bonus chapter plus announcement :D Things get really steamy here so if you're not comfortable with that, just skip to the end where the announcement is made!

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The Exorcist.

That was Wilder's choice for the movie for our first official date. I was a little concerned about him.

I had watched it before with my sister. However, I had been unimpressed. Even though I hadn't watched the entire movie owing to the fact that I kept making commentary which made my sister throw me out of her room.

Sad memories.

The choice of the movie hardly mattered though. I was only concentrating on what was to come after that. 

Friday evening, I snuggled comfortably against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and feeling the gentle vibrations against my cheek. I loved being so close to him. Loved how his arm encircled around my waist, pulling me closer into him. I could smell his faint cologne and the seductive musk that was his own characteristic fragrance. My stomach twisted nervously.

"I kind of never understood why so many people were terrified of this," he said, shaking his head. "I mean...I guess it was something when it released. Not that any of the newer ones are any better, mind you."

I was barely listening to him, my eyes fixed on his mouth as it moved. I leaned to him and brushed my lips across his jaw. "I love how passionate you are about stuff."

He chuckled softly, turning to face me. "Yeah, stupid stuff no one really cares about."

I was insulted. "I care," I declared, nuzzling my nose against his. "I think it's sexy."

"Yeah?" he whispered, his eyes twinkling. He leaned towards me and kissed me. I kissed him back eagerly, caressing his face as he placed his hands on my waist, pulling me on top of him. Our mouths opened against each, our tongues entangling hotly. I straddled him as his hands grasped me and pulled me in closer till our bodies fit together perfectly. I could feel his hard, taut muscles against mine and desire burst in a fiery pit in my stomach.

"Wilder..." I whispered, slowly grinding against him. I sucked his bottom lip, pulling it out hungrily. His hand reached my back, knotting into my hair.

"Fuck...Ni-"

He stopped suddenly and I realized why.

"Raaaaaarrghh."

I turned my head towards the screen where the priest was now removing gross, green stuff that looked suspiciously like half-digested guacamole from his face. It took me a while to realize that the main girl who was possessed in the movie, had just thrown up icky green stuff on the priest.

"This...is a great movie to make out to," Wilder spoke softly before we burst out laughing. "You wanna take this upstairs?" he asked when we had finally calmed down. I could see the unspoken question in his eyes. 

Before I could stop myself from being a cringe-fest, I blabbed, "Are we going to have sex?"

He smiled softly before nodding. "Only if you want."

"Oh," I spoke, my cheeks burning. "Do you?"

"Yeah," he whispered, holding my chin and stroking his thumb over my bottom lip. "Very much."

I felt my stomach turn to mulch. Was I ready? I wasn't sure I would ever be. But with Wilder I wanted it. I wanted to share everything with him. "Okay."

He chuckled nervously, kissing the tip of my nose. "Let's go."

I leaned back from him and rose to my feet as he did the same. He reached for the remote, shutting the television off and grabbing my hand as he led me upstairs. Once we were inside his room, he shut the door, his mouth finding mine immediately. We chuckled as he pushed me against the door, our tongues reaching out to explore each other's mouth.

He pushed himself close to me and I did a double-take at how hard he already was. "Wilder..." I whispered softly against his mouth as he spread my legs apart, placing one of his between them, his knee on the wall as his mouth ravaged my skin with kisses. He trailed his mouth along my jaw, to my earlobe and nibbled it gently.

I was finding myself suddenly extremely nervous. His mouth was so eager, so hungry. My stomach knotted in anticipation. I was breathing hard by the time his mouth finally left my neck where he was sucking and nipping the skin and leaned back to look at me. "Are you nervous?"

I bit my lip. "Yeah."

He touched his forehead to mine, suddenly breathless. "Are you sure you want this, Nico? I don't want you to-"

I dispelled his questions by kissing him hard. I was nervous, yes. But it was a beautiful, anticipating nervousness. I knotted my fingers in his hair even as my heart thudded almost painfully. We moved towards his bed, our lips moving passionately. He turned me around, gently placing me on the bed as he got on top of me.

He nuzzled my neck as I hooked my legs around his waist, yearning for him to be closer. "Wilder," I moaned his name softly, feeling my skin blazing as his hot tongue trailed down my throat and to my neck. He reached for my t-shirt and tugged it off me, hovering on top of me as our eyes met again.

"Are you going to be on top?" I asked.

He was quiet as if thinking. "I want to, unless-?"

