Page 80 of You Had Me At Thirteen

‘Sorry for asking,’ I say, bringing my focus again to my laptop.

The next moment Wren’s flopping down on his back next to me with a groan. ‘Sorry, it’s just my dad’s a massive… dick.’

‘Want to talk about it?’

‘Nope.’ Wren’s staring at the ceiling, his hands on his stomach, which gives me an idea. One I may regret depending on Wren’s reaction, but after yesterday, I can’t think of anything else but him.

So, here goes nothing.

I’m glad Wren ignores me when I get up to stand next to the bed. I need a moment to process what I’m about to do. With a deep breath, I push on. Wren’s so lost in his own head, that he doesn’t register I’m undressing myself until I’m down to my underwear.

He bolts upright. ‘What are you doing?’

‘I want to try something,’ I say as I search his face for any sign that he may reject me again. But there’s none of that.

He swallows hard. ‘Okay.’ He draws the word out as he scans my body.

My stomach flips around, but I urge myself on. ‘Keep your eyes up here,’ I say, motioning to the centre of my face. ‘We’re going to practice our eye contact.’

Wren groans but lifts his eyes to mine as he shuffles to the edge of the bed. ‘I hope you know what you’re doing, baby.’

I take this as a sign that he’s interested in what’s about to happen. Or at least what I want to happen.

Pulling my ponytail free, I shake my head, letting my hair slide from one shoulder until it falls down my back. My heart beats so hard against my chest, my blood pounding in my ears, but I keep going, trailing a finger between my breasts before undoing my bra and letting it drop to the floor.

Wren groans, his lips parting as he licks his bottom lip. ‘This isn’t fair.’

I press a finger to my lips to quiet him, making his nostrils flare. His eyes almost twitch as he keeps them up, and not on my naked chest. The grip he has on my quilt cover tells me he’s losing his patience, but I don’t care. He needs to suffer, even for just a little while, just as payback for rejecting me yesterday.

With my fingers pressed against my ribs, I walk them down my stomach, taking my time as I reach for the waistband of my underwear. My own hands send goosebumps crawling over my sensitive skin, craving Wren’s hands instead.

Biting my bottom lip, I keep my eyes on Wren’s face as I hook my thumbs into the elastic, noticing the way he leans forward, his hands now fisted on his thighs.

With my next breath, I push my underwear down my thighs, shimmying out of them, and letting them pool at my feet.

Wren’s breathing increases, his chest rising fast as he shuffles forward again. ‘Matilda, I’m losing it here.’ His eyes dart between mine.

‘Do you want me?’ I say, sliding a hand up my thigh until it reaches my aching middle.

He grins. ‘That’s a stupid question, baby,’ he says, before pulling me between his legs.

I gasp when he skates his nose between my breasts, kissing and nipping at my sensitive skin, his warm breath heating me from the inside. His mouth on me has me squeezing my eyes shut so I can focus on the sensations erupting over my body. His wet mouth on my nipple, his warm hands grabbing and squeezing my arse.

‘So soft, so beautiful,’ Wren says while moving to my stomach, each kiss searing into my skin like a branding iron.

Yes, Wren, brand me, I’m yours.

I’m squirming with anticipation when he runs his hands up my inner thighs. I’m drenched, allowing him easy access to push two fingers inside me.

‘Jesus Christ,’ he says before dropping to his knees, the stubble on his face scratching my inner thighs, bringing all the memories from yesterday flooding back – Wren eating me out like he was starved. But he doesn’t press his lips to me just yet, making me want to shove myself into him.

My grip on Wren’s shoulders tightens when he curls his fingers inside me, then pulls them out just enough to slam back into me again. The slick sounds of my arousal, and my uncontrolled moans fill my bedroom.

‘You’re always so ready for me, beautiful. I can’t wait to taste you again,’ he says before pulling his fingers out, leaving me feeling empty.

But when he places them into his mouth and sucks them clean, I almost come on the spot. The deep groan that comes from his chest, wraps around me.

Wren inches closer, trailing soft wet kisses up the insides of my thighs, while fucking me with his fingers again. Then he flattens his tongue over my clit, watching me with those eyes. My hips move in time with each slow caress of Wren’s tongue over my flesh, my core clenching, each movement bringing me to the edge. I’m so wet, the tops of my thighs – and I imagine Wren’s face – are covered.

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