Page 93 of Sticks and Stones (Shadow Valley U)
Either way.
They get tossed behind me, and I kick off my shorts, too. It doesn’t matter what my stepmother is yammering on about—something about the decorations now—I’m already hard as a rock for Wren Davis.
I climb over her and notch my dick at her warm entrance. She’s already wet, even asleep, and I hope that she’s been dreaming good things. About me.
“Martha.”
Wren’s eyes snap open, and I quickly cover her mouth. Her eyes narrow into slits, but they widen when I push into her.
“Sorry,” the step-monster breathes. “I get carried away. I know you don’t really care about all of that.”
Wren feels too fucking good.
“I just wanted to say thanks for letting me bring a guest tonight. And I’ve got to get going…”
“Okay. Oh! Don’t forget, it’s formal. Black tie, long dresses only.”
“Of course.”
Wren’s teeth scrape my palm, and I grin at her. I pull out and thrust back in, and I very nearly groan. She does, the sound reverberating against my hand, and I smirk at her.
“Well, we’ll see you tonight!” Martha says.
“Great. Bye.” I hang up and throw my phone onto the floor.
Wren shakes off my hand. “What was that? And why are you—?”
I kiss her. My teeth catch her lower lip. She kisses me back harder, winding her arms around my neck. She moves across my jaw, nipping my earlobe.
“Are you trying to distract me?” she whispers.
“I’m trying to distract myself.”
“From what?”
I shake my head and shift to the side, slipping my hand between our bodies. I find her clit and play a familiar tune. One that has her writhing in minutes, while I continue to fuck her slowly.
As soon as she comes, her body trembling and her expression blissed, I slip out of her and flip her onto her stomach. She makes a little squeak. I shove a pillow under her hips and keep her legs together, straddling the backs of her thighs.
“What are you—?”
I slide back into her. It’s tighter and hits a new, deeper angle. It steals my breath, and judging from the way she abruptly stops talking, it takes her by surprise too.
“Fuck,” she groans. “What the fuck?”
I pick up speed. She braces her hands against the headboard, her nails digging into the wood while I take what I need from her.
It doesn’t take me long to come.Hard. I see stars, and I don’t bother pulling out of her. I just collapse on top of her, rolling us to the side so I don’t crush her. But my dick stays semi-hard inside her, and I band my arm across her waist to keep her from shifting away.
“Stay,” I order. “We get to sleep for a little while.”
And then I’ll break the news about the party. And my father.
* * *
“Where’d you go?”
I tilt my head. “What?”