Page 197 of Lose You Twice

“Holy shit,” she breathes. “You and your fucking mouth.”

I smirk up at her. “You’re not the only one that knows how to use it.”

“And here I was thinking I was the one that was going to have all the fun tonight.” She laughs.

“I’d consider that fun,” I tell her, gently setting her foot back on the floor before standing in front of her.

My dick is straining so hard against my pants that it’s almost uncomfortable. I unbuckle my belt, undoing the button of my pants before pulling down the zipper.

She smirks at me. “Remember that little joke you made about needing to make sure you had the right chemistry with your teammates?”

Oh shit.

I swallow hard. “Yeah.”

Her smirk grows, and she steps around me to her bag sitting on my desk chair. She opens it, moving a few things around before pulling out her pink vibrator before turning to look back at me. “For the sake of sports and all that.”

No fucking way.

She never ceases to catch me by surprise, but I can make this work. Unbuttoning my shirt, I nod toward my bed. “Lay down.”

Wren listens instantly, propping her head against my pillows.

Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I undo the final button before shrugging off my shirt and tossing it to the floor. “I want you to use it on yourself. Can you do that for me? I want you to show me how you made yourself come when I wasn’t around to do it.”

A gorgeous flush colors her cheeks, but she nods her head, hitting a button on the toy before bringing it to her pussy. She gently pushes the tip inside of her, before bringing it back up toward her clit, moving it in small circles.

There’s something about the way she listens, with zero hesitation, that hits me right in the ribs. She trusts me fully. She knows she can be open, vulnerable, even in this way, and I’d never hurt her.

I kick off my shoes and yank off my socks before shoving down my pants and boxers, kicking them to the side.

“You going to make yourself come again for me, Freckles?” Fisting my cock, I stroke myself as I watch, completely entranced by her.

Wren nods, biting her lip as her eyes leave mine, moving down to where my hand is wrapped around my cock.

“Did you picture this? When you pleasured yourself?”

“Yes,” she chokes out, her hips starting to move, chasing the friction she needs.

I pick up my pace, stroking myself faster. “You touched yourself to memories of me? Of us?”

She moans, nodding.

My knees meet the bed, and I crawl up until I’m hovering over her. I drop my lips to her neck, sucking gently. Her breath catches, her body trembling. “Come for me, Freckles. Show me how you made yourself feel good.”

I move down, flicking her nipple with my tongue before pulling it into my mouth and sucking. Her body quakes, and she reaches her orgasm seconds later, moaning my name.

My name on her lips, spoken like that, might be the best thing I’ve ever heard.

Not being able to wait another second, I take the vibrator from her hands, placing it beside us on the bed before lining myself up at her entrance. We both groan at the first contact, her tongue diving into my mouth as I push in fully.

She’s so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect.

Her nails scratch my shoulders, telling me I need to move. So I do.

Some things may have changed, we may have changed, but this part hasn’t. Knowing what she wants, what she needs, and wanting to give her every ounce of pleasure that I can.

Our bodies slide together in a mess of moans and panting, my mouth never leaving hers. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, biting gently, and I’m done.