The word hits me harder than a bullet to the chest. I swallow hard, looking into her whiskey eyes. The golden flakes shimmer brighter like stars glistening in the night sky.
“How?”
I see the desperation spark as her gaze locks on mine. Her eyes flick to my lips briefly, then back to mine. “Helpme forget.”
“Are you sure?”
She takes a deep breath, a tremble moving through her whole body. “I need you. Help me erase the pain. His voice.His touch. The way he hurt me.”
My jaw tightens as I tilt her chin up and search her eyes. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
She shoves off me, and I worry I’ve pushed her too far. But then she’s climbing into my lap, straddling me as her knees dig into the couch on each side of my hips. Her hands cradle my face as she settles her weight fully onto me. I can feel the heat from her center seeping through my jeans.
“I want your mouth on mine,” she whispers, lowering until her lips hover over mine. “I want your hands touching all of me. I want… I want you to make me feel good.Safe.”
Fuck. I’ll make her feel safe while making her feel cherished, desired, and loved.
I kiss her. Not soft, not delicate, but hungrily. Like I’ve been starving for her taste since the moment I saw her.
She gasps as I slip my tongue in her mouth. Her hands slide into my hair, tugging gently, pulling me closer like she’s desperate to fuse us together. Our tongues battle, twisting and tangling. My thumbs stroke her hips, the soft skin beneath her thong straps. She moans into my mouth, the sound raspy and wanton, and my control fractures.
One of my hands smooths up her spine, under the hoodie, my fingertips trailing down the length. She shivers, grinding down on me as our bodies are pressed closer. Our heartbeats slam against each other.
She leans back slightly, grinding against me, teasing and testing as I buck my hips into her. I swallow her gasps as we move together. Sliding my hand to her front, I brush my thumb over her bare mound.
Dragging my index finger between us, I gather her arousal before rubbing her clit. “Is all this for me?”
She moans, throwing her head back, exposing her rapidly beating pulse. I lean forward, nipping there and sucking the skin between my teeth.
“Oh, god, Jett.”
I run my finger over her entrance, teasing her with my touch. “You’re dripping for me, Whiskey.”
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
I obey, plunging a finger inside of her as she whimpers.
“Yes,” she pants, moving her hips for more friction. My girl is greedy, and I love this side of Wren. The side that takes whatever she wants.
I begin to rock my fingers in and out of her as my thumb circles her clit. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“For you, J. Always for you.”
As much as I love having her ride me, I need to be inside her so fucking bad. Slipping my hand free, I wrap my arm around her. I spin us in one quick move so her back presses into the couch as I hover above her. Our lips collide in a frenzy of pure desire as I work my pants down. Wren sucks in a deep breath when my cock springs free.
“J.” She lets out a shaky moan, desperate for my touch.
“What’s the matter, pretty girl?”
“I need you to touch me, taste me, do something.”
I wrap my hand around my cock and pump, needing some sort of relief. Whiskey eyes follow my movement, her hips thrusting in the air on their own volition. My thumb gathers the bead of pre-cum leaking from my cock.
I bring my thumb to her lips, smearing the bead. Her tongue swipes it off, and she moans as our eyes never break contact.
Her back arches when I rub my tip against her a few times. “Stop teasing me,” she grumbles, reaching out, but I swat her hand away. “I need to feel you…all of you.”
I find her ankles, gripping them lightly before tossing them over my shoulders. My lips trail kisses from her ankles to her knees, nipping and sucking as she writhes beneath me. Liningmy cock up to her entrance, I rock my hips forward, entering her with one quick thrust. Her pussy walls grip my cock as she cries out.
