by Tory Baker
9
Trick
The fire in Wren’s eyes when she saw my body completely naked, I’ll never get that vision out of my head. I’m trying to catch my damn breath. It’s not doing a damn bit of good with my mouth this close to her bare pussy. Fuck, what she’s doing to me.
“Trick,” she pleads. Her hips are rocking, and I know I’m about to taste her.
“You need something, baby?”
“Yes, I need your mouth.” Damn, I love that she’s not afraid to tell me what she wants. As much as I want my mouth on her pussy, I know teasing her to the point where she’s beyond control will make it so much better for her.
“Fuck yeah, you do.” God damn, she’s dripping for me. I can see how wet she is. It’s clinging to the inside of her thighs, and that’s where my tongue is going, teasing the both of us at the same time. Her legs start to close in on me, and I’m not having that. My hands grip her firm thighs, pulling them up and out, holding them wide open as I play with her cunt.
After teasing her and myself relentlessly, my mouth heads right for the source, my eyes closing on a fucking hum as my tongue sinks inside her. I mimic how I’d fuck her with my cock, wishing like hell that it already was, when her pussy starts to tighten on my tongue. The barbell that’s pierced through it only heightens me eating her pussy, and I know I’m about to get the sweetest taste of her.
“Oh God,” Wren moans out loud. I open my eyes wanting to watch her come apart for me for the first time. Her head is tipped back, her hands cupping her tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples.
Seeing her in the throes of passion only makes me want to devour her whole. I scrape my teeth across her clit, press down harder on her thighs, and I feel it, everything coming together as Wren screams my name. She comes on my tongue. Her hips rock into my mouth. I don’t let go though, not until her body is an exhausted mess.
“Trick,” she moans. Her hands leave her tits, and she glides her fingertips down her stomach until they grip my hair.
I look into her soft eyes. So much warmth is shining in them. “You need something else?” I ask her.
“A kiss.” I’m off my knees, crawling between her spread legs. The length of my cock is rubbing against her pussy.
“That I can make happen.” My hands fist her hair, my lips find her mouth, and I fucking take it. Wren doesn’t shy away. I’m coated in her cum, yet her tongue isn’t shy, and neither are her hands that are running down my body until she grips my cock.
“I want to feel this, deep and hard inside me.” She’s stroking my length, her thumb gathering the bead of cum before using it to slide down again.
“Wren.” This time it’s me who’s moaning. I let her pump my shaft a few times before saying, “You gotta stop, or I’ll be coming in your hand, or maybe I should. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me coming all over your body, painting your tits and cunt with my cum.”
“Yes, please,” she smarts off with a smile. I pull away from her hand, begrudgingly.
“Where are you going?” Wren asks as I get to my feet. While I was out today, I bought a box of condoms, not knowing when this day was coming but wanting to be prepared.
“Condoms,” I say, in plural, because I know I’ll need her more than once tonight.
“No condoms, please? I don’t want anything between us.” Fuck, I want that more than anything, but there’s no way I want to chance her getting pregnant, and that’s not on my part. If she were ready to have kids with me, I’d be gung-fucking-ho. Wren isn’t though. It’s something we’ve discussed this week. She wants to finish her education, get out and make a difference in the world, and I won’t do anything to stop her.
“Wren, baby. I’d love nothing more than to slide inside your pussy bare, but what about birth control?” I ask.
“I’m on the shot. I just had my exam last month. Everything is good health wise,” she states.
“I’m clean, I swear it. I can grab you my results,” I tell her. Even with it being unlikely to transmit anything through tattooing, all of us get tested regularly just to err on the side of caution and safety.
“I believe you. Nothing between us,” she coos. Wren is on her knees before me, looking up at me. Those fucking spectacular tits of hers, cherry tipped, her legs spread, showing me her pussy, and when she moistens those lips of hers, it’s my fucking undoing. I prowl back towards her. Wren falls flat on her back, my arms going to her legs, dragging her so her ass is at the edge of the bed.
One of her legs wraps around my hip, the other I hoist over my shoulder. She’s open for me.
“You gonna be okay with my piercing, or do you want me to take it out?” I ask. The head of my cock is at her pussy, wanting to be inside her. It’s practically dripping with desire.
“I want to feel it, please.” She lifts her hips up, but I take that time to press them down. There’s no way I’m slamming inside her the first time. If I did that, she’d be too fucking sore to take me again tomorrow.
“Slow, we take it slow, or I take my piercing out,” I grunt out my demand as I move inside her. Wren nods her head as the head of my cock glides in. I wait until her pussy isn’t clamped so tight around me before I move in another inch. This time, my piercing is inside her tight sheath.
“God, that feels good,” Wren moans while trying to wiggle her hips. My hands tighten their hold on them.
“You need me to stop?” I quirk an eyebrow at her, letting her know we do this my way, or I back off. I am not fucking hurting the woman who I know will be mine now and always.
“I need more, please. Just don’t go slow. I can take you, Trick. I promise,” she pleads.
“We’ll see.” But I’m already at my breaking point. Instead of going inch by inch, slowly and letting her get accustomed to me, I thrust inside of her until I’m so deep inside her, I don’t know where I begin and she ends.
