“That turns you on?” She nods and her pace starts to quicken as she shifts and moves up from the bed. I use one of my hands to press her stomach down to stop her squirming. “What else do you think about?”
“I think about your hands on me. Everywhere,” she whispers, using one of her hands to cup her tits and circle around her nipple. I start to move faster around my shaft. “I think about the things you say about my body when you’re inside me.”
“Like what?”
“About how good I feel around your cock. How our bodies fit perfectly together. How you always take your time because you know it annoys me.” Her words are broken up by pants and moans as she slips two fingers into herself. “How you love the noise that I make when I come.”
That’s what undoes me. The breathiness and whine in her voice, mixed with the complete bliss on her face while she touches herself is what destroys me. Her eyes open and close as she moves her fingers in and out on her as I do the same around my dick. It’s a lot different when I do this in the bathroom when I can’t see her. But now, with her straining in front of me, I know the orgasm is going to hit me soon. I move over to straddle her stomach, my dick just inches away from her face and her breasts.
“Fuck, Miles,” she moans loud, ripping through the heavy breathing in the air. I bend over her to kiss her on the lips, but her mouth is hanging open between pants that she barley gets to reciprocate it. “I’m close. I need you to touch me.”
“I’m not going to touch you. I want to watch you fall apart. Can you do that for me?”
She starts to squirm and shift beneath me as her pace increases. The sounds of her hands moving in and out of her make me move faster around myself. She lets out a strangled cry as the orgasm rips through her. Wren shakes and twitches beneath me as the high settles over her. Her eyes fall closed for a second before she looks up at me and I lose it. My hand pumps my dick a few more times as the sensation washes over me.
I groan as I come over her chest and her tits. Another constricted moan falls from her mouth as I collapse beside her, careful not to crush her with my weight. When our heavy breathing subsides, I peel myself off her to go into the bathroom and get a warm cloth to clean her up. When I get back into the room, she’s still lying down, her hand thrown over her eyes.
“See, that was better than doing work, wasn’t it?” I say as I climb over her, pressing the cloth to her chest. She hums when the warmth hits her and moves her hands from her eyes to look up at me.
“I guess,” she says sarcastically, an evil smile playing on her lips. I fold over the cloth to the clean side and move it slowly over her breasts as she watches me. “We really do need to get something done. You know what we need to do.”
“I don’t think I do,” I groan. She slides out from beneath me and pulls her shirt over her head. I fall backwards on the bed. She stands behind me, leaning over me upside down. Her hair falls to cover us like a curtain when she bends down and sets a tender kiss onto my lips but pulling back at the last moment.
“Just text them.”
*
The only way we’ve managed to get any studying done is when we have everyone at my house. I usually hate large study sessions, but we all have a subject in common that we can help each other with. We’re not always the most productive bunch but this close to exams, we’re all stressing out, so we know we have to work hard.
Xavier, and I sit at one end of the dining table, working together on our course, with spreadsheets and diagrams. Evan and Scarlett are trying to work together but they’re doing more shouting than revising. Scarlett wheeled over The Whiteboard 2 from their apartment to do some work on and strangely enough, Evan has the same one but they’re arguing over who has the correct equations. And Kennedy is the only one without an exam. Out of all of us, she’s the most chaotic but somehow has her life together more than the rest of us. She was able to finish her final piece early so she’s helping Wren with her creative writing exam. They’re sat as far away from us in the living room, so Wren and I don’t make an excuse to take a five-minute break.
It was going well until Scarlett suggested that we order food, and all concentration was lost. We’ve been trying to convince ourselves that it’s a good idea to get some rest food. Really, we’re all sitting around the table, stealing fries and chicken wings from each other as we take our very well-deserved break, listening to'Ivy'by Frank Ocean.
Perfection.
“I swear to God, if you try and take the same piece as meagain, I’m going to saw your hand off,” Scarlett warns Evan in a steady but deathly tone. He raises his hands in surrender and sulks in his seat across from her.
“No weapons at the dinner table, kids,” Kennedy coos. Scarlett throws her a sarcastic smile before sulking, mirroring Evan's position. Xavier throws me a knowing glance and I make the mistake of looking at Wren across from me.
If there were more seats at this table and if everyone didn’t rush to sit down as soon as the food came, I would have made sure that Wren and I were further away than we are. Instead, she’s sat across from me, staring right at me as she licks off ketchup from three of her fingers. Fuck me. She has got to be doing this on purpose.
“What are everyone’s summer plans?” Kennedy asks from beside me, looking around at everyone expectantly. Obviously, the first one to jump on the opportunity to brag is Evan.
“As soon as the semesters over, I’m off to Bali for a few weeks. Then, my family have business in Tokyo and London so, of course, I’ll be going with them,” Evan answers with a sigh, as if he’s actually upset about it. We all look at him and try to hide our jealousy and disgust. Except Scarlett make no effort to hide it.
“Ugh, gag me with a spoon,” she says, rolling her eyes.
"Happily," Evan replies. Scarlett actually gags this time. “Is someone upset because the Voss empire is slowly crumbling?” Everyone watches between them like a ping pong game.
“Don’t project onto me, Branson. It’s not my fault your buyers are not getting any younger. Isn’t the CEO of your largest investor in adult diapers?” she mocks coolly. He opens his mouth and then slams it shut. “Yeah, I thought so.”
“Anyway,” Wren says, dragging her gaze from Scarlett to Xavier. “What about you? Are you doing anything fancy?”
“If you’re wondering if I’m not going to be here so you guys can do what you doeverynight, the answer is yes. I’m going to spend some time with Michelle’s family in LA,” Xavier explains, looking between us both suspiciously.
“Calm down, Z, you’re acting like that’s all we do,” I say when I notice Wren slowly retreating back into her chair.
“Itiskind of all you do,” Evan mutters. I throw a bone at him, and he stares at it in disgust. He looks between me and Wren. “Are those your plans then? For the summer?”
