17. Wrenley
Shit!
Her question startles me, and I nearly launch myself back against the wall.
“Jesus, you scared me.” Breathing deeply, I clutch my chest, letting a light chuckle escape as I step toward her.
“What were you doing?” she asks again, caution tightening her features. I don’t like that look directed at me.
Playing it cool, I shrug. “You caught me snooping. I was curious.”
One light brow arches. “Curiosity killed the cat, Songbird.”
“But answers brought it back, and knowledge kept it alive.”
My attempt at redirecting her works. “It’s too late for philosophy, Wrenley.”
Why does she keep calling me that?
“Don’t call me that,” I snap, rougher than I intended. I’m sick of her using my full name. She changed the way I see my stupid nickname, and now she wants to call me by my full name like I’m in trouble?
No.
“Call you what?” Dove asks, full of sass, planting her fists on her hips as she cranes her neck to look up at me. “Your name?”
Slowly, I step forward, forcing her to retreat a step. “You never use my full name.”
Another step. “What am I allowed to call you then? You don’t like Songbird. You weren’t partial to Wren. If I can’t use your full name, then what else do I call you?”
This game of cat and mouse has me hard, my dick tapping against my zipper. Her eyes flick down, tongue shiny as she licks her lips.
Nervous, baby?
“Yours. You infuriating fucking woman.” In a flurry of limbs, I lift her onto the stool, and she jumps at the same time, ready for me to catch her.
Our mouths meet roughly, and I battle the pain, soldiering through the ache to claim the little piece of heaven she’s offering. It only lasts a mere moment, though, before I taste blood on her lips.
“Are you okay?” she asks with a light laugh, palms warm on my cheeks. She rests her forehead on mine, licking the crimson from her skin like a vampire.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” I smooth a few of her fallen strands back. The gesture feels natural, like I’ve been doing it for years.
Grasping her hip, I pull her close until our bodies meld together. Dove belongs in my arms, against my body, living rent-fucking-free in my head. If I could go back a month and a half and do it all over again, I’d get on my knees for her that very first day and pledge my fucking life.
“Did you really mean it?” She grips my shirt, the force of her clenched fists tearing two buttons open to reveal half my chest. Her gaze dips, locking onto my heart. “Do you really want to be mine, Songbird?”
“Yes.” I nuzzle her nose, kissing her softly with the uninjured side of my mouth. Goosebumps break out along her flesh as my hands slip beneath her camisole. “A thousand fucking times, yes.”
“Do you want me to make you feel better, baby?” Her voice drops to a husky rasp, hands sliding inside my shirt to explore.
“I would never make you do something you didn’t want to do,” I murmur as she leans forward, pressing a kiss to the spot she’d been staring at, claiming the organ beneath as her prize for conquering me so thoroughly.
Dove pulls back, looking a little sad, a little sheepish. She refuses to meet my eyes. “I would never make you do something you didn’t want to, either, Wren. I’m sorry I pushed you the other night.”
Guiding her chin up, I caress her lips, telling her it’s okay with my mouth. I place her hands on the rest of the buttons, silently encouraging her to remove my clothes.
“Are you sure?” she whispers against me, reaching for my zipper next.
“Yes,” I moan, breath heavy.
Free from the confines of my pants, my cock throbs in my boxer briefs as she runs her palm along it.
This has been his dream since day one. We never imagined we’d be such lucky bastards.
Stepping out of my pants, I hook her legs around my waist and carry her to her bedroom. Her soft giggles against my neck spur me on as she laves at my skin. “Am I allowed to use my tongue as long as it’s not to kiss you with?”
I don’t know why she keeps checking in on me. Yes, I had a breakdown last time. But she doesn’t know why. A little voice in the back of my head says we should talk about it before going further? —
Then her teeth scrape across my nipple, and I nearly come before I’ve even seen her naked.
“I’m not glass, Dove. I’m not going to fall apart on you like last time.” I try to lay her down, but she instantly rolls us over, guiding me to the head of the bed, where decorative pillows in cream, soft gold, and blush are piled high.
“Oh, I plan on making you fall apart, Songbird.” She peels the last of my clothing from my body, the soft glow of the vanity lights casting her in an ethereal halo as she peers down at my cock in awe. “Lucky me,” she hums appreciatively, running a finger over the veins lining my length. “Ribbed for my pleasure.”
“Fuck,” the word rides a long moan as she drags her tongue over my skin, settling on her stomach between my legs. My cock taps against my abs, begging for her attention when she abandons it to smile sweetly up at me.
“Put another pillow under your head so you can watch me, baby.” She rests her weight on one arm, grabbing me between her thumb and middle finger to idly stroke while waiting for me to obey.
