40. Wren

40

WREN

I had sent a quick text to Kate, letting her know I wouldn't be home tonight. Only a few seconds later she responded with a winky face, heart, and a "Be safe."

I was in the safest place in the world right now.

With Mal's hand resting on my thigh, his eyes firmly on the road, I knew there was nowhere else I'd rather be. The taste of him still lingered in my mouth and a growing anticipation for what would come next had my thighs clenching tightly.

"You okay?" He glanced over at me with worried eyes before turning his attention back onto the road.

I was better than okay.

Relieved, happy, I finally felt like all the missing pieces in my life were finally falling into place.

"Yes, are you?" I asked while threading my hand with his. He immediately widened his fingers on my thigh to accommodate mine.

"I'm more than okay, Doe."

My heart fluttered.

Staring at his profile, I couldn't help but smile.

A real one that I felt deep in my bones. He had taken a quick shower in the locker room before we left, so his dark locks were somewhat slicked back off his forehead.

He looked good.

Comfortable.

But as I dragged my eyes down the length of his extended arm, I noticed just how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel.

Was he really okay or was something else bothering him? But as my stare wavered over his lap, that's when I noticed the real issue of why he looked so tense.

He was hard again.

"Mal, are you…" I swallowed. "Are you ha—"

His eyes flashed over to mine, and in that brief moment, I noticed the palpable heat in his gaze.

"Hard again? Fuck yes. How can I not be?" he groaned through a low, tortured voice that had my thighs clenching.

My mouth watered at the thought of having him in my mouth again.

"Don't," he warned. "Don't look at my cock like you want to have it in your mouth again, because I'll pull over right fucking now and give it to you."

Holy shit.

I almost moaned out loud from how badly I wanted that.

"Let me at least get us home, Doe," he begged. "I promise I'll take good care of you when we get there."

On an exhale, I nodded.

The rest of the drive took longer than expected, but only because I was eager to get there.

So when we finally got to his place, and the second I walked inside, I instantly felt a sense of familiarity and comfortability. Maybe it was his lingering scent that made me feel at ease, or just knowing that no one else had stepped foot inside his home, but it soon vanished when I felt a large, warm body come up behind me.

From the top of my head down to the tips of my toes, my whole body shivered. I closed my eyes, anticipating for the moment he'd brush against me or at least touch me, but instead, he used his fingers to move the hair off my shoulder and pushed it to the side.

"I could smell you in the car." Mal dropped his head down into the crook of my neck where he brushed his mouth against the outer part of my ear.

His words went through one ear and out the other, as all I could focus on was the feel of him pushing up against me. He was rock solid everywhere.

Top to bottom.

"Tell me, Doe. Were you wet from thinking about all the possibilities of what we were going to do tonight? Or were you still wet from sucking my dick?" he asked in that low, growly voice that sent my nerves into overdrive.

I couldn't respond as my mouth had gone completely dry. Dirty talk only existed in my romance novels, but here I was getting a firsthand experience.

And God, was he good at it. It's been too long since I've felt a need like this…

Way too long.

Then slowly, a hand seized my hip in a firm grip while the other had crept its way up to my neck and latched on.

Holy shit.

"Both," I answered quickly, as he used the grasp on my neck to tilt my head back.

"Good girl," he praised. "I like seeing you like this. Compliant, needy, fucking breathtaking with my hand around your neck like a collar."

I gulped.

Using the pad of his thumb, he began to caress along the side of my neck in slow, deliberate strokes. My whole body was buzzing with need, but I had no clue what to do about it.

"And all mine too."

His tongue lashed out and found my earlobe.

"Mal…" I whined, hating how desperate I sounded.

"I know." He nibbled his way down my ear and toward my collarbone where he lavished my skin in warm, wet kisses.

I melted in his arms completely.

My breathing went ragged, my heart pounded mercifully, and I was on the cusp of demanding more.

I needed so much more than this, but I had a feeling Mal had already formed a wicked plan on how to give it to me. Before I could resort to begging, I was swiftly released and spun around when his mouth brutally collided against mine.

Without hesitancy, I had risen up onto my toes and cloaked my arms around his neck. Our tongues dueled in a fiery clash of pent-up energy and the undeniable need to be closer. He had already burrowed his way into the deepest parts of my soul, and yet, it felt like he was still trying to claim more.

He guided our kiss with his palm holding the back of my head while the other had a firm grip on my ass. Everything about it was all-consuming.

Electrifying.

Life-altering.

Then before I knew it, the hand he had carefully placed on the back of my head had found its way to my ass where I was lifted off my feet.

My mouth fell from his on a sudden gasp.

"Mal…" I whimpered while staring into his heavily lust-filled gaze and swollen mouth.

He looked like he was ready to make a meal out of me. Mouth open, his breathing now falling in sync with mine, nothing could've interrupted this moment.

His mouth curled at the corner and ever so slowly, he brought his lips back to mine. It was the slowest, tenderest of movements that had my eyes fluttering closed and heart leaping in my chest.

