Chapter 10 Sly
CHAPTER TEN
SLY
“Ilike when you take control,” she admits bashfully, her cheeks turning pink from the confession. I grunt in approval as my dick kicks against my slacks, straining to get closer to her. She has no idea what those words do to me. She’s unknowingly telling me she wants to be my submissive.
“I’m trying to be good, Wren, but you make it impossible.” I run the back of my finger up and down one of her cheeks, the bright pink flush luring me in.
I’ve imagined what it would be like to touch her since she first started writing to us, and seeing her in person, it’s becoming harder and harder to hold myself back.
I want to own her, to possess her, to make her feel me so deeply that there is no question in my mind that she can’t live without me.
“The things I imagined while reading your letters could ruin you.”
“I trust you,” she whispers, unknowingly making me want her even more.
“You’re so beautifully perfect for me, little bird,” I whisper, pressing my hard cock against her center as I pin her to the tree a little harder, freeing my hands to glide up her thighs to the apex of her legs. Her pretty skin grows redder, but I know she loves the praise.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me. I think it’s only fair that I reward you now. Would you like that?”
She nods quickly, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she rubs herself against me. My dick grows harder, and I squeeze her legs in warning.
“Stay still, Wren.”
“Sly! I need you, please! I want you to—” She cuts herself off as a moan escapes her lips.
“You want me to what?” I ask, desperate to know and even more desperate to give it to her, whatever it is.
She shakes her head, refusing to answer, and I tsk at her.
“That’s not nice. You can’t tease me like that, Wren.
Were you going to say you want my fingers in your pussy?
” She whimpers but shakes her head. “Ah, you want my tongue inside you then?” Her fingers dig into my shoulders, telling me she likes the idea, but she shakes her head again.
“What is it then? What do you want me to give you?”
“Your cock!” she cries out, startling me at her confession.
“Wren…” I sigh heavily, and her brows pinch as she tries to pull me closer to her.
“Please, Sly. I want you to make love to me.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, dropping my head back as I try to restrain myself from doing just that.
“You don’t want to?” she whispers, sounding hurt.
My eyes whip back to her in alarm. “No, Wren, of course I want that. But I refuse to take your virginity with a quicky against a tree. You deserve so much more than that.”
Her shoulders drop a little as if she understands what I’m saying, but is disappointed. I try not to grin at that. She’s disappointed I’m not going to have sex with her… I can work with that.
“When you and I connect like that for the first time, I want to take my time. I’m going to worship every inch of your body while your hands are bound above your head or behind your back so you’ll have no choice but to take what I give you.”
She gasps, her hips trying to buck against mine. “What about my reward?”
The corner of my mouth tugs up a fraction, enjoying her heightened state of arousal. I run one thumb over her panties, right up her slit, and she gasps, her breasts pressing against my chest as she tilts her lips up to mine.
“You mean this reward?” My lips dip to hers at the same time I push her panties aside and sink two fingers deep into her. She cries out against my mouth, making me groan in approval as I swallow up the sounds, keeping them for my ears only.
I pump my fingers in and out quickly, aware that we have a limited time to work with. When I feel her core start to tighten, I rub circles on her clit with my thumbs, and she explodes. I work my damn hardest to keep her screams contained while I continue finger fucking her through her release.
When she finally stops spasming, I pull my fingers out and lick them clean before fixing her underwear and helping her stand on her feet.
I cup her blissed-out face as I tell her, “Next time you don’t have to wait so long to ask for a release.”
Her eyebrows raise in surprise. “Really? What if we’re… You know… not alone?”
“Leave that to me. You don’t have to worry about it. You just say the word, and I’ll make sure that either me or one of the other three gets you coming on our fingers or tongues as soon as possible.”
“What’s the word?” she whispers, licking her lips as she tilts her head up to me from her petite height.
I smirk. “Humpback whales.”
She laughs, then watches her own hands roam down my chest, stopping at my belt. “What about you?” she asks, biting her lips coyly.
