Page 36 of Joyride
“There’s so many.” Her hand comes up to my chest, but she pauses an inch away like she’s afraid to touch me. “Why is this spot empty?”
I look to the spot she’s talking about. My left pec, over my heart. “I’ve been saving it for something or someone extra special.”
The wheels are turning in her head as she gazes over my tattoos. With a finger, I tip her chin up so her eyes are on mine and lean down to kiss her. Her soft hands slide down my abs to my sweats. I grab her hands as I pull away enough to catch her eyes. Her bottom lip sticks out in a faux pout. I lean down, giving it a gentle bite, earning another moan from her.
“Your turn,” I whisper. My hands go to the hem of her shirt, fingertips lightly touching her stomach. Slowly, I lift it over her head and toss it to the floor. She reaches behind her back, unclips her bra and slides it off, adding it to the growing pile on the floor. My dick strains against my sweats at the sight of her gorgeous tits. She lays back on the bed as if she’s offering herself to me. Kneeling on the bed, I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh up to her pussy. I rub her clit over her leggings and she lets out a light gasp, her eyes fluttering.
“You can still change your mind,” I tell her.
She shakes her head. “Not going to happen.”
I grab the waistband of her leggings and panties, pulling them off together. Then I kiss the same trail along her thigh, my beard tickling her and making her leg twitch. I waste no time, eager to taste her. I press my tongue against her clit, making her moan. Slowly, I slide a finger in her pussy.
“Fuck, you’re already soaking wet.” I suck her arousal off my finger. “And you taste so sweet.”
There’s a fire burning in her eyes. I lick from her pussy up to her clit. Sucking on her clit, her hand comes to my hair and her hips buck up. I move to the inside of her thigh, sucking hard to leave a hickey.
“Oh my god,” she cries out.
“Not God, just Logan.” I smirk.
“Logan,” she repeats. The corner of her mouth lifts into a cute half-smile. Fuck, if I don’t love the way my name sounds coming from her lips.
I sit back on my feet. “Are you ready?”
She nods her head. I stand from the bed, grabbing my wallet out of my pocket and taking out a condom. I pocket my wallet and slide my sweats and boxer briefs off. Wren is leaning on her elbows again, her eyes wide and hungry. Grinning, I slide the condom on my dick. I climb up the bed and over Wren, making her lay back down. Hovering over her, I lean down and kiss her nose. She lets out a heavy sigh.
“Just breathe, Little Bird.”
She nods her head. Grabbing my cock, I line it up with her entrance, rubbing it against her wet cunt. Slowly, I slide into her. She inhales a sharp breath. I take her nipple between my finger and thumb, rolling it between them as I slide further into her. Her head tips back as a moan escapes her mouth. Once I’m to the hilt, I pause, letting her adjust to my size.
“How are you doing?” I caress her cheek.
“I’m okay. It stings a bit, but it’s bearable.”
I cover her lips with mine, sliding my tongue across her bottom lip, requesting entrance. She complies, and I deepen the kiss. Her hips buck, so I start moving mine slowly. I break the kiss, pulling back enough to watch her face.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
She does as I say. “Ohh,” she moans as my cock hits deeper.
I kiss along her jaw and down her neck as I pump my dick in and out of her, watching her eyes roll back into her head. I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb. Her walls clench around my cock, and I know her release is building. To add to it, I wrap my lips around her nipple, caressing it with my tongue. I give it a light bite before releasing it.
“Come for me, babe,” I whisper in her ear.
Body trembling with her release, she calls out my name. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I follow with my own release. Her legs drop to the bed, and I gradually pull out. I walk to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Grabbing a washcloth, I wet it with warm water and walk back to Wren to gently clean her up.
“How ‘bout we order some food?”
“Mmm, food. Yes,” she mumbles. Her eyes are closed, and she’s wearing the most beautiful smile.
I chuckle, pulling my sweats on. She slowly sits up, disappointment painted on her face.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re already dressed.” She sticks her bottom lip out.
Laughing, I sit on the edge of the bed, next to her. “Put that lip away or I’m gonna bite it.”
