8. Wren
EIGHT
WREN
I did it. I asked for it and he said yes.
Now what? Do I just pounce on him like I’ve wanted to all day long?
“I’ll unpause the movie, huh?” Ridley offers, and I nod.
“Yeah. Good.”
Movie music spills into the space and Ridley’s hand moves to my thigh. “Want to sit over here?”
“Over where?”
He pats his lap. “Right here.”
“To watch the movie?”
He chuckles. “Not so much.”
A lifeline. Thank fuck. “Yeah. That sounds good.”
I climb onto his lap, straddling his hips and draping my arms over his shoulders.
“Here’s the thing about me, Wren.” Reaching up, he tickles my chin. “You can ask me for whatever you want. Nothing freaks me out. Nothing is off limits. Whatever you want to do, I want to do.”
Swallowing hard, I search his eyes as my mind swirls with ideas. “Are you a firm top or bottom?”
He grins, shaking his head. “I don’t limit my fun or my pleasure.”
“Fuck,” I whisper.
Ridley reaches around me and squeezes my ass, pulling me down onto his growing erection. “You’re so hot, Wren.”
“So are you, Rid.”
“Want to get naked?”
“Do you think anyone will come downstairs?”
“I think that’s why you like this.”
“What?”
“The potential of getting caught. It makes it even more exciting, doesn’t it?”
Is that why I keep coming down here instead of knocking on his door?
“Yeah, I guess it does.”
“So, yeah, they might. What do you want to do about that?”
“Nothing.”
“Good.” He tugs his shirt over his head and tosses it onto the couch. “Do you like your nipples sucked?”
A shiver moves down my spine. “Why don’t you find out?”
“Why don’t I?” Ridley tugs my shirt up, moaning softly when he reveals my chest.
He latches on, sucking and swirling his tongue over my hardened nub, and I tangle my fingers in his soft hair. My cock responds, swelling quickly as I grind on his cock where it’s pressing into my ass.
Ridley moves to my other side, sucking and nipping, driving me wild. He moans, gazing up at me. “I think you like it.”
I nod, biting my bottom lip. “I have something in my pocket.”
He raises an eyebrow, reaching down to feel me up. As he grabs my dick, I smile.
“That’s not my pocket.”
“Right. Sorry.” He chuckles, sliding his hand into one, then the other. His grin widens when he pulls out the little packet of lube. “Thinking ahead. I like it.”
“I was hopeful.”
He smacks my ass. “Up.”
I push up onto my knees enough for Ridley to pull my shorts down and then off. He raises his hips and tugs his sweats down his thighs, and I exhale with relief as I settle on his lap again, my legs wrapped around him now so that we can really get close. His cock slides perfectly against my crease.
“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs before tearing open the lube packet with his teeth and pouring it on both our cocks. “There you go, rabbit. Do what you want.”
“Rabbit?”
He shrugs, smirking. I don’t hate it. Besides, there’s a dick to frot. I wrap my hands around both our shafts and begin stroking. I’m expecting Ridley to lie back and enjoy, but he doesn’t do that at all. He squeezes my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and rubbing me there.
“This okay?” he asks, his voice ragged.
I nod, stroking faster. “Yes.”
“Slow down,” he whispers. “Make it last.”
“Okay.” I blow out a breath. “Slow down.”
Ridley holds my gaze as he teases my hole, making no attempt to enter me.
His eyes are heavy with the same lust I feel, and it’s hard to believe I didn’t let myself want this sooner.
Not just with him, with anyone. I thought the way to healing was staying far away from any man, but blowing off steam with him is doing a lot more for me than sitting in my room by myself.
“You’re thinking,” he says. “Just feel.”
“Feel.”
“Let it all go, man. Sink into this moment with me.”
Nodding, I hold his gaze. “I can do that.”
“I know.” His hands move up my body to my back, and he squeezes my muscles. “Your skin is so soft.”
“Yours is colorful.”
He laughs softly. “You like it?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He hisses with pleasure and exhales slowly. “Fuck yeah.”
I look down at my hands, watching the heads of our cocks peek between my slick fingers. His throbs as he helps by pumping his hips.
“I don’t want this to end,” he whispers, leaning in and nipping the edge of my jaw. “I want to rub on you until morning.”
“We can do it again tomorrow.”
Ridley flicks his tongue across his bottom lip. “Nah, rabbit. Tomorrow I gotta have you in my mouth again. I need another taste.”
“Ooh.” My stomach flutters as my cock twitches, spilling precum to join the sticky lube. “Yes.”
He reaches up and pinches my nipples, gazing at me with those intense eyes of his. “I love looking at you. I always have.”
“I didn’t know.”
Ridley smiles. “S’okay. This was worth waiting to be noticed.”
I almost scoff. Ridley waiting to be noticed? Everyone notices him. How blind I was to see him as nothing more than a boss and a friendly person. Sure, I knew he was hot, but I guess I couldn’t imagine how he could see anything in me.
“You’re thinking again,” he murmurs. “When you should be coming.”
“I don’t have to slow down anymore?”
“I can’t take it.”
“Good.” I lean forward, burying my face in the crook of his neck, stroking us fast and hard.
Ridley reaches around me, massaging my balls and rubbing my crease, biting my shoulder as he groans and shoots the first sticky rope of cum between us, coating my hand.
I shiver violently as I join him, free falling over the edge.
He wraps his arms around me, holding me as I twitch and flinch until I’m completely empty.
I collapse against him, slowly catching my breath. His skin is warm, moistened with sweat, and I inhale him, the mixed scent of our cum tickling my nose.
My eyelids grow heavy, and the thought of falling asleep right here flits by, but that would be weird as fuck, so I force myself upright, glancing down at the mess we created. Ridley looks relaxed and a little sleepy too as he reaches for his t-shirt and uses it to clean us up.
“Thanks,” he whispers. “That was incredible.”
I nod, scooting off his lap and tugging my shorts up. “I think I might be able to sleep.”
“Me too.” He reaches for the remote and flicks the TV off. “See you in the morning?”
I hold his gaze for just a second, silently thankful for how chill he is. I chose wisely. Ridley isn’t going to make things weird or try to make this something it’s not.
“See you in the morning, Ridley.”