I lean to the side and see Jagger and Elias leaning against the SUV.
Jagger sees me and gives me a thumbs-up, which I return.
What a strange gesture. I don’t think I’ve given anyone a thumbs-up in my life.
But I have to admit, it’s kind of nice to have him and the others watching out for us, keeping Elias away, and giving us a moment together.
“Sly?” She tugs on my belt. “Will you let me touch you?”
My beautiful, naive little bird is turning into a sexy little nympho. And she’s still a virgin.
“Kneel,” I command, trying not to sound too forceful as I don’t want to scare her. Her eyebrows lift in surprise, but the way her eyes heat as she quickly drops to her knees in the grass before me tells me she enjoys the authority in my tone.
I reach forward, needing to touch her as my fingers thread through her silky hair.
“Take it out,” I command. She bites her lip, then reaches up, undoing my zipper and gently reaching in to free me from my confines.
The moment her soft fingers wrap around me, I have to place a hand on the tree to stop myself from crumbling to the ground.
“Lick it,” I say, my voice husky with need. She leans forward and runs her tongue right up my shaft and over my slit. I grunt in approval, and she does it again. I’ve had plenty of dalliances before, but nothing compares to watching my sweet little bird on her knees, touching me this way.
I tighten my free hand in the hair at the back of her head, and she actually moans. Moans! As if she enjoys me holding her tightly, as if the mere knowledge of my enjoyment actually arouses her.
She’s fucking perfect. “Open up, Wren,” I whisper around gritted teeth, trying to hold myself back. After her rubbing against me, working me up, and now having her warm, tantalizing mouth on me, I’m already ready to explode.
Her mouth opens wide, and she doesn’t wait for permission to feed herself my rock-hard cock. Normally, I would punish her for not waiting for my command, but we are short on time, not to mention the fact that there is no way I want her to remove her warm, soft mouth from me.
It’s hard to think she’s only done this a couple of times; she’s definitely a natural and a fast learner. But I think the part that makes my climax start to rush forward is the fact that she’s whimpering and moaning as if she’s just as turned on as I am.
“I’m going to come. Will you swallow it for me like my good little girl?” I ask, remembering how she wanted to swallow Jagger’s release. The sight of that had driven me wild with jealousy at the time, even though her hand had been on me.
She gives a little nod just as my balls tighten and my fingers tighten in her hair even more. I try not to hurt her as I take over the rhythm, thrusting into her mouth as fast as I can. Suddenly, my release explodes out of me, and only my hand on the tree keeps me from collapsing onto her.
Like a pro, she greedily takes everything I give her, licking me clean and even helping to recloth me. I pant heavily above her, and she tilts her head back to look up at me, a bit of nervousness on her face. “Did I do okay?”
“You were spectacular,” I admit. Her smile is wide, and I can see she feels proud of herself right now. She should.
Knowing we need to get back to the others, I start to tell her, “We should—”
“Humpback whale,” she blurts out, cutting me off. My eyes widen before a small laugh escapes me. She looks sheepish as she avoids my eyes and says. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. But doing that was really… hot.”
I drop to my knees in front of her, grab her behind the legs, and yank her to me before pressing her to her back.
“What—Oh!” Before she can even ask what I’m doing, my head is under her skirt, her panties pulled aside, and my tongue is spearing into her. “Yes! Sly!” She groans as she starts thrashing back and forth in the grass.
I slide one hand up, under her crop top, and yank her bra down, freeing one of her delectable breasts. I roll her swollen nipple between my fingers, and she gasps, her hips trying to buck her needy sex against my mouth.
I use two fingers to part her folds, lick straight up her center, and suck her clit into my mouth.
Then I drive my fingers into her. She comes fast, both of her hands fly up to cover her mouth as she tries to smother her scream, her core clenching around my fingers as I stroke her through her climax.
Fuck, making her come just for me, twice, is something I’m incredibly grateful for.
