Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Wren

T he morning sneaks up on us, the two of us still awake, neither of us eager to close our eyes and have this end. His lips leave mine with a sigh and he snuggles up against me, our cocks hard once more. I don’t know how that’s possible, but they are. Apparently, my libido has tripled around him.

“Is this how much people normally kiss?” he asks. “My lips are sore.”

“No, this isn’t normal,” I murmur as nuzzles up against me.

“Yeah? We’re special, huh?”

I don’t know how to answer that. Because I don’t know if we’re special or if we’re just victims of our circumstances. I don’t know anymore. Would we have ever kissed, ever fucked around, if we hadn’t ended up in the middle of a snowstorm?

I don’t know.

But I’m glad we’re here. This is the best fucking time I’ve had in ages.

“I’m gonna pee and brush my teeth,” Christian says, rolling up and my hands trail along his skin as he moves. As soon as he’s gone, I miss him .

This is so fucking bad.

The two of us aren’t compatible. Not at all and yet already I’ve been reduced to a needy asshole.

I sit up and run a hand down my tired face, deciding that I’m going to brush my teeth and take a piss, too.

Not that my dick will make it easy. It’s still hard. When I enter the bathroom, Christian is trying to wrangle his into submission, toothbrush hanging out of the side of his mouth.

He looks almost bashful as he tries to aim and I turn around, scrubbing at my teeth until he’s done. Then it’s my turn.

When I finally head back to bed, I see Christian curled up under the covers, waiting for me. I take a small detour to the window and pull the blinds open, peering out at the snow-covered ground.

“Looks like it stopped snowing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, we might be able to leave as soon as they have roads plowed.”

“Yeah. I hope we don’t miss the wedding.”

I couldn’t give two shits about the wedding, but I know it’s important to Bree that we’re there.

“Let me go ask and see if anyone knows anything,” I say, but Christian almost whimpers when I utter that.

“But I’m so cold,” he says, looking like a lost puppy dog. So damn cute.

“You can survive.”

He pouts with those swollen red lips and I can’t help but move over to him and kiss him deeply. That turns into thirty minutes of making out and a delicious sixty-nine position, the two of us rolling over at the end of it and gasping for breath.

“Oh, I really liked that,” he says, and I lean up and smirk at him.

“Like my dick, Christian?”

His flushed cheeks darken. “Yeah. I do.”

That makes me preen like a fucking peacock and I stand up, wiping my cum stained lips and pulling on some clothes .

“Don’t fucking distract me. I’m going to ask about the weather and the roads and if I get back and we have more time, I’m going to eat your ass.”

His eyes widen, and he wiggles beneath the covers.

I fucking want the roads to still be blocked. I want to hear him scream my name as I eat him out.

But sadly, the man at the front desk tells me that the roads will be cleared within the hour, so Christian and I can be on our way to the wedding.

Thank fuck we won’t miss it.

I’ll miss eating his ass, though.

But when I make my way back into the room, Christian is naked on the bed, his legs spread, his skin a pretty pink.

“I took a shower,” he says shyly and the trip can wait. “If we have time…”

“Yeah, we have time,” I lie as I descend on him, stripping my clothes off as I flip him over, his ass up in the air. My fingers knead his cheeks open and I drag my tongue up his crack, making him buck forward. Damn, he tastes like Christian and soap. He washed real fucking good. I moan into his skin and let my tongue lap at his rim.

“Oh gosh, oh my gosh,” he whines, and I grin softly.

Won’t even swear now. Maybe I can get a fuck out of him, I think as I continue to tease him, one of my hands moving around his hip and grabbing onto his hard cock. I shuttle my fist up and down his straining length as I slowly push my tongue into his hole. He bucks against me, crying out at the sensation, and I groan as I do it again, slowly working him open with my tongue.

“Wren!” Christian shouts and pushes his ass back against my face, wanting me to go deeper. So I do, and now I’m tongue deep in his hole, fucking into him, making him sloppy and wet, all while I tease his dick.

It bucks in my hand, overused and yet eager for more.

Christian is quite the little slut .

I pull my tongue from him and when he whines, I flip him over, grab his hips and suck his dick.

He’s panting now, his hands in my hair, tugging wildly as he tries to keep his orgasm at bay, but he doesn’t need to worry. I’m going to make him remember this.

I pop off his cock and move to his ass once more, spreading him wide and thrusting my finger and tongue into him. His eyes roll back in his head and he starts to tremble when I rub against his prostate.

