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CHAPTER 36

TEAR IT UP

WILDER

I have never been so hard in my entire fucking life.

Unaware of the bar or the people in it, I all but chase Cass as she slips into the hallway and into one of the toilets, giving me a hot look before disappearing inside.

My cock is thick and angry in the confines of my jeans, fighting my zipper, seeking my waistband at the very least as I rush into the hallway and duck into the bathroom where my wife waits for me to fuck her with my tongue and lips and fingers. My cock is furious not to be included.

It’ll be worth the wait.

I slam the door shut and throw the bolt. And when I turn, she’s all I see.

She’s leaning against the tile wall panting, her cheeks flushed and eyes hooded. Her dress is caught in her clenched thighs and I watch her hands move to the hem, her long fingers gathering the fabric, drawing it toward her waist.

It’s an offering I take without hesitation.

Three long strides and I draw her into my arms, my lips on a track for hers that God himself couldn’t stop.

Our mouths meet like the strike of a match, rough and fiery, consuming us as swiftly as we consume the air in noisy, greedy gulps, stoking the flame. We are reduced to rushing blood and heat, hands and tongues seeking that piece of ourselves we knew the other still held.

I force her legs apart with mine, and she straddles my thigh—her moan trembles across my tongue, her hands clenching the front of my shirt when she grinds her hips to fuck my leg. And then it’s my turn to moan, the sound rumbling in my chest and throat and past my lips, into her. It’s too much, knowing that she wants me with such desperation that she’d fuck herself sated with nothing but my thigh. I’m high on the knowledge, my cock surging with a rush of blood, as if it could break from its confines to get to her.

I break the kiss with a wet pop and drop to my knees, my eyes between her legs as I snatch her skirt and shove it toward her ribs.

The shadow of her hood and pussy lips are visible through her tights, and a deep inhale fills me with the scent of sex. My hands slide to her hips and pull her toward me, shifting to meet her, my eyes locked on the seam splitting her pussy, her lips spilling over the sides. Mesmerized, I thumb the line and find it soaked.

I groan. She whimpers, her hips seeking.

“Fuck, you smell like heaven,” I rasp, licking my lips. “Do you taste as good as I remember? Or better?”

Her hand slides into my hair. “Shut up and find out,” she breathes, spreading her legs.

But my mouth is already closing in on her clit, tongue extended, tasting her in the air the split second before the flat meets the base, drawing it into my mouth. She goes slack with the sweetest cry, the softest hiss of pleasure, and I lap and suck and hum against the silky mesh of her tights.

Distantly, I note her skirt as it falls over half over my head, then when it disappears again, drawn back by her so she can watch me savor her body. But I’m busy, frustration mounting, the barrier of her tights the only thing between me and the warm, wet, softness that awaits me.

“Need more.” The words tremble—I’m out of my mind, fisting the front of her tights with both hands. It takes no strength to tear them, her creamy, jostling flesh a shock and a pleasure. The satisfying sound of shredding sends another painful pulse to my aching cock. But I don’t fucking care.

She’s bared to me, the pink flesh shining and slick and waiting.

She doesn’t wait long.

The second my tongue meets her pussy, the salt of her sex explodes across my tongue. Twin moans escape us, mine between her legs, hers offered to the sky. My lids flutter closed. I shrug under her thighs and take her weight, latching on, wanting to drown. Wishing she’d clamp her thighs and suffocate me. Even then, I wouldn’t be close enough.

She squirms and wiggles and flexes her hips, and for a second I’m still, tongue extended so she can fuck it how she wants. I watch her—brows pinched, mouth open, the top buttons of her dress undone and one glorious breast bare, her dusky nipple rolling between her fingers.

My cock swells, the pressure so intense, I’m going to explode. The angle and grind of her hips presses her clit to the flat, kneading the fat, swollen bud—I shift my tongue side to side just a little, back and forth as she drags her clit up and down. When she stops, I double down, leaning in to latch onto her hood again, stroking the slick line of her pussy, pressing the tip of my index finger inside. Burying it until it’s soaked. It’s replaced by my thumb, leaving it free to seek its destination, finding her tight, puckered ass, to circle, tease. The sting when she fists my hair barely registers because she’s whimpering and panting and fucking my mouth and my hand, her eyes pinched so tight that when I press that hole and dip inside her, they fly open. She comes with a violent rush all over my tongue, my hand, her body squeezing and suckling and I have never, ever wished for anything more than to be buried to the fucking hilt inside of her.

