Page 14 of Fall From Grace
There’s no way this girl is a virgin. She’d tell me. Warn me. Chicken out or something.
I let her explore my upper half to her heart’s content, and then I reach for her shirt, tugging it up and over her head. The next thing that comes off is her bra, and I toss that to the floor near her abandoned shirt. She’s not huge in the chest department, but they’re round and perky and calling my name all the same.
My mouth meets hers the same moment my hands cup her tits. I push my tongue into her mouth as I tweak her nipples, and she moans into the kiss, falling backward. Her nipples respond to me instantly, becoming hard points, so sharp they could cut glass, and only when I’m satisfied with their pointed sensitivity do I drop my hands to her leggings. I have to pull my mouth off hers to yank them off, and my cock strains against my pants, knowing I have a naked girl on my bed.
How long has it been? A long fucking time. Too long. I can’t even remember the last time I had a good fuck.
Of course, that’s not saying much, since sometimes I overdo it to the point where I don’t remember much of the night before.
I played nice. I tried to lay low, hoping I’d eventually be welcomed back into the band, but that day never came, so what was the point of me being good? It wasn’t long before I fell back into old habits. Drinking too much. Smoking questionable things. Having threesomes with girls I didn’t know the names of. The list went on and on.
So, yeah, Wren wanted to be bad tonight? She found the right guy. Don’t know of anyone else around here who can scratch that itch like me.
I help Wren move so that her head lays on my pillow, and I crawl onto my bed, positioning myself on top of her. My pants are still on—the aching cock in them reminds me with every move I make—but the moment I take them off is when I slip on a condom and fuck this girl so hard she forgets her own name. For now… she explored me, so now it’s my turn to dive deep into her.
I trail a line of kisses down her body. Over her collarbone, to her chest, where I take one nipple into my mouth and use my hand to toy with the other. She sucks in a hard breath, stifling the moan that threatens to come out of her, and I tear my mouth off that nipple to tell her, “You don’t have to be quiet here. If you want to be loud, be fucking loud.” I like ‘em loud, anyway.
After that, she doesn’t try to silence herself. When I make her feel good, she makes it known.
I shower her tits with plenty of attention before I travel even lower. Down her stomach, to that sweet space between her legs. I push her thighs open wider, giving me ample enough room to make myself at home near her apex.
Men who refused to eat pussy weren’t really men at all. When you do it right, there’s nothing better. Plus, it makes them so goddamn wet.
There isn’t an ounce of hesitation in my body as I lower my mouth to her. This time, when my tongue slips out of my mouth, I run it along the side of her clit, my goal to swell that sensitive nub of flesh until every flick of my tongue on it sends her into outer space.
Wren moans when I suck her clit hard, and it doesn’t take long for me to learn what she likes. What gets her going. What makes her squirm and squeeze her thighs around the sides of my head. Every so often I dip my tongue lower, run it around the rimof her pussy, before I return to her clit. It’s not long at all before she loses it.
Might just be a record for me, actually. The quickest orgasm ever, but that only makes it hotter.
Fuck. I’m going to enjoy this too much.
Chapter Seven – Wren
The pressure in me is too much. It has nowhere to go, so it just… explodes. It surges out of me, makes all of my muscles tighten up as waves of pleasure take hold of me like a firm hand to the neck. I cry out a sound I’ve never made before in my life, in a voice I barely recognize as my own.
An orgasm. That was an orgasm. Wow.
Even now, even after the orgasm’s powerful force fades, I still feel all tingly—although that could also be due to Logan between my thighs, still going at me with his mouth and tongue. A mouth and tongue whose skill must be up there in the masterclass, because… wow. Again, just wow.
I’ve never had an orgasm before. I never let Mike and I get that far when we were making out. It feels freaking great. Like an out of body experience.
Logan sucks, licks, grazes his teeth; he does everything to what must be the most sensitive part of me. All logic and rational thought flew out of the window when I came home with him. I shouldn’t be here, doing this. I shouldn’t give myself to a stranger when I used to protect my virginity like it was some special gift I wanted to give my future husband, but it’s impossible to deny how amazing it feels.
How many girls has Logan brought here? That thought does cross my mind, but I quickly push it away because it doesn’t matter. Not now. This doesn’t mean anything. We aren’t together. His past and what he does doesn’t mean a thing to me. This is a hookup. A one-time thing. After tonight, I’m never going to see him again.
And that’s what I want. That was the whole point of tonight, wasn’t it?
If I thought the first orgasm had me in a chokehold, the second one is an out of body experience. Searing hot pleasure surges through every part of me when I come again, when Logan’s unrelenting mouth pushes me over the edge for the second time. I see stars when I close my eyes, and I moan, unable to keep the voiced pleasure to myself.
Logan props himself up between my legs, and through the darkness of the room, I’m pretty sure I see a smirk on his face. I hate how handsome he is, even when giving me such a cocky look. It’s like he’s telling meI told you so.
“Think you’re wet enough yet?” he asks, smug. “Or should I keep going?”
Does he really expect me to talk right now? If I try, I’ll sound incoherent. I don’t know that my mouth could formulate words, even if I tried to. My mind is still hazy, my thoughts fuzzy after those orgasms. This doesn’t even feel real.
When I don’t answer him, he smirks harder. “Did I blow that nerdy mind of yours already?”
What a jerk.
