Chapter 19 #2
Slipping his keys from his jean’s pocket, Wren slowly opened the door and peeked inside. “She’s in bed. If she were up, she’d be sitting on the couch watching television.” He crept through the doorway.
Why did it feel like he really was sneaking me in? I whispered, “Wren, is this really all right?” I stepped in behind him.
“Shhh…” He stopped and appeared to listen. “Yes, it’s fine.” Grabbing my hand, he tiptoed into the hallway to his bedroom, and I followed him inside.
After illuminating the nightstand lamp from a switch on the wall, he locked the door. “We’re good.”
I’d been in his bedroom a million times in high school.
Being here again with him was surreal. I strolled through the room, picking up his high school graduation photo from the dark wooden dresser and then perusing the same blue bedspread and gray sheets he’d had back then. “This room hasn’t changed.”
He shrugged his jacket off and hung it over a wicker chair in the corner.
“I lived at home during my first two years of college and only moved out when I left for ASU.” He offered a fast smile.
“Mom let me buy some new stuff when I got there. She gave me a budget, and I shopped on Facebook Marketplace for used furniture.”
Nodding, I ambled toward him, my cock stirring. We’d have sex in the same bed as in high school. “That’s nice, but I think we have better things to talk about.” Hooking my arm around his nape, I leaned down and unfastened his jeans, pressing my mouth to his in a passionate kiss.
With a deep moan, he flicked his tongue against mine, his body yielding to me.
Slipping my hand inside his briefs, I stroked his swelling cock. In a rasp, I said, “Tell me you love me again.” Even if I heard it a million times, it wouldn’t be enough. I nibbled down his neck.
“I love you, Eli. Wholly and completely.” Tipping his head back, he groaned and rocked his hips, fucking my palm. “Witnessing the situation with Kit broke through any walls I still had.” He shivered. “You stood up for me, babe. In that moment, I finally knew I could trust you.”
I lifted my head, my gaze locking on his as I cupped his cheek with one hand and continued the lazy strokes on his solid dick.
“In every situation, I’ll choose you, Wren.
You need to know that.” There was no way in hell I’d ever let him go now.
We’d make this work, no matter what team I played for next year.
“I believe you, Eli.” His eyelids fluttered shut, and a whimper escaped his lips. “Now, remove your clothes and let’s explore each other in my old bed.”
“Hell yes.” As my stiff cock ached inside my briefs, I undressed and tossed my clothing in the corner while he did the same. Tonight we wouldn’t rush. I wanted to take my time and savor him.
He threw the covers down, his tight ass flexing in the low light, and slipped between the sheets. As he lay on his back, his mouth-watering cock stretched toward his navel. “Come here, my love.” He freed a soft giggle into the back of his hand.
Okay, now he was fucking with me. “Wren…” With a tut, I climbed in beside him.
“Too much?” He rolled on top of me, pressing his hot dick against mine and rolling his hips, our shafts rubbing together. “Fuck, you feel good tonight. I mean, every time we’re together, you feel good. But tonight?” He cradled my head in his forearms, propped on his elbows.
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Soft sparks lit across my skin, everywhere I touched him. It was like nothing else, as if our bodies connected in a new way. But then, our hearts definitely had.
As tension swirled like a building storm, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down, my mouth claiming his, our tongues tangling in a carnal dance.
As we writhed against each other, a wave of sensation rushed over me, and my cock pulsed against his, dribbling precum and slicking our movements.
He broke the kisses. “We, uh, need lube.” Reaching sideways, he opened the nightstand drawer and pulled it out.
“Yes, brought it from home and stashed it there when I unpacked.” With a chuckle, he rolled off me and sat up, squirting lube on my cock and then his.
“This’ll be like a slip and slide.” He freed a quick snicker as he set the lube on the nightstand.
“You don’t say.” I gave myself a few tugs, spreading the lube. Pleasure ebbed and flowed with each stroke. Would we fuck tonight, or not? Did it matter? As long as I was with him, it didn’t. “Come back here.” Holding my arm up, I wiggled my fingers.
He assumed his earlier position and rutted against me, our slick cocks slotting together. His brows tensed, and his jaw fell. “Oh, fuck, that feels good.”
“It does.” I seized his ass with one hand, digging my fingers into the round globes of muscle, and devoured him in hungry kisses while sparks shivered up my spine.
As we kissed and rubbed against each other, my cock grew sensitive. It was now or never. I broke the kisses and rasped, “Wren, can we…can I…?”
“Yes, please.” He spread his legs around my hips and shimmied higher over me, his dick at eye level. “Can you reach?”
