Chapter 24 #2
After a few more strokes of my thumbs across her nipples, Wren pushes against my shoulders. I back off immediately, worried I’ve gone too far or hurt her somehow. But the look in her eyes isn’t pain.
It’s determination. She slides off my lap and sinks to her knees between my legs, her hands resting on my thighs. The sight of her looking up at me, lips parted and cheeks flushed, nearly stops my heart.
“I want to try something.” Her fingers play with the waistband of my track pants, sending jolts of electricity across my skin.
I swallow hard, unable to form words as she tugs at the elastic. I lift my hips slightly, helping her pull down both my pants and boxer briefs in one smooth motion. My cock springs free, harder than I can ever remember being. Her eyes widen slightly. I fight the urge to preen under her gaze.
Nah, fuck it. I give my cock a stroke, fisting it as I stare at her swollen lips. She runs her tongue over those lips and I think I might faint. I want her so badly right now.
Wren wraps her fingers around the base of my cock tentatively. I inhale sharply at the contact. Her touch is light, exploring, nothing like the confident handling I’m used to. But somehow, this gentle curiosity is more arousing than anything I’ve experienced before.
Wren leans forward, pressing her lips against the tip in a soft kiss. The teasing contact makes my thighs tense, my fingers digging into the couch to keep from grabbing her hair. She places another kiss along the shaft, then another, each one sending sparks of pleasure up my spine.
“Show me,” she whispers, looking up at me through her lashes. “Show me how you like to have your cock sucked.”
Fuck. I should not be this turned on by her inexperience, by those innocent words coming from her mouth. But goddamn, I want her. I want to teach her every filthy thing I know, want to watch her learn and grow confident with my cock.
“You sure?”
She nods, her expression eager and trusting. “I want to make you feel good, Ryan. Like you made me feel. I want to make you come.”
I reach out, burying my hands in her hair, cradling her head gently. “Start with just the tip,” I instruct, surprised at how hoarse my voice sounds. “Use your tongue. Lick around it.”
She follows my direction immediately, her tongue darting out to circle the head of my cock. The wet heat of her mouth sends pleasure shooting through me, but I try to hold myself in check. This is about her learning, not me losing control.
“That’s it,” I encourage as she takes me deeper, her lips stretching around my girth. “Now suck gently while you move up and down.”
Wren complies, establishing a slow rhythm that has me biting my lip to keep from groaning too loudly. She’s clumsy at first, teeth occasionally grazing me, but she’s a quick learner. Within minutes, she’s found a pattern that has my toes curling in pleasure.
Her eyes flick up to mine, watching my reactions carefully. There’s something incredibly intimate about that eye contact, something that makes my chest tight with an emotion I’m not ready to name.
“You can go faster,” I tell her, my fingers tightening slightly in her hair. “Take as much of my cock in your mouth as feels comfortable.”
She tries, but after a few attempts, she pulls back, a small frown creasing her forehead. “I can tell you’re holding back,” she whispers. “I want all of you, Ryan. Don’t treat me like I’ll break.”
Her words hit me like a physical blow. I’ve been treating her gently because she’s new to this, because she’s Wren.
My best friend’s little sister, the girl I’ve watched grow up, the woman I’ve secretly wanted for longer than I care to admit.
But she’s right. I’m holding back, and not just physically.
“Move back,” I say, my voice rougher than intended. She looks confused but scrambles backward. I stand, then guide her back to my cock. “Open your mouth for me, Chirp.”
Her lips part without hesitation, trust evident in her eyes. I hold her in place with one hand firmly tangled in her hair, the other guiding my cock to her waiting mouth. The position change shifts the power dynamic, putting me in control. I watch her carefully for any sign of discomfort.
“I’m going to fuck your throat,” I warn her, my cock twitching at the mere thought. “Tap my thigh twice if it’s too much.”
She nods. I slowly push forward, feeding my length into her warm, wet mouth. The sensation is incredible. I have to force myself to go slowly, to give her time to adjust. Her throat constricts around me as I push deeper. She gags slightly before relaxing.
“Good girl,” I praise, pulling back slightly before pushing in again. “You’re taking my cock so well, Chirp. That feels amazing.”
