Chapter 15 #3
Sex had never felt so good. Nothing, not a single thing, in Wren’s life had ever felt this good.
Rebecca Rothschild’s tongue should be studied.
Wren was pretty sure she’d thought something similar all those years ago, but she was absolutely certain now.
She was considering moaning that sentiment when Rebecca sucked on her clit.
Wren thought for half a second that she might genuinely pass out before her body registered that she was having the most intense orgasm of her life.
“What the fuck?” She whispered as she fully collapsed back onto Rebecca’s dislodged sheets.
Wren’s eyes blinked open. She watched as Rebecca kissed up her body, humming happily every time Wren’s body twitched from overstimulation and pleasure. Before Rebecca could suck one of Wren’s nipples into her perfect mouth, Wren tugged her upwards, pulling her into a sinfully messy kiss.
The taste of Wren coated Rebecca’s lips and tongue.
Wren couldn’t get enough. She rolled them over, settling down on top of Rebecca.
She tangled their legs together, careful to keep her turf burn clear, but still trying to hold Rebecca tighter, closer somehow.
The feeling of Rebecca’s desire, pooled against Wren’s thigh.
She could feel her own spilt pleasure coating Rebecca’s.
Wren ground into the feeling. Rebecca gasped into her mouth, her own hips rising to meet Wren’s.
“Fuck, this feels good,” Rebecca moaned, rocking back down Wren’s thigh only to grind back up it. She sucked on Wren’s neck, harder with each thrust.
Wren stopped caring if her movements were coordinated. All she knew was that she needed more. She slipped her hand down in between her legs and spread herself open, making it easier for her clit to find purchase against Rebecca’s thigh. Her words became complete and utter blissed out nonsense.
“Can you finish like this?” Rebecca asked, her voice unrecognizable.
Wren nodded. “Yes,” she whined, punctuating her affirmation by pulling Rebecca impossibly closer.
Their orgasms built together: rough but steady, slow and desperate. “Fuck, Rebecca, I’m gonna come again,” Wren moaned.
“Me too, don’t stop.” Rebecca was down right panting. They had stopped trying to kiss each other. It was too much to keep up with and breathing had become an actual challenge. “Don’t stop,” she chanted, repeating the sentiment over and over.
Wren felt the first wave of her orgasm crash through her, rattling her whole body. Her finishing must have pushed Rebecca over the edge, because she undoubtedly came just seconds later. Her nail dragged down Wren’s back in a way that just made Wren’s orgasm crash through her even harder.
“Holy shit,” Wren whispered, all but collapsing on top of Rebecca. “Are you okay?” She asked, her voice frayed.
Rebecca nodded, but wrapped her arms around Wren in a vice like grip, holding her close. Her face was buried in Wren’s neck as they both struggled to get their breathing under control.
A small giggle ripped through Wren’s chest. “We’re National Women’s Soccer Team players and we’re completely out of breath right now.” She shook her head. “Embarrassing.”
“Don’t tell Coach T. She’ll make it part of our training routine,” Rebecca said, rolling her eyes.
Wren laughed at that as she rolled onto her side, though she stayed facing Rebecca.
She reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair back behind Rebecca’s ear, letting her fingertips run down the length of her neck and over her shoulder.
It was like she couldn’t touch enough. Despite how spent she felt she didn’t want to stop.
“I mean, she’s come up with worse punishments.
Her benching you was the worst.” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Rebecca’s shoulder.
Rebecca rolled onto her side to face Wren. “Agreed.” She sighed. “Rooming with you hasn’t been awful.” The corners of her lips pulled up into a mischievous smile. “At least you smell good.”
Wren snorted out a laugh. “That’s your take away from rooming with me? That I smell good.”
“Well, what’s your takeaway from rooming with me?” Rebecca asked, biting her bottom lip.
“That you’re better with your tongue than you are with a soccer ball and that’s pretty fucking impressive,” Wren said with a laugh.
Rebecca rolled on top of Wren then, pinning her hands above her head. “You’re insufferable.”
“Is that why you try to kill me every time I play against you?” Wren teased, unbothered by the fact that she genuinely couldn’t budge an inch. She was exactly where she wanted to be.
“I don’t try to kill you,” Rebecca said, sounding exasperated. “You’re just obnoxiously fast.”
“So you pull my shirt?” They were back to the point of Wren coming over. She was glad they were going to get to have this talk. She might be enjoying it more now that they were blissed out and naked in bed.
“You pulled my hair,” Rebecca said, still sounding genuinely annoyed by that fact.
Wren sat up, closing the gap between them. “I did.” Wren managed to free her hands with the move. She slid them up Rebecca’s back, pausing at the base of her neck. “But I think you’re just mad that you liked it.”
“Fuck y”—Rebecca started, but she didn’t get to finish because Wren absolutely pulled her hair again while simultaneously passionately kissing her. Rebecca’s annoyance melted into a moan.
With some effort, especially given that their kiss never broke, Wren managed to flip them back over. “I thought I told you to say please,” she said, kissing down Rebecca’s throat. She was on a mission. Her tongue traced lower, dragging a line down the center of Rebecca’s body.
“Fuck, Wren. What are you doing?” Rebecca asked, her voice back to rough and needy.
“Don’t you wanna know what I’ve learned to do with my tongue since high school?” Wren asked, raising her scarred eyebrow in a challenge.
“It’s not a competition,” Rebecca said, though she looked wildly amused.
“Isn’t it though?” Wren asked as her palms slid up the inside of Rebecca’s thighs, urging them ever so slightly apart.
Rebecca audibly gulped. “I mean, I am curious.”
“I thought so,” Wren said, beginning her very slow, deliberate exploration with her tongue.