Page 21 of Love's Ace

It took me a second to realize what had happened. Wren hadn’t tried to come in, but I could see his shadow just beneath the frame.

He was there. Pressed against it. He didn’t say anything, but he wasthere…and when a small burst of pleasure licked up the length of my spine, I realized something else.

He was touching himself too. He did it without saying a word, and he was doing itslowly.

It made me pause, my body shivering. It had been a long,longtime since I’d allowed anyone near me while I was vulnerable like this—longer still since it had been my choice.

Wren wasn’t in the room with me, but it almost felt like he was. The phantom ghost of his fingertips stroking his own cock drew my hand to move in time with his, and the moan that I managed to bite back spilled from beneath the doorframe like it had traveled from my lungs and spilled out of his lips, confirming my earlier suspicion that he was leaning against it.

His pace demanded I match him. The strength of his presence pinned me to the wall of the shower as though he was in the room with me, as though it was his lean, muscular body pressing me there… his strong fingers wrapping around me and slowly stroking my cock until I felt like I couldn’t breathe around it.

I didn’tdothis. I’d neverfeltlike this. Every time I’d had sex before had been painful, and any time I’d masturbated it had been almost perfunctory, a need I handled as fast as I could.

I wanted to tell him to hurry it the fuck up, to demand he stop playing around… but that would give away whatever this dangerous game we were playing with one another was. Neither of us said anything—he hadn’t come into the bathroom. For all I knew, I was still going half mad, and the surety I felt thatWren was just outside the door fucking himself to the feel of me fuckingmyselfwas all in my head.

Only a few days ago, I hadn’t known shit like cupids existed at all. And now…

“Fuck,” I whispered beneath my breath when my body started to tremble.

Now my world was narrowed down to the way his phantom touch made me feel—more alive than I had in my entire life.

It was dangerous, and terrifying, and I couldn’t breathe around how much I wanted more.

It took all my strength to raise my hand up and grab the mini bottle of conditioner on the edge of the shower stall. Wren let out another groan that I could hear when I emptied it into my palm and took my cock again, thrusting up in time with his movements.

I thought I heard him whisper something over the sound of my heartbeat racing staccato at the back of my throat, the punch of my breath leaving my lungs.

I thought I heard him whisper my name.

And I bit my tongue hard enough that I heard him cry out, to stop myself from answering the sound.

Instead, I focused on the feel of my hand and the phantom sensation of his fingers working in tandem with my desire. It was so good—toogood—and some part of me was almost afraid I’d get lost, and he’d barge in and kill me while I was rolling on the pleasure of it.

That fear didn’t stop me.

I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, then felt another low sound catch and threaten to tear from my chest when another sensation rippled through me—a tight pinch at my nipple, wet heat as Wren took his fingers into his mouth andsucked…

And the ghost of that heat trailing between his ass and pressing to his hole as he played with himself.

I’dneverfelt anything like it. I’d been fucked, and I hatedevery second of it. I’d fucked, and it had felt like I was nothing more than a toy.

But Wren touched himself, and the shadow of that pressure—the sweetness of the heat—pushed me over the edge.

My fingers on my cock spasmed, pumped harder, and I spilled over my fist before he’d even had the chance to work his digits inside himself. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or broken at the lack of feeling it.

And even though I bit back the cry of my orgasm, Wren’s fist slammed against the door again, and I heard it when he gasped, when he moaned… the flutter of wings and the soft sigh of his breath as he rode the pleasure we’d both driven each other to.

It was impossible—that word again. That word that didn’t have meaning anymore, because just an hour ago, I’d tried to kill him… and now.

Now, I could almost taste his heartbeat on the back of my tongue, and my muscles were loose and relaxed for the first time in…

For the first time insolong.

Whatever the fuck had just happened felt better than anything I’d experienced in my entire life, and Ihatedhim for it even more.

Tears stung my eyes, and I turned my face up to the hot water, hoping the burn would drown out the sensation so he couldn’t feel it.

It wasn’tfairfor him to make me feel this.

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