Chapter 7 Wren
CHAPTER SEVEN
WREN
As soon as I get back to my room, I remove my dress carefully. In the bathroom, I try to look at my back in the mirror. What I see looks terrible, but I have no way to clean it without standing under the spray of water.
Deciding I can’t deal with that sort of pain right now, I find a black cami and pull it on so I don’t have to walk around naked.
I pull open the drawer where I found the tights and start pulling everything out, hoping to find something more opaque to wear as pants.
Luck comes in the form of a pair of fleece-lined black tights.
I pull them on and check myself out in the mirror.
I’m not going to win any awards for best dressed, but I’m covered and as comfortable as I can be. I need to be ready in case Jagger makes a move.
It’s driving me nuts, not knowing what his plan is, or how he’ll even get past the guards that I know are stationed outside our rooms.
There were four more on the ground floor between us and the front door. Outside, there were probably even more. We’d be best to wait until dark to escape; that’s probably what Jagger’s waiting for.
That means we have to sit through another dinner and… I swallow the lump in my throat as I start pacing. Ivan is unpredictable; who knows what he has planned for us tonight. We might get lucky, and he’ll send us back to our rooms after we eat, or he might plan to repeat the same game as last night.
I rub my arms as they prickle with unease. We are so screwed.
A soft scraping sound has me turning to the window. I move closer and look out, but don’t see anything. Suddenly, a large body moves in front of it, and I jump back with a gasp. My hands fly to cover my mouth and stop any sounds from escaping when I realize it’s Jagger.
I try to open the window, but it’s locked. He pulls a wire hanger from the back of his pants and shoves it between the frames. I grab the other end and help him push it up, dislodging the latch so I can pull the window open quickly, afraid he’s going to fall or get caught at any second.
Silently, he jumps in and shuts the window, taking a second to scan the yard. When he seems to feel like he hasn’t been spotted, he turns and grabs me by the upper arms, leading me away from the window to the middle of the room.
He holds my cheeks, and I place my hands over his as we stare at each other. “You came,” I whisper as a tear of relief rolls freely down my cheek. He leans down and kisses me hard. He’s not slow or chaste; he pours everything he has into that kiss, making me moan in approval.
Eventually, he pulls back, and we both pant heavily, staring at one another, unable to look away. “Let me see your back,” he signs, and I turn to show him. He doesn’t touch the wounds, and when he tries to pull my cami away from my skin, I hiss in pain, and he stops, turning me back to face him.
“There’s nothing here to bind it with. I think it’s best to do it after we escape, so we don’t leave a trail of blood.”
“Can I see yours?” I ask, moving around him. His shirt is stuck to his back, blood staining the entire thing. I realize he has the same problem as I; his shirt is stuck to the wounds.
Moving back to his front, I nod, then ask the most important question right now. “How do we get out of here?”
Lifting his hands, he signs, “The window. But we need to wait for dark since the biggest gap is only fifty-three seconds. That’s not enough time to get down and out of sight.”
I’m shaking my head before he finishes. “No, there’s a bigger gap when they do a shift change; it’s just over three minutes.”
His eyes widen in surprise. “When?”
I glance at the clock, which currently reads nine thirty, as I tell him, “At ten past eleven. I’ve seen the same gap every day since I’ve been here.”
“Pete was right, brilliant and beautiful,” he signs, grabbing my cheeks to kiss me again.
I smile up at him as I whisper, “What are we going to do until then?” I bite my lower lip as I look up at him through my lashes, hoping he catches my drift.
He frowns. “You’re injured.”
“So are you,” I whisper back. “Jagger, I don’t want to wait any longer. We might not make it out of here, and even if we do, we have no money, no resources. Who knows how long it will be until we get another chance.”
He presses his lips together, his eyes bouncing between mine in thought. Eventually, he signs, “Our first time should be special.”
“It will be, because it’s you and me. I love you, Jagger.
Make love to me? Please?” I try to give him my big pleading eyes, batting my eyelashes at him, and I can see it works when he moves to the empty desk, grabs the chair, and moves back to wedge it under the bedroom door handle.
Somehow, he manages to do it without making a sound.
“You have to stay quiet,” he signs, and I nod eagerly. “Press your mouth into the pillow to muffle any sound. I don’t want anybody else hearing and coming in to see you like that.”
“Like what?” I ask with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
He suddenly bends down, hooking his thumbs in the top of my tights and panties as he pushes them down my legs.
I help him by stepping out of them, then he sits back on his heels, his face right in line with my bare pussy.
Leaning forward, he swipes his tongue right up my center, and my hands fly to his shoulders as I try to hold in my gasp.
He looks up at me with a smirk, then stands and slowly backs me up until the back of my calves hit the bed. Lifting his hands, he signs, “Get on your hands and knees, and make sure you have a pillow to muffle your moans.”
I feel my cheeks grow red, but I decide to ignore him since there is something else I’m dying to do first. Placing my hands on his chest, I push him back a step to give myself some room, then I stare into his eyes as my hands find the fastener on his pants.
He watches me, and I grin in satisfaction at the heat I see there as I undo his pants and push them past his ass and hips, letting them drop to the ground.
Finally looking down at the gold I’m mining for, I put my thumbs in the sides of his boxers, the same way he did with my underwear, and pull them down to the ground, moving to my knees as I go.
He helps me by lifting his feet, one at a time, and I pull them off and push them to the side.
When I see his hard cock standing proudly in front of my face, I lick my lips eagerly.
