22. Wrenley
Smack!
Dove’s skin flushes beneath my palm. A new patch of raspberry blooms to melt into her already reddened ass as her breathy cries echo throughout my bedroom. “Oh fuck!”
“It should be harder,” I whisper, digging my fingers back into her hip. The wet sound of my cock slamming into her pussy over and over urges me to go faster, harder, even as the headboard bangs against the wall with every thrust. “Did you enjoy playing me, Dove? Did it get you off watching me agonize over your identity?”
Roughly, I pull out, scooping the mess between her legs with three fingers and yanking her head back with the hair that’s twisted around my other hand. “ Taste yourself when you’re being a greedy little slut for my cock.”
Dove moans as she sucks her arousal off me, wiggling her hips back in search of the part of me she loves the most while one hand slips between her legs.
Smack!
“No, no, no, Turtle Dove.” I thrust into her once more, palming her chin with my fingers still in her mouth to gently, but firmly, pull her back onto me. Once my pelvis meets her ass, I curve over her, twisting her locks further around my fist until I have her body bowed inward. “Remember what I told you? You don’t get to come until I say so,” I whisper against her cheek.
She whimpers and tries to move her hips, looking for any sort of friction after I’ve edged her back from the brink of an orgasm twice. A tear slips from the corner of her eye while she laves at my fingers and begs around them. “Please. Please let me come. Fuck, Wren. I need to come.”
My entire body feels like it’s going to erupt. I relish her squeal when I remove my fingers and slap her clit. “You should have thought about that before you lied.”
“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you,” she argues, and I slap her core again for her sass. This time twice in quick succession as I remain unmoving inside her. My cock throbs, swelling in her tight, warm heat. It’s a miracle I’ve managed to stave off my own orgasm. Dove likes to be the one in control. But tonight, that honor is mine.
And holy fucking shit, is she spectacular when she submits.
“Wren! Please! Please, please, please,” she cries out, so pretty as she writhes against me.
She’s a fucking vision.
The locks that aren’t wrapped around my fist stick to her face in sweaty strands. Her eye makeup is smudged from sweat and frustrated tears. But my favorite part is the smear of lipstick over her mouth. When I pull out slightly, I can still see the remnants of it around the base of my cock from when she choked on it earlier.
I slam into her, plastering myself to her back even though my legs are beginning to cramp from the angle. Our size difference makes things difficult—only a handful of positions work to our advantage, and most of them require her to be in control.
A familiar wave begins to crest, so I pick up my speed. “No more secrets, Dove.”
“No more! I promise!” she cries, clutching the sheets like a lifeline as I return my fingers to her clit. I rub her in rhythm with the quick snap of my hips, pounding into her at a punishing pace that cuts her moan into short, jagged sounds.
“Fuck, Turtle Dove, I’m gonna come.” I clench my teeth, trying to hold it at bay for a little longer. She feels so good I never want to leave. If I could live out the rest of my days in bed with her, I’d die the happiest man ever.
“Wren! I’m coming! Fuck, baby, I’m coming. Thank you. Thank you,” she wails as she clenches around me, her pussy holding my cock in a vice grip as she milks it. Both our climaxes go on and on to the point where I think I might start spilling out of her by the bucket load if it doesn’t stop.
I’ve never come so hard and so much in my fucking life. The more sex we have, the more I realize it will be this intense every time. And at this rate, I’ll have to learn how to administer banana bags at home.
Dove sinks to the bed, breathing heavily as she releases a chuckle. “Oh my fucking god, Songbird. You can take control more often. I give it up. From now on, you’re the master in the bedroom.”
She shivers as I spread her cheeks, watching as my cum spills from between her perfectly pink pussy lips when I pull out. With a reverent moan, I push it back in, massaging the hot liquid against her walls. She jolts in surprise before squirming against my hand. “Wren?— ”
“Don’t worry, Turtle Dove. I’m nowhere near finished with you,” I promise. “But we’re going to have a little chat before you sit on my face.”
She rubs her legs together as I release her, hiding her face in my comforter. “I don’t wanna,” she pouts.
“Tough shit.” I make my way to the bathroom to retrieve a warm washcloth and return to find her kicking the plush blanket off my bed as she wraps herself in my top sheet. “Come here.”
She squeals with surprised glee as I grab her ankle and drag her back to the edge of the bed. Shoving the sheet to her hips, I take my time and tease her as I remove our combined release from her thighs.
“Can we stay like this forever, Songbird?” Her question makes me pause, a lance pricking my chest to let in a warm flood of elation at her words.
“For me, forever started the second I saw you.” I kiss her inner thigh, watching her through the hair that’s fallen over my eyes, as she graces me with a lazy smile. “I just didn’t know it yet.” I quickly wipe myself off before joining her in bed. Dove hikes her leg over my stomach, suctioning to my side as she threads a hand in my hair and kisses me like she needs to steal my very breath to survive.