"No, it's okay," I said quickly. No way I was confident enough just yet. What if I messed up really bad and we were both traumatized?

"Okay," he said, biting his lip. I could see he looked as nervous as I felt. I reached for his t-shirt, taking it off him and immediately finding his hard body.

"You're so fucking sexy," I whispered, feeling his hot, firm skin.

"Mm? You spoil me with compliments, Nico." He grinned at me.

I giggled stupidly, feeling light-headed by his fragrance when he kissed me again. Again. Again. He chuckled. "Why the fuck are you laughing?"

I laughed harder. "I don't know."

He touched his forehead to mine. "You're a fucking doof, nugget."

I took a deep breath, grabbing on to his shoulders and gazing into his eyes. "Sorry. I...it just feels like a dream."

He leaned forwards and bit my lower lip, pulling it gently. "To me too."

I was quiet when he reached for the button of my jeans and undid it. His hands reached for the zipper, undoing it and discarding my jeans and underwear so I was naked. I felt my cheeks heating up. I had been naked with him before, but somehow, every sensation was electrified now that I knew where it would lead. He leaned back, mirroring his movements on his own jeans. I stared at him shamelessly as his entire form came into view.

He bit his lip, eyeing me nervously as he reached for my hand and placed it between his legs. "Touch me, Nico."

I nodded eagerly, stroking along his entire length that was suddenly scaring me. What if I messed up really bad and was unable to do it at all? I had done my research and thought I was ready. But somehow, now that it was actually happening, I felt like I was going to hyperventilate and die.

He was rock hard, seeming to grow bigger even while in my hand. He groaned in approval as I increased my pace, finding his lips on mine. He moved slowly against me, using my hand to pleasure himself as he moaned softly against my mouth.

He leaned back after a while, his eyes blazing with lust that tied my stomach into knots. "Um...what now?" I asked breathlessly.

He bit his lip, raking a hand through his hair. He leaned over and reached for the bedside table, opening the top drawer and fishing out a crinkly plastic and a small bottle from it.

"Oh," I bit my lip when realisation dawned over me. He opened the wrapper and slid the plastic on his throbbing erection after some struggle.

"Well, this is embarrassing," he admitted, his cheeks flushing. I giggled nervously and pulled him close, kissing the tip of his nose.

"I'll embarrass myself more very soon," I warned. "I guess, now you're going to make me..." I struggled to find more refined words, "moist."

He froze suddenly, his entire form shaking as he burst out laughing. "Moist?"

I felt my face flaming as I realized how stupid I had sounded. I tore my eyes away from his twinkling ones and instead gazed at the wall, waiting to combust into flames. He chuckled, nuzzling his face against my neck as I shuddered. "You're so adorable," he whispered, laughter still evident in his words. "I can't imagine you dirty talking."

His lips found mine eagerly and I kissed him back harder. I grinded my hips against him, my breath catching when our heat morphed together in an intoxicating blend. The friction between our bodies grew insurmountably and I found myself yearning for more. Frankly, I couldn't imagine myself dirty talking either, but for him, I was willing to try. But how far I should go?

He leaned back and I watched, mesmerized as he reached for the plastic bottle and squeezed the glistening liquid onto his hand. He gazed at me silently, raising an eyebrow in question. I nodded, squirming for his touch as his fingertips roamed down my chest, my stomach, my thighs. Stroking, caressing, gently. Our eyes met as his hands reached between my legs. He fixed his gaze on me and lowered his head.

I bit my lip, almost coming from the exquisite feeling of his hot tongue, his soft, wet mouth that made me experience paradise. My fingers knotted into his hair and tugged at it desperately as his mouth started sucking harder. I was very aware of every sound, every touch, every scent. All of my senses seemed to be heightened somehow. The room around me seemed to heat up to a thousand degrees. 

"Wil...Wilder..." I moaned softly. "Fuck...your mouth feels fucking good."

He trailed his lips back to mine, dipping his tongue into my mouth commandingly. Electricity seemed to crackle between us when our tongues met. "Open your legs," he ordered. I yielded immediately, my body craving his mouth, his touch, his body like an intoxicating drug.

Slowly, his fingers travelled lower down my body. My breath caught when his thumb explored me, circling around, stroking. I whimpered softly when his finger entered me, unused to the feeling. His eyes met mine and the ravenous hunger in them made my toes curl.

"Tell me how it feels," he whispered, pushing two fingers inside my craving body as I whimpered again. His eyes were darkened pools of an enigma that enthralled and scared me at the same time.

