When I pull my mouth off hers, I whisper, “I’m ready to make you mine. Are you ready for me?” A trick question, certainly, since I know for a fact she’s slick between the thighs. I’ll slide right in, no extra lubricant required.
But, seeing as how we have not discussed birth control, I will have to put a condom on. A pity, really, but it must be done until we’re on the same page when it comes to prevention. Nothing against kids themselves, but I have the feeling Wren, if she even wants them in her future, would like to graduate college and start her life before bringing new life into this world.
All Wren can do is nod, nod and breathe like her lungs can’t fully inhale.
I kiss her neck. “I’m going to undress and put on some protection, and then I’m going to take everything.” A growled-out promise of animalistic ecstasy, one that causes her to shiver even though her skin is on fire.
I roll off her and get to my feet beside the bed, even though it’s difficult. Doing anything with a cock this hard is, well, hard, but knowing that I’ll soon be buried between those legs, pinning her down, and making her mine, is more than enough to keep me calm and collected.
Trust me, when it comes to Wren, I feel like a man losing his mind at every turn. Not something I’m used to, but something I’m welcoming all the same.
No one has ever taken their clothes off as fast as I do right then. No one has ever ripped open a condom wrapper and slid it on as quickly as me, because no one has ever had Wren in their bed… beside Logan, but for reasons that should be obvious, I don’t want to think about him right now. Right now it’s just me and Wren, as it should be.
I’m back on the bed in the next moment, positioning myself above her. I come down as I push my midsection against hers, and she’s so wet and ready for me that I slide right in, filling her up to the brink with a single thrust of my hips.
Fuck. She feels even better than I thought she would. I can only imagine how amazing she’d feel with no layers between us. My new goal? To fuck her bareback.
Every part of my body is humming with pleasure. Buried inside her is right where I’m meant to be. “You feel so good,” I whisper to her ear as I start to thrust, taking it slow at first. “You’re so wet for me, Wren. You’re mine.” I nip at her jaw, and she moans.
This girl is mine. Mine. I thought my obsession was with the mazes, but no. This is real obsession. The way I feel, I’d do anything for her. Anything. I might even let her keep Logan,provided he proves himself to me. I’m a Scott, and obsession runs in my blood. It’s finally hitting me in the same way it’s hit my brothers. All it took was the right person to stumble into my life and make me open my eyes.
I need her so badly I don’t know how I’m going to get through my normal day-to-day life after this. How am I supposed to go days without having her in my bed? How am I supposed to act like everything is normal when, in fact, everything has been thrown out of whack because of this girl?
From the beginning, I knew. I just knew. Some people might call me crazy, but that doesn’t make me feel any less. Wren is mine and I’m going to remind her of that as much as I have to.
The pleasure in me is hard to ignore, damn near impossible to push down and pretend doesn’t exist. Being inside her is like being wrapped in my own personal heaven, and my entire body shudders with the heated bliss that only comes from being one with her.
It gets to the point where I can’t hold back anymore. I go at her harder, fiercer, more like an animal, drawing out plentiful moans from her sweet, sweet throat, and after I increase the pace, it’s only a matter of time before the pleasure bursts from within me.
The orgasm takes hold of me in a way it never has before. I plunge forward, my cock as deep inside her as it can possibly be, and my eyelids snap closed the same moment a low grunt escapes me. The pressure in my midsection explodes within me, and I pump my cock into her with short, erratic thrusts as the orgasm slowly loosens its grip on me.
I hum above her, and I place a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck before I pull out of her, ready to exchange the cum-filled condom with another. “I’m not done with you yet,” I tell her. “I hope you’re ready for a long night.” The words come out in agrowl; I need to be careful, otherwise the side I keep hidden from the world might just show its face.
She’ll see me for who I really am soon enough. Tonight is just a small taste of what’s to come. Tonight, she’ll get only a sprinkle of the madness running through me. I’ll come to her another night, see if she’ll play along like she did at the party—and that’s where the true test will be. The blindfold she wears is only a fraction of what I really want to do to her.
Once another condom is wrapped on my length, I crawl back on the bed and switch our positions. This time I roll her onto her hands and knees and get behind her. Grabbing her by the waist, I fill her up all over again.
And this time? This time I last much longer. This time I know what to expect as I fuck her from behind. How her body feels, how that pussy tightens around my cock when I plunge into her just right. There isn’t anything like it in the world.
I’m a man on a mission, and tonight the mission is Wren. I make sure to complete my mission thoroughly, to have her every which way and make her unravel for me countless of times. If she can barely walk tomorrow, then I’ll have done my job, and if my sheets smell like her even after she’s long gone, then I’ll have a slice of that heaven here with me, something to help get me through the lonely nights.
I memorize everything about her. The way her spine arches when I fill her up to the brink. How her moans seem to increase in frequency the more I go at her. Everything about her is perfection, and I am more than willing to drown myself in her.
My Wren. My little bird.
Let’s just say we go for hours, and by the time we’re finished, she’s passed out next to me. I have to carefully slip off the blindfold so as to not wake her, and I creep around the room to clean up the used condoms on the floor. I might not mind sweaty sheets, but I do draw the line at cum-filled condoms. I also shutoff the lamp on the nightstand. By the time I return to her, she’s rolled onto her side, sleeping soundly, totally used up.
I watch her for a few moments before I get into the bed with her and lay beside her. I play the big spoon to her little spoon, wrapping an arm around her beneath the sheets, and she’s so exhausted she doesn’t wake. Our bodies fit together like they were always meant to, and by the time sleep comes to me, I am the happiest I’ve been in a long, long time.
In the morning I’ll take her home, and then… then I’m going to pounce on Logan.
Chapter Ten – Wren
Coming to the next morning, I’m drowsy, my body is sore, and I feel so strange. It takes me a while to realize why that is, and when it finally hits me, I have to stop myself from immediately jerking into a sitting position and running the heck out of here.
I’m at Reese’s place. I’m in his bed. We… were together last night. A lot. He made me feel things, made me come undone, and I couldn’t get enough. It’s like he put that blindfold on me and I lost myself.
But is that really such a terrible thing? As crazy as it might be, I don’t think I regret it. I think, last semester, I went through so much with Logan, that there’s no way this can end up worse than that, even if Reese decides this was a one-time thing and it won’t ever happen again.