Page 88 of You Had Me At Thirteen

He shakes his head, the only giveaway that he’s losing his restraint is the clenching and unclenching of his fists.

Fine.

If he won’t touch me, I’m going to take advantage of my position and touch him. At first, I trace the outline of the muscles in his chest and stomach. He tenses under my touch, watching me with an intense fierceness.

I press my lips to his chest, dragging my teeth down his torso while lowering myself onto my knees between his legs. He sucks in a breath when I rub him over his sweatpants, which is when I realise he’s not wearing anything underneath, so I pull him free, then wrap both hands around the hard, veiny length. I rub my thumb over the sensitive head and bring it up to my mouth to taste his arousal. His entire body tenses, his nostrils flaring as he stares down at me through hooded eyes.

He’s an enigma, confusing as hell, sending me wading into a pool of unfamiliar emotions. I may drown. I may not. But is Wren my saviour?

When I lower my lips to the silky head, I lick the small slit before rolling my tongue around its entirety. Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck him into my mouth, allowing him to go as deep as he can.

‘Fuck,’ he says through his teeth. ‘Give me those eyes, baby.’

Doing as I’m told, I lift my eyes to his, while continuing to suck and roll my tongue over him. He groans, parting his lips, his hips meeting each pump of my fist as he fucks my mouth. I allow him to go deeper before choking on his massive length. Tears roll onto my cheeks before Wren wipes them away with his thumb.

‘Such a dirty girl letting me fuck that smart mouth of yours. I love watching you on your knees.’

A moan slips from my mouth, sending Wren’s head falling against the couch on a groan. When he opens his eyes again, he grabs me and pulls me to stand, yanking my shorts and underwear down before positioning me on top of him.

‘I want to feel all of you, nothing between us. Is that okay? I’ve never gone bare before, and I have to be tested for the fights.’

His words hit me hard. I’ve never not used protection either, and I’m on birth control, so I want to feel him inside me with nothing between us as well. ‘Yes,’ I whisper as I slide down onto him, letting my head fall back with a moan of his name.

Wren grips my thighs, his fingers digging in almost painfully, but it sends a rush of heat into my lower stomach.

What’s that saying? There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain.

And boy do I want his pleasure. I want all of it, as well as his pain.

Our pace is slow, this time more intimate, not like the fucking we’ve done lately.

‘God, you’re amazing,’ he says, as he tucks my hair behind my ear. ‘I don’t deserve you.’

‘Wren, I…’ A tear slips down my cheek but Wren silences me with a finger to my lips, and I don’t bother trying to argue with him because I’m so turned on right now.

Kissing the pad of his finger, I place my hands on his thighs behind me so I can lean back, allowing Wren to press against my front. As I move with him, he wraps a hand around my throat with a gentle squeeze, and applies pressure to my lower abdomen with his other hand.

Wren drops his hand from my stomach and rubs circles over my clit with his thumb. That alone sends a wave of heat rushing over my skin, and each roll of my hips pushes us further to our breaking points.

‘Wren… fuck.’ I throw my head back, and lose myself in the sensations of Wren’s expert assault on my body.

I’m lost in him, the feel of him inside me, his hands on my body consuming me and bringing me to the edge. With each stroke of his fingers, my orgasm builds further.

‘I’m going to come,’ Wren says, breathless. ‘Come with me, beautiful.’

He grabs my hips and slams me down harder, sending my entire body convulsing as I come undone, euphoria rippling through me, spreading from my core into my entire body.

Wren grabs my throat again, his other hand squeezing my hip as he slams into me a couple of times before moaning through his own orgasm, spilling into me for the first time. We’re one right now, fitting together like we’re made for each other.

I crash into his chest, the sweat on our bodies making us slide a little. It’s calming to listen to his erratic heartbeat settle into a normal rhythm. ‘Wren?’ I say. ‘What are we going to do?’

He strokes my hair as he breathes deeply. ‘I don’t know,’ he says. ‘I don’t know.’

I’m waiting for him to kick me out, but when it doesn’t come, I sink harder against him.

Wren’s way of dealing with his emotions is to fuck or fight his way out of them, but the more we do the former, the more I fall for him. And I’m scared my heart is going to be crushed because he can’t bring himself to admit that he has feelings for me too.

Maybe I can handle the sex for a while, but what happens in two months’ time? Six months? A year? What if we’re still doing this same act? Him not wanting to hear that I’m falling in love with him. And him trying to convince himself that he doesn’t feel the same way.

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