18. Wren #2
He scoffs a laugh, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he digs into me.
I have more questions, but my brain is officially in get-off mode and all I can do is enjoy Ridley pounding me into his mattress, attacking my mouth over and over again, and bringing out everything he’s got in his arsenal to make me forget every man I’ve ever met before him.
At this rate I could forget my own damn name.
“Want your cum,” Ridley whispers, biting my earlobe. “Want you to come on my cock.”
He rolls us over suddenly so that he’s on his back.
I scramble to straddle him, managing to keep his cock inside me, and start riding him.
Ridley grips my hips, nodding encouragement as he bucks to hit the sensitive spot deep inside me.
I claw at his pecs for balance, grinding my ass into him before reaching down to fist my cock.
“Yes,” Ridley whispers. “Use me to get off, gorgeous. You’re so fucking hot, Wren.”
His words send a ripple up and down my spine, but I have to remember this is just fun. Just because he’s the only man to talk to me this way during sex doesn’t mean I’m special or that this is something it isn’t.
Ridley digs his fingers harder into my hips, rocking me back and forth and giving me the space I need to fist my sticky cock.
“Give it to me. Spray it all over me.”
“Fuck, Rid,” I pant, chasing after the orgasm building deep inside me.
“So close,” he murmurs. “You first, rabbit.” He shakes beneath me, his brow creased as he holds back to give me time to blow first.
The idea that he cares that much is the final push I needed.
My cock pulses, releasing the first sticky rope of cum across his chest. I force my eyes to stay open so I can watch his face as he licks his lips and his face tenses.
My hole stretches as his cock swells inside me, then I see the relief spread across his features as he unloads.
I ride him until my legs shake and my cock is too sensitive to touch, then fall forward. Ridley wraps his arms around me and we lie together, sticky and sweaty, until his softening cock slides out of me.
He reaches between us to deal with the condom, but I don’t make any attempt to move.
I can’t. I’m too busy fighting back the wave of emotion threatening to burst inside me.
Unfortunately, I lose the battle, and my body shakes with tears of release, relief, and pure fucking joy.
I had no idea moving on physically from Trent would feel like a monumental step in my life, but here we are, and I’m embarrassing myself.
I shift in an attempt to get up and get the hell away from Ridley, but he wraps his arms around me even tighter, comforting me as he rubs my back. It feels too good to fight, so I give in, relaxing into him and letting the tears flow until they stop on their own.
I’m drained and slightly embarrassed, but damn, I feel a thousand pounds lighter.
“Sorry,” I mutter after fuck knows how long.
“For what?”
“Whatever that was. I couldn’t hold it back.”
“Want to tell me what caused it?”
I nod and he releases me, allowing me to roll onto my back. I wipe my cheeks, avoiding his eyes as he rolls onto his side, balancing on his elbow. When I steal a glance at his face, he looks open, non-judging, kind—the same way he always looks at me.
“I wanted to move on from Trent, physically, you know? That’s what started all of this.”
Ridley nods.
“I knew it was important for me to do that. I needed to feel empowered again and to know that I was still…” I shrug. “Attractive, I guess. Not damaged goods.”
His brow creases, but he remains silent, only nodding again in response.
“I didn’t realize it would feel like being let out of a cage. I’m so glad I asked you. You were definitely the right choice to prove to me that…” I shake my head, suddenly unsure how much I should say.
“Go on. You’re safe with me. Say what you need to.”
Turning my head, I search his eyes, seeking the courage to continue. Ridley’s expression is soft, open, sweet, and I nod, managing to get the words out.
“You made me feel incredible. Like I was something special. It’s been a long time since anyone made me feel… Maybe I never have.” I swallow around the lump of tension in my throat. “I think the guys I chose in the past were easy. At least at first. I didn’t expect much and I didn’t get much.”
Ridley rubs my arm. “Because you didn’t think you deserved more?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t know why I chose losers with control issues. I should probably get some therapy about it.”
“Nothing wrong with therapy. It can be helpful.”
I twist my lips, then decide to just say what’s on my mind. “I think I healed a little bit just now. You showed me there’s more out there than I knew there could be. Someone like you could want me, at least for this.”
“It pisses me off that you have no idea how amazing you are. I’ve crushed on you since the minute I laid eyes on you. I kept my distance because you were in a relationship and then getting over one but, dude, you’re like the perfect guy.”
“Me?”
He nods. “Gorgeous, talented, funny. Being a ginger is a bonus.”
I laugh at that. “I always hated my hair growing up. I hated my freckles.”
“I hope you’re over that now, because you’re fucking hot. For what it’s worth, Wren, if I was the kind of guy who wanted picket fences, I’d lock you down so fast your head would spin. I just don’t know if I am that guy.”
I nod, absorbing his words. His honesty is refreshing, but… “I’m not sure what I want anymore. I don’t know if it’s picket fences or random hookups, but I know that—” I stop myself again, but Ridley squeezes my arm.
“Go on. Tell me what you want, and if I can give it to you, I will.”
I clear my throat. “I want this. More of this with you. Whatever this is. It’s enough for now. More than enough. If you want that too. I promise not to fall in love or get weird.”
He smiles, reaching over to brush my hair off my forehead. “I’m not sure we can promise not to fall in love. I don’t think that’s how it works.”
My chest tightens. “Right.”
“I’ll be honest, Wren, I’m a little scared. I like you, a lot, and I love what we do together. I want more too.”
He doesn’t have to tell me why it scares him. He could fall and I could leave, or the opposite could happen. Either of us could meet someone tomorrow who checks all the boxes, and we’d have to watch the other move on before we’re ready. We share the same fear.
“We said at the beginning we’d just see how it goes.”
Ridley nods. “Yeah.”
“So we keep doing that, right? We just do what feels good and see how it goes.”
The wrinkle in Ridley’s brow flattens and he smiles. “I can do that.”
“Me too.”
He rolls closer, kissing me softly. “What would feel good to me right now is getting some food.”
I laugh softly. “I could eat.”
“Will you stay? Will you hang out?”
This is the danger zone. The hanging out together, talking, opening up. But I don’t think anything could drag me out of here right now.
“I’ll hang out.”