Accidentally Wild (The Wilder Brothers)

“Movie. Now,” he said sternly.

My eyes whipped back up to the screen and I felt him reach for something else. He shook the small container of sprinkles for my listening pleasure, then I felt small dabs of it against my skin. Oh, holy hell. He was coating the cherry juices with sprinkles. I felt them sliding into crevices and caverns of my body no food was every meant for, and when he settled it back down onto the ground I braced myself for his onslaught.

But nothing could have prepared me for the way he devoured my body.

“You’ll be my second bowl of dessert, Andrea.”

“Oh, fuck Everett. Holy shit,” I groaned.

“Mmm, so sweet for me.”

I panted and bucked as his hands splayed my legs wide open. His mouth encompassed the excess of my thighs, sucking and nibbling and lapping at my skin. The heat of his body was too much, and I knew I’d never be able to keep my eyes on the movie. My hand fisted his hair, guiding him to where I wanted him most. And he was more than willing to follow my movements. His tongue cleaned my thighs, licking them of their sticky juices and their melted sprinkles.

Then, his tongue slid between my pussy lips

“Oh shit! Everett!”

“I should do this combination more often,” he mumbled.

The vibrations of his voice ricocheted throughout my body. His hands bent my legs back, opening my bare pussy up to the entire room. The glare of the television blanketed our bodies while his tongue swirled around my clit. And my body jumped. Wiggled. Writhed for his viewing pleasure. His lips puckered around my swollen nub, sucking on it while juices ran down into my pussy. His tongue rushed down and lapped at the sweetened goodness, scooping me onto his tongue and making a show of swallowing me down loudly.

“Such a wonderful dessert,” he murmured.

He kissed my thighs, giving my body time to rest before he dove back in.

I bucked against his face. Coated his skin with tainted cherry juice as I rode his tongue. He flattened it against me. Stroked it against me. Slid it deep into my entrance and let my walls flutter around him. Electricity surged throughout my body, forcing sweat down my back as my toes curled. My ass jumped. My thighs contracted. I felt the whole of me soaring as he lapped at my pussy and backed off. Teased me until the point of no return before releasing me to my unfulfilled torture. It was sweet, sweet torture. The kind of torture I could handle for the rest of my life.

“Everett, please,” I breathed.

His movements stopped, and I whimpered at the loss of him.

“What did you say?” he asked.

I opened my eyes and looked down at him, taking in his glistening cheeks and his wet chin.

“I need to come for you. Will you let me come?” I asked.

A growl surrounded us before his fingertips pulled my pussy lips apart. He lapped up each side with his tongue, cleaning up the sweet, sweet mess he had made. My head fell back into the couch. Sweat permeated my brow. My hands weakened in his hair and they fell to my sides, no longer finding the energy to cling to him. Stars burst in my vision as his licking got closer. My hips rose to his face as his hands slid underneath my ass. He lifted my body to his mouth as if I were the last buffet he’d ever eat at, and he sank himself into me and shot me to the heavens.

Fire surged through my veins as my back arched, and seconds later I was coming on his face.

“Everett. Oh. Yes. Fuck. You. Feel. So—”

He hummed into my pussy, drinking down the fluids I had for him and feasting on my taste. I fell to the couch. My entire body shook with exhaustion. Everett kissed my thighs and massaged my hips where his hands had curled in tight. I gasped for breath. I felt his hands press into the couch at my sides before he planted his lips slowly onto mine.

And when he did, I felt myself come back to life.

I thrust myself into him, tackling him to the floor as our tongues connected. The sweetness of the sprinkles and the cherries and my juices… it was all too much for me. My legs quivered as I ri

pped his clothes from him, stripping him bare before ripping off my own shirt. I wanted to feel all of him. Kiss every part of him. I wanted to feel his naked body against mine all throughout the night.

But first, I wanted to return the favor.

I kissed down his neck and nipped at his shoulder, causing groans to fall from his lips. My tongue darted out, sliding down the chiseled divots of the strength of his muscles. I felt his cock jumping against me. I felt his legs parting to accommodate my body. I kissed down his chest. Down his abs. Down his pelvis. Until my nose nuzzled against his dripping cock and his hand found its way into the tendrils of my hair.

Then, I reached for the cherries.

I held the jar up, enjoying watching his reactions. He hissed when the cool juices hit the tip of his cock and slid down the sides. I coated him in it. Drenched his balls in it. He shook as his eyes darted from the jar to me, no longer knowing what to focus on. I put the jar down and grabbed the sprinkles, coating his dick in their sweet little chunks. And once I was done with my masterpiece, I settled between his legs and threaded our fingers together.