This Is Wild

by Natasha Madison

  “I said I would go slow,” I whisper right before I get to the hem of the sweater. “I lied,” I say. Dropping to my knees, I pull up her shirt and come face-to-face with her pussy. My mouth opens, and I lean forward and suck her into my mouth.

  The taste of her on my tongue makes me close my eyes. My tongue licks between her lips, and I swear she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I throw her leg over my shoulder and suck her in again. This time, she moans and arches her back against the wall. One hand goes to my hair where she pulls it and pushes me to her. My tongue comes out to flick her clit, and she silently groans, making me even more frantic. The sound of her moaning in ecstasy because of me pushes me over the edge. Her hips move up and down ever so slowly, looking for my tongue.

  “Viktor,” she says, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Her voice panting, my hand comes up to her clit as my tongue and my finger now tease her. It’s too much for her because her hand pulls my hair harder. “Oh my.” She stops talking now when I rub my finger down her wet slit and enter her with my two fingers in one motion. Her pussy is soaking my fingers as I fuck her against the wall. My tongue is sucking in her clit as my fingers take her over the edge. My eyes look up when I know that she’s a second away from coming and I take in her beauty. Her head against the wall, her hair loose but ​her eyes, her eyes have clouded over now as she stares into mine and with my name on her lips she comes all over my fingers. “Viktor,” she chants my name ​repeatedly. She rides it out, her hips moving in sync with my fingers and then slowly her hold of my hair loosens.

  Her leg falls off my shoulder, and I stand now just looking at her, but she grabs me and brings my mouth down to hers. Her tongue mixes with mine as she tastes herself on my tongue, and my hand goes to her ass where I grab her and pick her up. Our mouths move right to left as we frantically kiss. “Where am I going?” I ask her between kisses.

  She lets go of my mouth only to answer. “My room.” I walk up the stairs to her bedroom, and I’m lost in the smell of her. I’m lost in her kisses; I’m lost in everything that is her.

  As soon as I walk into her room, she slips out of my arms and her hands move up my chest to my shoulder to slip off my jacket. I’m watching her hands so intently I don’t even notice ​that she is getting lower and lower until her hands are on my belt. She slips it out of ​its loops in record time, and in a blink of a second or maybe longer, I have no idea, the sound of my zipper is the only sound in the room. It is not me breathing because I’m not. My pants slip off my hips or maybe she pushes them off. My eyes are on her mouth as she pulls down my boxers, and my cock springs free, but only for a minute before her hand fists the shaft, and she takes me into her mouth.

  The heat of her mouth and the wetness of her tongue make my eyes close on their own. My hand goes into her hair, and I hold it in one fist while she tries to take me all the way down her throat. My eyes open, and I watch her take me, her head bobbing up and down as my cock disappears into her mouth. Her hand moving in motion with her mouth, and then she looks up at me. Her eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them, and I look at her other hand between her own legs. “I don’t want to come in your mouth the first time,” I tell her, and then she slowly moves off my cock, and I think I’m going to get to finally sink inside her. But she just goes to the right and then licks my cock from the shaft to the tip and then taking the tip into her mouth, she sucks it in. She does it two more times, and I swear I feel my balls ​start to tighten. I know it’ll be one more time before I come on her face or in her mouth, and I don’t want to do that. I move back, and she moans.

  With my hand in her hair, I guide her up to me slowly and then tilt her head back and attack her neck. “I said I want to come in you,” I whisper to her. “Me planted all the way in you.” Her eyes close, and I know she’s still playing with herself. My hand finds hers, and she is slowly rubbing her own clit. I bring her hand to my mouth and suck off her two fingers in my mouth, tasting her again.