Reaching forward, I grip it firmly, and his hands fly to my cheeks, tilting my chin up so I can see him sign, “You don’t need to. ”
I smile up at him as I reply, “I know.”
He lets go of my chin, his hands moving to my hair as I drop my chin, lean forward, and swipe my tongue right up the underside of his cock. His hands tighten a little in my hair, and I do it again, using my hand to stroke him at the same time.
When I feel myself salivating with the need for more, I pull his tip down and cover it with my mouth. His chest rumbles, as if he’s trying to growl, and it just makes me more enthusiastic as I move my mouth up and down.
I move my free hand to his balls and lightly scrape my nails along the underside, like I’d seen the women do in porn.
I know he likes it because his fingers press into my hair, which turns into an intense scalp massage.
I continue sucking and stroking him, squeezing his balls as I hum in satisfaction and arousal.
This reminds me of some of the porno I watched. I had wondered why the woman had seemed so turned on by the act when she was the one doing all the work, but now I get it. Bringing someone I love pleasure is even more satisfying than when they do it to me. Well… almost as satisfying.
Almost as if he can hear my thoughts, Jagger suddenly bends and grabs me under the arms, lifting me to my feet.
“Bed. Hands and knees. Now,” he signs abruptly, his eyes filled with desire.
I quickly move to do as instructed and realize this position is the best way to avoid putting any pressure on either of our backs.
Once I'm on my hands and knees, I feel him kneel on the bed behind me, his hand skating over my ass as his other one pushes my head down into the pillow.
I let my arms collapse beneath me so my face is buried in the pillow and my ass is in the air.
I feel exposed, but any vulnerability leaves me as his thumbs spread me open, and he starts licking my core.
Dios mio!
His tongue feels amazing, and it instantly has me craving a release. The blow job did a great job at foreplay for both of us. I press my face into the pillow, keeping my moans contained as he starts to go crazy, as if he hadn’t eaten for days, which is actually kinda true.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he presses two fingers into me, and I clamp my mouth shut so I don’t accidentally scream out in pleasure.
There’s an urgency to his movements, and it makes me eager to give myself over to him.
That thought alone has an orgasm rising fast as I try to move my hips in time with his hand.
My entire body heats, the pain in my back forgotten as my core starts to clench around his fingers.
He picks up his speed, sending me careening off the edge as I fight my hardest to stay quiet.
His fingers slow but don’t stop, not until his mouth moves away, and I feel his thighs press against the back of mine.
My body automatically tenses, even though this is what I’ve been craving. One hand squeezes my ass, and I try to silence my groan as he rubs his hard cock through my slick folds. I don’t trust myself to stay quiet, so I press my face further into the pillow as the top of his length nudges my clit.
He uses his hand to press himself against me, using me as his lubricant until he decides he’s ready for me. Instead of pressing his cock in, he uses two fingers and slowly thrusts a few times before adding a third finger and stretching me.
I bite back my pleas for more, desperate to finally feel his cock inside me. I feel like I’ve waited forever to connect with him like this. I wish I could see his face, but I’m optimistic we will get the chance to do this again, once we’re healed and no longer in danger.
He fucks me with his fingers a few more times before his cock presses against my entrance.
I want to weep with relief, but I stay silent and tilt my hips back, hoping to give him more access.
One of his hands grips my thigh firmly, and he holds me tight as he slowly pushes inside, stretching me tight as I moan into the pillow.
His hips do a slow seesaw motion until he’s fully seated in me, his hips pressing to my ass. He places his freed-up hand on my other hip and holds me tightly for a few moments, letting me acclimate to his large presence. Then, he slowly pulls back and thrusts into me, hard.
Squeezing my mouth shut, I remind myself of the importance of staying quiet, which becomes insanely difficult when he starts to thrust harder and faster. With both of our voices staying silent, the sound of his body smacking against mine is loud and obscene and makes me even wetter.
I wish I could do more than lie here and take it. I wish I could say his name and tell him how much I like what he’s doing, that I want him to move faster, harder. His hands start to caress my hips until one moves around to toy with my clit, and the other to my ass.
He presses two fingers into my rear, and I strain to muffle my gasp. It’s a strange mix of unease and pleasure, and as he starts to move his fingers in and out in rhythm with his dick, the strangeness of it completely fades until I’m just left with overwhelming pleasure.
My entire body feels as if it’s coiled up tightly, as if at any moment I will burst. Wanting to see him and show him how I feel in this moment, I lift my head from the pillow and look over my shoulder at him.
His eyes bore into mine, sharp and filled with intense desire. He grits his teeth, but his hips don’t stop moving. The sight of him moving behind me like that is terribly indecent, and I love it.
“Jagger,” I whisper as he moves harder. “I love you.”
His eyes alight with lust, and he pinches my clit between his fingers, I slam my face back into the pillow as liquid fire races through my body, lighting me up from the inside.
I feel myself trembling beneath him and momentarily black out.
I’m vaguely aware of his fingers clenching my hips tightly as he comes inside of me.
When I open my eyes, I’m lying on my stomach, my face turned sideways facing Jagger, who’s mirroring my pose. He reaches up and strokes my cheek before signing one-handed, “Okay?”
I smile at him as I whisper, “That was amazing. I can’t wait until next time, when I don't have to stay quiet. That was really hard.”
He smirks, pushing my hair behind my ear as he mouths, I love you.
“I love you, too.”
He pushes himself up enough that he can use both hands to sign, “I’m going to get you out of here, tiny flame.”
He lies back on his stomach, and I cup his jaw as I tell him the truth. “I know.”