Chapter 25
Wren
He turns, and the air thins. I almost can’t breathe.
I need to be strong. I need to show him that I want him. That I’m okay with everything he just said. I need to make it very clear, or he’s going to leave. It can’t just be words; there need to be actions.
I can do this.
I want him.
I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.
He saw me in my underwear and told me he thought I was attractive, so he must mean it. He likes me just fine and just the way I am. I have to own it.
I will.
I shove the covers aside and stand. Going toward him.
His eyes narrow and darken. His intense stare only grows more intense. He keeps his eyes on mine.
I reach back and unhook my bra.
“Wren.” The word is choked. It comes out as both a warning and a plea. He can try to scare me all he wants, but it won’t work.
I pull it off, letting it fall at my feet.
Then I hook my thumbs under the top of my underwear and pull them down, stepping out of them.
I wish I had known this was going to happen.
I would have trimmed down there. I would have shaved my legs yesterday.
Instead, I decided to wear pants. I was running late. Shit happens.
No!
I need to stop this way of thinking.
None of it matters.
I stand tall, pulling my shoulders back, praying he doesn’t turn and leave now that he’s seen me naked and at my most vulnerable.
“You’re sure about this?” he asks, his eyes still on mine.
“Yes.” I’m shocked at how steady my voice is.
His eyes finally track my body. His jaw tightens, and his muscles bulge. He gets this tic on the side of his jaw. Grim looks pissed off, but when his eyes lock back with mine, I realize that it’s desire.
He wants me. He wants me badly. It gives me confidence.
“We need to set a few rules first,” he says.
“I thought we already did that.”
“Not even close.” He shakes his head.
“Okay.” I shrug. “Go right ahead.”
“What would you consider to be out of bounds, Wren?”
“What do you mean by out of bounds?” I frown.
“Are you comfortable with any sexual position?” he asks.
“How many positions are there?”
He smiles, and I swear my clit does this zing thing. I have this urge to squeeze my legs shut, to rub them together. I need friction. I need to come so badly.
“There are a lot of positions. On your knees, on top of me, under me, on your side, backwards, standing with your legs closed, with your legs open, upside down. There are so many ways to make a female come…trust me on that.”
It’s my turn to smile. “Are we staying for a few days or a few hours? How many positions can you put me in? Because I want this…I do. But I also think it would be better if it didn’t happen again.” I don’t want to fall for him. That would be terrible.
His eyes darken, and his Adam’s apple works. “Agreed. As to how many positions we could try before we have to leave. My answer is quite a few.”
“A few?” I lick my lips. I’m tempted to touch myself right now. “I just want you inside me already. I don’t care about the position. I don’t think it matters that much.”
“Oh, it matters, Wren. It matters that I find all of your G-spots and that I work them all.”
“Oh…um…” I chew on my lip. “Okay, then…” I nod. “Fine.” My voice is choked. Is he for real? “In that case, you can bend me like a pretzel.”
He smiles, but it quickly turns serious. “Oh, and shit…are you on birth control?”
“Yes…I am.”
“Are you sure, because I could go and find condoms. I know for a fact that they have them here somewhere. We encourage Tributes to practice safe sex. It—”
“I get an injection every six months that prevents pregnancy. I went in not even six weeks ago for my last shot, so we’re good. Unless you would prefer to use a condom.”
He looks angry again. He seems to bristle. “I would prefer bareback. I’d like to feel your wet pussy against my cock…skin to skin.”
“Holy shit, Grim. If you keep talking like that, I’m going to come before you even touch me.”
I’m vibrating with need.
His chest rises and falls in quick succession. I think he feels the same as I do, which is good.
“What about anal sex?”
“What about it?” Now I’m panicking a little.
“Have you…um done that before? Do you like to have anal…um…sex? Don’t answer any of that.
Do you want to have anal sex with me?” I shake my head.
“No, don’t answer that either. I don’t think we need to go there.
Surely it hurts. Is it good for a guy? I mean, giving anal, not receiving.
” I put a hand over my face, which is hot.
