Chapter 6 Wren
CHAPTER SIX
WREN
Hugging Bluey, my stuffed whale, to my chest, I stare at the TV with rapt fascination. We’re watching a documentary on humpback whales, and I still can’t get over how majestic they are. I’d love to see them in real life, to get a true sense of their size.
Pete’s arm hangs around my shoulders and his fingers start drawing soft circles on my arm as he holds me to his side on the couch.
At first, it feels soothing, but then a different feeling starts to spread through my body.
I lean my head against his shoulder, and my hand moves from Bluey’s fuzzy blue fur to Pete’s toned chest. I start to mimic his movements slowly, my fingers gently caressing him through his shirt.
His free hand moves to my leg that’s basically resting on his, and his thumb starts to work back and forth over my black jeans on my inner thigh.
The movement is innocent enough at first, before his fingers trail higher and brush over my center.
Even though he’s touching me over my jeans, knowing he’s thinking about touching me like that, has my core clenching as I squirm against him.
“I’m getting hungry,” he suddenly announces loudly to the room, making me jump a little. His arm and hands hold me a little tighter, as if telling me not to go anywhere. Then he moves his hand away from my thigh and rests it across the back of the couch, leaving me a little disappointed.
“I saw a couple of restaurants across the street. Elias, why don’t you and Sly go grab us some food?”
“Who made you the boss?” Sly asks from the nearby couch, with a pointed scowl on his face. I glance up just as Pete’s head tilts toward me, his eyes on Sly as he wiggles his eyebrows.
Sly seems to take a moment to look at me, his eyes taking in the way I’m curled into Pete’s side, and no doubt noticing what is likely to be a blush on my heated cheeks.
“Although I am getting hungry.” I swallow with a heated nervousness as his eyes bore into mine.
“Dex, you’re the strongest; you should go to protect Elias and our food.
” I can sense Sly’s manipulation to avoid leaving, and I try not to grin at his efforts.
“Besides, you know what we all like to eat. I’d probably get something you hate accidentally, like a vegan burger. ”
“No way in hell I’m eating that fake meat crap!
” Dex says, jumping to his feet. I wasn’t sure what fake meat was, but I watch in amusement as he stomps over to Elias and smacks the back of his shoulder.
“Come on, Eli, I’m starving now that they’ve mentioned food.
” I think it’s meant to be a friendly gesture, but his strength has Elias lurching forward from where he’s hunched over his computer, and he turns to scowl at the big guy.
“Well? Aren’t you coming?” Dex asks eagerly.
Elias turns, his eyes finding mine instantly.
He presses his lips together in a tight line as he takes in the way I’m sitting with Pete.
Finally, he drops his gaze and nods, pushing his hair back as he stands to go with Dex.
“Yeah, I’ll come.” Just before he closes the door to the hallway, he looks back over his shoulder and tells us, “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. ”
He closes the door with a resounding thump, and instantly, Pete is on me, pushing me to my back on the couch and hovering over me as his hand trails up my thigh.
“Finally, I get some private time with you.”
My eyes bounce to where Sly and Jagger have moved closer as I whisper, “Umm, Peter? I don’t think we’re alone.”
His grin is full of mischievousness. “No, not alone. But I don’t mind them seeing what I’m about to do.”
Jagger’s hand lands heavily on Pete’s shoulder, yanking him back far enough that he’s forced to look at him. He starts signing, a stern expression on his face. “Don’t take it too far.”
“Oh, don’t worry, G.I. Jagger, I won’t do any more than you did with her this morning.”
My cheeks heat as I ask, “You knew about that?”
He turns back to me, lowering his upper body to hover right over mine as he grins wildly at me. “Oh, Wren, the whole house heard what you two were up to. If you wanted privacy, you should have shut the door.”
“Dios mio!” I clasp my hands over my cheeks to hide my embarrassment, and he chuckles, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head right before he kisses me.
His kiss is firm and demanding, and I’m forced to open to his prodding tongue.
The way it circles mine has my core tightening as I moan against him.
First Jagger, and now Pete, they were really working me up, and if I don’t get relief soon… Well, I don’t know what I’ll do, exactly. But I won’t be happy if they leave me like this.
He moves his mouth to my neck, and I suck in some much-needed air as I beg him, “Peter! Please!”
