Wilde Fire (Forever Wilde 3)

“Missed you,” I murmured. He shifted under me, and I lay down on top of him, leaning in to press my lips to his and take the kiss I’d been craving all day. Other than the fire call earlier, I hadn’t seen him in three days because of our schedules and my time spent working on building a birdhouse with Tisha now that she was out of school for the summer.

I felt his hands come around me and immediately squeeze my ass, pulling our cocks together in a slow grind. Otto smelled like the shower he must have taken when he got home, but when I heard his stomach growl, I knew he’d waited for me to get here before eating dinner.

“You hungry?” I asked between kisses.

“Starving.”

“Want me to cook?”

“No food, just you in my mouth,” he groaned against the skin of my jaw.

I reached between us and did my best to unfasten my uniform shirt and pull it off before chucking it away. I sensed Otto’s hands undoing the Kevlar vest next and felt the cool relief of it being removed from the damp undershirt below. After peeling that one off too, I was finally bare chested and able to appreciate Otto’s air conditioning on my skin.

“Ahh. God, so much better.”

His hands came up to rub through my damp chest hair, and his grin was self-satisfied. “Agreed. So much better.”

I tugged off his T-shirt and ran my hands across the rounded curves of his broad shoulders and biceps before moving to unfasten his fly. “Pants off. Naked time.”

His grin got wider, all teeth and promise. “I love naked time with you, Sheriff.”

I continued unfastening his pants until I had to stand to remove my own and yank down his.

My eyes bugged out.

“No underwear? Naughty, naughty Wilde Man.”

I rewarded his commando decision with a few licks to his hard length while reaching down to cup his balls and tug on them a little. His gasp and subsequent moans jacked me up even more. My cock was dripping all over his leg.

I pulled off his dick and looked up at him. “I want to fuck you over the back of this couch.”

Otto’s pupils blew and his breathing sped up. “Hell, yes.” He scrambled up and turned around to hug the back of the couch, presenting me with the most fuckable ass in Texas. “Lube in coffee table drawer,” he grunted.

I squeezed an ass cheek with one hand while reaching for the drawer with my other. I knew full well where the lube was. This wasn’t our first living room rodeo. We’d had so much sex in the past month, it was a wonder we hadn’t burned our dicks clean off from overuse.

Once I had a finger full of slick, I ran it down his crease to his hole and popped it right in. I’d been spending so much time with my fingers in his ass lately, there wasn’t much need for prep. Most of the time it was a combination of fingers and mouth since he was usually the one fucking me when we had anal sex, but every now and again, something seemed to come over him and he wanted me inside him.

I wasn’t complaining.

I loved having sex with Otto any way and every way imaginable. There was nothing the two of us could do together naked that wouldn’t excite me. I still felt unusually lucky every time he chose to be with me, and part of me worried it was all going to come to a horrible end one day.

It didn’t take long before I lubed myself up and knelt behind him, aiming my dick toward his hole and grabbing onto his hips as I pushed in.

One of Otto’s hands came back to clutch mine, and I intertwined our fingers before squeezing him in reassurance. “I love you,” I whispered behind his ear before dropping kisses there and tilting my hips more.

He gasped at the invasion and pushed back slightly to take more.

“Seth,” he breathed.

“Mm.” I licked the salty skin of his neck and nibbled along one of the tendons down the back of his neck. “God, you taste so good and feel so tight around my cock, Otto.”

“Seth.” His hand gripped mine as his other steadied him against the back of the couch as I picked up the pace of my thrusts. “Fuck, yes.”

I ran my free hand down the muscular, inked plane of his back and finished with a squeeze to a rounded cheek. I pulled the cheek to the side so I could see my cock sliding in and out of his stretched entrance.

“Jesusfuckingchrist, Otto,” I murmured. “God, that’s hot.”

I rubbed a thumb at the top of his crease, a spot I knew he loved to have me tease.

“Mm-hm, like that. Just like that, baby,” he said, almost to himself. He seemed to be in the zone and feeling nothing but pleasure. I reached around to grab his erection, pressing my entire front against his back before stroking him off.