WILDER

I gaped at Tristen. My mouth was wide open like an idiot. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. His face was inches away from mine. I stared into his blazing brown eyes, feeling his flaming hot breaths on my lips.

Oh, God. Is this really happening?

I didn't think I could control myself after seeing him naked in bed, but I somehow managed. However, this was too much for me. Tris was too close and too hot to resist. And this hot motherfucker just gave me permission to do anything I want with him.

Any-fucking-thing!

I was tempted to kiss him, but I stopped myself before I closed the tiny distance between us. My damn conscious was torturing me again. I was only asked to relieve him. I wasn't allowed to enjoy this. I wasn't supposed to kiss him. And it sure the hell wasn't okay to be this damn hard on top of him.

I lifted my crotch away from Tris—fearing that he might sense my erection—when, out of the blue, he ran a hand along my jawline.

"You look pretty handsome in this light," Tris said with dreamy eyes. "My handsome Wilder."

Alright. That's it. I can't take it anymore.

And that was the moment when horny Wilder took the wheel.

I grit my teeth as my hand reached behind Tristen's head, tugging at his brown fluffy hair. I pulled him to my mouth and kissed the crap out of him. A big fat strong kiss.

I ended the kiss by pulling him away, still holding him by his hair. I was rough. I was manly. I felt like a goddamn alpha male, finally getting a taste of something that has been forbidden for years.

Tris was taken aback by my kiss. He gasped as soon as our lips parted and he quickly covered his mouth with both hands. His large chocolate eyes stared at me with primal fear.

"What the fuck was that for?" His voice came out squeaky and muffled. "What do you think you're doing?"

His hand reached behind his head, trying to loosen my grip as I brought him near my face again.

"I'm gonna give you the best fucking night of your life," I said with a sneer and a deep threatening voice.

I grabbed his waist and pulled him away from the headboard before he even had a chance to register what was happening. I blushed at his cute frame sliding down, his arms stretched above his head, and his hair scattered above him from the surprising pull.

"Jesus Christ!" Tristen tried to crawl away, but I pinned his legs. "What's wrong with you?"

He raised himself on his elbows and watched me. I could tell he was scared. His chest moved fast up and down. His eyes were wild. His face was paling. However, I didn't stop. I couldn't. I was a man on a mission. A mission to save his best friend.

A mission that I was going to enjoy very very much.

I lowered him to the end of the bed. His legs were dangling while the rest of his body remained on the bed. I got on my knees and grasped the sheet that was covering him.

"No!" He extended his hand. "Wilder, stop!"

He was still weak from the juice. He couldn't sit up and fight me off even if he wanted to. He tried rolling back to the front of the bed, but my grip on his legs restricted his movements.

I looked at him and said, "You told me don't stop until it's over. And guess what?" I yanked the cover off, exposing his full erection. "It's not over."

"Wait!" Tris gasped and desperately tried to hide it with his hands. "Stop it!"

I smirked at him. My own dick was pulsing with excitement. Then I stared down at his dick, his smooth six-inches-long throbbing dick between his creamy thighs. Tris was perfect. He was so beautiful to look at. His cute blushing face. His lean sweaty body. And now this.

"I didn't mean it."

I ignored Tristen's pleas. My face burned up as I realized what I was about to do.

"It-it's that damn juice."

My eyes darkened with lust. This was it. I was about to taste the only guy I truly cared about.

"I'm telling you. It's making me say things."

I wiped the cum from earlier with the sheets before tossing it away.

"Don't touch me!" Tris yelled, but it was too late.

I opened my mouth and engulfed his whole length. His dick made its way through my lips into my wet inner cheeks. I shivered and held back a moan as I felt it touching my tongue. I curled my tongue around it, savoring that salty slippery taste before I locked my lips on it.

"Oh, fffuck!" Tris slumped down with eyes closed shut. "Son of a bitch!" He covered his face. "I can't believe you did this."

Now that I tasted him, I fought the urge to suck him dry. I started slow. My head steadily bobbed up and down. My tongue slid along his dick, blowing him with gentle soft licks and sucks. I didn't want to hurt him while he was sore. I wanted to ease him into it, at first.

