The Moth and the Flame (When Rivals Play #2) - B.B. Reid Page 0,121
battle, he finally settled for a simple, “Hey.”
His voice sounded heavy, and it was all I could do not to rush to him and beg him to tell me what was wrong. I was growing sick of begging Wren for anything. Last night, he told me he loved me, so maybe this sudden solemnness was the reason. Maybe he regretted it even more than I did. Many times, I’ve imagined the first time I would hear those words from him, and none of those fantasies ever involved him being drunk and passing out after.
“Where have you been?” I questioned as I crossed the room. The dress Four loaned me hung over the chair near the window. My back was to him when he answered.
“Had to clear my head.”
I pursed my lips as if he could see. “It doesn’t sound like you succeeded.”
He didn’t answer at first, and I realized why when I felt him press against me from behind. “No.”
“So are you going to tell me what’s eating you?”
He sucked in a breath. “No.” And then his hand found the knot keeping my towel up, and my lips parted when he loosened it. “I’d rather eat you instead.”
Before I could react, the towel fell to the floor, and there was nothing left to shield me from him. I didn’t even get the chance to consider what was happening before I felt his hand on my back pushing until I was bent over the chair.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked.
“Clearing my head.”
I gasped even as my pussy clenched at the thought of being used by him. It shouldn’t have excited me as much as it did.
“I never did get the chance to return the favor properly.” He knelt, and his hand circled my thigh. I felt his thumb sweeping my skin and then his lips skimming my ass. “May I?”
A shiver went down my spine. I knew what I wanted, but I also knew it wasn’t wise. A little late to have second thoughts, Lou. I started this after all. I ignored his warnings and pushed us over the boundaries of friendship without any regard for the consequences. Amidst my turmoil, I felt my legs begin to tremble. Since I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold myself up, I closed my eyes and just let go.
“Yes.”
I could be angry with him later.
His breathing turned ragged, and when his mouth inched closer, I felt his every exhale between my thighs, teasing my pussy until I was throbbing. Eventually, I could no longer contain the anticipation and closed my eyes when I felt it—hot, wet, and running down my thigh. And when his tongue trailed up my skin, stealing every drop, I dug my nails into the cushion of the chair and gasped.
I couldn’t do this. It was too much. I could already feel myself losing control.
Before I could tell him so, he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me in place, and buried his face between my thighs with a growl so savage I answered it with a startled cry.
His tongue swept my pussy, teasing, and tasting, and whenever he found the exact spot that made me press against his mouth for more, he’d lap at it relentlessly only to retreat when I was close.
“Wren, don’t be cruel,” I whined when he brought me to the brink once more. He chuckled, and the moment he abandoned suckling my clit to pierce me with his stiff tongue, I came. No sound escaped me, and other than my toes curling into the carpet, I couldn’t move or speak. Not even to tell him that I was too sensitive when he started peppering my pussy with soft kisses. He seemed to get the message when I whined, and he stood.
I stayed where I was when I felt his hard cock through his jeans. I could almost hear his thoughts as clearly as my own and knew that he was considering it.
Taking me like this.
From behind.
Bent over the chair.
Completely at his mercy.
I lifted my leg onto the arm of the chair and arched my back, opening myself more for him, and when I peeked over my shoulder, our gazes met. Neither of us moved or breathed for a few a heartbeats and then slowly, his hands went for his belt. I didn’t dare look away. I heard his zipper lowering and then the rustle of his jeans as he pushed them over his hips. The moment his dick was out, swollen