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“Fuck.” The word was harsh, almost guttural, but she didn’t care. He liked to torment her. She could do the same. And he didn’t like it, but he moved his hands.
As a reward, she covered him with her mouth and slowly drew him in. When she raised her head, she swirled her tongue over the tip before taking him in again. Again and again she worked him with her mouth, until she felt the weight of his hand on her head.
Wren stopped instantly, lifting her face to give him a stern look. He made a deep, frustrated sound, but took his hand away.
She rewarded him by running her tongue up the length of his erection and circling the tip before taking him deep against her throat in one thrust. He groaned and she curled her hand around him so her fingers followed her mouth, up and down his shaft.
She purposely let her hair fall, shielding her face from his view. It would be torturous for him, she knew. He liked to watch her mouth on his dick. His hand lifted and he clenched and unclenched his fingers, but he didn’t touch her.
“Jesus, Wren. Please.”
She smiled around his cock before lifting her head to look into his pleading eyes. “Please what?”
“Let me touch you. Your hair...” He cleared his throat. “I want to touch your hair.”
Wren knew exactly what he wanted to do with her hair. “Yes, you can touch my hair.”
The second her lips touched the tip of his erection again, he plunged his hands into her hair. He gathered it as if he was making a ponytail and then turned his wrist so it wrapped around his right hand. Gripping it hard, but not enough to make her wince, he slowed her as she took his length into her mouth.
Then he tugged again, pulling her head slowly back up. Over and over, her hair wound around his hand, he guided her mouth over him. And each time she took him in, he pushed just that little bit to give himself that rush of control. He knew her limits, and all she had to do was slap his leg and he’d release her.
When he wrapped his left hand around his dick and gave it a long, slow stroke—using her hair to hold her mouth at the top—she knew he was close. She squeezed her thighs together, trying not to feel that rush of heat because this was about him, but it wasn’t easy. Very few things turned her on like the sight of Grant stroking himself. He was so much rougher with it than she could bring herself to be.
He groaned as his dick slid through the tight grip of his hand, and he forced her head down. Her lips bumped the curl of his finger and thumb, and they moved in unison—her mouth and his hand—faster and harder until his hips jerked and he came in hot spurts against her throat.
She swallowed, feeling in his grip the effort it took not to push her head down and thrust harder until the orgasm passed.
Finally, he opened his hand and her hair slid free of his grasp, falling like a cloud around her face. Panting, he pulled her upright, yanking the throw blanket over his lap at the same time.
He kissed her hair, and then kissed it again, his hand running up and down her back. Wren curled against his side, a satisfied smile on her face. She loved being able to rock him so completely with just her mouth.
“That was...holy shit.”
She chuckled. “I feel like holy shit is basically your sexual gold standard.”
“You’re not wrong. I would try to come up with something more elegant, but my brain’s a little fuzzy right now.”
“Good. Close your eyes and rest for a bit.”
“Nope.” He shook his head, but she could already feel the muscles in his body relaxing. “Give me a few minutes and then I’m going to take you to bed and pay you back for that.”
“Take a nap,” she said. “You’ll want to be well-rested.”
Chapter Eighteen
About forty minutes after Wren left for work the next morning, Grant couldn’t take the thought of being cooped up in the apartment all day. He had some cleaning to do, since he’d been gone over the weekend and hadn’t exactly been doing a great job of keeping up even before that. He’d had more important things on his mind than the expiration dates on things in the fridge.
After considering his options for the day, he picked up his phone and shot a text to Gavin.
Cait working today?
It was a few minutes before he got a response.
Yeah. What’s up?
Bored. Wanna hit the gym?
If you want to work out instead of eating, something must be on your mind. Meet you there in an hour?