"So...fuck..." I became quiet, suddenly embarrassed. What if he didn't like me?

"So?" he prompted and leaned over, his fingers thrusting in and out of me slowly. He kissed my lips again, his eyes boring into mine. "I need you to relax, Nico. It's okay. It's just me, alright?"

I bit my lip and nodded. He kissed my jaw, my cheeks, my temple, my forehead. I found myself squirming, straining against him, begging him to push his fingers in deeper.

"Fuck..." he whispered, his voice laced with lust. "That's so fucking hot, Nico."

He increased his pace, his fingers curling, edging me on. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced. Wild. Feral. Forbidden. And at the same time, so fucking good.

He withdrew his fingers from inside me and I almost whined in protest. He leaned over me, his mouth opening against mine as he leaned in to kiss me. "I...I guess I'll...do it now."

I nodded fervently. "Yes. Please."

I couldn't believe how he was making me beg already. But I had had enough. I wanted him. I needed him bad.

He leaned back to sit on his knees, pouring a liberal amount of the liquid onto his member and then on me. I bit my lip and tore my eyes away, suddenly scared. The first thought that crossed my mind was, 'fuck he's big.'

I debated on whether I should tell him that. It was a compliment. But I was too nervous to speak. He leaned over me and I bit my lip, holding my breath involuntarily when I felt him. He gazed down at me. "Tell me to stop if it hurts, alright?"

I nodded, the anticipation turning me into a hot mess. He slowly, gently pushed the tip inside me. I bit my lip harder, waiting for the pain. He looked at me, his lips slightly apart. His cheeks were burning. I nodded, urging him to go on. Slowly, he moved his hips forward, burying deeper inside me. I whimpered softly, biting my lip as pain mixed with pleasure ripped through my body.

He stopped and gazed at me, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concern. "Nico?"

"Yeah," I whispered in a strained voice. "Yeah...it's...fuck..."

"Nico, does it hurt?"

"A...little," I admitted softly, moving my hips and trying to get used to the unfamiliar feeling. He hissed viciously and I glanced at him, alarmed. He grabbed my hands, pinning them to the pillow and pushing his body close to mine.

"Fuck...don't...move...don't move like that," he spoke in a hoarse whisper, his eyes fixed on mine. I gaped at him, slowly realizing what he meant and moved my hips more. "Nic-"

His eyes widened and he gripped me harder. "Shit...I'll fucking come already if you do that."

I stopped, relishing in the thought. Our eyes met and he leaned over me again, kissing me tenderly. I held my breath when he moved, burying deeper. I gritted my teeth to keep from moaning when his body set mine of fire. Senses I didn't know I had were hyperactive. He was touching me in places no one ever had. The heat rose in such an intense inferno that I was half afraid my skin would singe. 

He shuddered slightly, his lips parted as he gazed down at me. "Are you okay?"

I bit my lip and nodded, placing my hands behind his head and interlocking my fingers as he smiled seductively. "Alright. Good."

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hands stroking my thighs and pulling me closer to him. A sharp ache travelled up my body and I placed my hands on his chest, trying hard not to scare him and start thrashing like a mad man.

"Nico? Are you okay, love?"

I bit my lip and gazed at him. "You're so darn British."

He looked at me for a while before he started chuckling. I marvelled at the way his eyes twinkled under the dim lights in the room. I continued. "Yeah...I'm okay. Just...a little overwhelmed."

"Do you want to-?"

"Keep going," I answered. "It feels good. Just...go slow."

He nodded, his lips finding mine lovingly. "Okay," he whispered against my mouth as he slowly started moving his hips, thrusting, gyrating. He grunted softly with each move, his eyes almost shut. I gazed at him, mesmerized as I gradually joined in his movements, the pain and unfamiliarity of it all slowly dissolving into ecstatic pleasure.

"Mm...Wilder..." I moaned his name, unable to hold it back. His eyes met mine and he smirked, leaning down and biting my lip.

"That's fucking sexy." He trailed his mouth down my jaw and nibbled my ear, tracing lower as he sucked on my neck. I gave in to the ecstatic pleasure of his hot mouth, his warm body and his intoxicating scent. "Fuck..." he whispered hoarsely against my skin, his voice strained. "You feel so fucking good."

I held on to him as his movements gained speed. Slowly, pleasure rippled through my body, setting my skin ablaze, my heart asunder. I was drunk. The exquisite feeling of his aching member in me was making me lose my senses till all that mattered was him.

