Erik's voice suddenly cuts off mid-sentence. There's a pause, then, "Wait a second. Is that a woman I hear? D?”
Suka!
Leave it to Erik to pick up on the smallest details.
A soft hand snakes around my waist, and I nearly jump out of my skin. Wren's fingers dance along the waistband of my jeans, teasing. I grab her wrist, but can't bring myself to push her away.
"D? You there?" Erik's voice sounds suspicious now.
"I hear you," I rasp, my eyes locked on Wren's. She's giving me that dirty smirk again, the one that makes me want to do very bad things to her. "I'll be there in twenty."
"Twenty? It usually takes you—"
I hang up, shoving the phone in my pocket. Wren's eyebrow arches, her smirk growing wider. "Trouble in paradise?"
"Nothing I can't handle," I growl, finally getting the door open. I drag her inside the house.
Wren's back hits the wall with a thud, and she lets out a laugh that turns into a moan as I attack her neck. "Thought you had to go," she purrs.
"In a minute," I mutter against her skin. My hand finds its way under her shirt, and she arches into my touch.
My phone buzzes again. Erik, no doubt. Probably wondering why I'm not already halfway there. Well, he can fuck right off. All I can think about right now is getting Wren's mouth around my cock.
As if reading my mind, Wren's hand cups me through my pant. "Want some help with this before you go?"
I groan, pressing myself against hers. "Fuck,"
This is a fucking mistake. I know it, but I can't stop myself.
I watch with hungry eyes as Wren sinks to her knees before me, her dark hair falling over her face as she reaches for my zipper. She looks up at me, her thick lashes heavy with mascara, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"Hurry," I growl, my voice rough with need.
She takes her sweet time, the sadisticsuka. Her fingers trace the outline of my cock through my pants, and I have to grip the doorframe to keep from grabbing her head and forcing the issue.
My phone buzzes again. I ignore it.
"Impatient?" Wren purrs, finally unzipping my fly.
I fill my lungs with a sharp inhale of air, followed by a groan that echoes of the torture from the sight of her wetting her lips.
I let out a low, guttural moan, as she pulls my cock from my pants, already hard and ready for her. She strokes me slowly, her grip tight and relentless.
"You want it, huh?" I growl, my voice deep and gritty. "Gonna beg for it like a good little bitch?"
She smirks, not taking her eyes off my cock. "Fuck begging.
"I don't need to beg for what I can take," she says, her voice taunting. She squeezes my cock, her grip hard and unyielding. "But I will let you know when I want you to fuck me."
I laugh, not intimidated in the slightest. "You think you're in control here,krasotka? You're on my turf. You don't get to tell me when to fuck you."
She gives me a slow, sultry smile, her hand still working my cock.
“We’ll see about it, big boy,” Wren teases, her hand still torturing me with slow, deliberate strokes.
I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to grab her and take what I want. "You're a little tease, aren't you? Playing with fire like that? You better be ready for the consequences."
"Oh, I'm ready. But can you handle it?"
