“So you’re using me?”
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but you’re huge. I don’t think you’ll fit.”
“I’ll fit. You’ll be nice and wet when I’m putting my cock in that tight cunt.” I pinched her nipples, softly, twice and then hard.
The moan that came from her suggested I’d hit gold. She liked it rough. My mouth replaced a hand, sucking at her hard nipple, playing with the other.
“I can come like this.”
I released her nipple from my mouth.
“Who said I’m going to let you come?”
I saw her eyes flutter open, a look that would murder a heavy weight boxer crossing her face.
“I’m in this for the orgasms.”
“Mine?”
“Fuck, Callum. I’ll just get myself off then.” She pushed me away, pulling down the shorts she was wearing along with her underwear, now naked on my bed, the sounds of the crickets chirping and the distant buzz of the crew the only soundtrack we had.
I watched as her fingers slipped to her clit, moving up and down and in, spreading her wetness. Her legs were wide, giving me a full view. I took out my cock and watched her, lazily tugging at my erection, feeling her eyes on me.
“You going to let me come on your tits?”
“You going to eat me out?”
“Never thought you’d be a dirty talker.”
“Never thought your cock was a true story. Had it down as a myth.”
“Think how good it’ll feel fucking your tight pussy.”
“My fingers feel pretty good too.” She pressed two inside her.
If I had been a better man, this would’ve been about her, about me showing her exactly what she meant, what I thought she meant. But I wasn’t that man.
Sex was easy. I was good at it and I could lose myself in the physicality. It was a brief interlude where I could be with someone without the commitment.
And right now, Wren was leading me into that comfort zone where I knew how to make us both feel good.
It could be a terrible mistake. We could fuck and it be horrendous and that would be the end of a decade of having her on a pedestal. We could fuck and she’d discard me in the morning. We could fuck and I’d be so wrapped in her I could never leave.
I moved my hands to the bed and crawled to her, my cock hard and swollen. “Take your fingers out of your pussy and give them here.”
“No.” She thrusted them in and out slowly.
Brat. She was a brat. And she wanted to fight.
“Give me a safe word, Serendipity.”
Her eyes flashed and I expected her to tell me it was my name or something.
“Red. What’s yours?”
“I’ll go with red too. Give me your fingers.” I caught hold of her wrist, brought her hand to my mouth and took her shining fingers with my tongue, licking them clean and tasting her. Salty and sweet and musky.
My cock grew harder, my balls tightening.
