28. Wren
TWENTY-EIGHT
WREN
The smile on Ridley’s face could light up a city block. His hand is soothing as he gently massages the back of my neck.
“So we’re in love with each other,” he says, his voice filled with the same awe I feel. “What do we do now?”
“The same thing we always do? Pick a movie, cuddle until the horniness takes over, then fuck until we fall asleep?”
He chuckles, brushing his thumb across my chin. “I have a slightly different proposal.”
“I’m listening.”
His hand moves down my body to my chest, rubbing a circle there. “How about you fuck me?”
My breath catches as my stomach flutters. “You want me to?”
“For a while now, rabbit.”
“I’m not sure how to start.”
Ridley smiles, tugging me close for a deep kiss.
Everything after that is a familiar rhythm of two lovers who know each other well.
The clothes come off while the kisses continue and my brain processes the reality of what happened tonight.
We love each other and I know it’s real. I feel how real it is.
In between moans and kisses, Ridley rolls over and grabs the lube from the nightstand, pressing the bottle into my hand while he digs in the drawer for a condom.
“Want to get tested together next week?” he asks before kissing my neck.
How does Ridley make something like that sound romantic and sexy? “Yes.”
“Mmm, me too. Then we can fuck without anything between us. Can you imagine?”
“No.”
“I can. I do it all the time. You ever top before?”
“A long time ago.”
“I can’t remember the last time I bottomed.” He raises his head to meet my eyes. “It’s gonna be hot, rabbit. Just do what feels right. Take what you want from me.”
My stomach flutters as I nod and gently push him onto his back, then slide down his body until I’m between his legs. His cock stands tall, tempting me to taste, so I do, managing to suck him a little while I fumble with the lube bottle to get my fingers slick.
Ridley moans my name as he slowly pumps his hips, which gives me a chance to focus on finding his hole and rubbing there. He grunts and a burst of precum lands on my tongue, pushing me to find my stride and drive him as wild as he does me.
I press my fingertip inside him as I suck as much of his cock down my throat as possible.
“More,” he moans.
I push my finger all the way in, my own breath catching at how good that alone feels. Before long, Ridley is fucking himself on my finger, so I add a second one and eventually a third, until the need to be inside him is too much to hold back.
I have to remove my fingers long enough to get the condom on, and when I look down at Ridley, he’s stroking himself and gazing at me with lust-heavy eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, rabbit.”
My cheeks heat as I finish getting the condom on with shaky fingers. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
“That’s not gonna be a problem.”
I scoot closer, gripping his thighs to pull his legs apart and get a look at his tight hole. Ridley nods, grinning up at me.
“I might come as soon as I get in.”
He laughs softly. “That’s okay. We’ll do it again.”
Swallowing hard, I nod and align the head of my cock with his hole, focusing as I push my way inside his tight body. He clenches around me, and the sexy sound he makes goes straight to my dick.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper. “You feel good.”
He grips my forearms. “So do you, babe.”
I start to move, slowly thrusting inside him as his body fully accepts me.
A moan rumbles out of me at the exact moment his muscles relent and let me slide all the way in.
Then it’s on, like my hips are being controlled by someone else, and I give him everything I’ve got, clumsily finding my pace as he rocks against me to help me out.
“Fuck yeah,” Ridley moans, stroking himself as he spreads his legs wide. “You feel amazing. Your dick is so fucking nice, babe.”
“Shh.” I shake my head. “You’re gonna make me come too soon talking like that.”
“Can’t help it. I haven’t been fucked like this ever.”
I scoff, knowing he’s blowing sunshine my way, but I don’t care. All I care about is this feeling between us right now.
Ridley reaches up and grips the back of my neck, pulling me down for a heated kiss.
I have to strain a little, but it’s worth it to be wrapped in his arms, pounding into his body, aware that this doesn’t have to end between us.
His cock rubs against my stomach, hard and sticky, and Ridley reaches down to grip my ass cheeks.
“I’m gonna come, rabbit,” he whispers, biting my earlobe. “I’m gonna come on your cock.”
“Fuck,” I moan as my own orgasm builds. I want him to come first, but I’m not sure how long I can hold off. He feels incredible.
I manage to get to my knees so I can look down at him fisting his cock, his lips parted and eyes heavy as the first sticky rope spills over his hand and he moans my name.
I’m right behind him, tensing as my cock pulses inside him. He clenches around me and my legs and arms shake. We ride the wave together, panting and moaning each other’s names until we fall silent and I collapse on top of him.
After a few minutes, my softening cock slips from his body.
I deal with the condom before flopping over onto my back, thoroughly drained physically and emotionally, but happier than I’ve ever felt.
Ridley rolls to his side, tucking up against me, and even though we’re hot and sweaty, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
“It feels different when there’s love involved,” he whispers. “It’s more intense.”
“I agree.” I turn to kiss his forehead, and he tilts his head back enough for me to reach his lips and kiss him there too. “It’s surreal that this is my life. Not that long ago things were so bleak, and now it’s like that life never even existed.”
Ridley smiles. “You deserve everything you have now. You made it happen. You applied to work at Moby’s, you approached me on the couch that night, you made the decision to go to therapy. You’re a total badass and I’m proud to be yours.”
My eyes well up again and I shake my head. “Stop making me cry. You weren’t supposed to be so amazing.”
“Sorry?” We both laugh as Ridley snuggles closer. “You make my life better, rabbit. It was good before, but now it’s incredible.”
I hold him closer as my thoughts swirl and settle into sentences that make sense. “I don’t want anything to change. Not right away, at least.”
He nods, but I sense his hesitation. “Sure.”
“You’re holding back.”
He shrugs, scooting back a little. “I guess I was thinking maybe you’d move your stuff over. Unless you think you need your own space sometimes. I get that. It’s just that you’re here every night and I want you to be, but if that’s too big of a step right now, that’s okay.”
His sweet offer bounces around my chest. All the other times in my life when someone asked me to move in felt so different.
There were always alarm bells ringing in my head, signs I should have heeded, flags I should have noticed, but right now I can’t find a single clue that Ridley isn’t the man I believe him to be.
“I think that would be nice,” I whisper, then clear my throat. “More than nice. I’d like to.”
Relief washes across his features. “The room is still there if you need a break.”
“If we need a break. This isn’t just about me, Rid. It’s new to you too. You’ve never had someone in your space a hundred percent of the time.”
“No, you’re right, but it’s a big room and a big house. I think we’ll be okay.”
“You’re ready to work and live with me, huh?”
“Already do, gorgeous.”
I smile, carding my fingers through his soft hair. “I’m in, and I’m gonna keep working on things so I can be the man you deserve too.”
“I’m not worried about that, but I am here to support you through it. You can always talk to me about anything. Don’t ever forget that.”
“I won’t.”
Ridley leans in to land a soft peck on my lips. “Do you want to clean up and watch a movie?”
A yawn hits me and I stretch. “How about a quick cleanup and then bed? I think I’m sleepy.”
He smiles. “Sounds perfect.”