“Oh, oh my! Wh—what is that?”

Yes, oh my . “Your prostate,” I say, pulling his balls into my mouth while I continue to play with him.

He’s gasping now, pulling the sheets off the mattress, his cock leaking profusely.

“It feels so good, Wren.”

“Yeah,” I chuckle and then get back to work, alternating between eating him out and sucking his cock. By the time I let him come, he’s crying, tears streaking down his face, his entire body shaking. When he explodes, he screams, my tongue and finger massaging his prostate, my free hand stroking his cock.

And I don’t stop when he’s depleted, just keep going until he comes again. A dribble of cum spurting from his cockhead.

“Oh, gosh. I can’t move,” he says with a small sniffle.

I chuckle and sit up, running the back of my hand across my swollen, sore lips.

“Good. You stay right there,” I reply, my voice hoarse.

I knee-crawl up his thighs and stare down at him, my cock hard and aching.

“The way you taste, the way you feel,” I groan as I stroke myself. He watches it all with drooping eyelids and when he reaches out and takes over, my cock explodes. The feel of his hands on me, anywhere near me, makes me crazy.

I fall onto the bed near him, his chest coated in our combined cum, and try to catch my breath .

“We should really get going,” I say, hating to pop the bubble, but also not wanting to miss Bree’s wedding for some hot ass.

“Yeah,” Christian says and then leans toward me and pulls me in for a small kiss. And I let him because while this won’t last, can’t last, I still want to live in this little bubble for a while.

After another long make-out session, we move into the shower and stand under the warm water, shivering slightly as we wash and then get changed into our wedding attire. My eyes slide to him, and how handsome he looks in that dark blue suit, the color accentuating his eyes. I’m in all black, a color matching my attitude at the moment.

“You look real nice,” Christian says softly, his eyes roving over me.

“You do too,” I say and then reach over and straighten his tie. “But we should go. Don’t want to be late. Bree will have our asses.”

“Yeah,” he replies and then leans forward and pulls me in for another kiss.

And fuck, I shouldn’t, but I let him kiss me.

He kisses me for so long that I contemplate the ramifications if both of us were late to the wedding. Then decide that while it may be worth it, we can’t do that to our friend.

So I pry myself away and adjust my cock.

“We really need to go.”

“Yeah,” Christian says and then grabs the suitcases, carrying them out to the car. The snow has let up and I see the highway has been cleared, allowing people to hit the road and make their way to their destinations.

“Oh, we have reception. We have like twenty missed calls from Bree,” Christian says, looking slightly guilty. “Let me call her.”

While he does that, I get the car started and decide that in order to make it for the next four hours, we need to stop for coffee and breakfast. Eating ass didn’t quite fill me up.

I need sustenance.

“She’s just happy we’re okay. She was worried when we didn’t answer. ”

“And what did you tell her? That we were busy fucking each other?”

He sputters and blushes, so pretty.

“I didn’t say that. I didn’t know if you’d want me to tell her.”

I don’t answer because I don’t know if I want that either. I don’t know what I want.

No, I do. I want to end up back in that room, exploring more of Christian. His body, the way he moves, the sounds he makes. I want more. And yet I know I can’t have it. We’re too different. We’d never work in the long run and that’s what Christian is. He’s a long-term kind of guy.

But then, as I drive away from the coffee shop we stop at, Christian shyly reaches over and links his fingers with mine and I melt.

Well, fuck. Maybe I could give this a shot.

Damnit, I don’t know anything anymore.

We arrive just on time, despite being waylaid by several make-out sessions and one frantic hand job at the rest stop. We slip into the back of the chapel; me feeling like more of a sinner than most, just as the doors open and Bree walks through. She looks beautiful in her ivory wedding dress, a veil over her face, and an array of flowers in her hands. Bryan is waiting at the end of the aisle, tears streaming down his cheeks.

I turn to look at Christian and see that he’s sniffling too, pulling his handkerchief from his suit pocket and dabbing at his eyes.

He cried like that for me.

My cock hardens, and I shift, accidentally nudging Christian in the process. He startles and then his gaze softens, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. I want to lean forward and kiss him, to slide my tongue inside his mouth, but resist.

I need to keep my cool .

I’m better than this. I don’t simp over a guy. And certainly not over Christian.