Barely brushing, barely caressing, it was everything Mal wasn't but everything I hoped for. Whether it was just this small glimpse, it gave me a look into his softer side.

A side that he only displayed for me.

Then before I knew it, we were moving. I hadn't bothered to open my eyes to see where he was taking us, but eventually I had determined that we were climbing up the stairs. With each step, my anticipation magnified.

His needy hands on my ass and his drugging kisses were a dead giveaway for where we were headed. Somewhere where he could lay me down on a bed and get his hands and mouth on more of me.

A safe place to fall even deeper into the web that we've woven together.

Once we were tucked away inside his room, I felt my back meet a wall. His mouth still remained glued to mine, but he slowly released his hands from my behind, causing my feet to hit the hardwood floor beneath me.

I was seconds from asking him what he had planned for us, but he beat me to it when he dove in for my neck and nibbled his way up to my ear.

I tilted my head to the side on a groan.

"Still wet for me, baby?"

A rush of air flew past my lips.

"Yes." I whimpered as his delicate assault on my skin took a turn for my collarbone. Tongue dragging along the dips and curves of my shoulder, I shuddered from the sheer potency of his touch.

It was everything.

He was everything.

"Good." He groaned while gripping my waist in his large palms and squeezing. "Now tell me what you want me to do about it."

My pussy pulsated.

In my head, I could think of so many things that I wanted him to do, but when it came to actually voicing it, I clammed up.

"I…" I swallowed while letting my head fall back into the wall. "I want… I want you to… God, just… Please, give me something, anything," I begged, causing a dark rumble of laughter to pour out of Mal.

Nipping at the skin just beneath my chin, he then showered the sore indentations with kisses.

"I want to hear exactly what you want, Doe. Word for word," he demanded. "I won't settle for anything less."

His fingers began to tease the waistline of my jeans and I knew the second I gave him an acceptable answer, he'd have my pants stripped of my body in less than one second.

I was ready for him, ready for this, but there was still that minuscule voice in the back of my head telling me to think about what I was doing.

To really stop and think.

But I have.

For many hours and so many restless nights, I've thought about all the possibilities and outcomes for going down this windy, bumpy road with Mal. Though everything seemed against us, no part of me could bear the thought of letting him go.

Not now.

Not ever.

So letting my guard down, and setting my insecurities and doubts aside, I took in a much-needed breath of air and told him exactly what I needed.

"I want you on your knees."

His chest rumbled from the intensity of the groan that escaped him.

"Fuck, I was hoping you'd say that."

My whole body trembled.

"Been dyin' to get a taste of you," he spoke along my neck.

All I could formulate was a nod. I was too caught up in the moment and too in shock to have anything in response to say. In return, his fingers and hand made their way to the button and zipper on my pants and soon, he had them loosened.

With one last peck against my mouth, he gave me a heated look before slowly dropping to his knees in front of me.

My mouth watered at the sight of him.

So empowering.

So damn erotic, I never wanted the image to leave me.

Both his hands were now resting on each side of my hips where he peered up at me as if this was my last chance to tell him to stop.

As if I could tell him that.

Not when my body was vibrating like an addict waiting for their fix. I was already addicted to Mal, I couldn't imagine what I'd be like once I had him entirely.

"Last chance, Doe." His eyes searched mine for any apprehension, but I knew he wouldn't find any. "Once this happens, once I make you come on my mouth, no one else will ever have the chance to."

Just the mere thought of being with anyone else made my stomach twist.

"I'm yours, Mal. I have been since the day you told me to leave."

His eyes darkened from my declaration, but there was also a glint of something else.

Adoration.

But before I could read any further into it, he had yanked my jeans down until I was only standing in my shirt and underwear.

My heart went into overdrive.

Hammering toward a state of impatience, I watched in awe as his eyes were now clouded in apparent desire. So much that he leaned in close to my center, right up against the fabric of my thong, and inhaled.

Holy shit.

"I'm trying to do the respectful thing here and not rip that sexy-as-fuck thong from your body, but I'm really fucking struggling right now, Doe…"

My breathing went askew.

I think I had a chance of orgasming from his words alone.

"I like this thong, but if you promise to buy me another one, I'll let you do whatever you want with this pair."

His shoulders dipped as his fingers delved into the sides of my underwear.

"I'll buy you every panty, bra, matching set, whatever the hell you want if it means I get to take it all off of you."

Then instead of ripping them off like I thought he would do, he gently pulled them down my waist, past my knees, and down to my feet where he helped me out of them.

I was fully exposed now.

Dripping, throbbing, needy, I was seconds away from begging.

"Fuck." He tossed my thong to the side and leaned in close once again until his mouth was only a breath away from my pussy.

A shudder of nerves and vibrations cascaded down my spine.

I wanted him now.

I wanted him more than I wanted my next breath of air, and finally, on the swipe of his tongue along his bottom lip, I knew he was eager to satisfy his hunger. "Lift your leg over my shoulder, baby. And no hovering either, I know you've thought about suffocating me a time or two since you've been here."

He wrapped his whole hand around my thigh.

"Here's your chance, Doe."