Page 79 of Sticks and Stones (Shadow Valley U)
I mean, I declared her mine. To her. In a storage closet.
But now I’m doing it more publicly, keeping us out in the open. I danced with her. I made out with her. I ignored seething looks from Evan and dodged Archer’s questions about the jersey she may or may not have had on earlier.
I was wrong earlier. I have a feeling I’m going to end up paying for Archer’s replacement.
The simple truth of the matter is that Wren is sexy as fuck, no matter what she’s doing. Straddling my lap is a prime example, but even watching her walk across the house is enough to want to chase her.
It’s an obsession. An unhealthy one.
I watch her on the cameras. I follow her around school.
And yes, obviously it’s because I’m worried that her psycho dad is going to do something from prison, like send someone to threaten her or something. We had that break-in that wasn’t really a break-in and nothing else since.
It’s been quiet, which has really just given me an excuse to watch Wren more. To drift away from looking for the danger around her to just looking at her. The way she flips her hair off her shoulder before she puts on her backpack, or pats her pockets to check for her keys, phone, and whatever else. The way she smiles at her friends.
Her lips return to my ear, catching the lobe with her tongue, then her teeth. It’s a zing that goes straight to my groin, and I suppress the urge to fuck her for the billionth time.
“Maybe we should take this upstairs,” she whispers in my ear.
“Maybe,” I reply. “Or maybe I enjoy torturing both of us.”
She huffs.
“Tell me, Sticks. Is my cum still between your legs?” I slip my hand into her pants. “Oh, hmm, my girl is wet.”
She bites her lip. “What are you going to do about it?”
I move my hand lower, thrusting one finger into her. Then two. My smile feels wicked. “I’m going to watch you get yourself off, baby.”
Her eyes widen, and she glances over her shoulder. Her lips are swollen from kisses, her eye makeup a little smudged. What I really want is to put her on the floor between my legs and watch her suck me off, but this is a close second. Her orgasm face is one of my favorites.
“There are people,” she whispers.
“I know.” I raise my eyebrow. “So…promise to never wear another one of my teammates’ jerseys, and I’ll let you come right here. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you don’t come until Tuesday.”
She gives me a baleful look, then nods. “I promise never to wear one of your teammates’ jerseys,” she parrots. “And now…”
“Now go to town.” I curl my fingers inside her, and her body shudders.
She wriggles. Her hands come up onto my shoulders. And slowly, she sets a pace. She grinds her clit against the rough heel of my palm, and I scratch theitchdeep inside her. Her head tips back, but her gaze stays locked on mine.
I lean forward and pull her tank and bra cup down, exposing her breast.
She squeaks in surprise.
I press my palm to her back, keeping her steady, keeping her on my lap and not shooting through the ceiling, and lick around her nipple.
It pebbles under my attention. Her hips move faster, her muscles squeezing my fingers. I suck it into my mouth, flicking my tongue against the sensitive nub. I graze it with my teeth, the same as she did to my neck, and she moans.
Her hands slide from my shoulders up into my hair. She tugs me closer while her hips roll faster. Fuck being in the living room. Fuck having an audience. I pull my hand out abruptly and lift her, keeping her bare breast hidden against my chest. I carry her to the bathroom, the only door not locked, and set her on the counter.
“The door,” she mumbles.
“Fuck it.” I yank her pants down.
I’m inside her in an instant, and we both groan. God, she feels too fucking good. The best elixir. I lean her back and bite her breast, and she bucks. Her legs wrap around my hips, heels digging into my ass and pressing me closer.
“Just like that,” she groans. “Fuck me harder.”