She rides my face until she’s too tender, and then she whispers my name, scrabbling at my shoulders and jaw, urging me to come to her. And so I do, sliding her hips from my shoulders and rising on stinging knees, capturing her lips the moment I reach them. Our desire is violent, potent as she tastes herself on my tongue and lips. Her breast rests in my hand, warm and soft, her nipple pebbled, pressing into my palm. I squeeze, the flesh spilling from between my fingers.

She reaches for my belt, and a hot yes burns through me. But I pull my hips back and break the kiss, though my lips are millimeters from hers.

“The first time I fuck you again is not going to be in the bathroom at the fucking Horseshoe.”

She laughs, kisses me deeply but without tongue, thank God. I don’t know how much more I can take.

“Then we’d better get out of here,” she says, her voice smoky.

Relief washes over me, and I sigh. “Thank God. I don’t know how I’m even gonna walk out of here with my cock in this state.”

As she does up her buttons, she looks up at me and bats her lashes, her lips red and swollen. “Need motivation?”

I lick my lips.

“If you can make it to the truck, I will give you the wettest blow job you’ve ever had.”

I have to close my eyes and clench both fists to stop me from nutting my pants. “Woman, you’d better fucking clean up and let’s get the fuck out of here.”

With a wink, she slips past me. “Last one there’s a rotten egg.”

I groan, wash my hands, and then she takes my hand, unlocking the door. She’s surprisingly strong as she tows me toward the exit, waving impatiently at people. Remy and Jessa take one look at us and I watch as realization dawns on them.

“Happy birthday, man,” I shout, raising a hand in farewell as Cass shoves me out the door.

One wicked look, and she takes off running for the truck, giggling like a maniac. And I follow like a maniac, but I’m not laughing as I chase her down, too feral, too needful, absolutely certain I could fuck my way through a brick wall. When I catch her, I spin her into my arms, angling for her lips, but she wiggles away, taking off again. I growl and run after her, thanking God when I see my truck, reaching into my pocket to hit the fob to unlock the door. When I get to the driver’s side, she’s already crawling in, and I growl again at the sight of her purposely presenting me her ass and pussy, framed by her shredded tights. My hand darts out to grab a handful of her ass cheek and squeeze, my cock surging.

“Get in, Cassidy,” I command with a slap, and with a yelp and a giggle, she flips up the middle armrest and sits primly. Her back is straight, tits tilted up, her nipples hard.

I’m in the cab within a heartbeat. But when I reach for her, she smiles and backs away.

“You’ve gotta drive, Wilder—I’ll fill my promise, but afterward, you’re going to fuck me. And unless you want that to be in the truck, you’d better fucking hurry.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, firing the engine and pulling away from the curb.

She’s already slinking down to her stomach and toward my lap. I clutch the wheel with my left hand so my right can sweep her hair away from her face and over her shoulder so I can see her. When she reaches for my belt, my hips jerk.

“Baby, I’m not gonna be much work,” I rasp as she undoes the buckle.

“I don’t care. I just want your cock in my face.”

I laugh, cupping the back of her head while she unbuttons, then unzips my pants. With a thumb, I hitch my hips to tug my jeans down enough that she can get to my cock, and when she pulls the band of my underwear down, it springs free like a fucking jack-in-the-box.

The noise I make is somewhere between relief and a plea. I hear her gasp, and for a moment, my flushed cock bobs in front of her face. I can feel her breath against my desperate head. Her hand wraps around my base, and I hiss, the pressure too high. Her lips graze my crown, and I nearly come, the hot tingle low in my belly spreading fast. I thank fuck I live close as I turn down my street.

“Cass,” I breathe, fisting the hair at her nape.

With a moan, she licks the aching tip of me. Kisses and sucks as I speed into the driveway and slam on the brakes. When she looks up at me and lowers her head, I watch myself disappear into her.

In the soft heat of her mouth, I come for what feels like ages, my foot still on the brake and the other braced so hard, my ass lifts off the seat. On the orgasm goes, pumping into her as she moans and works my tip. I’m going to black out, I’m certain, and somehow manage to put the truck in park before I kill us both. I hold her head, fuck her mouth for a moment longer, and then guide her to let me go so she can come to me.

And she does, lips first. I taste the salt of my seed and the sweetness of her as she climbs into my lap. Her pussy is wet against my shaft, which gives no indication of giving up the fight.

“I need you inside of me,” she says between kisses, her hips grinding and shifting to put my cock against her clit.

I growl into her throat and open the door, my arm around her waist tightening as I turn and slide out. Her legs wrap around my waist as I kick the door shut, wondering if I can get her all the way to bed before granting her wish.

I care less and less with every step.