When the vows are over and we all move into the dining hall for the reception, I lose Christian in the crowd of people mingling and laughing. I tell myself not to look for him, that it doesn’t matter where he is. It’s honestly better this way. Really, it is. Still, I can’t help but search. And when I find him, I see him chatting with a beautiful woman who is standing far too close to him, all buttoned up and prim. She looks like a good religious woman, pure and innocent.

So unlike me.

In every way.

I stare down at my tattooed hands and fiddle with my tongue ring. The same ring that made Christian scream my name earlier.

Whatever. It wasn’t going to work, anyway. It was just a fluke, a snowed-in coincidence. I need to not get my hopes up. Whenever I do, I always end up being let down. Christian is no different.

Now that we’re not stuck inside a small room together, he’s forgotten me, and I need to do the same. For my mental health.

Suddenly, Christian laughs at something the woman says and blushes like he did for me when I sucked his cock. Seeing him like this with someone else makes my stomach churn, so I walk to an empty table, plopping down and folding my arms across my chest. I’ll stay until Bree and Bryan take off and then I’m going to sulk in my hotel room. Maybe I’ll swing by the bar and grab myself a few drinks to take up there with me.

Get plastered and pass out.

Pretend yesterday and this morning never happened.

Today isn’t about me or Christian, anyway. It’s about my friend. So I force myself to smile and eventually get up and decide not to wait. I grab myself a drink, a heavy pour, and don’t waste any time gulping it down. When it’s finally time to eat, Christian makes his way over to my table with her , but I refuse to make eye contact. It’s enough that I have to listen to her dainty laugh and the sweet way she speaks .

And Christian is enamored with her. I can tell by the way he stares at her and the gentle way he speaks.

Sarah. She even has a nice name.

Fuck.

I need to get a grip. He sucked my dick and let me eat his ass, and right now, I’m so goddamn emotional over it, I feel like I’m breaking up with someone.

It’s ridiculous. I’ve never been this way before. Never even cared much for anyone.

But he’s somehow managed to get under my skin in less than twenty-four hours, and it pisses me off.

He leans over and tries to talk to me, to drag me into the conversation with Sarah, but I can’t be bothered with it. So I just give small platitudes and focus on drinking.

When the dancing starts and the cake is served, I find myself at the bar, watching as Christian moves around on the dancefloor like a dork. He has terrible, outdated moves and yet, I can’t look away. He’s so fucking hot, even now.

“Fuck this,” I murmur when Sarah moves into his arms during a slow dance. The two of them are standing at least a foot apart, but still. They look good together and not sexy at all. If that was me dancing with him, I’d be all up on him. I’d have my thigh between his legs and I’d be grinding our bodies together. For all to see.

He’d love it too.

He loves to be owned.

I glance away and finish my drink, slamming it unnecessarily hard on the bar top.

It’s best to not think of this.

It’s best to forget we ever happened.

By the time Bree and Bryan walk out to a slew of bubbles and catcalls I’m over the whole evening. As soon as they’re out the door I make my way up to my hotel room. I don’t want to stand downstairs and watch Christian or Sarah dance anymore. Don’t want to grow even more desperately angry. There’s no point in picking at an annoying wound. I need to get over him. Really fast.

Then we can go back to not talking and I’ll pretend that I never kissed those sweet lips, that he never had all his firsts with me. Well, not all, but most.

That irks me to no end.

I walk straight into my hotel bathroom, strip off my clothes, and shower, taking far too long to wash myself before brushing my teeth and glugging down a bottle of water right after. I’m slightly buzzed, nothing more, but perhaps I should order a few drinks to the room. Pass the night away in a nice haze.

But as soon as my hand hits the phone to order them, there’s a knock on the door.

I stare at it, grabbing a towel and throwing it around my waist. Who the hell is that?

When I swing the door open, I see Christian waiting there for me, looking a little shy, his teeth worrying his bottom lip.

I don’t say anything, just look at him intently. He’s still wearing his suit, his hair a little mussed, his cheeks still that pretty pink.

“Hi,” he says, blinking at me. “You left.”

“Yep,” I reply, feeling my chest twinge. Probably a heart attack. Too many fucking feelings for me to deal with.

“Um, I just wanted…I just wanted to…” His words trail off and I shift on my feet as his eyes trail down my mostly naked body. He wets those plump, red lips and my cock starts to harden.

“You should be downstairs with Sarah,” I bite out.

His eyes slam into mine and he cocks his head. “Why would I do that when I could be with you?”

Those words have my lips parting in surprise.

