Chapter 26 #2
I should stop. I should pull back. I should do a lot of things.
I don’t.
Her mouth is warm and needy, hot like she’s pouring all her frustration and longing into the kiss. She tastes like ripe berries and total recklessness. I’m feeling lightheaded from the rush of it all.
I’m not sure if she’ll change her mind, if she’ll let the reality of what this means sink in, so I pull her in tighter, holding on like it’s my only shot.
I’m against the wall. She’s right there with me. Right there and wild in a way I’ve never seen. She kisses me back with an intensity I’ve only dreamed about, like she’s making up for all the times we couldn’t.
My fingers slide under the hem of her jersey, finding her skin soft and warm. I don’t even know when I decided to let go like this, but I can’t remember a time it didn’t feel inevitable.
I can’t stop, won’t stop, not this time.
She breaks the kiss first, breathless. “We shouldn’t…”
I kiss her again, greedy for all of it, greedy for more. She groans. My fingers tremble as I push her skirt up and yank her panties down her thighs. She wriggles out of them and I slip them into my back pocket.
“I’m keeping these,” I whisper. “If you think I’m not going to jerk off with these on my face, you’re crazy.”
“Perv.”
“You love it.”
Wren smirks at me and pulls me closer, her fingers fumbling with the laces at the front of my hockey pants.
I catch her hand and shake my head, kissing her lips again.
Then I drop to my knees and press her back against the wall of coats, lifting her thighs, one at a time.
She presses into the coats until her back hits the wall and I nuzzle her damp pink pussy.
God, I can’t decide if she tastes or smells better. Don’t even get me started on the sounds she makes. I’m already hard and I’ve only begun to taste her.
She groans and rocks her hips impatiently.
If we were anywhere else, I would tease her, draw it out and make her orgasm two or three times.
But we’re at a party and someone is bound to come looking for us sooner or later.
So I run my tongue over her slit, which is dripping wet, and moan at the taste of her. Sweet and faintly metallic.
She drives her hands into my hair and I kiss her clit.
She makes a low mmm of pleasure as I circle the tender bud with my tongue.
I shift her thighs so they are wider apart, giving me better access, and suck on her clit.
Lightly at first, then with increasing vigor.
She’s panting and moaning and whispering, “Fuck, Ryan! Right there…”
Her hips rock against my chin as she runs her nails over my scalp in a way that makes me shudder. I hum as I lick and suck, wishing that we were in bed so I could fuck her with my fingers, too.
“Oh yes… oh yes!” she chants. She’s lost in the moment, not thinking about being overheard. My face is too deep in her pussy to remind her. Oh well.
Her excitement dribbles down my chin. Her fingers tighten in my hair. She goes still, crying out. “Fuck! Ryan… Fuck, I’m going to…”
Slavishly, I lick and suck her clit. She starts to disintegrate, my name on her lips as the orgasm hits. She’s panting as it seems to go on and on. I help her ride it out by running my tongue around her clit in lazy circles.
God, she’s fucking beautiful when she comes. I love watching her orgasm. It’s a little like an out-of-body experience. All I can do is watch.
At least when I’m eating her out, I know I’m giving her something good. It’s the only time I don’t feel like a mistake.
Then someone calls a name. Loudly.
“Stacy?”
A woman’s voice. She’s not looking for us, but she is looking for someone. We could easily be exposed.
We both freeze, caught. I feel her body go rigid. For a moment, the world slips back into focus. The muffled sounds of a party in full swing crash around us. She pushes at my shoulders, wild-eyed, like she’s been jolted back to reality.
I don’t her let go that easily. Not yet.
She draws a shaky breath and smooths her jersey down, her fingers trembling. I desperately want to keep her here, in this moment.
She pushes at my shoulders harder, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Put me down, Ryan!”
I do as she asks, reluctantly letting her go. She pulls down her skirt and blushes.
“Thanks,” she whispers.
I grab her hands and kiss her wrists, like she’s fragile and I’m the reason. Then I look at her earnestly. “I love the way you taste, Chirp. I’d eat that pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if you’d let me. I’d starve to death, but I’d die grinning.”
Wren shakes her head, but I can see a smile on her lips.
“You’re insane. You should be examined by a professional.”
“They’d just tell me I have pussy mania. I already know that. The only cure is more of you, sweetheart. All day, every day.”
“Yeah, right.” Her lips twist with humor and she shakes her head again. “Now get up before someone figures out where we disappeared to.”
I climb to my feet. Wren holds out her hand. “Panties, please.”
“I don’t think so. That’s my price for wrecking your pussy like it was dessert.”
“What?” Her eyes bulge slightly. “You can’t leave me commando!”
“I’m willing to take the risk.” I wink at her. “I wasn’t kidding. As soon as I’m alone, I’m going to lay down with your panties on my face and jerk off furiously.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she whispers. There’s a note of panic in her voice.
“I know.” I force the words out, even though they sting, even though they don’t come close to what I really want to say.
“We have to go. I’m going first. You wait a minute before following me.”
Like that’s going to fool anyone. But I just nod.
She disappears around the corner. I’m left alone under the overhead lights, my back pressing against the jackets. I’m dizzy, off balance, like the ground’s crumbling beneath me.
I’m wrecked. Inside and out. All I can do is lean my head back against the coats and try to remember how to breathe.
I like her. No, scratch that. I am obsessed with her. All I want is to be around this girl.
This isn’t just a hookup. This is the beginning of the end. Because if I want Wren for real… I might lose everything else.
Fuck . Do I have feelings for Wren?