I’m anywhere near done with you, you’ve got another thing coming,” I say, giving him my devil grin.

“I don’t know if I have another in me, but I’m certainly willing to give it a try.”

He did have more in him. Several more, in fact.

At some point last night, we ran out of supplies, so we asked the drone delivery service for STI tests and quick recovery lube.

I’m not sure how Rami makes a finger prick and three cavity swabs sexy, but he does. Maybe it’s the knowing tilt of his brow, or the sparkle in those sea glass eyes…

“I can’t wait to tell my dad that he’s the reason for tonight’s safe sex.”

I blink at him, confused. “Would you really tell your dad that?”

“He once told me that his biggest lesson in sexual dynamics was that any encounter with more than four participants fucked with his ADHD and he ended up bored.”

I open my mouth to respond, but I need a few seconds to process that.

“No orgies for Papa Anders. Got it.” I finally say as Rami snaps the swabs into place and aims my finger for the device collection window. His sample, which he already provided, beeps and flashes green.

“Not exactly subtle, is it?” I note.

Rami lifts a shoulder. “Bet you anything the flashing green light was Dad’s idea. He once panicked at a girlfriend’s pregnancy test because he misread the lines.”

I rub my brows, chuckling to myself.

“No offense, but talking about your dad while waiting to see if I can fuck you raw isn’t the turn-on you think it is.”

Rami places his palms over his eyes. “God, I didn’t even think about that. Sorry.”

I kiss his blush right as my sample goes off, also flashing green.

Gesturing at the box of condoms I added to the order, I assure him, “I’m still happy to use these.”

Rami bites at his lower lip, looking up at me through his thick lashes. “No, I’d like to do this with you.”

Remembering how he reacted to me in the bathroom at the gun range, I place my hand around his neck. He inhales sharply, his eyes darting to the side.

Adding a growl to my voice, I ask, “Does that mean Mr. Perfect wants to be bred like the little slut he is?”

Rami swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple shifting under my palm. “Yes,” he answers, the shy, breathy quality of his voice gasoline on a fire that’s been burning for hours already.

Too turned on to move this along to the bed, I spin him, forcing him to face my old-fashioned pedestal sink. And the mirror.

Squeezing out a bit of the fancy lube he ordered, I part his cheeks, rough as I rub it across his hole. His reflection tells me he likes it like this.

“I’m going to fuck you here,” I say, slipping two fingers inside him. “Now.”

He grunts, his large hands gripping the edges of the porcelain. “Please," he whines. “I need it.”

I quickly coat my shaft with his fancy lube—fuck, that’s a pleasant feeling—then part his cheeks and press against his entrance. “Let me in, baby,” I whisper into his ear .

He pushes back as I slam forward, sinking into his heat with a lewd squelch.

The hot squeeze of his body is more than I know what to do with, and I freeze, almost unable to hold back the orgasm. If I thought the sex with Rami was fantastic with a condom… fucking him raw might just kill me.

He looks over his shoulder. “You okay back there?”

Huffing out a laugh, it’s my turn to blush. “Your ass is too fucking good. I just need a second to gather myself.”

The compliment makes him shy, and… fuck. I like shy Rami a lot more than is wise. I rest my forehead between his shoulder blades as we take a few deep breaths together, and I slowly back off the edge.

I kiss his back and Rami grins, then holds onto the sink for dear life as I drape myself against him and reach under his arms, taking hold of his shoulders from the front for torque.

I move, and he pushes away from the chilly porcelain, meeting every one of my strokes with a roll of his hips.

“Harder,” he begs, the need visible in the arch and sway of his body. “More.”

Rather than slam into him, I sink deeper, and only when I’ve bottomed out do I press up with short, sharp thrusts as I pull down on his shoulders.

“Yes, yes, fucking yes ,” he groans. “Need to suck on something.”

Freeing one hand, I press my two middle fingers into his mouth as I continue to leverage his body like the world’s hottest sex toy.

Speaking of…

“Make that fucked-up baby sound again,” I growl into his ear.

His eyes roll back in his head at my request, and I’m not sure if he’s with me enough to do it.

Just as I think he might be too far gone, that vulgar sucking sound comes from the back of his palate, the pull on my fingers so strong I can feel it in the root of my cock.

He tongues the sensitive skin between my fingers, rolling his hips back to meet each thrust, his eyes locked onto mine in the mirror.

He doesn’t blink, and he doesn’t let go as he makes that disturbing, perfect sound while staring into my soul.

“Fuck, baby boy. You are something else.”

A proud little smirk tilts up the edges of his stretched lips as he tightens his hole around me. I’d assumed Rami Bash would be basic in bed, but nothing about him is basic. Not his beauty, not his brains, not his family, not the way my body reacts.

More than that is his fucking gorgeous mind. Yes, he’s ridiculous and occasionally cocky, but he’s also brilliant, and sensual and weirdly in his head.

It’s the shy, atypical parts of him that I like the best. It’s those elements of his personality that are going to wring this fucking orgasm from my balls.

He makes a noise of complaint when I remove my fingers from his mouth and my hand from his shoulder, but I need to body him into the next universe.

Taking his hips, I pull back and begin thrusting home.

He’s quick to adjust, sucking on his lower lip, his expression so subby and perfect that it whites out my gray matter until all that’s left is pleasure and brain stem.

“Coming,” I grind out.

It’s not the special lube, or the fact that I’m rutting him raw that’s shooting my testosterone through the roof.

It’s him. Motherfucker, it’s him. I’m fucking him so hard his heels are coming up from the floor.

He’s letting me be every bit the toppy, dominant, greedy lover that I want to be, but he’s also got me so wrapped around his little finger that I’d sign over my shop if he asked.

It’s this thought—this knowing —he controls me as much as I control him, that pushes me over. Grunting, I give one last thrust, then roar as I shoot deep inside him, the orgasm running roughshod through my body.

Every cell, every organ, every part of me has given itself over to him. Shivering out the last of the orgasm, I give a few more comforting fucks, bringing his boneless body down with mine.

I blink, and there’s come all over the pedestal and sink, even a few splatters on the mirror.

“Jesus, baby boy. Look at the mess you made.”

“’t’s your fault,” he mumbles, so drunk on my cock.

I pull back a little, watching my cock slip in and out of his body, a little of my cum escaping with each thrust.

Finally, I pull free from him, but keep him in place, pressing his hips against the sink as I tug aside a cheek.

“You know how I know this ass is mine?” I ask, shaking the soft muscle.

He responds by pulsing his fucked-out hole, chuckling as cum drips down the split of him.

“Good answer.”