Flint

FUCK. THE THOUGHT OF her taking me back to her home has my cock calling the shots. I’m a gentleman until it’s time not to be, but this girl has turned my world upside down. It’s going to be a hell of a fight to stop myself from knotting my fingers in her hair and taking her to the nearest wall.

She makes small talk on the short drive to her place, and I barely form a handful of words. Listening to her is like music. And I knew from the moment I saw her months ago that she would be mine.

But now, the thoughts are consuming me. The instant attraction I felt that day she fell from the ladder has only multiplied. And yeah, sure, I know if she knew the level of my obsession, it would probably scare the shit out of her. The cameras, the trackers, the number of times I’ve jerked off to a glimpse of her on my computer monitor... I get that it all screams stalker, but fuck it, I just don’t care. I need this girl more than I need my own heartbeat right now.

My Wren. My Chirp.

That’s the name I have in my head now. It’s the name I’ve had these past six months. I don’t know where it came from, but it suits her, and it feels right.

I follow her through her front door, with the dog following behind me like I’m the fucking pied piper. I’m watching her plump ass twitch and move inside her jeans as she steps into the kitchen and drops her purse on a small, round table. Inside, things are neat but sparse, and it makes me a little sad to think of her sitting here alone all these months.

“So, sit.” She points to the worn beige sofa. It looks older than she is, and as I scan the bit of furniture around, I see most of it looks the same. The cut on my leg is throbbing as much as my cock, but I don’t identify the sensation as pain. Something inside me is overriding anything negative that could darken this moment.

“No TV,” I note out loud, thinking I was one of the only few left in the world who refused to have the idiot box in their house.

“Nope,” she answers over her shoulder as she moves away. “My parents never had one, and the little bit of time I’ve ever watched was wasted in my opinion. So, nope, no TV for me. Sorry.” She cocks an eyebrow my way.

“Don’t be sorry.”

I lower myself onto the sofa as she disappears down the hall, Hercules running right along behind her. I assume he’s following her, but I’m wrong. A moment later, he’s right back, dropping a chewed sock at my feet. I nod, snap my fingers, and tip my head to the side, and he goes over to a purple and green polka dot dog bed and settles down.

A few moments later, Wren’s there with a bottle of peroxide, some bandages, and a white cloth. The thought of her touching me has any words I could think of stuck in my throat.

When she lowers herself to kneel between my open legs, I nearly come in my jeans. My hard-on is pressing out on the fabric, and I don’t do anything to hide my desire. I hope like hell it doesn’t scare her away. I want her to know she’s the only woman who’s raised my dick in longer than I can remember.

“Okay, so—” She looks up at me with the cutest grin. “I’m going to need to cut open the pants a little more to get to the wound, I think.”

Our eyes connect, and my heart pounds. I think of offering just to take them off but decide otherwise. More than anything, I want to see her lean forward, mouth open wide and ready as I take the demanding monster out of my pants and feed it between her sweet lips. I don’t want to sit here while she cleans me up; I want to be petting her head and telling her what a good girl she is. My good girl.

I reach down, grip where the fabric of my jeans is ripped and still damp with blood, and pull. The opening tears open, exposing the two-inch gash just above my left knee. I’ve hurt myself enough times and know the cut is superficial, but letting her tend to me and touch me overrides the alternative of telling her not to bother.

“Oh, man. That’s gotta hurt.”

She turns the peroxide bottle upside down on the cloth and begins to dab it on the wound. I wince, but it’s not from the pain. It’s from her touch. The worry I see in her expression as she tends to me sparks my possessive obsession. This girl could not be more perfect in my eyes. And the fact that she fucking cares about me. About taking care of me.

Fuck, if she only knew how my own thoughts of taking care of her for the rest of our lives have overwhelmed my every waking moment for so long, then she’d know what she means to me.

“It’s fine. Doesn’t hurt.” It’s the truth. I know that sounds stupid, but every place she touches is filled with the most pleasure I’ve felt in years. It’s like I’ve been dead so long, I don’t even remember what pleasure feels like. “Doesn’t need a bandage.”

I watch her every second as she finishes cleaning the scratch. She’s so perfect. Her shimmering gray eyes flit to mine every now and then, and the pink rises on her cheeks. I know there are thoughts behind those eyes that she’s trying to hide from me. Maybe another girl would hide it better, but she’s so natural, it’s written all over her face. She’s not wearing makeup either, and I’m glad because nothing could ever improve on the perfection of her beauty. Her red blouse strains the button that holds tight between her full tits, and my mouth waters just thinking of tasting every inch of her.

“So.” She twists her lips as she sets the first aid supplies on the table next to the sofa and then turns back, sits back on her heels, and folds her hands in her lap. She’s still positioned perfectly between my open knees, and I can’t help the thoughts running through my head. “Are you some sort of professional white knight, then? Because you seem to be swooping into my world whenever there’s danger. What’s that all about?”

I swallow, my mind flinging about as I decide in that instant to be honest.

“I’m around more than you know, Wren.”

Probably more than would make you comfortable.

Her eyes twinkle, and she gives me a knowing grin. “I’ve seen you around my house, haven’t I?”

I nod, a low grunt catching in the base of my throat.

“I’ve been known to pass by now and then.”

I feel like a coiled viper, ready to strike. Being this close to her is pushing my limits. Everything in me wants to snatch her by the hair, drag her down the hall, and sink my tongue into the world’s sweetest pussy.

As we pause in the heavy silence, her eyes betray her. They dart down to where the bulge against my jeans is clear, then back up to my eyes which are waiting and pinned on hers.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” I lean forward, my hands rubbing the tops of my thighs, then I rest my forearms across the tense muscles there and draw a deep breath through my nose. Her scent sparks that primal part of me that forgets the civilized world. “This thing between us... It’s not just me.”