Kissing her is like going to Disney World for the first time, every time. It’s magical. Somehow, all my fears evaporate when her lips touch mine. Using my tongue doesn’t even bother me anymore. It’s second nature now. I can’t imagine kissing her and not feeling like we’re fusing our souls when our lips lock and mouths part for each other.
It’s as easy as breathing.
“You’re not going to get out of talking about it,” I murmur against what’s left of her watermelon-scented lipstick.
She laughs on a sigh, flopping to her back dramatically. I follow suit, holding my weight on one elbow and cradling her face with the other hand. “Dove…”
“What do you want from me, Songbird? When would have been the best time to say something? When I was dry-humping you in your living room?” I arch a brow at her damn sassy mouth, already imagining stuffing it full of my cock again as a form of punishment.
Although, does it really count as punishment if she enjoys it so much?
Flashing me a daring look, she rolls her eyes when I shake my head slowly. “It’s not a casual topic, Wren. It’s not like I could have brought it up over dinner.” She waves one hand in the air while doing her best impression of me. “Hi, honey. How was your day?” She moves to her other hand as she switches to her bubblegum persona. “Mine was great, thanks for asking. I took Fang to the groomers, finished my article, and, oh! I sawed a man into pieces after hacking off his little smokie. How was your day, sweetie?” She drops both with a thud and gives me a pointed look.
“Turtle Dove, you know how I feel about her.”
“You know, for a second there, I thought maybe you just wanted to reveal her identity so you could write an exposé I couldn’t turn down. One that would skyrocket your career and fuck me over.”
Now, it’s my turn to fix her with a pointed stare.
“What?” She edges away, head bobbing with attitude. “Oh, and technically, I consider what you did cheating. You didn’t know we were two different people.”
Infuriating woman!
“We weren’t together, Dove. I didn’t cheat.” I shift to nuzzle her neck as I pull the sheet from her body.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she tilts her head to allow me better access. “Don’t try to distract me now, Songbird. You wanted to talk.”
“Are you going to keep doing it?” My cock hardens at the sound of her throaty gasp when I graze my lips along her collarbone and continue south.
Her nipples pucker, the rosy buds rising to meet me. I pinch one while rolling the other between my teeth and tongue. “The less you know, the better. And no, this does not mean you get to write about me.”
I pinch hard, twisting her stiffened peak and biting down on the other before sucking it with enough force to make her cry out. Popping off with an audible smack, I grin up at her, moving further down her body. She widens her legs to make room for me between them.
“I got everything I wanted, you know,” I tell her, each word leaving my lips as I trail soft caresses along her skin. “Except a published article.”
“Don’t even think about blackmailing me, Wren.” Her legs clamp around my head as I dip my mouth toward her center. “After Ryan, I got a taste for the blood of men who can’t keep their noses out of other people’s business.”
I see red at the mention of another man’s name while I’m mere centimeters from her pussy. Unapologetically, I clamp my teeth over her clit and pull.
“Fuck!” She sucks in a breath, digging her nails into my scalp before slapping against the top of my head. “The term eating is just a term, Songbird! It’s not for actual consumption!”
I laugh and release her so I can lick it better—only to freeze moments later as something about her words register uncomfortably in my gut.
Lifting my head, I will away the bile threatening to rise as I rapidly piece my thoughts together. “Dove?”
“What’s wrong?” She laughs. “I was only kidding. Well, not about the consumption part, you know I like it a little rough, baby, but?—”
“Dove!” I clamber off the bed as I gaze down at her in horror. Even though it was weeks ago and has long since left my body, everything I’ve eaten in the last two days threatens to reappear. “What kind of jerky do you feed Fang?”
Dove’s lips curl in, and her shoulders begin to shake. She slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter as she scrambles up with the sheet. “Baby, listen. That’s on you .”
Covering my mouth, I run to the bathroom as my stomach cramps. I barely make it as the chunks of the rice and yellow curry I ate for dinner splash into the white porcelain in a spray of bright canary flecked with orange.
“Oh, baby,” Dove coos sympathetically as she enters the bathroom, her cotton candy rasp reverberating off the tile.
I almost tell her to go away, but she’s literally played with human entrails. I’m sure she can handle a little puke.
“Sweet, sweet, Songbird.” The bubbly tone that once grated my nerves reappears. Her nails scrape against my scalp in a soothingly way before venturing down to rub along my shoulders. “It’s okay. I’ve eaten dick before. Hell, I went to town on yours earlier. It’s not that bad.”
“Sucking it and eating it is not the same! It’s not for actual consumption !” I reprimand to the best of my ability, parroting her earlier words.
“Touché, Songbird. Touché.”