Chapter 15 Wren
WREN
Oh my god. Saint’s mouth should be designated as a weapon. My thighs shake from another orgasm, and he’s showing no signs of stopping.
I’m not sure I want him to, but it’s so much.
Then, he uses his fingers until I come again. And again.
I can’t anymore. I’m going to crawl out of my body if he keeps going like this. Every nerve ending on fire, I’m like a livewire, writhing under his touch, and when I’m throbbing and overloaded, I push at his forehead gently.
“Please. God. Stop.”
He does. Right away, lifting to look at me, those hazel eyes sparking. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”
The rough concern in his voice has half a laugh falling out of me. “No. I’m a puddle of mush.”
His soft laugh winds me up. I don’t think I’ve heard him laugh the entire time I’ve been at the club.
He holds my knees together and stands, wiping hair from my forehead and cheek. I like the way he looks at me. With affection—not just attraction. No one’s looked at me quite that way before.
It’s sweet, and it has me shaking more than the multiple orgasms did.
Those big hands of his smooth over my outer thighs as he drops a kiss on the outside of my knee.
God, he is not at all like I thought he would be. Ruthless as he ate my pussy, but so gentle now.
When the shakes settle, he lets my legs drop and helps me to my knees. I can’t keep myself up right, and I want to fulfill the other half of what he promised me.
I want him to teach me how to take a cock down my throat. It seems impossible. I choke on my toothbrush if I brush too far back on my tongue. But I want to bring him a drop of the pleasure he just wrung out of me.
I reach for his belt, and his fingers run through my hair, once, twice, and then he’s got the mass of it tangled in his fist as I draw his hard cock out of his jeans. One pump, and I’m surprised by how silky the skin is. How soft but hard he is all at once.
Thick against my palm and shapely.
I’m no prude. I’ve watched my fair share of porn—even if I prefer stories over video. Saint is shapely.
I can fit him in both of my hands, squeezing his base and running my thumb over the tip. Moisture spreads under my touch.
Saint’s grip tightens, tips me back so that I look up into his eyes. They’re a bright spot of color against the black and white of his hair and beard.
“Open.” His voice is gruff, and it sends a pang down to my overly sensitive core.
I cup the head of his cock with my tongue in one languid lick before I leave my mouth open for him.
His low growl tightens my nipples. Saint lays his free hand over one of mine and tips himself between my lips. I partially drop my grip, bracing a hand against his thigh.
I take him to the back of my mouth and suck. His responding groan is delightful.
“Mmm, that’s good, wife. Take a little more. Swallow when it feels like you’re about to gag.” He tilts me a little more and presses in.
I choke, and he backs off. But I grab onto his jeans to be sure he doesn’t go too far. I can do this.
“Breathe.” Saint caresses my cheek.
I do, sucking in slow breaths before I squeeze the base of his cock again. Ready.
“That’s the spirit.” The small smile he gives me has me moaning around him. His pleasure is almost as good as being the one to please him.
I might be obsessed with breaking him open. This is a sure-fire way to crack his armor. Take a little control back.
So when he pushes again, I swallow and panic a little before he adjusts me again. “Through your nose.”
After a second, I relax, and I can suddenly breathe. It’s shallow, but I’m not suffocating. My hand relaxes on Saint’s thigh.
Then he starts to move, thrusting down my throat in a slow, smooth cadence. His jaw clenches, holding back to be gentle with me. My hum sends a tremble through him that delights me.
Who knew I would like this? I didn’t. But I do.
More.
I push up the hem of his shirt and get the sweet touch of his hot skin.
Saint pulls his shirt up, exposing solid ab muscles covered in tawny skin and dark hair. He’s solid and sexy, and the way his stomach flexes as he plunges himself down my throat is so fucking hot.
This man is pure magnetism.
And the nearly silent noises he makes, the way his breath rolls in waves, how his grip tightens…it all drives me. I want to make him come.
Tears gather, and he grows blurry, but I don’t want to miss any of it.
When he suddenly pulls free, I scramble to get ahold of him again.
“Patience.” The low rumble of his command sends a shiver through me.
Saint sits, spreading his knees as an invitation, and I crawl between them, taking hold of his shaft as I pull his head back between my lips.
“Fuck, wife. I like you eager to please.” The mix of stern and soft is heady. Addictive.
I want to make him feel good. Repay him for everything he’s doing for me. The fact that he’s not pushing me. Expecting anything from me. It makes this all the better.
His touch returns, kind and caring, keeping my hair from my face as I explore every inch of him I have access to.
He reclines like he has all day for me to touch, lick, kiss, and nibble him. The heat in his gaze confirms it.
I take as much of him in as I can and suck hard. The groan it tears out of him thrills me. Sucking and swirling my tongue, I learn every vein and ridge of him, stroking him with my hand as I explore his length.
And when Saint gets serious, he pulls my hair back into a ponytail, and he keeps me at bay for long enough that I’m looking up to him for direction.
“I’m going to use you to make myself come. If it gets too rough, just tap me to stop, okay?”
I nod, my breath catching. It frightens me a little to give up complete control, but Saint doesn’t scare me. My instincts don’t scream danger. I trust him not to hurt me.
It’s novel, but I want to enjoy it while I have it.
“Open.”
I obey, stilling as he works me down his shaft. His long thrusts build, arm and abs flexing.
“There you are. Yeah, I like that. You like taking me?”
My hum is my answer. I do like it.
“My innocent little wife turns out to be one horny little minx.” He slides down my throat, nudging me in small movements, spilling more tears down my cheeks.
When his brows furrow, his mouth parts, and that heat ratchets up between us. God, yes, I want to make him come.
Grunting and groaning, he pumps into me, and I dig my nails into thighs.
“You going to swallow everything I have to give you?”
“Mmm.”
“Such a good girl.” Part of me flashes back to all the times I’ve been told that, but none of them felt right the way this one does.
Saint pulls back, giving me free reign to swirl my tongue and hollow my cheeks sucking hard. The vein under my tongue throbs, and his entire head pulses.
I lose myself to it for a minute before he barks, “Fuck.”
Opening my eyes gives me the best view of the torment taking over Saint’s features. God, yes.
“Pump. Squeeze. Right here.” His hand strokes mine over the few inches I can grasp at his base. “Suck.”
I obey, taking his instructions with gusto. And all that control he’s usually cloaked in cracks. Agonizing pleasure tips his head back, tightens his muscles, and sends him pulsing in my mouth.
The first spurt of hot cum surprises me, but I swallow and keep swallowing as Saint groans. God, it’s hot. Watching him fall apart and being the cause of it…I’m soaked and ready for more when he relaxes under me, pulling me off his cock.
I’m panting, massaging his inner thighs as he looks me over.
What must I look like?
His thumb brushes the underside of my mouth, and I dart my tongue out to taste him. “So fucking naughty.”
He takes a few more deep breaths before he stuffs himself back in his jeans and helps me to my feet with his hands under my arms. Leaning me against his desk, I bask in how he takes care of me, bending to my feet and helping me put my shorts back on.
Saint brushes my hair out of my face, smoothing it with his fingers as he checks me over. “Okay?”
I nod, a bit dreamy and satisfied yet still burning with a need that might linger for a long, long time.
“Good. Come on. Let’s get you a drink.”
He walks me back to the bar with all the men watching, nodding to Pixie to make me a drink before leaning in to whisper in my ear. “Just want you to remember that although the lock kept them out, the walls didn’t stop them from hearing everything.”
And he just leaves me there, burning up under Doc and Sin’s stares.