“Forget I said all of that. I just…it’s…
no one has ever asked me that before. That’s all. ”
He chuckles. “We don’t have to have anal sex, Wren. I thought I would check. Some females like it, that’s all.”
I heave a sigh of relief. “Okay…good.”
“What about touching your ass?”
“My ass? Or my…? Do we have to talk about all of this? Can’t we just do it?”
“Yes, we have to talk about it. I don’t want to assume you’re okay with something when you’re not,” he growls. “I want you to enjoy yourself. I’m not going to put you into missionary position and gently coax a mediocre orgasm out of you. That’s not me.”
“I will enjoy myself.”
“I know you will, I’ll make sure of it. I’m talking about your asshole, Wren. Can I touch it during sex?”
“Why would you want to…?” My face is on fire.
“Yes, or no. I think you should consider letting me touch you there. It won’t hurt. You’ll fucking love it, I swear.”
“Okay…yes…fine.” What am I even agreeing to? I should say no.
“You sure?” He lifts his brows.
“Yes.” I nod, sounding certain. I’m a sicko. It’s official. I want my butthole touched during sex.
“Can I spank you?”
“What?” My eyes go wide. “You seriously want to spank me? How is that sexy?”
“Pain and pleasure go hand in hand. A little pain makes for greater pleasure…I promise you.”
“Can I spank you?” I ask him.
He laughs, and I love the sound of it.
“I doubt you could do it hard enough to have any effect, but you would be most welcome to spank me as much as you want. You can do whatever you want to me.”
“I’m not going to spank you, and I’m not sure how I feel about being spanked.”
“Just a little, Wren. Maybe when my cock’s inside you, and you’re feeling the sting from being stretched so damned tight.” He looks down at the junction between my thighs. “I’m betting you have a snug pussy. Really nice and fucking tight.”
I feel a gush of wet. “You’re a bit of a pig, Grim.”
He smiles at me. “And you love it.”
I swallow hard instead of answering. My clit is throbbing.
“That’s what I thought. I don’t think we’ll need a safe word unless you’d like to give me one.”
“A safe word? Really.” I frown. “I’ll say no or tell you to stop.”
“Okay…perfect.” He nods a few times. “You should go and lie on the bed. I’d like to taste your pussy now.”
Holy crap balls!
I’ve never met a man this forward before. I like it probably more than I should. It’s refreshing.
I turn and walk to the bed. My body is trembling with need. With fear that I might actually combust before he even touches me.
I get onto the bed and lie back. The sheets are cool against my overheated skin. I don’t know what to do with my hands, so I rest them on my stomach.
I turn my head to look at him, and my mouth goes completely dry.
He’s magnificent. There’s no other word for it. I’ve seen him naked before, but this is different. This time I’m allowed to look. To really take him in. I’ve seen him erect before, too, but this time I know it’s for me.
My eyes track down his body. Those broad shoulders. That muscled chest. The ridges of his abs that look carved from stone. The deep V of muscle that points down to—
Oh lordie!
His cock is a thing of sheer beauty. It’s big. So very big. Thick and long and jutting out from his body.
“You’re beautiful, Wren.” His voice is surprisingly soft. I wasn’t expecting any niceties, so hearing him say it comes as a shock.
The mattress dips as he climbs on, and I force my eyes back to his face. They’re filled with hunger.
“So damned sexy.” He leans forward and lets just the tip of his finger track the very edge of my nipple.
I groan hard, like he just thrust into me.
“Let’s get you good and wet,” Grim says as he settles in between my legs, his large hands gripping my thighs. His touch is warm. “Relax,” he murmurs. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”
I nod, not trusting my voice.
He spreads my legs wider, opening me to him. I expect him to just dive in, to be rough like his words suggested earlier. But he doesn’t.
I close my eyes…waiting…wanting…ready.
“You’re already trembling,” he says, his voice low.
His thumbs trace patterns on my inner thighs, getting closer to where I need him but not quite touching. It’s torture. Sweet, agonizing torture.
“Grim,” I breathe. “Please. I need you to—”
“Patience,” he says. “I know exactly what you need, and you’ll get it. All of it. I want to savor this. Savor you.”
