Something dark flashes in his eyes before he’s driving his fingers into me harder, curling up and hitting that spot that makes fireworks go off behind my eyes. Pressure builds, and then something wet hits my legs as I explode with pleasure. My cries echo in the room as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced takes hold.
“Fuck yeah, Baby, look at you,” Brennan murmurs, his fingers slowing as my hips give out.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp, quickly sitting up. “Did I just pee?”
There’s a huge wet spot underneath me, and IknowI did not make that much of a mess when I was with Maverick or Teddy.
This is absolutely mortifying. How the fuck did I—
“Nope.” Brennan gives a self-satisfied grin. “You squirted.”
I frown. Why is he so happy about this? “So…I…squirted? And that’s…good?”
“Song Bird, it’s like a damn trophy,” he boasts. “It means that I got you tocomethe hardest.”
I really hope this becomes some sort of competition because…yeah, that was the hardest I’ve ever come.
“Come here.” He grabs me by the waist, and pulls me off the bed. “Since the bed’s all wet now, we’ll have to improvise.”
My cheeks heat. “It’s your fault the bed is wet.You’rethe one who made me…you know…squirt.”
“You’re damn right I am,” Brennan chuckles, before pulling me to a chair in the corner. He sits, patting his legs. “Hop on, I want to try something.”
“How romantic,” I reply drily, but do as he asks, putting one leg on either side of his lap before grabbing his cock in my hand and guiding it to my entrance.
It’s a stretch, to be sure, but I’m getting used to the slight burn, and I’m so wet from the squirting that it slides in relatively easily.
“Oh, Wren,” he groans, his hands gripping my ass as I lower myself. I love the way his eyes flutter closed when I fully seat myself on him. “You feel like fucking paradise. Are…are you okay?”
I let out a breathless laugh. “I’m more than okay. You feel…so damn good.”
He grips the back of my neck with one hand, pulling me towards him. Our lips meet desperately, and I’m reminded of our kiss in the lake less than a week ago. Was that really the day we first kissed? It feels like I’ve been with them forever.
I clench around him, and he hisses. “Fuck. Hold on.”
In the next second, he stands—one hand still on my ass, one on my neck.
“What are you doing?” I feel near giddy, being held so high in the air.
“That thing I wanted to try,” he answers simply, before walking to the nearby wall. My back meets the drywall, and I gasp at the coolness of it against my back. “I’ve never had sex with anyone against a wall before.”
“Me neither.” I grin, and then we’re kissing again, my body propped between his and the wall as he thrusts up into me. My legs wrap around his waist, my heels digging into his ass.
“Damn, Song Bird,” he grunts, his thrusts growing more frenzied. “I’m not goingto last long.”
“Then don’t.” I clench around him, loving the strangled noise he makes.
“Do…do you want me to knot you?”
“Fuck, yes,” I breathe, remembering how good it felt to be stretched full by Mavericks knot.
He groans on the next thrust, not pulling back but instead continuing to push upwards. That brief pinch of pain is still there, but it washes away quickly as Ifeelhis cock pulse inside me. The sensation sets off a sort of mini-orgasm as he continues his shallow thrusting.
“Fuck, fuck, Wren…” he groans, his face burying in my neck as he finds his release. His hips stop moving, but his face stays in my neck, both of us sweaty and breathing hard.
“Wren…” he murmurs, his lips brushing my skin. “I think…no, Iknow…I’m falling in love with you.”
I wouldn’t have thought it was possible for my heart to be beating any faster, but those words do it. When I take his face in my hands, turning it towards me, I only see vulnerability in his gaze.
