Chapter 27 Wren
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
WREN
Slowly, I blink my eyes open and turn my head to the clock. Six a.m. I take a moment to listen, and when all I hear is the soft breathing of my guys, I smile, realizing I’ve finally woken before them.
It had been a lot harder than I thought it would be. Apparently, I’m a deep sleeper. Slowly, I press up onto my elbows and assess where everyone is. I actually have a target in mind. I haven’t had the opportunity to taste one of my guys lately, and I am ready to rectify that immediately.
I turn my head and grin, finding Elias right beside me and sleeping on his back. Perfect. I move slowly down the bed, slipping under the blanket that’s covering his legs, and find him naked. They normally sleep with boxers on, so I’m not sure how I got lucky, or maybe he was hoping to be.
Either way, I take the win as I get myself situated on my stomach between his legs and under the blanket. I’m glad I haven’t been wearing the ankle cuff lately because it makes this much easier.
Finding my target, I stick out my tongue and slowly trace it up his length. He doesn’t move or make a noise, making me smile as I do it again, a little firmer this time. I’ve never touched any of my guys, or even seen them when they weren’t completely hard.
Even now, in his sleep, he’s halfway there before I even touch him. But I know the second he starts to feel what I'm doing, even if it’s only subconsciously. As he starts to harden more, I angle my mouth over him and suck him down like a lollipop, using my tongue to stroke his shaft as I go.
I continue for a couple of minutes, wondering if I’ll ever be able to make him orgasm while he’s asleep, when I feel him start to grow fast, practically stabbing me in the back of the throat.
I have to pull back a bit so I don’t gag, then I continue moving my mouth up and down, feeling him grow rock hard.
It’s a turn on, and I feel myself growing damp. I’m tempted to reach down and touch myself, but I stop myself, knowing that someone will be more than happy to do it for me if I ask, but also because Sly told me I’m not allowed to. And it wasn’t a rule I hated, not in the slightest.
Just thinking about that has my mouth moving faster. Suddenly, his hips buck up into me as the blanket is shoved down, and his fingers find my hair. “Fuck,” he hisses.
“Shit, did she just wake you up like that?” Dex asks, sounding sleepy.
Elias offers a grunt in response, and now I don’t have to hide anymore.
I move to my hands and knees so I can get a better angle on him.
I use one hand to squeeze his nuts, and the other to grip the base of his shaft as I bob up and down.
“Get up here,” he grunts. “I’m gonna come.
” I hum around him, moving faster as if to tell him that I have no intention of moving, and his fingers tighten in my hair before his hips start twitching and he grunts out, his cum filling my mouth.
I swallow around him, but some still trails down his length.
When his fingers finally ease up in my hair, I pull my mouth from him, my eyes meeting his heated brown ones as I stick out my tongue and lick up his shaft.
“Jesus Christ,” he hisses as I slowly clean him up, making sure to get every last drop. When I finish, I lick my lips as I slowly crawl up his body. Halfway there, he grabs my arms and drags me up the rest of the way, his mouth finding mine as he cradles the back of my head.
He holds his lips to mine firmly before pulling back and looking at me. “That was amazing, Wren.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“I didn’t hurt your head, did I?” he asks, gently stroking my scalp.
“No, it’s fine,” I tell him as I slip down to his side, snuggling up to him.
“Thank you,” he whispers. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Same,” Pete says from behind me, making me jump as I kinda forgot we aren’t alone. Lifting my head, I see four sets of heated eyes watching me.
“Oh boy,” I mumble, unsure what to do since I am feeling needy.
I’m not even sure whose turn it is. Is that even how this was supposed to work?
Taking turns? I don’t want to plan things out so much that I can’t just have our intimacy come naturally, but I also don’t want to leave anyone out.
Some of them are more forceful than the others.
I know Pete would step up first every time without hesitation.
“What are you thinking so hard about right now?” Sly asks from Elias’s side.
“Humpback whales,” I tell him nervously. I don’t know why I still feel that way sometimes after everything I’ve been through with them.
“Hey,” Elias says, gripping my chin and tilting it up toward his face. “What’s the matter? You look nervous.”
I shrug, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know. It’s weird sometimes, telling you guys I want… sex.”
“That’s crazy!” Pete says with a slight laugh.
