I reclined against the back of the couch and twisted my fingers inside her pussy. She groaned and closed her eyes. Slowly, her hips rose, then fell. Wren began to ride my fingers, hitting me with the slow seduction of a top-shelf cocktail. It wasn’t hard and fast like a shot. She was steadily creeping into my system. Before long, she would have control of my faculties. I wanted to watch her hit her peak before I gave her that power.
“There you go, Little Bird,” I said, encouraging her as her fingers twitched, then flexed as she squeezed those beautiful boobs. “Give me a little show.”
Her center clamped around my fingers as pleasure bubbled up inside of her. I watched with rapt fascination as she rolled her thumbs over her nipples. I stroked her clit with my free hand, keeping a steady rhythm with the rise and fall of her around my fingers.
“T-Tatum—”
“Ready when you are,” I whispered. “Come for me.”
In seconds, she was shattering. Wren braced her hands on my shoulders for balance. Cupping one hand around her pussy, I drew her left breast into my mouth, teasing her nipple with my teeth.
“Holy shit,” she whispered as her forehead dropped onto my shoulder, chest heaving. “Holy fucking shit.”
“We’re not done,” I snapped as I rose just enough to grab my wallet out of my back pocket. I grabbed a condom and tossed my wallet aside. “Put it on me.”
Her eyes widened. “You—You want me to…”
“To put that condom on my cock,” I said slowly, spelling it out for her. “I want to see your little hands wrapped around me.”
She was timid, but turned on. Her sorry excuse for panties had been drenched before I even slid a finger into her pussy. Sure, a hookup wasn’t exactly on the agenda for tonight, but Wren had been just as willing as I was to get it on. And that sweet little body of hers? If the prick she’d broken up with didn’t fuck her within an inch of both of their sanity, he was doing it wrong.
I unzipped my jeans, and my cock sprang free. Her eyes turned to saucers when she saw my package.
“Oh my God.”
“Condom, Wren,” I reminded her firmly as I reached out and toyed with her breasts. The head of my cock was already leaking, and I was ready to fucking go.
With hands trembling from excitement and nerves, she tore the foil packet and tossed it aside. I glanced down between us and watched as she rolled the latex down my shaft.
Rule number one of being a professional athlete: Always use your own condoms and check the expiration dates regularly. There were far too many women out there who were all too happy to be tied to a multimillion-dollar income for eighteen years.
Wren’s doe eyes gutted me as she looked back up, as if waiting for my approval.
“Good girl.” I slid a finger inside of her dripping pussy and crooked it, urging her to line up with my dick. “Take it however slowly you need to, okay?”
Her eyes were closed as I notched the tip inside her, but she nodded. I lifted my hips as she came down. Her warmth enveloped me as she sank halfway onto my dick. Her jaw dropped, and she sucked in a breath.
“You okay?” I asked.
“You’re…”
A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. “Say it.”
I was a big guy. It was reasonable that my junk was, too.
She tried to drop lower but couldn’t. “You’re too big,” she whimpered.
“Hey,” I soothed, enveloping her breasts in my hands. “Relax. Okay? Don’t be nervous. You can take me. You just gotta let your body relax.” I peppered her chest with kisses as I gently massaged her clit. “Relax, Little Bird. You’re ready for me.”
The tension seemed to melt from her bones with each touch of my lips against her skin. I skated my hands down to her hips and guided them to rock from side to side. She picked up on the motion, rolling her hips as she slid further and further down my cock.
Once fully sheathed, I was ready to explode. A few pumps, and I’d be a goner. I didn’t want it to be over. Something about Wren Porter had me drawn to her like a magnet. “See? There you go,” I said, taking her nipple into my mouth. I nibbled on it before lavishing the other with equal attention. I gave her a testing thrust of my hips and had to stifle the need to come. “How’s that feel?”
“So… So good,” she said with a heavy breath. A smile drew up her pink lips. “So-fucking-good.”
Her pussy was strangling my dick. She was so tight. So warm. And it had been so long since I’d had sex. This was long overdue—probably for both of us. A little stress relief and nothing more.
“Ready?” I asked.