Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

That breathy little giggle she makes is music to my fucking ears. I’d sell my soul to hear that more often.

“What are you doing?” she says in a low voice, the soft, minty puff of every word brushing against my cheek. I turn my face up to hers while my heart clashes against the cage of my ribs. I drink her in. Pert lips. Wide eyes. Full cheeks. Fucking perfect from head to toe. “What I should have done months ago” is all I say. Then I grip the back of her neck, drag her mouth to mine, and kiss her.

“Oh,” she whimpers, head tipping back as her hips rock forward. My knuckles bend, pressing into her. Teasing her. Easily finding her clit through the fabric. “Is that all? Oh?” I ask, circling now, watching a flush creep up her chest and over her throat. “Yes,” she says, chin dropping back down as she presses her pussy against my hand. I draw it away with a knowing smirk. “Yes, what, Gwen? I’m going to need you to use your words. Because I’m about to snap and fuck you right here in this plane, but I need to know you want it first.”

YES SIR

“Like that?” she asks, dropping herself onto my fingers again, a rush of wetness surging from her tight pussy. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”

“Good. Come on my fingers. Then I’ll make you come while you ride my cock.” Her eyes go wide now, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Here?” I lean in closer, trailing kisses up the side of her neck, my tongue darting out to taste her sweet skin. When I reach her ear, I return the favor and bite down on the lobe. “Yeah. And then at home. In my bed. In my shower. Bent over the balcony with a view of the lake. God, I’ve dreamed of this ass.”

A FUCKING MANNNN

My head falls back, and I groan. “Lose the fucking jeans, Gwen,” I bite out, trying to hang on to some shred of control. “Or what?” she taunts, twisting her grip again and giving me her best bratty look. “Or I’m going to blow all over your hand instead of in your tight little cunt.”

She hooks a finger under the waist, ready to pull them off too, but I reach forward to stop her. “Leave ’em. I can’t wait. I’ll pull them to the side.”

“Tight as fuck,” I grit out, moving my hips in tandem with hers. “I love you like this.” “Like what?” she murmurs, entranced. “All mine.” Our eyes meet in the dim cockpit. “I am.” And fuck, it’s music to my ears. “Mine,” I repeat, increasing the speed of my shallow thrusts.

YESSS THIS IS WHAT I FUCKING LOVE

“Atta girl,” I whisper as I press my fingers to her clit. I feel her shiver and smile against her neck. Then my opposite hand grips her shoulder and takes control of the motion. I grit out, “Take. It. All,” as I shove her down in one rough motion. Impaling her as she shatters. Pushing her over the edge on a loud cry.

It reminds me of that night on the moving walkway in the airport, when he propped his hands on his knees, bent over, and laughed so hard that he could barely breathe. I hadn’t realized then what a special moment that was. I hadn’t realized that he didn’t create a lot of room in his life for laughter. I do now, though. So I watch him. I admire him. I laugh along with him. My chest swells until it feels so full that it could burst.

I don’t think he realizes how good he makes me feel in all the most simple ways. The way he mends my wounds without even trying.

He kisses me back, so full of longing that it makes my chest ache. “Thank you,” I whisper, pulling away slightly. “I needed that.” He plants one more quick, firm kiss against my lips, and then another, like he just can’t help himself. Like he just can’t get enough. His eyes trace mine, dropping to my mouth, and then back up. When he looks at me like this, I feel like I might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. I feel like I’m his.

“The only thing I’ve been able to think about is that I don’t want him so much as looking at what’s mine.”

“Bash, I am going to lose my fucking mind if you don’t put your mouth on me.” This time, when I push my fingers in, I twist. A shiver racks her body. I know I’m driving her wild and I could not care less. Just watching the way she reacts gets me off. “Frustrating, isn’t it? Try being me, having to live in the same house as you while you traipse around in those flimsy fucking leggings, Gwen. Been dreaming of this pretty little cunt for months, so you’re just going to have to suffer while I take my time enjoying it.”

“Look at you. Delicious. So fucking tight,” I growl as I reach down with my opposite hand to adjust myself in my pants. “So fucking wet.” I shake my head in disbelief. As though I can’t quite believe I’m here. With her. “You have no idea what you do to me.” I push my fingers back in and almost blow my load as I watch her take me. “Fucking made for me, baby.”

I don’t even know where to look first. That face. That mouth. That ass. Do I take a step back and enjoy a panoramic view of her bent over for me while the sun sets beyond her? I feel like a goddamn kid at a fair. Overstimulated. Not sure which ride to take first.

“Then hurry, I’m so close,” she murmurs, reaching one hand down between her legs and making a show of playing with herself. My lungs seize and my head tips back as I let out a rough, “Fuuuccckkk.” Because this is not making me want to hurry. It’s making want to take a seat and watch. So I do. I retreat a few steps, plunk down in my favorite chair. Gripping the armrests, I take in the view. Her pale skin seems to catch the fiery pink and orange hues slashing across the sky. “Come for me, Gwen,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “Let me watch.”

“Fuck, fuck!” she cries out again, and it’s too loud. I reach forward, cupping a hand over her mouth. “Gwen, baby, I need you to be quiet. You can scream for me later. But right now, I need you to shut your mouth and take this cock like the good girl I know you can be.”

I feel the rush that comes when I’m close to finishing. The desperation. The single-minded focus. “I’m fucking obsessed with you. Do you know that?”

“I’m going to fill you up so full, Gwen.”

“Fuck me…that was⁠—” “Just the beginning,” I finish for her before dropping a kiss to her back.

I look her over, knowing that she’s exactly what I’ve needed. I’ve been living with a dark shadow covering everything around me, and along comes Gwen, peeling it away, letting all that light in. With her, the world looks so different. So much better. For the first time in years, I feel excited about the future. With her, anything is possible.

We settle on the name Sly because she thinks it suits his mischievous nature and I think it sounds kind of badass. Because if I’m about to become a raccoon dad, you’d better believe it’s going to be the coolest raccoon that anybody’s ever known.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, watching the silhouette of his head move across my chest, lips dragging reverently over my collarbone. “Admiring you.” His words come out quiet, raspy, heartachingly tender. “You looked so fucking pretty. Sleeping in my bed, all these delicious curves on display. I couldn’t help myself.”

I shoot him a sultry wink. “Gotta keep you coming back for more.” He sobers for a beat. “I’m never going to get enough. I can promise you that much. I’ll always be coming back to you.”

“You’re such a filthy little tease. And it’s hot as hell, baby. Never change.”

“This hot little mouth.” He thrusts again, my cheeks hollowing out as he does. “Un-fucking-beatable.”

“If you think I’m going to stand here and let you talk about her like that, you’ve got another thing coming. So watch your damn mouth.”