Page 117 of Wild Thing
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Saturday
Looking back, it's jarring to remember how the day started compared to how it ended.
The morning sunshine streamed in through the windows, casting a beautiful golden glow across the hotel bed.
Brax was sleeping soundly beside me.
We came back to The Dalton late the night before, indulging in room service and having non-stop sex.
The first fuck back at the hotel was hard, passionate and fast. Like the few hours it had been since we'd had sex on the beach had been too long.
The second time was slow and romantic. Probably what you’d classify as love-making. It felt like we'd fucked on a spiritual level.
I replayed the moment he told me he loved me over and over again. And that had done something to my insides that I couldn’t explain. If I had any doubts about how he felt, they were all but gone.
It didn't occur to me then, but I hadn't said it back.
Our final night together was here. Both of us were attending the Building and Design Expo gala dinner, but we would be seated at different tables. Brax was assigned to the Omega table, while I would be with my work colleagues.
The rules were unspoken, but clear: we would have to pretend to be nothing more than professional acquaintances.
We knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Brax and I were committed to each other, if only in secret.
I rolled over and stared at him, the sheets only just covered his strong hips.
His tattooed chest expanded with each inhale and exhale. Each breath brought the brutal imagery of apex predators with viking weaponry to life.
Some would find him terrifying.
I found him heavenly.
Tattooed on his arms were galaxies, lyrics from songs, symbols like lightning bolts, anchors, and diamonds. He really was a walking work of art.
I yanked the sheets down over his hips.
Gently, I dragged one of my nails on his chest, all the way down to his thickness and brought his dick towards my mouth.
I sank down between his legs as he stirred, blood already rushing, making him harder by the second. I licked up and down his shaft, before wrapping my lips around his tip.
He groaned, his eyes opening in surprise.
His first words of the day were, "Holy shit."
Slowly, I awakened his body.
With his cock in my mouth, I dug my nails into his chest and felt him shudder. He grabbed my head in both hands, and gently pumped himself into my mouth.
I slid one of my hands down between my legs.
Brax saw I was touching myself and motioned for me to sit on him.
He didn’t need to ask me twice.
I crawled up his body like a spider, dragging my hardened nipples along his legs, then chest, before dropping them into his mouth.
He caressed me gently, softly licking and sucking my nipples.
