Page 45 of You Had Me At Thirteen

Wren’s eyes widen as he takes me in, sending a little moan escaping my lips as my hand sends sparks of electricity straight to my core.

Wren lets his head fall back, hooding his smouldering eyes as he bites down on his bottom lip.

When he leans forward to steady himself against the window, his grip on the back of the girl’s head has me wondering how much it hurts. Is he gentle or is he gripping so tight she’s moaning in a heady mixture of pleasure and pain?

Well, if I’m going to hell, I may as well go down satisfied. Two can play at this game, so I crawl my free hand down my body until it reaches the elastic of my soft pyjama pants. My skin tingles, sending me shivering for a second, but that sensation is soon replaced with my need to come. When I dip my hand all the way into my shorts and find my throbbing pussy soaked with my arousal, I guide my fingers to my clit, rubbing small circles over it, before dipping lower to coat them with my wetness.

My eyes close as I recall my moment with Wren. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep it together, my legs shaking as they struggle to keep me upright. When I open my eyes again, Wren is motioning for me to keep them on him and I’m surprised at how well I obey him.

Heat spreads over my sweat-covered skin as the familiar sensation of release builds between my legs, my heart rate increasing as my breathing speeds up. My impending orgasm has me gripping the soft carpet with my toes, my legs rigid.

When Wren tightens his grip on the back of the girl’s head, slamming into her harder and faster, I know he’s not far off his own release. Each muscle in his body tightens and clenches under his movements. Each thrust into her wet mouth, sending my release further and further into the stratosphere. Then he stills, his lips parting, his body convulsing, his orgasm sending mine skyrocketing.

I wish I was in that room so I could hear the sounds he makes when he comes. Instead, I’m forced to imagine them mingling with mine, dragging me further into my Wren obsession. Then my thoughts travel to the fact that I’ve never come that hard… ever!

The after-effects of my orgasm have my legs almost crumbling beneath me, but before I can feel the weight of what I just did, Wren pulls himself together, and heads out of view, before his light turns off. I’m left staring at the darkness, and my reflection in the window.

Holy shit.

I race for my bed and climb under the covers.

What did we just do?

Fuck.

What didIjust do?

NINETEEN

Wren

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When I’d dialled Celeste’s number after dropping Matilda home, I wasn’t exactly sure why I was calling her.

Actually, no. That’s a lie. I know exactly why I did it.

Matilda.

After our moment at the clearing this week, I couldn’t figure out why I felt such a powerful pull towards her. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, which had me questioning my sanity.

Then when she put herself in danger by trying to scare away an intruder and brushed off my concern for her safety, a protectiveness I’ve never felt before left a hollow feeling inside my chest.

After I kissed her tonight and felt the way her body responded to mine, my name falling from her pretty, full lips, I knew I had to stop whatever it was sparking between us. I don’t do feelings. No fucking way. I hadn’t even planned on kissing her, but once I saw her in that dress, and then that piece of shit following her, I reacted the only way a man can. By taking ownership of what’s his.

Jesus Christ. Matilda isn’t mine.

A distraction, I tell myself over and over. That’s all she’s supposed to be, but even with her fake attitude and smart mouth, there’s something unexpected about her, and my fucking body and mind want to find out what that is.

So, yeah, I knew what I was doing when I rang Celeste. I was making sure Matilda knew exactly where she stood. Nowhere near my fucking heart.

I check that she isn’t in her room, watching for a moment to make sure she doesn’t come in, then I get to work. When Celeste gets here, I need her to get straight to business. No fucking around, no talking.

I leave my curtains open, and yank my shirt off. Then I wait.

Celeste pulls up about five minutes later, so I usher her upstairs, pretending like we’re playing some sort of game because I need her to be quiet so my mum doesn’t hear us. Not that it’s worried me before. We’ve hooked up plenty of times, so I know she’s good for it. No strings attached. That’s how I roll. But, somehow having my mum find out I’m fucking around with Celeste to get back at Matilda just feels wrong.

When she leans in to kiss me, I turn my head. My mouth, my lips are now Matilda’s. She claimed them tonight, her lips on mine, her tongue caressing sweet poison into my mouth. I call it poison because the taste of her will slowly eat at my defences until I’m a slave to her, needing her sweetness just to keep me alive for one more day.

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