She hums against me, the vibration sending pleasure racing through my body. The sound isn’t one of discomfort. It’s arousal. The knowledge that she’s enjoying this, that she’s turned on by pleasuring me, nearly sends me over the edge.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I groan, establishing a rhythm now, my hips moving more confidently. “The way you’re taking all of my cock… I’m going to remember this forever, Chirp.”
Her eyes water slightly as I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t tap out. Instead, she hollows her cheeks, sucking harder, her tongue working against the underside of my shaft. The sensation is overwhelming, pushing me closer to the brink.
She slurps around me, the obscene sound making my toes curl and my eyes roll back. It’s too much. Her eagerness, her trust, the wet heat of her mouth. I feel the familiar tightening in my balls, the building pressure that signals I’m close.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her, trying to pull back. “You don’t have to…”
She grabs my ass, preventing my retreat, her eyes locked on mine in silent communication. The message is clear. She wants this, wants all of me. The realization pushes me over the edge.
“Oh fuck!” I grit out. “Fuck, baby…”
I come like a freight train, my entire body tensing as pleasure rips through me. I spill into her mouth, pulse after pulse, my vision blurring with the intensity. Through it all, Wren stays with me, swallowing every drop like an angel sent to destroy me.
When the last aftershock passes, I carefully pull out of her mouth, my legs trembling with the effort to remain standing. She looks up at me, lips swollen and shiny, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. There’s a hint of pride in her expression, and something else.
Something that makes my heart race for reasons entirely unrelated to physical pleasure.
“Was that okay?” she asks. I nearly laugh at the absurdity of the question.
Instead, I reach down and help her to her feet, pulling her against me in a fierce embrace. “That was fucking perfect,” I tell her. I mean every word.
I can’t resist kissing her again, tasting myself on her lips. The intimacy of it should be strange. I never kiss women after they service me. But somehow, the gesture only fuels my desire for her.
I walk her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed, our mouths still connected, our hands exploring like we have all the time in the world.
“Let me taste you,” I murmur against her lips, feeling her shiver at my words.
She nods, eyes wide and trusting. I pull my T-shirt over my head, carelessly tossing it aside. Her hands immediately find my chest, fingers tracing the contours of my muscles with fascination. The gentleness of her touch contrasts with the hunger in her eyes, making my heart race.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pink silk sleep shorts, looking into her eyes for permission. She lifts her hips slightly. I slide them down her legs, my knuckles brushing against her smooth skin. She’s left in just a pair of plain white cotton panties.
Somehow, they’re sexier than any lace or silk pair I’ve ever seen.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, meaning it more than I’ve ever meant those words before.
Her cheeks flush. She tries to look away. I catch her chin gently, bringing her gaze back to mine. “I mean it, Chirp. Every inch of you.”
I lay her back on the bed, her hair fanning out across my pillow like a halo. The sight of her there, in my bed, wearing nothing but those innocent white panties, makes my recently satisfied cock twitch with renewed interest. But this isn’t about me. This is about her.
I start at her neck, pressing soft kisses along the column of her throat.
Her pulse flutters beneath my lips, rapid and strong.
I work my way down, paying special attention to her collarbones, the hollow between them, the slope of her shoulders.
Her scent is intoxicating, like vanilla and something uniquely her.
“Ryan,” she sighs. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I move lower.
I take my time with her breasts, remembering how responsive she was before.
I circle one nipple with my tongue before drawing it into my mouth, sucking gently.
She arches beneath me, a soft moan escaping her lips.
I give the same attention to her other breast, alternating between gentle suction and light grazes of my teeth.
Her stomach trembles beneath my lips as I continue my journey downward. I can smell her arousal now, sweet and musky, making my mouth water in anticipation. I press open-mouthed kisses to her hipbones, her lower belly, deliberately avoiding where she wants me most.
“Please,” she whispers, her hips lifting slightly.
I smile against her skin, moving lower to kiss her inner thighs. The soft flesh quivers beneath my lips. I nip at the sensitive skin, leaving marks that no one but me will see. The thought is oddly satisfying.
“Patience,” I murmur. “I want to savor you.”
“You’re driving me insane.” The frustration in her voice makes me smile again.
“Turnabout is fair play. Shh, Chirp. Be a good girl for me.”