“Pete, don’t be mean,” Elias tells him angrily.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, rolling his eyes as I turn slightly to look at him. “I meant, what happened to the confidence you had when you did a striptease for us? Not to mention the fact that just a few minutes ago you crawled naked between Eli’s legs to blow him.”
My cheeks heat, and I turn to face the other way, not sure why it’s different sometimes. Sly moves closer to Elias’s side and reaches across him to run a finger over my heated cheek. “Tell me what you’re feeling right now,” he asks.
“Embarrassed,” I whisper, avoiding eye contact as I stare at Elias’s flawless chest.
“Why?”
I shrug again and let a little annoyance at myself seep into my voice. “I don’t know! Why does it even matter?”
“Can you describe the feeling? Please?” I don’t know why it matters, but when I finally look at him, I can see he’s not judging me or trying to be mean.
He has that assertive look on his face that he gets when he wants to control something.
I’m not sure my embarrassment falls into that category, but I figure I can give him the benefit of the doubt.
“It’s in my stomach. It’s like…” I trail off, trying to think of a word to describe it. “Like butterflies.”
“Butterflies?” Pete asks from behind me as I watch Sly’s expression relax a little.
“I don’t think it’s embarrassment you’re feeling, Wren,” Sly says, his finger moving over my cheek again. “I think it’s nervousness.”
“It’s the same thing,” I argue back. “Isn’t it?”
“No. Embarrassment is when you feel self-conscious or ashamed. Nervousness, on the other hand, can be a good thing. Nerves and excitement come from the same place. It’s a sense of anticipation, and they often feel very similar.
The difference lies in whether you’re worried about what’s coming or looking forward to it.
And the best part?” he asks gently, “Is that you get to decide which one you’re feeling. ”
“I do?”
He nods. “Yes. So whenever you get that feeling again, ask yourself, are you excited or nervous, and which one do you want to be.”
That’s a really strange concept to try to wrap my head around. He’s saying what emotion I feel is up to me. Do I feel self-conscious right now? I thought I did, but nervousness might be a better way to explain it.
“I know my little vixen is in there,” Sly says, bringing my eyes back to him. “But so is my little bird. And she’s the one who still gets shy.”
“Your shyness mixed with nerves is probably what’s giving you those butterflies,” Elias adds, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down my back.
“Am I… reverting?” I ask with a bit of concern.
I don’t want to go backward with all the progress I’ve made to become my own person.
It’s been a long road, learning what I like and don’t like, and how I want to act.
And being sexually confident is something I want for myself.
Sometimes that’s easy. But sometimes, like now, it’s hard.
“No, sweetheart,” Elias says, hugging me against him.
“You don’t always have to be full of confidence.
I can assure you, we all enjoy both sides of you.
I love the little sex kitten who straddled me naked and danced on my lap, but I also love this version of you who snuggles into me and bites her lips nervously. This version lets me be in control.”
“Remember, Wren,” Dex adds, “There’s no right or wrong way to act. Not with us. We love all sides of you, just as you do for us. Right?”
“Right,” I reply, smiling at him sitting behind Sly. I remember the blood lust he was lost in yesterday, and I loved him just as much like that as I did when he was my giant gentleman.
Jagger pushes to his feet, wearing only his tight boxers from where he’d been sitting behind Pete, and moves around near my feet. We all watch curiously as he starts signing. “You guys are on breakfast duty. It’s my turn with Wren.”
He reaches out a hand toward me, and I instantly take it. Elias releases me as Jagger pulls me to my feet, then lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Hey!” I cry out in surprise, and he lightly slaps my ass, making me squeak out as I grip his waist.
I feel his hands moving, so I try to look around his waist as I ask, “What is he saying?”
Pete smirks as Jagger starts carrying me off. “He said he needs to teach you a lesson about being yourself.” When he sees my wide-eyed expression, he starts laughing and waves as I’m carried out of the room.
“Where are we going?” I ask, knowing he can’t answer me.
He walks across the suite and enters a smaller bedroom I haven’t seen before.
To be honest, I thought this suite just had the two large bedrooms. I feel a little silly for not realizing this room even existed.
The bed is a little smaller, probably a queen-size, but it’s still beautifully decorated with lilac and white bedding and matching touches around the room.