Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Wren

I don’t know how I manage to stay in bed while he showers, but I do. I wait there with bated breath until Christian returns, his body on display, a small towel around his waist. I watch the small droplets of water slide down his chest and I swear to the fucking devil that it takes all I have within me to keep me on that crooked and lumpy mattress.

“Hi,” he says as he comes to a stop near the bed. My eyes flick down to that small towel and I feel my still-hard dick press against the sheets.

“Hey.”

“I, um, well, I don’t have any other pajamas and I don’t have any boxers I can spare. So, do you think it’s fine if I sleep naked?”

I blink up at him, my heart thrumming loudly. “Fuck. Yes. Get in here before you freeze.”

He shivers as I say that and then drops the towel. I see it all, the muscles in his thighs, his heavy balls, the thickness of his cock. And all the pure, un-inked skin. I want to press my body against it and look at the differences between him and me.

He scoots over to me and I pull the blankets back, exposing my naked dick to him. He stutters and stalls, his cheeks flaming as he takes me in.

“I’m naked too. It’ll keep us warm.”

He nods and then slides in, his skin on mine, the two of us completely bare and pressed together.

And I like it. A lot.

I’m so fucking horny for this guy.

Fucking Christian.

He wiggles until he’s pressed up against me and then I can’t help myself. I’m thirsty for it, hungry. For him. I tilt his head up and kiss him slowly, my tongue sliding into his mouth. He moans and shifts further onto me, our hips grinding into each other.

“You going to come again?” I ask as my lips trail from his mouth to his neck. He groans in response and then manages a small no before kissing me roughly.

My lips are sore, my skin abraded from the stubble on his cheeks, but fuck, I’m hornier than I’ve ever been. And it seems he is, too. I want more. I want to do everything with him.

Want to blow his mind.

With a heave and a grunt, I roll us over, my body on top his. I feel the coldness from outside. It hits my overheated skin, but I don’t let anything deter me. Just reach between us and grab our cocks, pulling them together.

Christian’s eyes widen, his mouth open in a low moan.

“I want to get us off. Can I?” I ask and he nods eagerly, his hips thrusting upward as my fist drags slowly down our combined lengths.

“Yes. Yes. Please .”

I slam my mouth back onto his and then start to jerk us, my cock producing so much fucking precum that it beads at the tip, and I smear it across both our cocks.

“So hot, you’re so hot,” I hiss and then lick my way into his mouth once more, sucking on Christian’s tongue.

He’s panting, and fuck, I want to suck his dick. I want to taste him .

I pull off him and his lips chase mine. But I’m already sliding down his body and taking his cock into my mouth with haste. The barbell in my tongue rolls up the length of him and Christian cries out, his hands tangling in my hair as I start to suck.

His moans are feral and unhinged, bordering on panic, and then I feel his cock twitch, and he explodes into my mouth with a shout, my name echoing through the room.

But I don’t even care how fast it was. It only turns me on. That and the taste of him, the sound, the scent. My own cock erupts between us, hitting the sheets and soaking through.

I lay my head against his thigh and breathe deeply, trying to gather myself and my wits. Minutes later, I finally push myself up and glance down at Christian, his drooping eyelids, his flushed cheeks. He blinks up at me, confused and dazed.

“You sucked…you sucked my….”

“I fucking did.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to taste you.”

He glances away, almost shy, and then peeks back at me. “Was it good?”

“It was.”

Neither of us sleeps, and neither of us pretends to either. Christian just presses up against me, fiddling with my nipple ring, driving me crazy.

We’re still naked, our cocks hard again, but we’re both content to just lay in the silence, listening to the snow pelt the outside of the rickety motel.

“Wren?” he finally asks and tilts his head up to brush his nose against my jaw. I want to kiss him again, want to fuck his mouth with my tongue. Fast, lazy, it doesn’t matter. I just want it, but I also don’t want to seem too desperate .

“Yeah?”

“Would you mind if I sucked your…you know?”

My heartbeat ratchets up. “My dick? You can’t even say the word and you want to suck it?”

He lets out a small laugh and bites down softly on my chin before leaning up and pressing his nose to mine, rubbing it against mine in the cutest way.

