Chapter 24 #3
She squirms but doesn’t respond, which I take as encouragement.
I continue my teasing, alternating between gentle kisses and light bites along her inner thighs.
Her legs fall open wider, an unconscious invitation that makes my cock throb.
I glance up at her face and find her watching me, lips parted, eyes darkened with desire.
Finally, I brush my fingers over the damp spot at the apex of her thighs. The cotton is soaked through, evidence of her arousal. The sight sends a fresh wave of desire through me. I did this to her. I made her this wet, this ready.
She groans at the contact, her hips bucking slightly. “Ryan, please,” she begs, voice cracking. “I need more.”
I press my mouth to the wet spot on her panties, inhaling her scent before licking the fabric. The taste of her, even filtered through cotton, is exquisite. Her cry of pleasure encourages me. I lick again, this time with more pressure.
“Oh god,” she gasps, her hands clutching at the sheets.
I continue this torturous pace, licking and sucking at her through the thin fabric until the wet spot triples in size. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, her breathing becoming more erratic with each pass of my tongue.
When I judge that she’s right on the edge, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly peel them down her legs. She lifts her hips to help, her eagerness making me smile. Once the fabric is gone, I take a moment to just look at her, spread out before me, completely bare.
Her pussy is pink and perfect, glistening with her arousal. I lick my lips, anticipation building as I lower my head. The first swipe of my tongue against her bare flesh makes us both groan. She tastes sweet and tangy and uniquely Wren.
I explore her with my tongue, memorizing what makes her gasp, what makes her moan. When I find her clit, swollen and sensitive, she cries out, her back arching off the bed. I circle the small bud with my tongue, varying pressure and speed until I find the rhythm that has her panting my name.
While my mouth works on her clit, I slowly slide a single finger into her dripping pussy. She’s tight around me, her inner walls clenching as I curl my finger to find that special spot inside her. When I hit it, she buries her hands in my hair, pressing my face harder against her.
“Ryan,” she moans. “Right there. God, please don’t stop.”
As if I could. I add a second finger, stretching her gently as I continue to work her clit with my tongue. Her thighs begin to tremble, a sure sign she’s close. I increase the pressure, curling my fingers more firmly against her G-spot.
“I’m going to come,” she warns, voice high and tight with pleasure.
I hum against her in encouragement, the vibration making her gasp. Her fingers tighten in my hair, almost painful but so fucking worth it. I can feel her pussy start to contract around my fingers, her entire body tensing as the orgasm builds.
When it hits, she cries out my name, her back arching sharply. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around my fingers, her clit pulsing against my tongue. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subside, but not stopping until she pushes weakly at my head.
I place one final kiss on her sensitive flesh before moving up to lie beside her. Her eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. A light sheen of sweat covers her skin, making her glow in the dim light of my bedroom.
“You okay?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.
She opens her eyes slowly, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “More than okay,” she murmurs. “You’re so good at that. Like, too good. I can’t think about how you got so good at eating pussy.”
“It’s a natural talent. I was born this way.” I chuckle, oddly pleased by her crassness. “Glad to hear you like how I do it, though.”
She snorts, which is about the cutest reaction I’ve ever seen. “You liar.”
I watch her face as she comes down from her high, trying to memorize every detail of this moment.
The flush on her cheeks, the softness in her eyes, the way her lips curve into a smile of pure satisfaction.
I’ve been with other women, plenty of them, but this feels different.
Special. I want to remember every second of it, lock it away somewhere no one can touch it.
My body is still humming with the afterglow of her pleasure but watching her come apart has renewed my hunger.
“Are you ready to go again?” I ask.
She arches a brow. “Can you… you know?”
“I’ve been hard since I saw you in those panties.”
Wren’s cheeks flush as she nods slowly. “I want you, Ryan. I always do.”
Her words make something tighten in my chest.
I reach over to my bedside table, pulling open the drawer to grab a condom. The foil packet crinkles between my fingers as I tear it open, a sound that seems impossibly loud in the quiet room. Wren watches me with curious eyes as I roll the latex down my length with practiced ease.
Instead of positioning myself over her as she might expect, I shift onto my back, resting my head against the pillows. Her brow furrows slightly in confusion.
“Come here,” I say, my voice gentle but firm. I pat my thighs in invitation. “I want you to ride me.”
Her eyes widen, a flash of uncertainty crossing her features. “I… I don’t know how,” she admits, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
I reach for her hand, tugging her toward me. “I’ll show you. You’ll be a natural.”
She moves hesitantly, straddling my thighs just as she did earlier when we were still clothed. The difference now is that there’s nothing between us, and the heat of her core hovers tantalizingly close to my cock. I run my hands up her thighs, settling them on her hips.
“Take your time,” I tell her, fighting the urge to thrust upward. “Go at your own pace.”
Wren nods, determination replacing the uncertainty in her eyes.
She rises up slightly on her knees, reaching between us to grasp my cock.
The touch of her fingers, even through the condom, makes me inhale sharply.
She positions me at her entrance, the head of my cock brushing against her slick folds.
Slowly, so slowly it’s almost torture, she begins to lower herself onto me. The tight heat of her pussy envelops the head of my cock. I have to bite my lip to keep from groaning too loudly. She pauses, her breath catching, adjusting to the intrusion.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice strained with the effort of holding still.
She nods, a small smile playing at her lips. “It just feels… different like this. Deeper. Your dick is huge, in case you missed the memo.”