Our breaths mingled together as we panted hard. The friction between us rising until we were sweating.

We moaned softly, calling each other's name desperately as we held on. His breath was hot, his mouth soft, tender. Our bodies moved in tandem, the heat between us rising palpably to a breaking point as my stomach knotted in catastrophic pleasure ready to spill. I placed my hand on his back, pulling him closer, my fingernails digging into his skin.

"Wilder..." I whispered, struggling to speak. "Wild...Wilder!"

"Yes...fuck...fuck..."

His hand reached between my legs, stroking, caressing, clenching and urging me on. His touch was the last straw and I gave in, shattering underneath him as I was ravaged by heavenly pleasure. My mind was wiped blank for a few seconds as I fell off the edge, exquisite ecstasy rippling through me. Burning away my entire being to blissful cinders. 

I was barely aware of his caressing lips on mine, his hands gripping me roughly as he sped up till it was almost painful, and then he stilled and broke.

I gazed at him through the haze of my climax. I was awestruck at the way he looked so vulnerable. His eyes shut, his features contorted. His chest was spasming as he shuddered and came. His muscles were pulled tautly. I couldn't believe how lucky I was.

He opened his eyes after a while and we gazed at each other, breathlessly. His face and neck were flushed, his chest was heaving. Our eyes met and through the surreality of it all, I found myself giggling like an idiot. He laughed softly, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against mine. "Why are you laughing?" he whined adorably, holding me close.

I chuckled harder, feeling the slight, throbbing ache that somehow heightened my ecstasy. Was I a masochist?

"Nothing. It just...feels like such a dream."

He bit hard into my neck and I gasped in surprise. "It does."

Our lips met in a tender kiss in the aftermath of our fiery lovemaking. He lay down beside me, pulling me close till we were spooning. I loved the way he kept me close, caressing me tenderly. He kissed my shoulder, a shiver running down my spine at the simple action.

"Can you believe how much time we wasted?" I asked, intertwining my fingers with his and holding it close to my chest. My heart was floating blissfully.

"I think in some ways it was necessary," he spoke, his voice muffled against my neck. "Staying away from you made me realize that I can't. And..." he laughed gently, "it gave you the opportunity to become fucking Charmander."

I turned around to face him, raising an eyebrow. "Charmander? He's a lizard Pokemon you know."

He smiled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Yes. But he's loyal to a fault. Spunky little fireball and so fucking-" he leaned forwards and trailed his tongue on my lips as my stomach knotted again in desire. Who would've known Nicola Evans was such a hoe?

"-cute," he finished, grinning.

I pouted and punched his shoulder playfully. "I wanna be Alakazam though. He's like so damn cool. With the spoons and stuff."

"Ah," he nodded knowledgeably. "A fireball tail versus psychic spoon. I can see the appeal."

I giggled again. "Is this your idea of pillow talk, Collins? We need to work on it."

He blushed. "We have a long ass time to work on it so might as well."

I leaned closer to him and kissed him. "I love you, Wilder."

He gazed at me, his eyes tender. "I love you too, Nico," he caressed my cheek. "So fucking much."

My heart fluttered almost uncomfortably at the sincerity in his words. How was it real? How was he mine? I opened my mouth to say something romantic, my stomach, however, had other plans.

His eyes widened and I scowled, pulling the bedsheet to cover my face when my stomach grumbled loudly in hunger and I realized I forgot to have lunch out of nervousness for tonight. He laughed heartily, and even though I was begging the Universe to melt me into a pool, the twinkling laughter was the most beautiful sound in the world.

"Okay. I'm hungry." I pulled the bedsheet down and glared at him defiantly. "What do we eat?"

A smile lit up his gorgeous face. "How about some nuggets?"

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All right! So this was a bonus chapter because I felt like Nico deserved this much :") Let me know what y'all think!

#So the announcement that I was about to make is that there will be a second part of Getting wilder! I haven't decided when, but rest assured that there will be.

If you've read Sugar Baby... *cough* *cough* IT'S GONNA BE A CROSSOVER! Well, it was supposed to be a surprise but I'm excited so yeah :") I don't know when I'll write it! I expect once I get Amethyst underway because I miss baby Zeke.

So yes, Xavier and Nico together and I'm SO DARN EXCITED! *bird screech*

Thank you for all the support! It means the world to me and I'm humbled.