34. Kai
KAI
The short drive back to my apartment seems like it takes forever, especially with Wren’s hand on my thigh.
She’s been touching me the entire time, and after her little comment when we first got to the banquet, seeing her dress on my floor has been on repeat in my mind.
I finally pull into my spot and cut the engine, looking over at her. “Ready to head in?”
“Yeah, are you good?” she asks, unbuckling her seatbelt.
I reach over the center console, threading my fingers through her hair and bringing her mouth to mine. I kiss her slowly, taking my time, feeling her pulse speed up as my tongue glides along hers.
“I’ll be better when I have that dress on my floor.” My voice comes out huskier than I expect, but as a sultry laugh leaves her, I don’t care.
“What are you waiting for then?”
Muttering a curse, I hop out before coming around to open her door. I take her hand, and together, we head up to my apartment.
I unlock the door, flipping on the light as we walk in.
“Is Grayson staying with Harlow?” Wren asks, slipping off her shoes next to the door.
I nod. “Thankfully.”
She comes over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, bringing her face just inches from mine. “Maybe he’s figured out that you have a zero percent chance of getting laid at my house, and is taking one for the team.”
I chuckle at that. “Yeah, let’s go with that answer.”
I can’t wait any longer, and I lower my mouth to hers, savoring the feel of her against me. My hands make their way to her waist before moving lower. I palm her ass, pulling her tighter against me. I’m already hard, and I’m sure she can feel that even through my pants.
She pulls away slightly. “Harlow dropped my bag off earlier. She said she put it in your room.”
“Staying again, huh?” I nip at her lips. “Maybe you should just move in.”
She rolls her eyes playfully. “In your dreams, Mercer.”
“You have no idea.” I kiss her again, gently moving us out of the kitchen and down the hall toward my room.
I pull away from her long enough to turn on the lamp sitting on my nightstand. Untucking my shirt from my pants, I go back to her immediately, needing her hands back on me.
“So,” I say, using my thumb to trace a path around her lips, before dragging it down her cheek to her neck, down to where the neckline of her dress ends.
“I love this dress. But…” I move my hand lower, between her breasts over the fabric, her chest rising on an inhale.
“I think you were right. Might look even better on my floor.”
She grins, turning around and giving me her back. “Better unzip me then.”
I find the top of the zipper, taking my time pulling it down, wanting the anticipation to grow. When I reach the bottom, I realize there’s no fabric underneath.
“Fuck,” I growl. “Have you been naked under there this whole time?”
Wren turns back toward me, a cocky little smirk on her perfect lips. “I went with easy access, just in case.”
I grab her waist and pull her against me, crashing my mouth down on hers, and she groans at the contact. God, I love this girl.
My hands find the top of her dress, and I slowly pull it down, leaving a trail of kisses in the wake of the fabric as I move down her body. I sink down to my knees as the dress hits the floor, her standing bare before me.
“Absolutely fucking perfect,” I murmur to myself before looking up at her. I don’t know how I got so lucky, having something that’s so perfect, but I won’t complain.
Her pupils are wide, her breathing already speeding up. “What do you want, Freckles?”
“I want you to make me come,” she breathes, and that’s all the motivation I need.
I lean in, licking her slit in one fluid motion, and her hands find purchase in my hair, tangling in the strands and pulling slightly. “You want me to eat this pretty pussy?”
All she can do is nod. I push her back slightly, so she’s leaning against the wall, then I lift one leg up, throwing it over my shoulder before I devour her. I work her clit over and over, sucking gently as she begins to move against my face.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need,” I encourage her.
It doesn’t take long before her whole body begins to shake. I suck her clit into my mouth, and she shatters, breathing hard and ragged.
“Holy shit,” she breathes. “You and your fucking mouth.”
I smirk up at her. “You’re not the only one that knows how to use it.”
“And here I was thinking I was the one that was going to have all the fun tonight.” She laughs.
“I’d consider that fun,” I tell her, gently setting her foot back on the floor before standing in front of her.
My dick is straining so hard against my pants that it’s almost uncomfortable. I unbuckle my belt, undoing the button of my pants before pulling down the zipper.
She smirks at me. “Remember that little joke you made about needing to make sure you had the right chemistry with your teammates?”
Oh shit.
I swallow hard. “Yeah.”
Her smirk grows, and she steps around me to her bag sitting on my desk chair. She opens it, moving a few things around before pulling out her pink vibrator before turning to look back at me. “For the sake of sports and all that.”
No fucking way.
She never ceases to catch me by surprise, but I can make this work. Unbuttoning my shirt, I nod toward my bed. “Lay down.”
Wren listens instantly, propping her head against my pillows.
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I undo the final button before shrugging off my shirt and tossing it to the floor. “I want you to use it on yourself. Can you do that for me? I want you to show me how you made yourself come when I wasn’t around to do it.”
A gorgeous flush colors her cheeks, but she nods her head, hitting a button on the toy before bringing it to her pussy. She gently pushes the tip inside of her, before bringing it back up toward her clit, moving it in small circles.
There’s something about the way she listens, with zero hesitation, that hits me right in the ribs. She trusts me fully. She knows she can be open, vulnerable, even in this way, and I’d never hurt her.
I kick off my shoes and yank off my socks before shoving down my pants and boxers, kicking them to the side.
“You going to make yourself come again for me, Freckles?” Fisting my cock, I stroke myself as I watch, completely entranced by her.
Wren nods, biting her lip as her eyes leave mine, moving down to where my hand is wrapped around my cock.
“Did you picture this? When you pleasured yourself?”
“Yes,” she chokes out, her hips starting to move, chasing the friction she needs.
I pick up my pace, stroking myself faster. “You touched yourself to memories of me? Of us?”
She moans, nodding.
My knees meet the bed, and I crawl up until I’m hovering over her. I drop my lips to her neck, sucking gently. Her breath catches, her body trembling. “Come for me, Freckles. Show me how you made yourself feel good.”
I move down, flicking her nipple with my tongue before pulling it into my mouth and sucking. Her body quakes, and she reaches her orgasm seconds later, moaning my name.
My name on her lips, spoken like that, might be the best thing I’ve ever heard.
Not being able to wait another second, I take the vibrator from her hands, placing it beside us on the bed before lining myself up at her entrance. We both groan at the first contact, her tongue diving into my mouth as I push in fully.
She’s so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect.
Her nails scratch my shoulders, telling me I need to move. So I do.
Some things may have changed, we may have changed, but this part hasn’t. Knowing what she wants, what she needs, and wanting to give her every ounce of pleasure that I can.
Our bodies slide together in a mess of moans and panting, my mouth never leaving hers. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, biting gently, and I’m done.
I come inside her, losing any sense of rhythm. I collapse on top of her, making sure to keep most of my weight on my arms and knees, not wanting to crush her. I finally break my mouth from hers, and she smiles up at me happily.
I take a moment to catch my breath, and she’s still just looking at me.
“What?”
She shrugs. “Just wondering how long you’ll need before round two.”
I bark out a laugh, burying my face into her neck again. This fucking girl.
“I might need some water,” I say honestly. “And a snack.”
She sighs as I roll off of her, lying beside her. “Does this mean I get to see if you and my vibrator get along too?”
I stare at her, wide-eyed, and I can’t tell if she’s being serious or joking. “Absolutely not.”
Wren laughs, and I wish I could stay in this moment with her forever.