I hate it.

“Can I?”

“You never need to ask me. If you want to suck my dick, just do it.”

Those beautiful eyes stare down into mine and he pecks me on the lips before shifting down the bed, the covers over his shoulders, his large hands on my thighs as he just stares at me.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“I know. You told me.”

“I might really be bad at it.”

“Trust me. You won’t be,” I say as I fist the sheets and bite down on my bottom lip.

His hand reaches out tentatively and he strokes it. My cock jumps in his grip and he wets his lips.

“You have a nice penis,” he says and then runs his thumb over the tip of me, fiddling with the barbell through my cockhead. “I like the piercing.”

“Thanks,” I wheeze when he smears precum across my dick. I honestly may come just from this. He may never get a chance to stick his mouth on me.

Honestly, I’d be fine either way. The fact he’s touching me at all is making me hornier than I have any right to be. I’ve been with so many people—men and women—but for some reason, all other experiences pale when compared to this.

Why is this so good?

Because it’s him.

I shake that thought away and then gasp when his fist tightens on me. I spread my legs a little wider and his other hand moves to my balls, rolling them in his palm and making my eyes cross.

“I’m gonna try it now,” he says, shifting down a little closer to my dick. I let out a small, ugly whimper. Pathetic is what I am, but the minute his breath hits my cock, I bite back a cry.

Oh fuck. Oh fuuuuuck .

The tip of his tongue swipes across my cockhead, and I arch up, seeking more, and he gives it to me. He presses his lips to the weeping tip and sucks gently.

“Fuck. Fuck,” I hiss and then bite my tongue to shut up. Don’t seem so pathetic, don’t act so fucking stupid. But it’s hard when his mouth moves slowly down and his tongue fiddles with my piercing.

“How am I doing?” he asks, his words sliding across my cock like a sweet caress.

“Good. Really good. A plus.”

He grins and then gets back to it, taking more of me. Slowly. Murdering me with how long this is taking. It’s the sweetest torture.

He hums happily as he takes more of me, testing out how far back into his throat he’s comfortable taking me. He’s actually taking me really fucking far, so far in fact that I bottom out in the back of his throat and lose the ability to breathe entirely.

“Christian. What the fuck!”

He pulls off me, my dick straining toward him, wanting more of whatever that was, and he grins at me. “I don’t have a gag reflex.”

“Holy shit,” I reply, my eyes wide.

“I didn’t know it would come in handy, but I think I’m really good at this.”

He says it almost shyly before leaning down and taking me into the back of his throat again. I can’t help it anymore, can’t take it. My hands slide into his hair and hold on for dear life as he starts bobbing his head, swallowing around me, and then pulling off, only to do it again. For someone who’s never sucked dick, this is fucking good.

This is the best blow job I’ve ever had.

And I’ve had a lot .

Nothing compares.

I’m writhing beneath him, and I can tell I’m close. I’m so close to fucking release.

I tug on his hair, trying to warn him, but he just gently removes my hands, entwining his fingers with mine and I can’t hold back, can’t stop the rush moving up my thighs and through my cock. My orgasm comes with a roar, my vision whiting out, my ears ringing. I swear I almost pass out, and still, he doesn’t stop. His throat works around me as he groans and hums, swallowing it all and I come again, another burst that makes me see stars, the galaxy, the fucking universe.

When he finally pulls off, he swipes at his swollen lips and grins shyly at me.

“You screamed my name,” he says softly and I huff, rubbing at my eyes and trying like hell to deny it. But honestly, I probably did. Right now, the entirety of me, in this moment, begins and ends with him.

“Come here,” I say softly, and he shifts up into my arms.

I kiss him deeply, his body on top of mine, his cock surprisingly soft.

“Did you come?”

He nods and nuzzles up against me before kissing me again, languid and soft.

“It was hot. You’re so hot.”

“Am I making you a sinner, Christian?”

“Seems so, Wren. And I think I kinda like it.”

I huff out a laugh and then kiss him again, tasting my release on his tongue.

That’s exactly how he should taste.

Like me.

Motherfucking me.