Page 46 of Rumor Has It

“Fuck,” Rebecca said, her voice genuinely pained as she repositioned herself to get a better view.

The gentle touch of her fingers caused Wren to hiss. It still hurt like a bitch, even with the extra-strength ibuprofen and antiseptic ointment her trainers had given her to put on it. Wren was still a little pissed off about it, though that rage had faded into a different kind of burn over thirty minutes ago when their lips had first crashed together in Rebecca’s entryway.

“Wren, I’m so sorry,” Rebecca said, her voice soft and suddenly nervous in a way she hadn’t sounded all night. She looked up, her face full of devastation.

Wren propped herself up on her elbows and lifted a hand to cup Rebecca’s cheek. “I know,” Wren said, softly.

“Let me make it up to you?” Rebecca asked.

Wren nodded, agreeing as quickly as she possibly could.

Rebecca’s face was already nearly level with Wren’s hip, so instead of saying anything else, she just repositioned her mouth over Wren’s center. She kissed up the inside of Wren’s thigh and then moved over to kiss down the inside of her other.

Wren’s jaw dropped with a moan. She let herself fall back on the mattress in too much pleasure to bother with trying to hold herself up.

“This is okay, yeah?” Rebecca asked, just before nipping gently at Wren’s hip.

Wren groaned at the pinch of Rebecca’s teeth. “Fuck yes,” she said, her voice rough and ragged. “You want this too, right?” She asked, hoping to hear just how much Rebecca wanted this.

Rebecca grinned up at her, her confidence fully restored as she licked up Wren’s core. She pushed Wren’s legs farther apart as she lowered herself down in between. “Yes, Wren,” she said, biting her bottom lip. “I absolutely want this.”

Then, in the sexiest move Wren had ever seen, Rebecca grabbed Wren’s wrist, stole a hair tie from it, and quickly tied her long blonde hair up in a bun.

Embarrassingly, that was enough to make Wren whimper. The sound died in her throat though, immediately replaced by a near scream as Rebecca’s tongue dipped into her. Holy fuck, she was good at that. They had gotten pretty good at this together before, but Rebecca had clearly learned some things since then. Wren was pretty ready and willing to send out thank you cards. Her fingers tangled into Rebecca’s bun, absolutely ruining it. She was far more concerned about making sure Rebecca’s face never left her pussy. Her free hand dug into Rebecca’s sheets, ripping one of the corners free.

Sex had never felt so good. Nothing, not a single thing, in Wren’s life had ever felt this good. Rebecca Rothschild’s tongue should be studied. Wren was pretty sure she’d thought something similar all those years ago, but she was absolutely certain now. She was considering moaning that sentiment when Rebecca sucked on her clit. Wren thought for half a second that she might genuinely pass out before her body registered that she was having the most intense orgasm of her life.

“What the fuck?” She whispered as she fully collapsed back onto Rebecca’s dislodged sheets.

Wren’s eyes blinked open. She watched as Rebecca kissed up her body, humming happily every time Wren’s body twitched from overstimulation and pleasure. Before Rebecca could suck one of Wren’s nipples into her perfect mouth, Wren tugged her upwards, pulling her into a sinfully messy kiss.

The taste of Wren coated Rebecca’s lips and tongue. Wren couldn’t get enough. She rolled them over, settling down on top of Rebecca. She tangled their legs together, careful to keep her turf burn clear, but still trying to hold Rebecca tighter, closer somehow. The feeling of Rebecca’s desire, pooled against Wren’s thigh. She could feel her own spilt pleasure coating Rebecca’s. Wren ground into the feeling. Rebecca gasped into her mouth, her own hips rising to meet Wren’s.

“Fuck, this feels good,” Rebecca moaned, rocking back down Wren’s thigh only to grind back up it. She sucked on Wren’s neck, harder with each thrust.

Wren stopped caring if her movements were coordinated. All she knew was that she needed more. She slipped her hand down in between her legs and spread herself open, making it easier for her clit to find purchase against Rebecca’s thigh. Her words became complete and utter blissed out nonsense.

“Can you finish like this?” Rebecca asked, her voice unrecognizable.

Wren nodded. “Yes,” she whined, punctuating her affirmation by pulling Rebecca impossibly closer.

Their orgasms built together: rough but steady, slow and desperate. “Fuck, Rebecca, I’m gonna come again,” Wren moaned.

“Me too, don’t stop.” Rebecca was down right panting. They had stopped trying to kiss each other. It was too much to keep up with and breathing had become an actual challenge. “Don’t stop,” she chanted, repeating the sentiment over and over.

Wren felt the first wave of her orgasm crash through her, rattling her whole body. Her finishing must have pushed Rebecca over the edge, because she undoubtedly came just seconds later. Her nail dragged down Wren’s back in a way that just made Wren’s orgasm crash through her even harder.

“Holy shit,” Wren whispered, all but collapsing on top of Rebecca. “Are you okay?” She asked, her voice frayed.

Rebecca nodded, but wrapped her arms around Wren in a vice like grip, holding her close. Her face was buried in Wren’s neck as they both struggled to get their breathing under control.

A small giggle ripped through Wren’s chest. “We’re National Women’s Soccer Team players and we’re completely out of breath right now.” She shook her head. “Embarrassing.”

“Don’t tell Coach T. She’ll make it part of our training routine,” Rebecca said, rolling her eyes.

Wren laughed at that as she rolled onto her side, though she stayed facing Rebecca. She reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair back behind Rebecca’s ear, letting her fingertips run down the length of her neck and over her shoulder. It was like she couldn’t touch enough. Despite how spent she felt she didn’t want to stop. “I mean, she’s come up with worse punishments. Her benching you was the worst.” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Rebecca’s shoulder.

Rebecca rolled onto her side to face Wren. “Agreed.” She sighed. “Rooming with you hasn’t been awful.” The corners of her lips pulled up into a mischievous smile. “At least you smell good.”