"Stop it," he whimpered and moved his body side to side, squirming. "Please, stop."

I kept sucking him, picking up my pace and going faster each time.

He tried to move his thighs but I tightened my grip. He extended a hand, grabbing my head, trying to move it away, but I caught his wrist. And that was when I saw the mark I left on his thigh.

Ouch! That's gonna bruise.

He stopped talking after that. All I could hear was his labored breathing. Then suddenly, a long deep gasp left his throat. His head moved up, and the gasp prolonged until it ended with short breaths.

"Don't stop," He managed to say before another gasp took over him. "Oh, fuck. Goddamnit, Wilder!" he cursed with a hint of anger in his throaty moans. "Damn you!"

There you go. My jaw stretched with a proud smile. That's it. Tris was finally enjoying it. Just keep breathing and say my name.

"Damn you, Wilder."

I let go of Tristen's wrist and slid my hand in my pants, rubbing my own dick.

Yeah. I felt the tingles on my tip. Say my name. I wasn't sure about Tris, but I was about to cum. Yeah, keep saying my name.

His moans got louder. His breaths drove his whole body into vertical motions.

"Wilder." His head flew back as he inhaled audibly. "I'm gonna cum."

He repeated, "I'm gonna cum," expecting me to move away, but I kept sucking him.

His hand found its way back to my hair, pulling at it. I still didn't budge. I swallowed his dick until it hit the back of my throat. I wanted all of him.

"Let go." He was a trembling moaning mess. "Now."

He held my hair tighter and made me wince, but I didn't stop. His other hand gripped the sheet under him. Then it happened. I felt the pulsing of his vein and the warm liquid shooting at the back of my throat.

I gulped as fast as I could as the pressure built up inside my mouth. I stroked my own dick at the same time until I felt the urge to release. When Tristen finally stopped cumming, I let go of him with a pop sound. His dick slammed against his stomach then back.

I raised my head and sighed, suppressing a moan as I came too. My eyes rolled back until I finished. God, that felt good! I wiped my mouth, feeling pretty proud of myself.

My cum stained my pants and I didn't even care, as long as my pleasure was hidden from Tris. As far as he knew, I was only doing this for him.

If only you didn't just swallow his cum. I mentally facepalmed myself.

I opened my eyes and watched Tris on the bed, fully naked and vulnerable. His head rested at an upright angle, exhausted, softly gasping for air. His arms and legs slightly relaxed after the pressure of releasing. And all I wanted to do was to lie next to him and wrap my arms around him, smothering him with butterfly kisses all over his delicious body.

But I couldn't.

Then I looked down at his dick, slick and glistened by my saliva. It started to go soft and small. We stayed like that, both breathing in rest after what felt like running a marathon. Then, Tris moved his hand around him, trying to find something.

"What's wrong?" I held his hand. "What are you looking for?"

"I—" He cleared his raspy throat and said without opening his eyes, "I wanted to cover myself."

I was about to give him the cover, but then I remembered that Tris had only cummed three times, and that might not be enough. The manager said three to five times. My eyes fell on his dick again, watching closely. I was tempted to stroke it. Part of me hoped that Tristen's pain was over, but the horny part wished it wasn't.

My horny self won.

Tris' dick twitched. Then, it started to rise again.

"But... we're not done yet."

As soon as I said that to Tris, he let out the most heartbreaking whine I have ever heard. His chin trembled. His free hand moved to hide his face as he cried quietly. I let go of his other hand and he quickly put it on his face too.

"You sick son of a bitch," he whimpered.

I shouldn't feel that bad about it, right? I mean, I was doing this to save him. Also, he did ask for my help, and I was more than willing to give it to him.

Plus, I bet he wouldn't remember most of the things I'd do to him tonight. The way he acted, it was like he was high on meth or something. He stroked my face and called me "handsome" in a seductive way that was so unlike him. Yeah. He mostly wouldn't remember this.

But what if he did?

Gaaah, I wanted to scream at my horny self. He's gonna fucking hate me after this.

Well, looky here. It's Wilder again 😏

Or at least his horny double 🤨

And what about Tris? He sounded like he enjoyed it, but ashamed to admit it.

What do you think, you guys?

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