My head drops back on a pleasurable sigh, trying to hold my shit together and not come in the next five seconds, but her cunt is squeezing me so tightly, I’m not sure that won’t happen.
“Trick.” Her hand goes to mine that’s on her hip, her other fists the sheets beside her body. She’s a damn vision come to life, her smooth, pale skin illuminated by the city lights and the small lamp I have next to the bed. Her tattoo, my tattoo that I marked on her skin, is traveling the length of her body.
“Yeah, baby. I know.” I pull out until just the tip is inside her before slamming back inside, not allowing her to move even though her body is begging to help. I want her my way this time. Next time, she can get in on the action.
I watch as her tits bounce with every thrust, making my mouth salivate to have her nipples inside. They’re mine for the taking as I lean down, her leg still over my shoulder, my hips wedged between hers, and this only causes her to open further. My cock is bottoming out inside her. It only gets tighter as I fuck myself inside of her.
Wren’s hand moves from the sheets. She grips my hair as I suck on her nipples, one then the other, going back and forth. Our bodies are dripping with sweat. Her pussy clenches down tighter than it has before, and I know she’s about to come.
“You gonna come for me, Wren, baby?” I question, grinding my pelvis on her clit each time I slam inside her.
“Yes!” she screams out loudly, so loud I’m sure my fucking neighbors will be beating on the walls if she gets any louder.
“You’re going to take me with you,” I promise. Wren’s body is shaking from her orgasm. I don’t stop fucking her until her orgasm is over, somehow managing to not come with her. I’m a selfish fuck, though, and I’m not ready for this to end.
I lean back up, put both of her legs over my shoulders, and really take her until finally my balls are ready to explode.
“Wren,” I sigh out as my orgasm takes over and my cum jets into her cunt, leaving me breathless. I barely have the mind not to collapse on top of her. I lower her legs, move us to our sides, all while never leaving her body.
“Wow,�
�� she says. One of her legs is over mine. My cock is still fucking hard, and I don’t even know how that shit is possible.
“Yeah,” I agree. We are both exhausted, yet when our lips land on one another, it builds up our need for each other again.
10
Wren
I somehow wake up before Trick. His arm is covering his eyes, and I’m snuggled into his side, my head lying on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat. My fingertips are on his skin, just barely touching so as to not wake him, yet still allowing me to look at all the details in his tattoos.
Trick woke me up after a few hours of being asleep, both of us greedy for one another. It’s why I’m surprised my body woke me up so early. I continue down, my fingers sliding the sheet off his lower body. The way his body cradled mine the second time we had sex, it was unbelievable. It felt like we were making love more than anything. It was slow, raw, and carnal in the best of ways.
My hand has a mind of its own. Trick’s length is lying against his thigh. That piercing that heightened my pleasure all through the night has me wanting to explore. I scoot down, kissing his torso down the way, strands of my hair tickling him as I move.
“Good morning.” His voice is deep and raspy from sleep.
“Morning,” I murmur against his lower stomach, never stopping until I reach his hardening length. I wrap my fist around him, slowly dragging it in an up-and-down pattern, my tongue lapping at the pre-cum that appears.
“Fuck, Wren. Don’t stop.” Trick holds my hair at the nape of my neck, our eyes locked on one another when my mouth engulfs the head of his cock. My tongue finds his piercing, causing him to throw his head back on a moan. I hollow my cheeks and work his cock as much as I can while cupping his balls the entire time. His hips move up and down, and I suck him all the way down. My throat closes around his cock.
“Wren, baby. You need to move. I’m about to come,” he groans. Even though I don’t want to move, I double my pace, wanting to get him there.
Trick’s hands fist my hair tighter, his hips thrust up, and that’s when I feel it coming down my throat, and I swallow everything he has to give me.
“I think that was a good wakeup call?” I joke as I make my way beside him.
“Hell yes, it was. Give me ten minutes, and we’ll see how long you last.” He winks, but his body is already relaxing. I didn’t do this to get something in return. I did it because I wanted to.
Once I know he’s completely asleep, I carefully get out of bed, pad my way to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. I may as well get some studying done while he’s asleep and not working. Something tells me Trick will want me at the shop with him later today, and I know nothing will get done except for me gawking at him all night long.
I make quick work in the bathroom. With a towel wrapped around me, I confiscate another one of Trick’s sweatshirts, throw on a pair of panties, and head towards the kitchen to make a cup of coffee before I sit down and really get to studying.
The class I’m studying for today is kicking my ass, and I refuse to get anything below an A. My scholarship is pretty contingent on maintaining a certain grade point average. I pull out my textbook, leaving it on the couch while I finish doctoring up my coffee with cream and sugar, thanking the coffee gods that Trick has creamer. Something tells me his mom helps her boys a lot from the way he talks about their family dynamics.
I get lost in my coffee and highlighting my notes as I read, going over index cards again and again. Once that class is ingrained in my brain, I move on to the next, not realizing it’s closing in on noon and I’ve downed three cups of coffee when Trick stands over me. He’s wearing those gray lounge pants, and I’m already thinking of other ways to study the anatomy class I’m being forced to take.
