Page 30 of Tall, Dark, & Ginger

“Riiid,” Wren moans, twitching as he relaxes, allowing his cock to slide farther down my throat.

I swallow around him, my own dick throbbing with need. I reach between us and slide my hand into my sweats, wrapping it around my erection and giving it a few tugs as I lose myself in Wren.

Images of me fucking Wren, or asking him to fuck me, flood my mind. My hole clenches in response to the fantasy of his thick cock stretching me open, plundering me from the inside, finding his confidence with each thrust.

“Fuck,” I mumble as my precum coats the head of my cock.

Wren shifts from an awkward half plank so that his knees are planted on either side of my head, and as I get a flash of his expression, I think he just found the spark of abandon I was hoping for. He twists my hair around his fingers and pumps his hips, aggressively fucking my mouth.

I can’t see his face anymore, which is a bummer, but it’s an okay trade for what’s happening right now.

“Rid,” he mumbles. “Oh fuck, Rid.”

“Yesss.” I encourage him, speaking with a mouth full of his dick. My jaw is getting sore, which is fucking awesome. “Want your cum,” I manage, fisting my cock in time with his hip thrusts.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Fuuuck.”

Wren tenses as the first rope of cum lands on my tongue, signaling to my body that we can follow his lead. I moan as my mouth fills with his cum and my hand is coated with mine. With my free hand, I stroke his ass and fuck my fist until I’m shivering with sensitivity.

Wren has his head thrown back, riding the wave of his orgasm until he’s finally empty. He slumps next to me, half sitting up, one leg draped across my chest as we both catch our breath.

Before I can do anything else, voices come from the stairwell and we both scramble to get presentable. Within seconds, I’m sitting up with a pillow on my lap to hide my damp sweats and Wren is clear across the couch from me, dragging a hand through his unruly curls.

Jerryn and Bane peek in through the entry. “Hey, guys,” Bane says. “Whatcha doing?”

I shrug. “Watching a movie.”

“What is it?” Jerryn asks.

Ugh, no, guys. Not right now.

“We were still deciding,” Wren says, sounding only slightly rattled, all things considered. “What are you guys doing up?”

“We got the latestZ Universegame,” Bane says. “We were gonna wait until tomorrow to play but we’re kind of excited.”

“Oh, you wanna use the TV?” I ask, glancing nervously at Wren.

“Nah,” Bane says. “We just came down to get some snacks and head back to mine to read over the strategy guide. They made some major changes to game play.” He leans against the entry casing, arms crossed as his eyes shift between me and Wren. “Unless you guys want company?”

I try to keep my face neutral. “I’ll probably go up soon. I’m actually feeling tired.”

“Yeah.” Wren stretches his arms out.

Bane grins at me, making it clear he at least suspects something, but Jerryn—sweet summer child Jerryn—just smiles, completely clueless.

“Come on, Jerr,” Bane says, grabbing Jerryn’s arm. “I hope we still have those jalapeño chips.”

“Ooh, me too.” Jerryn’s voice trails off as they head down the hall.

Once they’re gone, Wren exhales like he was holding his breath, then surprisingly, he bursts into laughter, unleashing my own. We shush each other, cracking up so hard my cheeks hurt, until Wren focuses on my face and his laughter fades into a soft smile.

“That was fun.”

“Definitely.”

“Did you…” He glances out to the hall. “Finish?”

I nod. “Sure did. I’d like to get out of these sticky sweats now.”

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