“I can.” Grabbing the lube, I squirted more on my fingers and as my gaze found his, I reached between his legs and skimmed his hole.
“Oh, fuck.” Biting his lip, his eyes fluttered shut for a beat. “I want to fuck myself on you.”
“Yeah?” With a harsh pulse of pleasure, my cock bobbed off my stomach, dripping precum. “My dick likes that idea.” I slipped a finger inside his tight heat.
Gasping, his eyelids hooded, he said, “Just your dick?” He gave me a lazy smirk.
“No, but it had quite a reaction.” As I rubbed his prostate, I gauged his response.
He groaned, his brows wrinkling, and stroked his firm cock, twitching with each pass of my fingers.
“You’re so fucking hot, Wren.” How had I lived without this for four years? I snuck a second finger inside him, stretching him as my balls ached.
His gaze wound to mine. “So are you, Eli. You don’t have a clue how perfect you are for me.”
“Oh, I think I do.” With a soft chuckle, I continued stroking his insides, and his hole clenched around my finger.
“Fuck, stop. I almost came.” He dropped onto a straight arm, hovering over me, and then said, “I’m ready.”
I pulled my fingers from him. Holy hell, this would be good. I couldn’t wait to have him. “I’m ready too.” With a soft chuckle, my mouth curled into a grin.
“I bet you are.” He nudged my cockhead into his hole and slowly sat on my leaking cock. “Oh, fuck, so good, babe. It burns, but I love it.” His eyes glazed and his breath hitched as his balls rested against my stomach.
Grabbing his hips, pleasure swirled inside me, and I fought off climax. I had to hold it together. “D-don’t move for a sec, okay?” I gritted my teeth.
Propping himself on two straight arms, his hands by my head, he peeked at me, his bangs falling around his gorgeous gray eyes, dark with desire. “You’re that close?”
“I am.” I wiggled my hips, and sensitivity rushed to the surface. Fuck, that came on fast. “Kiss me?”
“I love kissing you, babe.” He lowered, my dick slipping from him a bit, and pressed his mouth against mine, giving me unhurried and deliberate kisses.
As I shifted a hand to his lower back, I slipped my tongue inside him and glided it along his, my heart filling with emotion.
Never had I shared such a connection with someone.
How was it possible? Our love never died.
It was meant to be, and somehow the universe threw us back together.
As my eyes stung, I dragged my mouth from his. “I think we’re soulmates.”
“Soulmates?” He lifted, pushing my cock deep inside him, and brushed the bangs from his forehead.
“Yes, babe, I think you’re right.” Scraping his teeth across his lower lip, he skimmed his fingers along my chest and gave my nipple a light pinch.
“Now, fuck me like you mean it, soulmate.” A wicked grin spread over his lips.
“You got it.” Snatching his hips, I thrust into him while he bounced over me, my hips slapping his ass.
“Oh God, oh fuck…” He groaned and panted, his stomach pebbling with goosebumps. “So fucking close, babe. Send me over the edge.”
I fisted his cock and milked him while my climax thundered to the brink in whole-body tingles. “Come, baby, come now.” As I tumbled into mind-numbing pleasure, my cock jerked and burst cum inside his clenching hole.
With gasp after gasp and his face tensing, mouth dropping open, his dick pulsated in my hand and spurts of cum landed on my chest and abs.
As it slowed, he slumped, his chest heaving with deep breaths. “I think I left my body for a second there.”
“Yeah? So did I.” With a chuckle, I relaxed my hold on his hips and peeked at the finger marks. Had I been gripping him that tightly? “Shit, I think I bruised you.”
He swayed his head and lifted his arms, peering down. “Yep, looks like you did.” Falling onto his elbows, he pressed a soft kiss on my lips. “It’s something to remember you and this night by.”
“I feel bad about it, but not that bad.” After biting his lower lip and releasing it, I said, “I left my mark on you.” Not like anyone would see it, but I’d know it was there.
My waning cock glided from his hole. “Clean up and cuddle for a bit?” It would be nice to stay the night, but I didn’t want to push it, and my family would worry about me.
“Yes.” He booped my nose and climbed off me. “But be quiet. We don’t want to wake my mom.”
Sitting up, I said, “Are you sure she’s okay with us doing this in your bedroom?” I climbed out of bed and met him at the door.
With a shrug and a smirk, he said, “I…I don’t know. It’s not like I asked her.”
“Oh, boy.” I inhaled deeply. This could be awkward if she caught us. After he dragged the door open, I tiptoed behind him into the hallway bathroom.