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“I do,” he said. “I mean, I think so.”

Wilder arched a brow.

“Yes, please. Sir.”

“That’s better.” Wilder traced his tongue across the front of his teeth and beckoned Merrick closer. “Are you ready to go home, then?”

“More than.”

They said their goodbyes to Roland and Donny, then headed for Merrick’s car around the corner. When they reached the parking lot, Wilder opened the door for him but boxed Merrick in before he could sink into the seat.

“I am so proud of you,” Wilder said against his mouth.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“A lie.”

“Wouldn’t have,” he corrected.

Wilder put an inch of space between them. “Maybe so. Get in.”

Merrick got into the car and buckled up, drumming his fingers against the center console while Wilder walked around to the driver’s side. He was desperate to get home, to get out of hisclothes, to get inside of Wilder’s tight hole. What he got instead was the slam of a car door, and the quick work of Wilder’s fingers between his legs.

“What are?—”

He couldn’t get the words out before Wilder’s mouth sealed around his burning hot and engorged cock. He’d been so hard for so long, the cock ring was excruciating. Wilder’s mouth did nothing to help his pain, and before he could stop himself, he had his hands in Wilder’s hair and his hips off the seat.

“Settle,” Wilder warned, pushing him back down.

Merrick felt the cold cut of Wilder’s teeth, and he sank as low into the seat as he could manage.

“Just needed to taste you,” Wilder murmured, sucking him in earnest until Merrick began to babble nonsensically.

He heard the words coming out of his own mouth, the declarations of submission and love, the promises for their future, for a thousand more sunsets. When Wilder popped the snap on Merrick’s cock ring, there was no stopping his body from chasing after release. He fucked hard into Wilder’s throat, shooting his load against the roof of Wilder’s mouth with no warning at all.

Merrick blacked out, stars against the sides of his vision while he poured himself into Wilder’s hot and waiting throat. He felt like he came forever, waves of pleasure rolling over him one after another, a tide battering him and not letting him come up for air. He didn’t get a rest until Wilder took his mouth away, wiping his chin with his thumb. He crooked his finger and Merrick swayed into him, groaning when Wilder kissed hm and tongued Merrick’s own cum back into his mouth.

After a breathtaking kiss, Wilder pulled away and put the car into drive. He didn’t even bother to put Merrick’s still pulsing cock away, and Merrick didn’t know if he was supposed to touch himself or not. They were two blocks down the road whenWilder glanced at him from the corner of his eye, expression unamused.

“You didn’t ask if you could come.”

“I’m sorry.” Merrick thumped his head against the headrest. “I’m sorry, Sir. I couldn’t stop it.”

“I wanted that cum elsewhere.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“How will you make it up to me?” Wilder asked, merging onto the freeway and heading south toward home.

“What?”

“How will you make it up to me?” Wilder repeated.

“How do you want me to make it up to you?”

Merrick closed his eyes, and Wilder said nothing to him for the rest of the drive. He was definitely in trouble but not in a serious way. Wilder wasn’t angry at him, but he was definitely going to make Merrick regret coming without permission. He tried to think of ways to apologize, but there was no way of telling what Wilder was in the mood for.

When they got back to the house and parked, Wilder still didn’t say anything to him. It wasn’t until they were inside with the door locked behind them that Wilder spoke to him again.