  “You are wearing too much clothes,” she says. “I want to see you naked.” My hand releases her hair as her fingers pull my tie loose and drop it to our feet. Her tiny delicate fingers open one button at a time, and it’s agony. I just want to rip them open and toss her on the bed. “Next time,” she says with a smirk, “how about you just wear a sweater like me,” she says and peels the sweater over her head, and I step back. Her body is so defined and perfect. My cock gets even harder, and right now, I think I’m going to fucking come without her even touching me. I bend my head, taking one of her pink pebbled nipples into my mouth, and she moans as her hand lowers to my cock. I do the same thing with the other nipple, and this time, her hand squeezes my cock. Her nipple slips off my tongue while I moan. “I thought you wanted to come in me?” I rip my shirt off now, and the remaining five buttons go flying.

  I push my pants down my legs, kicking off my socks and shoes at the same time. “Oh my God,” she whispers, then steps to me. Her finger tracing across my ribs where my tattoo is.

  Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I can, And the wisdom to know the difference.

  She leans down and kisses me right there, and then she looks up at me, and I push the hair away from her face and kiss her lips. I back her ​up until her knees hit the bed. “Condom,” I tell her and turn to go to my pants. She stops me, her hand grabbing my arm.

  “How long?” she asks.

  “Since I’ve been recovering,” I tell her. “The same day.”

  “I’m clean,” she says, and I know what she’s saying. “And I’m on the pill.” So I turn back to her and pick her up and place her in ​the middle of the bed. She opens her legs for me, and I see her glistening pussy waiting for me.

  I get on the bed on my knees in the middle of her legs. “Are you sure?” I tell her, and she doesn’t answer me. Instead, she takes my cock in her hand and rubs it up and down, then positions it at her entrance.

  “I’m sure,” she says, and I lean down on my arms and take her mouth at the same time that I slide into her. Feeling everything, every single thing, I let go of her mouth so I can moan. The feeling of her snug around me has me throwing my head back at the same time as she arches her back. I lean down and suck on her neck, my cock coming out of her. Then my hips move on their own, pounding into her.

  Her hips move higher on my hips, and I slip in deeper. “Viktor,” she pants, and I move one of her legs to my shoulder and then slam into her. So fucking deep and so fucking hard, my balls slap her ass. I stop and look to make sure she is okay, but she just lifts her hips to get me moving again. “Harder,” she says, and I don’t go easy on her. I wanted to slow it down. I wanted to cherish every single minute, but she doesn’t let me. “Harder,” she keeps saying, and I watch her eyes roll back when I don’t go easy. Her hand slides between us, and she starts to move it over her clit in frantic circles. “Don’t stop,” she says, and I couldn’t even if I wanted to. “Don’t stop,” she says again and again as I watch her pussy take my cock. “I’m there,” she says, and I know she’s there because her pussy has become like a vise. I can’t even take it all out anymore. I only take a couple of inches out and continue pounding into her. My balls ​start to get tight ​at the same time as she moans out my name, and her eyes find mine, and she comes all over my cock. Her pussy gets tighter and wetter than before, and I slam into her one more time, and I come ​at the same time she squeezes my cock again.

  I lean down and take her mouth and turn to the side, so I don’t squash her. “That was …” I say, my chest rising and falling.

  “That was good. Let’s do it again,” she says and leans up, kissing my neck. “I mean, you’re still in me.” I shake my head. Only she would get me to have the orgasm of my life and then laugh.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Zoe

  “Zoe,” Viktor hisses while I sink down on his cock with his hands on my hips. We just got out of the shower, and he worked me up so m
uch, I thought I was going to combust. I didn’t even dry off when we came out, and I thought about pushing him down on the cold floor, but instead, I dragged him to the bed and pushed him down on the bed, wet and everything. I didn’t care; the only thing I could think of was having him in me.

  “Yes,” I hiss when I finally have him all in me. We’ve already had sex four times since this morning, and it’s now almost after seven. We did nap, but that ended with him slipping into me from the side when he woke up with me grinding on his cock.

  He ​doesn’t say anything ​to me as I ride him, his hands moving to my bouncing tits. He lets me lead this time. I put my hand down on his chest as my hips move up and down on him. My face next to his as I have my way with him. His hands roaming from my tits to my ass. “Fuck,” he says as my pace picks up. “Slow down, I’m going to come.”

