Page 87 of Say Yes to the Nemesis
She seems to sense my desperation because she tightens her thighs around me and starts to move with more purpose. Her hips roll in a motion that can only be described as sinful, riding me like I’m a bucking bronco she’s determined to tame.
“Ryan,” she moans, her voice breaking on my name. The sound goes straight to my groin, making me harder than I thought possible.
I can’t take it anymore. I need to see her, all of her. With trembling fingers, I grab the hem of her borrowed shirt and pull it upward. She raises her arms, helping me strip it off. The sight of her, braless, flushed, perfect, knocks the breath from my lungs.
Her breasts are smaller than what I usually go for, but they’re perfect for her frame. Perfect for my hands. Perfect, period. The soft pink of her nipples makes my mouth water. I waste no time cupping them, feeling their weight in my palms. They’re so fucking soft.
“So beautiful.” I brush my thumbs over the hardened peaks. She shivers at my touch, arching into my hands.
I pinch one nipple gently, then with more pressure when she responds with a moan. The sound sends a jolt straight to my cock. I pull and twist the soft rosebuds, learning what makes her breath catch, what makes her push harder against my erection.
“I never knew,” she gasps, eyes closed in pleasure. “I never knew it could feel like this.”
Her words remind me that this is all new to her, that I’m the first man to touch her this way, to see her come undone. The thought fills me with equal parts pride and terror. I want to be worthy of this trust she’s placed in me.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Chirp,” I promise. “So fucking good that you’ll never forget.”
“As if I ever could.” She smiles then, a smile so genuine and trusting that it makes my heart stutter in my chest.
I pull her closer, our skin finally touching. I lose myself in the sweet heat of her mouth once more.
After a few more strokes of my thumbs across her nipples, Wren pushes against my shoulders. I back off immediately, worried I’ve gone too far or hurt her somehow. But the look in her eyes isn’t pain.
It’s determination. She slides off my lap and sinks to her knees between my legs, her hands resting on my thighs. The sight of her looking up at me, lips parted and cheeks flushed, nearly stops my heart.
“I want to try something.” Her fingers play with the waistband of my track pants, sending jolts of electricity across my skin.
I swallow hard, unable to form words as she tugs at the elastic. I lift my hips slightly, helping her pull down both my pants and boxer briefs in one smooth motion. My cock springs free, harder than I can ever remember being. Her eyes widen slightly. I fight the urge to preen under her gaze.
Nah, fuck it. I give my cock a stroke, fisting it as I stare at her swollen lips. She runs her tongue over those lips and I think I might faint. I want her so badly right now.
Wren wraps her fingers around the base of my cock tentatively. I inhale sharply at the contact. Her touch is light, exploring, nothing like the confident handling I’m used to. But somehow, this gentle curiosity is more arousing than anything I’ve experienced before.
Wren leans forward, pressing her lips against the tip in a soft kiss. The teasing contact makes my thighs tense, my fingers digging into the couch to keep from grabbing her hair. She places another kiss along the shaft, then another, each one sending sparks of pleasure up my spine.
“Show me,” she whispers, looking up at me through her lashes. “Show me how you like to have your cock sucked.”
Fuck. I should not be this turned on by her inexperience, by those innocent words coming from her mouth. But goddamn, I want her. I want to teach her every filthy thing I know, want to watch her learn and grow confident with my cock.
“You sure?”
She nods, her expression eager and trusting. “I want to make you feel good, Ryan. Like you made me feel. I want to make you come.”
I reach out, burying my hands in her hair, cradling her head gently. “Start with just the tip,” I instruct, surprised at how hoarse my voice sounds. “Use your tongue. Lick around it.”
She follows my direction immediately, her tongue darting out to circle the head of my cock. The wet heat of her mouth sends pleasure shooting through me, but I try to hold myself in check. This is about her learning, not me losing control.
“That’s it,” I encourage as she takes me deeper, her lips stretching around my girth. “Now suck gently while you move up and down.”
Wren complies, establishing a slow rhythm that has me biting my lip to keep from groaning too loudly. She’s clumsy at first, teeth occasionally grazing me, but she’s a quick learner. Within minutes, she’s found a pattern that has my toes curling in pleasure.
Her eyes flick up to mine, watching my reactions carefully. There’s something incredibly intimate about that eye contact, something that makes my chest tight with an emotion I’m not ready to name.
“You can go faster,” I tell her, my fingers tightening slightly in her hair. “Take as much of my cock in your mouth as feels comfortable.”
She tries, but after a few attempts, she pulls back, a small frown creasing her forehead. “I can tell you’re holding back,” she whispers. “I want all of you, Ryan. Don’t treat me like I’ll break.”
Her words hit me like a physical blow. I’ve been treating her gently because she’s new to this, because she’s Wren. My best friend’s little sister, the girl I’ve watched grow up, the woman I’ve secretly wanted for longer than I care to admit. But she’s right. I’m holding back, and not just physically.