His hands move higher, spreading me wide open. I look at him. He’s looking between my legs like he’s never seen a woman before, when I know he has.
“So beautiful,” he whispers.
“You think my vagina is beautiful?”
“Oh, yes…very. So pink. You’re already a little wet for me.”
A little? I think I might be a whole lot wet.
Then finally, he leans in, his wide shoulders opening me up even more. He blows on my flesh, and I break out in gooseflesh all over my body.
I’m about to start throwing commands at him when he closes his mouth over my clit. He suckles on me. Suckles! I’ve only ever had licks. It was nice, don’t get me wrong, but this is something else.
My back bows, and I groan. I’m already close. So close.
Grim groans too, like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. His whole body rumbles. I feel it between my legs as he suckles me some more.
He does it again, this time flattening his tongue and applying more pressure. He’s laving me now. I still can’t use the term lick because it’s so much more than that. My hips jerk involuntarily, and his hands tighten on my thighs, holding me in place.
“Stay still,” he commands. “No moving. No squirming. No thrusting.”
Then his mouth is on me in earnest. He explores me with his tongue, licking and sucking and discovering what makes me moan. He’s thorough, methodical, even. Taking his time to learn every inch of my sex with only his mouth.
When his tongue circles my clit, I cry out. The sensation is overwhelming.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Let me hear you.”
He does it again, slower this time. Then faster. Alternating the pressure and speed until I don’t know which way is up.
One of his hands leaves my thigh. I feel his finger at my entrance, teasing. Circling. Building the anticipation until I’m practically begging.
Then he pushes inside, just one finger, and I arch off the bed. Even his fingers are big.
“So tight,” he groans against me. “So fucking perfect.”
He works that finger in and out slowly while sucking my clit, which is throbbing.
His finger slides deeper, then retreats. He establishes a rhythm that has me panting. Then he adds a second finger, stretching me. The slight burn only adds to the pleasure.
He curls his fingers inside me, searching. Stroking different spots, learning my body. Then he finds it.
I groan so hard my throat hurts. I cry out as he hits that spot. The spot. I swear I see double. I grip the comforter with both hands.
“There it is,” he says, satisfaction in his voice. “Found one.”
I didn’t know I had one. Let alone more.
He strokes that spot over and over, applying steady pressure while his tongue and mouth work my clit, sucking and licking in a rhythm that drives me wild.
My mouth is wide open and slack, but I can’t close it. My eyes are wide too. I’m gasping for air.
The pressure builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. My hands fist in the sheets. My thighs tremble despite his firm grip holding me open.
I want to tell him that I’m about to come, but I can’t speak. I can only pant and cry out and pant some more.
He adds a third finger, and I make this keening noise.
The pressure is intense, bordering on too much. He pinches my clit, and I cry out in shock. Then he curls all three fingers, hitting that spot inside me while sucking hard on my clit, and I shatter.
I feel it everywhere and all at once. A rush of pleasure. There is no preamble. No warning. I normally get a feeling, and then it happens. Not this time. It’s just there, loud and proud, and so am I.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed. Grim holds me in place and goes to town on me. It goes on and on, wave after wave of sensation that leaves me gasping.
Grim doesn’t stop. He keeps stroking that spot inside me, keeps licking and sucking until I’m writhing beneath him, completely overwhelmed. His free hand presses down on my lower belly, intensifying everything.
“Too much,” I gasp. “It’s too—”
But then another wave hits. Stronger than the first. My vision goes white, and I scream his name.
When I finally come down, I’m boneless. Completely spent. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. I’m sweaty.
I’m ashamed of how quickly I came. Not just once but twice. Twice? What the hell!?
Grim slowly withdraws his fingers.
He sits up and licks me off his fingers while looking down at me. Then he groans like he’s enjoying the taste of me.
I’m not sure whether to be turned on or appalled.
“Are you ready for my cock?” he asks, gripping himself at the base before sliding his hand all the way up his member with his fisted hand. Pre-cum leaks from his tip.
“Yes,” I tell him, my voice steadier than I feel. “I’m ready.”
“That was the calm before the storm. You know that, right?”
I nod, unable to trust my voice.