  “No,” I pant out. “I’m almost there,” I tell him. He licks his finger the whole time his eyes remain locked with mine, and then he slips it between my legs and plays with my clit. It is all I needed to push me over the edge. He watches me as I come on his cock, Waiting, I can see his eyes getting dark, so dark they look black. My hips move slower now, but his cock is still hard like a rock.

  “You done?” he asks. I move my head over and bite his lower lip, and that is the end of him waiting. In one fluid motion, he pulls me off his cock and flips me over, standing behind me now. He grabs my hips and slams into me. My face to the bed, my ass in the air as he slams into me ​over and over again. I’ve never wanted it as hard in my life, and I’ve never craved it this much. It’s never enough; he ​doesn’t say anything and neither do I. I just ride the wave ​over and over again, and when he tells me he’s coming, I wait for it, and he doesn’t disappoint. He slams into me so hard that if his hands weren’t holding my hips, I would fly off the bed. “Jesus Christ,” he finally says, panting, and I giggle. He playfully smacks my ass, and I look over my shoulder at him. “Don’t give me that look. I need to hydrate, and you need to put some clothes on.”

  I shake my head and sigh when he finally steps back, and his cock slips out of me. He walks back into the bathroom, and I hear the water running. I turn on my back and see that we’ve left puddles of water all over my floor when I pulled him to the bed. He comes back out with a white rag and looks at me. “Let me clean you,” he says, and I close my knees and sit up.

  “I can clean myself,” I tell him, and he laughs, handing me the rag. I walk back into the bathroom to, then grab a towel to mop up the water in the bathroom. I’m surprised when he’s already cleaning up the water in the bedroom, and he’s wearing his boxers.

  “Thank you,” I tell him, and he comes over to me and kisses me on my lips.

  “You have a rash all over your face,” he says, and I have no doubt I have little red marks from his face. “I’ll shave.”

  “No,” I tell him and then look down at his boxers. “Are you leaving?”

  “Yes,” he says, and my heart sinks just a little. “We both are, so pack a bag.”

  I cross my arms over my chest. “Excuse me?”

  “I have to go to my place, and you can’t come naked, and you aren’t coming home, so pack a bag,” he says as if he just didn’t order me to do something.

  “Did you just order me to pack a bag?” I ask him, and he grabs his pants.

  “I can pack one for you if you want,” he tells me, sitting down and putting on his pants. “Just get dressed and I’ll throw something in a bag.”

  “Did it ever occur to you to ask me to come?” I tilt my head and go into the closet and put on a bra and panties set. “What if I’m busy, or I have work to do?”

  “Then you bring it with you,” he says, grabbing his shirt off the floor and buttoning only the top half of it. “Either way it ends with you coming with me.”

  “Again,” I say, “did it occur to you to ask me?”

  “It did,” he says, smiling, and then I look at him confused. “Right before”—he points at the bed—“I said are you sure about this.”

  “That was during sex,” I say, throwing up my hands. “How does it mean you tell me I’m coming to your house?”

  “Do you think that the first night we finally sleep together I would go home without you?” he asks, shaking his head. “Now do you want me to pack, or do you want to do it?”

  “I can’t believe I’m actually entertaining this,” I say, turning to go in the closet and grabbing the bag. I mean, who am I kidding? I would have gone anyway, but he could have asked.

  I feel him behind me, and his hand comes up to cup my breast. “I really like this bra,” he says softly. “And I’m happy you’re coming home with me.” His head comes down, and he kisses my neck softly. “Don’t forget to pack stuff for tomorrow and Sunday.”

  “How long am I coming over?” I ask him, turning my head and kissing his lips.

  “We’ll see. Worst case, we can come back here on Monday.” I kiss him. “I’ll go order a car,” he says, walking out, and I do what I’m told. I pack a bag with clothes until Tuesday. I grab my laptop and planner, and I walk downstairs. “He should be here in five minutes,” he says from the doorway. We walk out of my house and into the car, holding hands and then do the same thing once we get to his house. He orders food while he makes space for my stuff in his closet.

