Page 56 of Merrick

Right before seven, Wilder stepped into the shower and started the tedious work of prepping himself for Merrick. It was a work night and he couldn’t be up too late, but he still had big plans that involved thoroughly wrecking the both of them before the night was through. Merrick cleaned himself out and went into the bedroom, not bothering with clothes, though he did situate himself back into the leather harness he’d had on the night they met. He texted Merrick to let him know the door was unlocked, then set his phone to do not disturb.

Wilder debated pulling out the ball gag, but decided it would be better to play that one by ear after Merrick’s arrival. Instead, he laid down on his back with his legs bent and knees spread, and then Wilder took his time with himself. It had been months—at least—since he had played with himself for pleasure, not for purpose. He fingered his asshole open with slick fingers, his only interest stretching himself for Merrick’s cock. He wasn’t trying to edge himself; he didn’t want to come. With three fingers in his asshole, Wilder’s thighs began to quake and he switched out his hand for a plug.

The sensation of being constantly filled was so different from the act of sex. Wilder leaned his head against the wall and breathed through the gentle, rolling tide of arousal that hit him whenever he moved and the plug weighed against his prostate. He made a tight tunnel around his dick with both hands and fucked into it, closing his eyes and fantasizing about what it would feel like to top Merrick. And that was how Merrick found him, head thrown back and jaw slack, his dick in his hands and his heels digging into the sheets.

“Please tell me you’re ready,” Merrick said from the doorway.

Wilder looked up in time to see Merrick tossing his clothes onto the floor and stalking toward the bed. He was hard as a rock, stroking himself as he situated himself between Wilder’s legs and buried his face into the crook of Wilder’s neck.

“Please tell me I can put my cock inside of you,” Merrick whispered, exhaling before adding a quiet and unsteady, “Sir.”

“Make me come,” he ordered, and then the plug was out of him. He was flipped onto his stomach and Merrick pushed into him with one smooth snap of his hips. The first thrust fucked the air right out of his lungs, and Merrick showed no signs of slowing. He used Wilder’s harness for leverage, pressing Wilder into the bed and fucking him like both of their lives depended on it.

Wilder couldn’t catch his breath. He rubbed his face against the sheets, giving himself over entirely to the rough and immediate way Merrick wanted to fuck him. Merrick grabbed his hips, lifted his stomach off the bed and thrust back in. It was a wonder Wilder hadn’t come yet, but the sensation of Merrick’s body inside of him was almost too good, too overwhelming.

“Tell me I can come inside of you,” Merrick begged, the words almost lost against the sound of their sweaty skin slapping together.

“Not yet.”

Merrick groaned, fingers digging into Wilder’s waist.

Wilder shoved his hand between his body and the bed, fucking his fist and thinking again about what it would be like to top Merrick. With Merrick’s breathy grunts filling the room, it was an easier sell, and Wilder came hard and fast, painting the sheets with hot jets of cum. His dick pulsed in his hand, still hard and still slick from his earlier foreplay.

“Now?”

“Not yet,” he gritted out, forcing his shoulder back and into Merrick’s chest.

Merrick fell onto his back and Wilder shoved himself between Merrick’s legs, hoisting his knees toward his ears and burying his face between Merrick’s ass cheeks. He tongued and licked Merrick’s hole, adding one finger and then two.Merrick’s body gripped and squeezed him until Wilder worried his knuckles were going to crack.

“I want you so much,” Merrick murmured. “Sir, I…”

“What?”

“Not like this. Not now.”

Wilder eased his fingers out and covered Merrick’s body with his own, slanting their mouths together and kissing them both back to sanity.

“What do you need?” he whispered.

“I want to come inside of you,” Merrick said. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. I don’t know how I made it through the rest of the afternoon without it.”

“I can still taste myself in your mouth.”

Merrick groaned. “I’ve tasted you all day. All I’ve thought of is?—”

Wilder straddled Merrick and sank back down onto his dick, shivering as his body again adjusted to the stretch. “Touch me.”

Merrick made a loose fist around Wilder’s cock, giving him the barest tease of friction while Wilder rode him toward an orgasm. It came quicker than he expected, and Merrick shuddered beneath him, going still save for the squeeze of his fingers and the pulsing throb of Wilder’s cock. Wilder sank down and took as much of Merrick into him as he could manage, clenching as Merrick came inside of him for the first time. He stayed upright until Merrick went soft, sliding out of him with a wet pop. Wilder rolled onto his side and curled Merrick into his arms, kissing Merrick’s forehead and temple while both of them came down from the high of their coupling.

“Everything is so easy with you,” Merrick murmured. “When you hurt me. When you make me feel good. It all makes sense.”

Wilder hummed his agreement, eyes heavy with the need for sleep. He struggled out of his harness, not quite willing to let Merrick go to make it easy. They fell asleep like that, tangledtogether and covered in the proof of how perfect they were for each other.

Wilder woke up the next morning to the sound of his alarm and a cold pillow where Merrick’s head should be. He yawned and stretched, expecting to find the smell of coffee or breakfast, but none of the familiar scents of the morning reached his nose. With a groan, Wilder climbed out of bed and grabbed a pair of pajamas from the dresser, stumbling into them on his way out of the bedroom.

He found Merrick in the kitchen, naked with his hands braced against the edge of the counter and his chin tucked toward his chest. There were two mugs out of the cabinet and beside the coffee pot, but no coffee scooped or brewed. Merrick was lost in thought, startling when Wilder cleared his throat. He turned quickly, eyes wide like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“What’s wrong?” Wilder asked.