19. Wren
WREN
Sleep used to be a way to shut everything down, to hide, but I can’t seem to use it as a pause in reality any longer.
I’m afraid to sleep. I’m afraid that someone is going to come take me, after knowing they were in my room—so much that they’re coming for me in my dreams. But at least when I’m awake, I can pretend that Stone Foster will protect me from all the bad in my life, even if I considered him one of those bad things hours ago.
Stone stares at the ceiling, showing off his chiseled jawline that is moving back and forth with temptation. “I can’t say no to you.”
He cups my butt and picks me up. I’m pressed against him and can feel how hard he is through the thin cotton of his pants, and it does something scary to me.
I crave his touch, his mouth, his eyes. I want it all, and I want him to take away the fear I felt moments ago, trapped inside my little bedroom.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, staring into his eyes. The last two times we’ve kissed, it wasn’t like this. I’m desperate for an escape. I’m desperate for him to silence everything, and there isn’t an ounce of hate or manipulation between either of us at the moment.
Stone swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing just above the collar of his t-shirt, and he stares into my eyes. He’s like the Grim Reaper, sucking up my soul, and I’m willing to give it to him.
My back presses on the back of his bedroom door—the door that was supposed to be mine—and his fingers dig into the skin below my short sleep shorts.
He kisses me, but it’s so much more than a simple kiss.
His tongue plunges into my mouth, and a groan rumbles out of his chest and vibrates.
I kiss him back, burning all over. I’m wet, and needy, and I forget all about the nasty nightmare that sent me screaming minutes prior.
“Fuck.” He leans back.
There are little red splotches creeping up his neck.
He places my feet on the floor and pushes me forcefully to the back of his door again, shoving my shorts down to my ankles.
I kick them off to the side, and it only distracts him for a moment because he takes his hand and dips it into the front of my panties, all while staring into my eyes.
My heart beats a mile a minute when he teases me, gently brushing his finger over my swollen clit.
“Does it turn you on knowing the power you have over me, Sticks? I can’t fucking resist you.”
He removes his hand when I don’t answer. I whimper, but it only lasts a second, because at the same time, he pops his finger into my mouth. I taste myself and can’t see straight. I’m in a frenzy and claw at his shirt, pushing it up his chest and revealing his tight stomach and rippling muscles.
“On the bed.” He’s talking between clenched teeth, like it’s taking everything in him not to fuck me against the door.
I’d be fine with it. Anything to stop the ache and feed me more distractions.
“ Now .”
I’m on my back, and Stone wastes no time. He shoves at my shirt and reveals my bare chest.
“God,” he whispers.
My back arches, and my legs butterfly, needing to feel him everywhere.
“ Perfect .”
I sigh when he gently bites my nipple. He releases the bud and places a soft kiss on it before moving to the next.
“Stone,” I plead. His sheets bundle in my hands. “Please.”
“That’s a change,” he notes before blowing cool air against my flesh. “You saying please to me.”
His mouth against my skin is like the devil worshiping me, and I’m in a daze. My hand moves past his head as he continues to bite and suck. I place a finger on my clit and gasp with pleasure.
“Absolutely not,” he bites out, sitting up quickly and snapping my arms above my head.
His blue eyes are hooded with pleasure, and I have never seen a hotter look. He’s turned on, and there’s a fire brewing in my lower stomach at the anticipation of him inside me.
“This cunt is mine.”
My lip is trapped beneath my upper teeth, and I’m in nothing but a damp pair of panties. Too much clothing. The thought must cross his mind, because he dips down, and I hear the rip of fabric before the cool air of the room brushes against the slickness surrounding my clit.
“Open,” Stone says just above a whisper. He taps on the inside of my bare thigh. “Let me see how perfect you are.”
He hisses between his teeth when I willingly open my legs.
I relax my flexing wrists as his hand loosens around my pinned arms, and when I feel his tongue slip inside me, I instantly tighten.
He licks me so intently that the room caves in.
His hum against my clit forces a cry from my chest, and I arch my back as his finger plunges inside me.
“I want to watch you come for me before I fuck you so hard you come faster than you ever have before, baby.”
The dirty talk pulls me over the edge. I throw my head back and chase the high. Stone drags his finger out of me and slams his palm over my mouth.
His whisper brushes against my ear. “Shh, baby. Evan will kill me if he knows what I’m doing to you in here.”
I nod quickly and eagerly. Stone smirks at the way I follow his every movement with parted lips and a heavy chest. I’m in a trance.
He slowly shoves his pants and boxers down, and I can’t look away.
Shit. My eyes widen when I look back at his face.
All I see is his hot smirk. Stone is one of the cockiest guys I know, and right now I am all for it. I lick my lips and sit up.
He shakes his head at me, lowering his gaze. “I’m all for finding out how talented that bratty mouth is, but I’m not waiting another second before claiming you.” The wrapper of the condom is trapped between his white teeth when he rips it open.
My legs fall to the side on their own, and before I know it, Stone is above me, gripping the top of his headboard and thrusting into me fast and hard.
He catches my gasp in his mouth, swallowing my surprise and running his tongue over mine in the most sensual way I have ever felt.
We match each other’s rhythm, kissing each other so intensely I feel it everywhere.
I can’t hide from Stone Foster any longer.
The desire is too palpable between us. My heart thumps each time he presses into me.
His movements are fueled with power and redemption. He is owning me, and I’m letting him.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Wren.” He pulls back and pauses our moving bodies. “This is…”
“Don’t stop.” I move closer to him.
His hand splays on my back, and he flips us around so I’m on top.
He skims down my body and pauses on the way we connect. His fingers leave marks in my skin, and his jaw flickers. “Give me all you got,” he coaxes, rubbing his thumb over my clit.
The sight of his tongue licking his lips while he stares at me pushes me to move over him and take what he’s giving me.
“I’ll want every single fucking part of you.”
I move fast, working my body at the same time I work his. The rough parts of his palms skim my skin. He touches every spot visible, like I’m going to disappear when this is all said and done.
And I just might.
My nails dig into his shoulders when I lean down and kiss him to silence my cry.
He kisses me back just as roughly, flexing his hips to meet me, and then we both stop abruptly. His teeth sink into my bottom lip, and the metallic taste mixes with the lust while he fills the condom that’s still inside me.
My lip pops with a loud sound when he lets go. I take my thumb and wipe off my blood from his mouth before collapsing onto his bed. I’m out of breath, exhausted, and completely sated.
Shit, did that really just happen?
The dip of the mattress is the only indication that he’s gotten up. I gently close my eyes, feeling sleep come for me. The silence of the room is comforting in a way, and although I’m still afraid to close my eyes and give in to the slumber, I can’t stop it from happening.
“Sleep,” Stone whispers from somewhere close by.
I inhale the scent of his pillow and submit to the warmth of his blankets when he drapes them over my bare skin.
“I’m here, and I’m not leaving, Sticks.”