It’s a statement, not a question. She takes a quick full inward breath, her chest rising like a proud goddess, and her eyes fall again. Her teeth bite into her bottom lip, and the mixture of innocent and seductress is more intoxicating than any drug.

She brings her hands upward to push her loose hair behind her ears, and I note the slight tremble in her fingers. The late-morning sun coming in from the window behind her creates a halo of light through her dark chocolate-colored hair. Sunlight caresses that hair, picking out caramel highlights that melt my resolve.

As she nods, my last statement still hanging in the air, cum squeezes out of the engorged head of my cock. Her eyes alight to mine, and I see nervous apprehension within them, but there’s no more holding back. Not for me. I’ve craved and watched her for months. All the visions of her on my monitors, stolen glimpses in town, and all the other ways I’ve stalked my beauty fill my mind and pale in comparison to the vision of paradise that sits here in front of me now.

She parts her lips to suck in a breath, and I’m on her. Lips on lips. Opening. My tongue swooping in to take the first moment of her flavor, letting it wash over me like the feeling of finally coming home after being lost and cold for so long.

I groan into her mouth as my hands move to grip the sides of her head. My fingers burrow into her silky hair, and the long-dormant animal inside of me fully awakens. Fear rides the edges of my desire, unsure if I will be able to stop once we start.

And we have started.

As she breathes into our kiss, her gasps are topped with the softest of helpless squeaks. The most beautiful sounds I’ve heard outside of the lilt of her voice.

I pull her upward and into my chest as I lean in, guiding her by the hair to lean against me. The softness of her body feels so perfect against my chest.

The next kiss is hard, forceful, letting her know there is more than just a kiss happening here. She is being claimed, and my hands in her hair tighten their grip, barely able to keep from throwing her on the floor.

I know in that instant, I’ll never let her go. Never. Not until the end of my days and beyond. If anyone ever tries to harm her, I’ll end them. If she’s sad, I’ll make it my mission to make her smile. I’ll make sure she’s not only happy, but fucking joyful. I’ll live to hear the sounds of her pleasure, because she deserves only pleasure from this day forward. I will make her needs my needs, and I’ll live my life every single day to put her on the pedestal she deserves.

Our mouths wind together, working and tasting until we are both out of breath and heaving.

“God,” she murmurs as I pull us a few inches apart. My hands still control her movements, gripping her hair as they are.

A low rumble crests inside me, breaking over my chest. I swallow hard as I try in vain to tame the beast. But now that she’s set it loose, I’m not sure anyone will be able to put it back in its cage.

“Do you want to know what you do to me? What you’ve done to me from that first time I saw you?”

Her eyes flicker with the same desire I’m sure she sees in mine, and her lips part on a quick nod of her head.

“Put your hand on me, Wren,” I order as I pull her hair by the roots, arching her neck and exposing the soft flesh to my mouth. “Do it. Now,” I command as my teeth find their place just below her jaw, and I bite softly there, tasting her femininity. I feel her body soften as her hand moves up my thigh, sending fire blasting through my veins.

The pulse in her throat quickens beneath my lips as her hand finds my thick length. The pressure of her fingers against my erection makes it rage to break free, to find her. I growl through bared teeth as I hear a soft moan release from her lips, a moan that only feeds the fire. She whimpers as my teeth rake down her neck, indenting the skin on their way to the softness at the base where I nip and lick while her open palm begins to glide up and down my painful hard-on.

“You want that, don’t you?” I breathe into her ear, feeling her slight acknowledgment with a nod and a stuttered breath. “You don’t want it nearly as much as I want you.” I bite, harder this time, needing to see the evidence of my mark on her. I draw back on her yelp to admire the pink of my teeth marks on her ivory skin.

Something about her has me on the brink of something dangerous. And yet it’s more intimate than I could have thought possible. The lust between us is palpable, and as much as I want to take my time, I’m not sure I’ll be able.

Her breathing comes faster, and the years of my pent-up need bubble up to break on the surface.

“Wren.” Her name comes out deep and harsh, more desperate than I intended. “Answer me.”

I bring her face down to mine, put us nose-to-nose, stare deep into her eyes, urging the words from her lips. Her breath smells like bubblegum and honey. Warm and like a summertime dream as I breathe her in, wanting to make her part of me even in this small way.

“I want it.” The words slide from between her lips like warm syrup, and my heart leaps into my throat with the glorious knowledge that my life will never be the same again.

“I want you.” A low growl escapes my lips, and her jaw drops open as she tries to back away. A shiver shakes her whole body, and the bleat from her lips lets me know how hard she’s fighting to hold back her nature, her body’s attempts to prepare for me. “I wanted to take you out, Wren. On a proper date first. I wanted to do this right, but fuck, I can’t wait. I feel like I’ve been starving, and you are my feast. Fuck, it’s the truth. But if this is too fast, I’ll give you this one out...we can stop now. It may kill me, that’s not a lie, but I want you in the right way. I’ll take you out, dinner, dancing. I’ll court you like an old-fashioned gentleman. Whatever you want or need.”

“I need you to kiss me,” she hisses, her own need as powerful now as mine. “Then, after that, surprise me.” A sly smile spreads over her lips, lighting up her eyes.

Relief flows through me. I narrow my eyes, and a growl rumbles over my lips as I take hers firmly, forcing my tongue inside, listening to her yelp then moan. When I lift her feet from the floor and hold her against me as the possessive beast takes over, I know I couldn’t stop now if I tried.