My dick throbs as though pleased by her words.
I guide her with my hands on her hips, helping her take me inch by inch.
The sight of her above me, her hair falling around her shoulders, her lips parted in concentration, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
When she finally settles fully onto me, taking my entire length, I realize I’ve never been harder in my life.
“Christ, Chirp,” I murmur, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. “You feel amazing.”
She experiments with a small roll of her hips. The sensation pulls a groan from deep in my chest. Her eyes widen at my reaction, a flicker of pride crossing her features. She does it again, this time with more confidence.
“That’s it,” I encourage, helping her find a rhythm. “Just like that.”
She throws her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she begins to move in earnest. Her hands rest on my chest for balance as she rises up before sinking back down, taking me deeper each time.
The sight of my cock disappearing into her pussy, slick with her arousal, is almost enough to send me over the edge.
I force myself to focus, to stay present. I want to make this good for her, want to watch her come apart around me again. She’s riding me harder now, her confidence growing with each movement. Her breasts bounce with the motion, her nipples hard peaks that I can’t resist reaching up to tease.
She moans when I pinch one nipple lightly, her rhythm faltering momentarily before resuming with renewed vigor. Her hips snap against mine, the sound of skin against skin filling the room along with our mingled breaths and moans.
I slip my hand between us, my thumb finding her clit among her slick folds. She gasps at the contact, her eyes flying open to meet mine. I rub gentle circles around the sensitive bud, watching as pleasure transforms her features.
“Ryan,” she begs, voice breaking. “Please, more.”
“I know what you need, sweetheart. Let it build. Don’t rush.”
I increase the pressure slightly, matching the rhythm of my thumb to the motion of her hips. Her movements become more erratic, less controlled, a sign that she’s chasing her pleasure.
“God, it’s so fucking good,” she says. “I love the way you touch me.”
Watching her fuck me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, her inhibitions completely gone as she uses my body for her pleasure. Hearing her say that makes it hard to keep a steady rhythm.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage. I feel her pussy start to contract around my cock. “That’s it. Are you going to come?”
She nods, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration, her hips snapping in a crazed rhythm that tells me she’s close. The sight of her like this, uninhibited and beautiful in her pleasure, makes something in my chest tighten.
“Eyes on me, Chirp,” I command softly. “I want you to know who’s making you come.”
Her eyes open, hazy with pleasure but focused on my face. The connection between us in that moment feels almost tangible, like a physical thing binding us together beyond just our bodies. I press my thumb more firmly against her clit.
That’s all it takes.
She falls apart with a cry that might be my name, her pussy clenching around my cock in near-violent waves. The sensation of her orgasm, combined with the sight of her face in ecstasy, pushes me right to the edge. I thrust upward, meeting her movements, chasing my own release.
So. Fucking. Perfect.
After a few more strokes, I follow her over the cliff, splintering inside her so hard that I see spots dancing at the edges of my vision. My orgasm tears through me with an intensity that leaves me breathless, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as I empty myself into the condom.
Wren collapses onto my chest, her body trembling with aftershocks. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as our breathing gradually slows. Her hair is damp with sweat where it sticks to my chest. Faintly, I can feel her heart racing against my own.
We lie there, neither of us speaking, neither of us needing to. The silence is comfortable, filled with the kind of contentment that comes after not just sex, but connection. I stroke her back lazily, not ready to break the spell that seems to have settled over us.
I’ve broken plenty of hearts. Been called every synonym for asshole in the book. But none of it ever mattered. Not until now. Not until Wren.
Eventually, she shifts slightly, propping herself up on one elbow to look at me. Her expression is soft, open in a way I’ve rarely seen from her. There’s a vulnerability there that makes my throat tight.
“What are you thinking?”
I could lie, could give her some generic response about how good she was or how much I enjoyed it. But something about the moment, about the way she’s looking at me, demands honesty.
“I’m thinking that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I tell her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m thinking I want to fuck you again. A lot.”
Her smile in response is like the sunrise, gradual and warm and full of promise. She leans down to press her lips against mine in a kiss that’s gentle but somehow more intimate than anything we’ve shared tonight.
Sometime just before sunrise, she wakes me with a kiss on my lips.
“Hey,” she whispers. “I should go before people start waking up around here.”
My arms slide around her waist and pull her closer. I kiss her like she is the air and I am thirsty for oxygen. My body stirs and she runs her hand down my flat abs, moaning just a little.
“Let me have you again before you go,” I ask.
She smiles against my lips but shakes her head. “I waited too long because I wanted to spend every last second in bed with you. But I really have to leave now. The EP is expecting the bachelorettes to start waking up in less than an hour. Believe me, I know.”
I sigh and release her. “Maybe the next time you come in here, you just leave the cameras on, huh? Then we can take as much time as we want.”
She flashes me a wicked smile. “That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard. But I’m glad to hear that you think there will be a next time.”
She gets up and starts hunting around for her shorts. I grab her and pull her to the edge of the bed, kissing her.
“Is there not going to be a next time?” I ask.
“I hope there will be,” she says. “That is, if you want it.”
Of course I want it. How could I ever refuse? I kiss her again and she sighs.
“I have to plug the cameras back in. Try not to miss me too much, huh?”
She slips out my bedroom door and I turn my head toward the bed. Not missing her will be more of a challenge than I thought.