“But Sarah…”

“She’s an old friend. Nothing more.”

My heart thumps wildly in my chest, and I should push him away, should shut the door in his face, but instead, my fingers curl into his suit jacket, and I pull him roughly into my room, the door clicking shut behind him. Our lips slam into each other, my towel falling from my hips as our teeth and bodies grind together. It’s frantic, the two of us falling onto the bed, my hands shoving his jacket off and ripping his shirt open.

“Oh gosh,” he groans when I run my hands along his chest. “I missed this.”

“Same,” I admit and then kiss him again, shutting him up. I want to ride his dick, want to slide my dick into his hole and let him see heaven.

I’d make it so good for him.

We roll over so I’m on top, my legs straddling his, and I start kissing my way down his chest.

“I want you.”

“You can have me.”

I moan and tug his pants and underwear off, leaving him only in his socks. So fucking hot. How he can manage this is ridiculous.

I grab onto his dick and twist it in my palm. He gasps, arching up, his eyelids drooping in lust.

“Look at your pretty dick. Has it had enough of me yet?”

“No. It wants more. I want more.”

“Can I ride you?” I ask, and he swallows roughly.

“If you want.”

“Yeah, I want. I want this fucking dick in my ass.”

He blushes even deeper and I hop off the bed, grabbing the lube from my bag before straddling him once more. I dribble some of it onto my fingers and work myself open, and at the same time, grab our cocks and shuttle my fist up and down both our hard lengths. We look so good together, pressed up against each other like this.

So different and yet so perfect.

“I’m negative. Can we fuck bare?” I rasp out.

“Oh. Yes. Yes, please.”

“So fucking polite,” I reply as I slide up his body a little more, slotting his wet cock at my hole and sinking down onto it.

His eyes roll into the back of his head as I fall onto him, the delicious sting of his thick cock opening me up making my own dick leak in response.

“Yes, so good,” I murmur as I continue to work myself onto him.

His eyes are opening and closing, his hands grabbing onto my hips roughly. I know I’ll have bruises there tomorrow. But I want them. I want to remember this.

“Feel good?” I ask, and he nods.

“So good, Wren.”

I grin at him as I sink all the way down, my ass meeting his hips.

“So damn good.”

“Mhm,” he manages to moan, and I lean forward, kissing him softly.

“I’m gonna ride you now.”

“I won’t last,” he says, and I press a thumb to his bottom lip and meet his stare.

“We can do this as many times as you want.”

His eyelashes flutter and when I start to move, he keeps his gaze on me. I ride him slowly at first, his thickness and length almost painful, but as soon as I get going, pleasure seeps through me until I’m slapping down onto him, arching my back, and shuttling my fist over my cock in tandem.

And just like he said, he doesn’t last. He comes on a strangled yell of my name a minute later, his fingernails digging into my skin as he releases into me. The sight of him coming and the feel of his dick inside of me sets me off, and I come with a shout.

When we both catch our breath, I sag into his embrace, our bodies still connected in the best fucking way.

“I’m sorry,” he says and I bite down on his jaw, making him hiss.

“Don’t apologize. I liked it a whole fucking lot.”

I slide off his body and fall onto my back. Christian leans his head up slightly and looks down at his cock, still slick from lube, and then sits up. He shuffles down until he’s at my knees and he spreads my legs gently.

“Can I see? ”

I let my legs fall open, exposing myself to him. He gently moves my balls into his palm and then presses his finger against my puckered hole, staring as his cum leaks out of me.

“I can’t believe my penis fit in there.”

“Your big cock sure did,” I clarify, and he grins at me.

“I want to do that again.”

“We can,” I say, already feeling myself trying to get hard.

“Good. I just…I don’t want anyone else but you.” I stare up at him and he looks away shyly. “If we do this…can we keep it just between us?”

That makes something inside of me shrivel up, but then he shakes his head and clarifies. “Not like I’m ashamed. I’m not. I’ll tell anyone you’re with me. You’re so hot. I’d love to show you off.”

That makes me puff up, and he continues, “I mean, can we keep this monogamous? I don’t want to share you.”

I meet his stare and something breaks within me. How fucking romantic is this guy? I can’t stand it. My heart thumps in my chest, and I rub at it.

“Yeah. Okay.”

The worried turn of his lips moves into a smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, we can see how it goes. Never been monogamous before, but I think I can manage.”

He leans into me, his lips hitting mine. “It’s going to be real good, Wren. You’ll see.”