Page 45 of Rumor Has It

“Breathe,” Wren whispered between messy kisses.

Rebecca nodded, leaning back more solidly against the wall, melting under Wren’s touch. She took heaping gulps of air.

“Good girl,” Wren praised, grinning wickedly, waiting for Rebecca’s breathing to level out before kissing her again. She would never stop enjoying how absolutely filthy each kiss was. “Can you take another?” Wren asked, slowing her hand to a stop.

“Yes,” Rebecca answered, her voice shallow and broken. She spread her legs a bit, clearly trying to accommodate more of Wren.

If this hadn’t been the hottest thing that Wren had ever done, she’d have asked if Rebecca wanted to move this to a bed or to the couch, even. But somehow fucking Rebecca Rothschild up against a wall was scratching an itch that had been building for far too long.

Wren pressed her ring finger into Rebecca, giving her the briefest moment to adjust before pulling them out and immediately thrusting back in. At this angle, Wren was able to press her palm into Rebecca’s clit with each dip of her fingers. With all of their—unfortunately—un-removed clothing, it was hard to be precise. But by the way Rebecca was canting her hips into the contact, Wren felt quite confident it was working.

“Fuck, Wren,” Rebecca moaned.

Wren thought for a second that her knees might buckle. The sound of Rebecca moaning her name seared itself into her brain. “Say it again,” she said, a desperate command uttered just before she nipped at Rebecca’s throat.

A whimper rumbled up Rebecca’s neck, buzzing against Wren’s lips. “Wren, yes,” Rebecca cried out, her whole body tightened around Wren. “Don’t stop, Wren. Please don’t stop.” Her hips met Wren’s fingers stroke for stroke.

Wren sucked harder on Rebecca’s neck, flexing her fingers up with each thrust, relentlessly pounding into Rebecca. Her forearm burned. She was fully out of breath, and their height difference had her straining nearly on her toes, but Wren would never stop. Not until Rebecca asked her to.

She felt the first flutter of Rebecca’s orgasm clench around her fingers. Impossibly, she pulled Wren even closer to her. The movement restricted most of Wren’s ability to do much more than curl her fingers inside of Rebecca. That seemed to be all Rebecca needed help with as she ground down onto Wren’s fingers.

“Wren, holy shit,” Rebecca nearly yelled, her voice filling her entryway as she came.

Wren licked up her neck to suck on Rebecca’s earlobe as she orgasmed, doing her best to work her through each wave of pleasure despite not having much ability to move. She did make sure that they both stayed steadily upright, keeping her free arm locked in place around Rebecca’s waist.

“I’ve got you,” Wren whispered, pressing a kiss to Rebecca’s temple.

Rebecca let her head fall forward and rest on Wren’s shoulder, taking deep breaths as she came down. One of her hands found Wren’s wrist and tugged gently, silently asking Wren to pull out of her. Wren did so as softly as she could. For as rough as their build up had been, she didn’t want to be rough with Rebecca anymore.

“You okay?” Wren asked, as she eased her hand out of Rebecca’s sweatpants and sucked her two glistening fingers into her mouth. She wasn’t sure which of them moaned louder. She absolutely did not expect for Rebecca to immediately grab her by the wrist and tug her down the hall.

Wren wasn’t complaining. In fact, a rather cocky laugh was building in her chest until Rebecca spun around mid-stride. So fast that Wren was nearly startled. She didn’t have much time to process though, because before she had a chance, Rebecca’s mouth had crashed back into hers and Rebecca had backed her up against a different wall barely halfway down the hall. Wren felt picture frames tilt aside, away from the press of her shoulders. Her eyes flashed open at the sound of one of them clattering to the floor, but Rebecca didn’t seem to care. It would have made Wren laugh if Rebecca hadn’t licked into her mouth at that very moment, desperate to taste herself on Wren’s tongue.

Rebecca’s hands slipped back under Wren’s shirt, her nails dragging down Wren’s abs. Wren groaned around Rebecca’s tongue. A stinging pain mixed with a heady pleasure coursed through her. Rebecca and gentle were two words that hadn’t fit together in Wren’s mind in a long time. Her being rough like this, however, was more than fine by Wren. Without disentangling themselves, Rebecca spun them, and walked Wren backwards down the hall, never breaking their kiss.

They got off center more than once, crashing into walls and doorframes, shedding pieces of clothing as they went, leaving a small path of destruction in their wake. By the time the back of Wren’s knees hit what she could only assume was Rebecca’s bed—her eyes hadn’t opened since the first picture frame dropped—she was down to just a sports bra and her sleep boxers. All of the other underwear she had brought with her for her away trip had clung uncomfortably to the burn she’d been so kindly blessed with by the woman who was now absolutely devouring her neck.

“Holy fuck, Rebecca,” Wren whispered. She absolutely did not want to waste any more of this moment comparing this to their experience together all those years ago, but her mind could not stop sorting each moment into similar and different categories. Before, Rebecca had been nervous and a bit shy. Now, she was confident and certain.

Rebecca’s hands slid down Wren’s back, the press of her fingers firm and sure. She squeezed Wren’s ass, pulling Wren even tighter into her, taking that moment to lift her and set her down surprisingly gracefully onto her bed.

The change in heights and positions allowed them a small reprieve. The slightest second to look at each other for a moment. The lights were off, but Rebecca’s TV had been paused. A low glow from the screen illuminated the room just enough for them to truly see each other. Rebecca was down to just sweatpants, and Wren knew quite intimately that she had nothing on underneath them. She also knew that the marks littering Rebecca’s neck were absolutely not going to fade overnight.

Her mouth damn-near watered at the sight of Rebecca’s bare chest. She leaned forward, sliding her hands up Rebecca’s stomach as she did. She cupped the underside of Rebecca’s breasts, kneading as she lifted, desperate for the full weight of them in her hands.

Rebecca’s eyes closed and her head fell back with pleasure. Wren coaxed a moan from her throat as she pinched roughly at Rebecca’s nipples.

“Fuck,” Rebecca moaned. She leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Wren’s waist. In one incredibly smooth move, she lifted Wren and moved them both farther up the bed, settling herself down on top.

The heat from the contact of their exposed skin was electric. Wren genuinely could not get enough. Her hands couldn’t stay still. She needed to touch every inch of Rebecca. She sat up ever so slightly so that Rebecca could tug her sports bra up and over her head. She leaned back on her forearms as Rebecca’s gaze lowered, taking in all of Wren’s body. Wren knew she looked good naked—she had over a million unwanted likes to prove it. But there was a hunger in the way that Rebecca looked at her that made Wren all the more confident.

Wren’s thumb traced the waistband of Rebecca’s sweatpants.

Rebecca’s fingertips slipped under the waistband of Wren’s boxers. Her forehead lowered to rest against Wren’s. “Same time?” Rebecca whispered into the paper thin gap between them.

Wren let out a soft, breathy chuckle. “Same time,” she said, her voice more certain and steady.

They both tugged awkwardly, desperate and frenzied to rid the other of their final article of clothing. Their movements were shaky and uncoordinated, but the result of their efforts left them breathless all the same. As soon as their bottoms had been tossed without regard onto Rebecca’s bedroom floor, Rebecca frowned. The look of concern on her face was lit by the low glow of the TV screen. Her fingers gently traced up the turf burn that scraped from Wren’s upper calf all the way to pretty high up on her thigh.