I’m not foolish enough to think I can ever keep her for myself, and I admit that having multiple people watch out for her helped to ease my nerves about losing her.
Between the four of us—five if you count Elias, which I don’t—there is always at least one person with her.
There’s no way she’ll ever be taken from us again.
Her arms drop to the sides as she breathes heavily. I pull her clothes back in place, giving her a few seconds to rest before I help her stand and smooth out her hair.
“Elias is probably wondering what’s taking us so long,” she says as I wrap my arm around her shoulders and guide her back toward the others.
“I’m sure he has some idea what we’ve been up to,” I tell her calmly. Inside, I’m strutting like a preening peacock, eager to see the jealousy plastered on Elias’s face when he realizes what we’ve been up to.
“Oh,” she says as the SUV comes into sight. The two doors facing us are open, and Jagger and Elias lean against them, while Dex paces back and forth. Pete just stands there, staring in our direction as he flicks a knife open and closed.
“Would it bother you if he knew what we did?” I ask, wondering if she’s embarrassed or ashamed.
“Umm, it doesn’t bother me, per se. I just don’t want to upset him.”
“Ahh,” I say with a nod. “So you know he has feelings for you?” She has come a long way since we met her. I’m not sure she would have understood the signs of desire he’s been showing back then.
“I know he cares about me. He always has. We’ve been best friends our whole lives.” Hmm… Maybe she doesn’t see his infatuation as anything other than friendship. I’m not going to be the one to tell her, either. The longer I could keep them apart and stop anything from starting, the better.
Although I’d be a fool not to see the chemistry they have, it’s only a matter of time before he makes a move.
I wouldn’t begrudge him for it either. As much as I didn’t trust him at first, it’s clear he’s dedicated his life to finding a way to free her.
But I think he took the wrong approach. I would have gotten her out of there seven years ago, when he first realized that she was being treated poorly.
I get why he did what he did, but he should have acted sooner.
“Finally!” Dex says as we approach the SUV.
“Sorry for the delay, there was something I needed to take care of immediately,” I tell him, my eyes flicking to Elias to see his jaw and fists clench with anger.
“You got a little something here,” Pete says, reaching forward and plucking a leaf I may have purposely left from Wren’s hair.
She looks up at me with wide eyes. “Whoops,” I say with a straight face as her cheeks grow pink.
“Can we go?” Elias says angrily.
“I’m sorry, Elias,” she says, looking shy again. “Do you think I could run to the bathroom before we leave?”
“I’ll take you,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her toward the building.
“Be quick this time, would ya?” Pete yells at our backs, but I can hear the laughter in his voice.
When we get inside, I direct her to the larger family washroom, so I can use the facilities as well, without leaving her unguarded.
“Uh, Sly?” she asks, realizing there is no privacy in here; it’s just one room with a toilet and sink in it.
I turn to face the door. “Sorry, Wren. But I need to go too, and I won’t leave you alone. I’ll stay facing this way until you’re done.”
She huffs in annoyance, but I hear her clothes rustling. “You’re lucky I only need to pee,” she says in exasperation.
My lips twitch in amusement, and when I hear the sink running, I turn around to relieve myself. She squeaks, quickly turning to face the door when I don’t wait for her to move. “It’s not like you haven’t already seen it,” I say in amusement.
“Don’t you think it’s weird to have someone watch you pee?” she asks as I zip myself back up and wash my hands.
“Not really. In the men’s bathroom, you’re often standing at a urinal beside someone else. We all have to urinate, why be shy about it?”
She just gives me a non-committal hum as I clasp her shoulder and reach forward to unlock the door. As I lean in to pull it open, I unknowingly make the biggest mistake of my life and look down at her, wanting to see her flustered face instead of making sure the coast is clear.
It’s not.
That’s why it takes me a second too long to notice the threat standing in front of us. I raise my head just as a fist comes flying toward my face, knocking me out cold.