Page 28 of Merrick

“If you keep touching me…”

“I meant I want to feel it inside of me,” Wilder interrupted. “I want to feel it leak out of me in the middle of the night.”

Merrick’s cheeks burned, as if somehow the dirty talk from Wilder was the most embarrassing thing that had happened to him all night. Coming untouched all over the couch was certainly nowhere near the top of the list.

“I’ll come inside of you,” he offered, cock leaking more at the thought.

“You’ll get tested,” Wilder said, dragging his thumb across the top of Merrick’s slit. “And you’ll promise me you’re not fucking anyone else.”

“I will,” he answered. “I promise.”

“I will too,” Wilder said, softer than before. “How do you want me, then?”

“I don’t think I can move,” Merrick murmured.

Wilder chuckled and eased Merrick off of his lap until he was flat on his back on the couch. Merrick tried to arrange himself comfortably, but the upholstery hurt his ass and the backs of his thighs, and he grimaced, lifting off the couch with a groan.

“Are you good?”

“Am I bruised?” he asked.

“No.” Wilder held out a hand and helped Merrick to his feet. His knees trembled when he stood, but Wilder kept him steady.

“I’m not?”

“Maybe a few spots on accident, but…I should have asked you first if it was okay to mark you.”

“It’s okay,” he said quickly, which earned him an amused smile.

The two of them made their way down the hall to the bedroom and then Wilder pushed him down onto the bed.

“Is that better on your delicate skin?”

“I want you to bruise me.”

Wilder tugged his shirt off and tossed it onto the floor then went for his pants, discarding them into the pile. He kept on his underwear, even though Merrick could see the wet stain across the front.

“Yeah, but I want to come,” Wilder said, ignoring him with a jerk of his chin. “Sit against the headboard and keep yourself hard.”

A violent shock of arousal flared up Merrick’s spine, and he moved the pillows out of the way to make room at the top of the bed. Wilder grabbed lube and a condom from the nightstand and crawled onto Merrick’s lap. He put the condom on, a blessing since Merrick’s fingers were barely working. He poured lube over the top of Merrick’s knuckles. Merrick stroked himselfwet and slippery, fighting back his own pleasure when Wilder reached between his legs and pulled a plug out of his ass.

“Holy shit.”

Wilder arranged himself on Merrick’s lap and sank down with one easy glide, taking Merrick’s whole length on the first try. They both moaned, Wilder bracing himself with his hands above Merrick’s knees. God, Wilder knew how to fuck. Merrick had been consumed by it since the first night at Rapture and the newness was nowhere near wearing off.

“Talk to me,” Wilder rasped, righting himself and bringing their faces together. He curled his hand around the back of Merrick’s neck, holding him in place. He set a slow pace on Merrick’s lap, riding him like they had all the time in the world, and in some ways, Merrick supposed they did.

“I don’t know what to say,” he whispered, words caught in his throat.

There was a reason Merrick went for the gag. He didn’t want to talk during sex because he didn’t want to ruin it. He didn’t want to get distracted or spoil the mood for the person he was with, and he told Wilder as much, balancing his hands delicately on Wilder’s hips.

“The only way you could ruin this for me is by not doing what I ask of you. I want you to talk to me while I use you to get myself off, and then I’ll spank you hard enough you shut upandbruise.”

Merrick’s eyes rolled back in his head. He didn’t know what to say, but that hadn’t stopped him before. He started by detailing the way his body reacted when Wilder spanked him for the first time and ended with explaining the colors of the stars Wilder had made him see. He paused between words so he could listen to Wilder’s breath catch or so he wouldn’t miss a whimper, but as the minutes passed, it was harder and harder for him to keep himself going.

Words left him, and he dropped his head against the wall, giving himself entirely to the man on his lap who had taken over his body. Wilder came almost immediately after that, a hot spray of cum painting Merrick’s stomach.

“Come with me,” Wilder managed to force the words out as another spray of cum splashed across Merrick’s navel, and that was an instruction he’d have no problem taking to heart.