“How long you been studying?” His lips graze my forehead, but that’s not good enough for me.
“Awhile. You were asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you up tossing and turning.” I turn my lips up to his. Trick gets the memo and gives me a soft kiss.
“You should have woken me up. I practically slept the day away and have to be at the shop in a couple of hours,” he grouses.
“It’s okay. I wanted to get as much in today as I could. You still want me to have dinner with your family tomorrow, right?” I ask.
“Yeah, Ma would kick my ass if I didn’t show up with you. It’s not until the afternoon. Will that give you enough time to get your work done?” He nods to my textbooks that cover every surface of his coffee table. I tried to work on the couch, but my books kept sliding around and I was scared I’d spill my coffee trying to go after them. It’s why I’m sitting on the floor and Trick is squatting down beside me.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Good. I’ll make you some food. Are you staying here while I’m at the shop tonight? It won’t be a late night. It’s Raven’s turn to shut it down,” he asks.
“Whichever is easiest on you.” I don’t ever want to interfere with his work. After both our bodies were satiated last night, he asked for me to stay another night. We’d pick up a change of clothes on our way to the shop tonight, and I’d leave for school Monday morning from Trick’s house. It seems he had this planned from the get-go when I told him I’d be over today instead of last night.
“I want you there with me. Get back at it. I won’t bother you.” He leaves me breathless and thinking about everything else except studying.
11
Trick
“Are you sure your mom won’t mind that I brought dessert?” Wren asks for the third time. I don’t even care either. If this were one of my brothers asking this menial question again and again, I would have lost my patience. With Wren, it’s different though.
“I promise she won’t, especially with it not being store bought.” When Wren was done studying, she ordered groceries and announced she’d be bringing something for today’s Sunday dinner. I’m helping her out of my car at my parents’ house. The downside of her bringing dessert was I couldn’t feel her pressed up against my body on the bike. This is worth it though. She’s wearing a tank top knotted on the side, a long flowy skirt, and sandals. Her hair is down in a sleek waterfall of a honey brown color. Watching her get ready two days in a row at my place had me wanting her to stay forever, and I’m not happy to know that after tomorrow morning, she’ll be back at her place until Friday, if not Saturday, depending on her work schedule.
“We’ll see,” she mumbles under her breath.
“Wren, baby. I promise you, Mom and Dad will love you. My brothers will be their usual asshole selves. Ignore whatever bullshit they tell you, especially about me, okay?” I soften my tone. I’m sure there will be more shit talking than ever tonight.
“Oh no, I want to hear all about that. I know when you meet my dad, he’ll probably bring out the baby books and tell you the most embarrassing stories he can of me.” I help her out of my nineteen seventy-five Pontiac Firebird. It’s usually my winter car when I can’t ride the bike, but today makes it a little different. The first thing Wren asked last night was if she could drive it when she put two and two together that it was mine. The sparkle in her eyes lit up my whole damn night. I just shook my head. I know for a fact there’d be nothing hotter than her driving my car. Her legs moving as she applied the clutch and gas all while shifting. Fuck yeah, that would be hot as hell.
“You name the time, and we’ll go visit your dad. We’ll have to come to some sort of truce after the shit our families spew.” I grab the dessert from her lap—homemade brownies with peanut butter swirled in and the vanilla ice cream she ordered.
“I’ll call Dad tomorrow and see when we can get down to Worcester, maybe in the next couple of weeks?” she asks. I nod my head while helping her out. This whole week we’ve talked non-fucking-stop. Even after working till one in the morning and getting home at two, if Wren was up studying, she’d set time aside for us to talk, and I’d wake up early to hear her voice before she went to school.
“Whenever we can, I’ll make time.”
“After midterms. I’m so ready for them to be over.” She sinks into my side as we walk up the path to my parents’ house.
“You’re halfway through school. You’ll get there.” I admire what she’s doing more than ever.
“I know, but it sure isn’t easy. I think my clinical hours are still lurking in the distance too.” I think all the studying she’s doing is getting to her. After dinner tonight, I’m going to mandate she takes a break. We’ll watch a movie and crash early.
“It’ll be worth it.” I kiss the side of her head and open the door to walk in. The noise from my family assaults our ears. Wren perks up. Her smile is soft and sweet. It was fucking worth it not to smoke anymore. I couldn’t imagine leaving her while she’s asleep now to step outside and have a cigarette, to potentially harm her health too. No fucking way am I doing that. Of course, it isn’t easy, and gum became my friend. Wren though, fuck, she didn’t say one word about me smoking. She’d give me that soft smile of hers, glide a finger down the slope of my neck, and is always down to be in my lap, with or without a cigarette in my hand.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Cillian says, coming around the corner to greet us. Bran peeks his head around the corner, giving me a head nod, letting me know he approves. Cocky fucker, like he didn’t know every aspect of my life with him and Raven gossiping like hens.
“Hey, Cillian, I’m Wren, nice to meet you.” She holds her hand out, but he engulfs her in a hug.
“What’s up, Wren? Welcome to the family. We’ll chat more at the dinner table. I left Mom with Dad, and we all know how dangerous that can be.” He winks and then walks off.
