Page 77 of You Had Me At Thirteen

I do as I’m told, climbing from the car to follow Wren as he leads me to a fenced lookout overlooking the forest below. The view to the horizon is full of different shades of green, and the visibility of the forest floor is non-existent because the trees are so crowded, giving me the feeling that I could jump down and not hit the bottom. Like landing on a soft cloud.

Through our silence, birds call out, while the wind pushes its way through the trees. They creak and groan under the pressure to remain rooted to one spot. Every few minutes there’s a crack of a branch breaking in the distance.

When I get the courage to look straight down, I grip the railing at the edge of the rock ledge. ‘Is this where you kill me?’

‘That depends,’ Wren says, leaning up on his toes to glance further over the railing.

‘On what?’

‘On whether you do as you’re told for once.’

I swallow hard, saliva catching in my throat as dryness overtakes my mouth. My muscles twitch, and the breeze against my skin has me breaking out in goosebumps even though it’s twenty-eight degrees.

We’re walking a fine line with whatever this thing is going on between us, but I want to explore all the emotions he’s making me feel. Can I do that when he’s so volatile, though? My guess is that I’ll have to take him as he is, scars and all. With all the pain he’s going through, I want to ease that hurt in any way I can.

And right now, as he stares down at me with those molten eyes, I will do whatever he wants me to.

Wren cups my face as he prolongs our eye contact for a few more seconds, then he presses his forehead to mine. ‘I want you so fucking much,’ he whispers against my lips while brushing his fingers down my neck, and over my collarbone.

I’m struggling to catch my breath, every little touch of Wren’s fingers over my skin sending my heart skyrocketing. My pussy throbs as warmth spreads from my groin into my stomach, down my thighs. When I can’t contain myself any longer, I lean up on my toes and smash my mouth to his, grabbing at his neck to pull him closer.

Wren backs me into the railing, deepening our kiss when he pushes his tongue further into my mouth, exploring and tasting, nipping at my bottom lip. The cold metal presses into my exposed skin where my shirt has ridden up my back, sending a painful jolt against my spine, but I don’t care. Nothing else matters but what’s happening between us right now.

Wren explores the inside of my mouth, our tongues massaging each other. And when he trails his fingers up the inside of my thigh until he reaches the seam of my underwear, I push against him, my body shuddering when he brushes a thumb over the fabric, sending a moan escaping my throat.

Thank God I wore a skirt today.

Wren chuckles. ‘So eager, baby,’ he says, before dropping to his knees in front of me.

His eyes find mine as he yanks my skirt up to my waist and buries his face between my thighs, breathing me in. ‘You smell so fucking delicious. I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.’ Each word vibrates against my sensitive skin, sending tiny sparks of electricity through every cell in my body.

Holy shit.

If I wasn’t holding onto Wren right now, I’d collapse to the ground in a heap of sweat and untamed hormones.

‘Kiss me,’ I say, pushing into his face, wanting more contact.

Wren breathes me in again, making me fidget in anticipation. But before I can beg, he makes quick work of my underwear by pulling them to the side. A low growl leaves his chest. ‘Beautiful,’ he says, before using his tongue to caress me in a slow, savouring rhythm.

‘Fuck,’ I say, turning to putty in his hands. And against his tongue.

My grip on his hair tightens as I grind myself against his face. With the way he’s kissed my mouth, I should have known he’d be just as talented at going down on me.

The stubble on Wren’s jaw tickles against my inner thighs adding to the overwhelming sensation building in my core. In one swift movement, Wren throws one of my legs over his shoulder, and inserts two fingers inside me, while his tongue does some serious damage to my building release.

He glances up at me through his dark lashes and pulls back just a little. ‘Do you like my fingers inside you, Matilda?’

‘Yes,’ I say, breathless.

‘Good girl,’ he says before flattening his tongue over my clit again.

Every time Wren pushes his fingers inside me, the extent of my arousal can be heard over everything else, but I don’t care. He needs to know how much I want him and what he does to my body. His expert tongue against my soft flesh has me rolling my hips against his face, with just enough friction to keep my orgasm building. He slows his movements, swirling his tongue over my clit, sending my eyes rolling back into my head. He keeps this torturous speed up until my legs shake, and I grip his hair tighter. When I reach the edge, I push against the back of Wren’s head, not caring if he suffocates right now.

He laughs against me, then moans, sending the last shred of my control snapping. My entire body shudders, my legs growing weak as I let go.

‘Oh God, I’m… coming,’ I say through a breathless whimper.

The hum from the forest below grows louder as my body shudders, my release reaching its peak, then everything goes quiet. I swear I become one with the entire universe, my brain filled with so many endorphins that nothing can bring me down at this moment. I breathe in the fresh air, a smile on my face as the sun beams down on me. It takes a moment for my high to settle, then Wren is standing in front of me again, his full lips still wet with my arousal as he kisses me, allowing me to taste everything I just gave him.

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