“What do you need, angel?” he asks right before his teeth nibble on my earlobe, which sends another burst of lust straight to my center.
“I-I-I need to come. Please help me?”
He pulls back to look at my anguished face and his grin softens. “Oh, Wren, you have no idea what those words do to me.”
He rubs his hard erection against my thigh, and I moan, realizing that he likes me begging him. I wonder what it would feel like to have him inside of me. Just the thought of him thrusting his hips against mine and filling me up has me growing damp.
“Please, Peter!” I beg again, hoping it gets me what I need.
He licks his lips, and with a heated glint in his eyes, he sits up, his hands moving to my jeans as he undoes them.
In some impressive move, he manages to pull them down to my ankles without getting off the couch, then he surprises me by grabbing the cotton of my crop top and shoving it, and my bra, up to my neck.
I gasp loudly when he suddenly squeezes both my breasts, his fingers quickly finding my pebbled nubs.
When he pinches them, I arch my back up into him.
I’ve only been touched once like this before, when I had his cock in my mouth, and Jagger was touching me here.
I’d somehow already forgotten how amazing it felt as I squirm beneath his touch.
“Mmm, these are gorgeous. I wonder, do they taste as good as they look?”
He glances over his shoulder at Jagger, who surprises me by signing, “Better.”
Pete grins right before he dives down, his warm mouth covering one nipple while his fingers toy with the other one.
After a minute, he switches sides, giving them equal treatment.
I can’t help but writhe under him, my hips thrusting up to try and get some relief where I need it, my hands fist in his hair as I hold him to me.
His free hand starts to move between us, and slowly, he pushes it into my panties until he finds my clit. The second he touches it, I scream, the sensation being too much.
A large hand comes down to cover my mouth, and I open my eyes, not knowing when I even closed them, to find Jagger kneeling beside me. He presses his finger against his pursed lips, telling me to be quiet.
He releases my mouth and tilts my head toward him, kissing me right as Pete’s finger dips inside me.
I moan against Jagger as Pete starts thrusting harder and harder, my hips matching his hand movement.
He adds a second finger, and I know I’m so close; all I need is pressure on my clit, and I’ll finally be able to come.
His thumb grazes it lightly, teasingly, not enough to give me what I need, and I moan in frustration.
“What’s wrong, angel?” Pete asks, sitting up as Jagger pulls back, letting me turn to Pete to answer.
“Stop playing with me!”
Pete lazily rolls my nipple between his fingers as his fingers continue a slow, torturous in-and-out motion. “You have been a good girl lately. I suppose I could let you come. What do you think, Sly? Should I let her come now?” he asks without dropping eye contact with me.
Sly steps forward, his heated eyes trailing down my body as he hums in thought. “Maybe. But first, I think you should taste her.”
My eyes widen in surprise, not expecting him to suggest Pete is the one to do that.
“Good idea, I haven’t had a chance to do that yet.”
He moves backward on his knees, grabbing the sides of my panties and pulling them down my legs as he goes. I fight the urge to cover myself as I watch his eyes heat with pleasure.
When he’s far enough back, he lies on his stomach, bringing his mouth to hover right over me and inhaling. My cheeks redden, worried about how bad I might smell considering how wet I was, but he just groans before his tongue darts out for a quick swipe through my folds, making me gasp.
“Angel…” he groans. “You taste… heavenly.” He licks me again, firmer this time, and I whimper, my body quickly moving back to the edge of an orgasm.
He holds my hips down, controlling the movement and not letting me thrust up into him, and I drop my head back in frustration. I see Jagger and Sly watch Pete move with restrained hunger in their eyes.
“Jagger?” He turns his head toward me in question. “Can I—” I lick my lips and try again. “Can I taste you?” If I thought he looked turned on before, that has nothing on the heated look he gives me now. With a quick jerk of his head, he pushes up on his knees and starts to unfasten his cargo pants.
Within seconds, his thick, hard cock is in his hand, making my eyes widen.
It’s thicker than Pete’s, though not quite as long.
And I wonder how much of it I’ll actually be able to get in my mouth.
He strokes it a few times as his free hand moves to my chin.
I moan as his thumb slips into my mouth at the same time Pete’s tongue pushes inside me.
I let Jagger pull my mouth open and watch with excitement as he moves forward, his kneeling position putting his cock at the perfect height for him to feed it to me slowly, inch by inch.