I’ve never seen anything as fucking hot as Dove ready to make my cock her bitch.
Her glistening tongue darts out to lick my crown, swirling around the tip sensually before pulling back to blow cool air over the slit. I’m already weeping, precum leaking to mix with her saliva as she takes me into her throat with precision.
It feels like all my nerves are on fire, electric pulses igniting with every pass she makes. Each stroke goes deeper, her fist working the part of me she can’t fit in her mouth.
Oh, but she fucking tries.
I can’t take my eyes off her as she picks up the pace, spit frothing at the corners of her lips as she sucks every last inch of me, savoring it with her eyes locked on mine.
Do not fucking come yet. Do not fucking come yet.
Her lips curve around me as a whimper fills the air.
Damn, is that me?
Dove pops off my cock, a string of saliva still connecting us as she lazily strokes me. “I think that’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. Sing louder for me, Songbird.”
She drops back down with renewed vigor, reaching for my hand, which is fisted in her plush comforter, and threads my fingers into her messy bun. With her silent permission, I lift my hips into her face, pushing her down gently as I unleash exactly what she wants to hear from my throat.
Her contented sigh around my length has my eyes rolling back. I’m so fucking close to dumping months’ worth of pent-up tension down her throat .
It’s never been like this with anyone. Dove has all the control, yet somehow, she makes me feel like I’m the one who wields it.
We move together, pleasured moans and sighs mingling with the slick, wet suction of her mouth.
“Fuck, Dove.” I’m so close, but I never want it to end. I could fuck her sassy mouth for hours and never tire of watching her choke on my cock. “You’re so pretty when you’re making me yours.”
“Mmhmm,” she moans around me, the vibrations shooting straight up my spine.
My balls tense, both hands clutching her hair like a lifeline. Her free hand strokes unintelligible symbols on my hip, a soft, maddening contrast to the way her mouth consumes me. I try to focus on them, desperate to stave off my impending orgasm.
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“I’m close,” I warn, my voice ragged.
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She nods, never slowing, her determination clear. She’s on a mission—to unravel me as she sucks my soul from my body.
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From this moment on, I’ll do anything she wants. If she’s the Doll, I’ll be her accomplice. I’ll help her bury the bodies. Whatever she asks—so long as I get to have this. Have her .
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Her name spills from my lips like a prayer as I release down her throat in hot, thick bursts. My entire body jerks, a shuddering wreck beneath her, and still, she keeps sucking, determined to strip me down to nothing. Like she’s trying to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck .” My hips chase her mouth, a tear slipping from my eye as she works me through every last aftershock, until I’m soft against her tongue.
When she crawls up my chest, I’m convinced I’ve died and gone to heaven. And she’s the angel waiting for me at the pearly gates.
Her soft giggles vibrate against my skin. “Well, I’m sorry to report there are no pearly gates, but there were definitely pearls of cum involved.”
“Did I say that out loud?” I ask in a daze, feeling utterly boneless. I’d ask for my soul back, but I want her to keep it.
It belongs to her now, anyway.
I massage her scalp where I gripped her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then finally her mouth, savoring the way I taste on her lips. “You’re fucking incredible.”
Dove doesn’t reply. She simply smiles, lacing her fingers over my chest and propping her chin on them. “Do you want some clothes to sleep in? ”
“Turtle Dove, in what world do you think your clothes will fit me?” A lazy grin tugs at my lips as warmth spreads through my chest. Her cheeks are flushed and sticky, and the slick heat between her thighs seeps against my skin.
I want to flip her over and mark her as mine—just as thoroughly, just as devastatingly, as she’s made me hers.
“You just called me Turtle Dove.” She beams, lighting up the whole damn room. “I think you like me just a little bit.”
“After what you just did, I like you a lot-a-bit.” How could I have ever hated her? The thought of our stupid rivalry—and let’s be honest, it’s not much of a rivalry because Dove always gets her way—seems so pointless now.
As if she can read my mind, she rolls onto her side and props her head on her hand. “What made you change your mind, Songbird? You hated me so much before. Now you want to be with me?”
I mirror her position, uncaring that my thoroughly spent dick flops onto her bed—grower and shower, folks. “Honestly?”
At her nod, I trace her lips with my thumb, memorizing each and every perfect feature of her beautiful face—from her long, thick lashes to her button nose. I’ve never been more at peace with anyone than I am at this moment.
When I look at her, I’m not immediately reminded of the horrible childhood I had. Slowly, the past ebbs away, and the future I thought I fucked up begins to look a whole lot brighter— pinker .
“You feel like home.”