  We eat at the table and clean up together, and when I slide into bed wearing one of his T-shirts, I have to say today’s been one of my favorite days ever. He slides into bed next to me, wearing boxers, and grabs me, pulling me to him. We ​start kissing, and just like ​that, we are both naked again. I straddle him again, and this time, I lean in and kiss his tattoo.

  “When did you get this?” I ask him, and he looks down.

  “Two days after I took control of everything,” he says, looking down at it. “I repeat those words every single day at least once. Figured seeing it would help the journey.”

  I look down and trace the letters with my finger. He grabs my face with his hands, and we make love. Slowly, slower than before, and we do it while kissing the whole time. When I fall asleep in his arms, it’s the most peaceful sleep I’ve ever had.

  I wake up to the empty bed in the morning, and when I reach out my hand and feel the bed, it’s still warm. A little light comes in from the shades. I stretch and then grab his T-shirt that got tossed during our last round of sex. I walk into the hallway and see him there at the island sitting on a stool drinking his coffee. “Morning,” I say, going to him and kissing him on his shoulder.

  “Morning, baby,” he says, looking at me with a smile on his face. “Did you sleep well?”

  I nod at him and walk into the kitchen and make myself a coffee. “Did you sleep okay?” I ask him, and he just nods.

  “Better than ever,” he says, and then I smile at him.

  “What are you doing?” I ask him, looking at his computer in front of him.

  “I’m going to email Candace a couple of things, and then I want to attend a meeting,” he tells me. “You want to come with me?” he asks me. “I have to get to the rink by four, so I wanted to hit one at around tenish,” I look over at the clock and see that it’s just past eight. “Want to get some breakfast before?”

  “Yeah,” I say and take a sip of coffee. We walk out of the house holding hands and then eat at this little diner next to his house.

  “Are you nervous?” he asks as we head to the meeting.

  “A little bit,” I tell him the truth. “I don’t know what to expect.”

  “It’s easy,” he says, and then brings our hands to his mouth and kisses my fingers. “Relax.”

  We walk through the door on the side of the building and then down the stairs. It smells old and stale, and when we walk into the room, I see a circle of chairs. Some have ​already been taken. “Maybe …” I tell him, and then I stop talking when he sits down and nods at the guy next to him.

  “See you brought a friend,” he tells him and then smiles at me. “I’m Patrick
. Welcome.”

  “Zoe,” I say, reaching out to shake his outstretched hand. “I’m excited to be here.”

  He leans into Viktor and laughs. “It shows she isn’t in recovery.” My eyes open wider, and my stomach sinks. “I’m just playing with you,” he says, laughing, and I shake my head.

  A couple of more people come in and sit down, and Patrick greets everyone. They go person by person, and their stories hit ​really close to home. The struggles that everyone goes through. The darkness and the dread. I ​reach out and hold his hand so tight during it all, I don’t know if I hurt him or not.

  “My name is Viktor,” he starts. “I’ve been clean now for almost ten months.” I look at him and beam with pride. “Today was the first time I didn’t think about the drug when I woke up.”

  My eyes never leave his. “It’s been less and less as the time has been going on, but I didn’t even think about it when I was making my coffee.” People clap and then I look down, trying to blink away the tears. “I mean, it’s not every day, but today, it was really, really good.”

  I look at him and smile, and he just looks down. When it’s over, I say goodbye to Patrick, and then we walk out. He looks at me. “You okay?”

  “Yes,” I tell him, not wanting to burden him, but then I stop. “No, I’m not. I’m angry that you struggle every single day. I’m angry that everyone in there”—I point at the church—“struggles every day.”

  “Hey,” he says, coming close to me. “That struggle led me here. That struggle made me see what type of man I want to be, so don’t be angry.” He takes my face in his hands. “And that struggle led me to you, so I’ll struggle every single day if it means I end up in this place right here.” He kisses me.