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“Did I do something wrong?”

“Absolutely not,” he said, setting his hand on Merrick’s thigh and sliding it upward. “You did everything right. You were perfect, and I want to reward you for it.”

“A reward.”

“A reward,” he confirmed. “And if you tell me to stop, I stop. I won’t go hard on you.”

“I don’t want you to hold back,” Merrick said quickly, frown pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“I won’t,” he promised. “That doesn’t mean I want to go hard. I want to give you exactly what we both need.”

“Yes, please,” Merrick whispered.

“Strip,” he commanded, holding out his hand after Merrick took off his shirt. He spread it out on the couch beside his leg, hoping it would be enough to keep Merrick from making a mess of the couch. Wilder wasn’t sure, though, if he wanted Merrick over his lap or beside it. One position would allow Merrick to suck him off, the other would position Merrick’s cock snug between Wilder’s thighs.

Both, he decided.

Merrick stood before him completely naked, his cock bobbing and leaking already.

“Put yourself over my lap,” Wilder instructed, spreading his legs a little wider. “Notch yourself…yeah. Just like that. See? You’re a natural.”

Merrick was massive, his muscular body bent over Wilder’s with the slightest hitch in his hips that shoved his ass into the air. And what a gorgeous ass it was. Wilder smoothed his hands over the backs of Merrick’s thighs and the delicate place they met his ass. Merrick shivered and buried his face against the arm of the couch.

“I don’t know what to do with my hands,” he muttered.

“Nothing,” Wilder said, reaching down and spreading his fingers around Merrick’s wrists. He pinned the other man down to the couch, making a mental note about the way Merrick’s hips thrust downward at the restriction, chasing friction.

He rubbed Merrick’s ass a little rougher, warming up his skin and ignoring the way Merrick moaned, because if Wilder paid attention to it, all they would do was fuck and fuck and fuck. Wilder teased Merrick with forceful grabs and pulls of his skinuntil it was almost too much for Wilder himself to bear, and then he lifted his hand and brought it back down.

The sound of skin against skin cracked loudly through Wilder’s living room and the silence that followed was just as heavy. Wilder left his hand in place, waited, watched Merrick’s body for any tells. Between his thighs, Merrick’s cock pulsed. Wilder spanked the other cheek, then went back to the first for three quick strikes.

“Merrick?”

“I like it,” he said quickly, voice ragged.

“Okay. Then I’ll start.”

CHAPTER 11

Merrick

Merrick’s assached and Wilder hadn’t even done much. He wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last on Wilder’s lap. His cock was another issue, hard enough to cut glass if given the chance, smearing precum all over Wilder’s thighs. Merrick didn’t know what he’d really expected after their talk earlier in the week, but it certainly wasn’t this. It wasn’t this barely restrained pleasure beneath his skin, the tension in the air between the place where Wilder’s hand connected with the backs of his thighs.

“You know you deserve this right?” Wilder asked him quietly, fingertip tracing out the scooped curve of Merrick’s ass cheek. “You deserve this for being so good earlier and telling me all about your day. You said everything you wanted to say, and I loved that. I appreciate that you care enough to share your mind with me. You know that, right?”

Merrick stretched out his fingers, scrabbling at the couch, but Wilder didn’t let go of his wrists. He pushed down harder, reminding both of them he had Merrick pinned. Merrick was desperate for something he didn’t have the words to explain, let alone the comprehension to understand.

“Merrick?” he prompted. “Do you hear me?”

“I hear you.”

“Do you deserve this?”

“What if it hurts?” he whispered.

“Then you cry,” Wilder said simply. “Or you tell me to stop. Whichever feels right for you.”

He applied the barest amount of pressure to Merrick’s ass. “Do you want me to stop?”