Hookup.

Wren.

In an instant, Ryan closed the distance between our mouths, his fingers coming up to my throat and pulling me closer as he devoured my lips.

His touch was electrifying, desperate. Every cell in my body came alive under it, and yet it wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

He kissed me like a man born to suffer. Like I was the beginning and the end of his damnation. His hands were everywhere. My hair, my waist, my hips, pulling me deeper into a fire I had no idea existed between us until there was nothing left of the girl who got her heartbroken tonight.

He spun us around and walked us back until my back was pressed up against the wall while his hands trailed down my body, Cupping my ass and giving it a bruising squeeze as he hoisted me up.

A whimper crawled up my throat as I locked my legs around him and arched closer.

A deep groan left him as he gripped my ass tightly, and guided my hips in maddening rolls against his growing erection which he met eagerly with thrusts of his own.

Everything was happening so fast, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to care or stop.

I wanted this. Needed it.

It was like I’d been possessed and there was this ache deep within me that only his touch could soothe.

“Fuck!” He pulled away and dropped his head to my shoulder, lapping on the sensitive skin there.

His hand slipped under my top, and he made a sound of approval as he cupped my breast.

“Goddess, sweetheart.” He rasped, grazing his teeth right against the pulse point at my neck. I thought I heard him growl. “You’re driving me insane.”

My pussy throbbed and I shivered, the friction sending a delicious sensation through me. I squeezed my legs tighter, needing more of it.

“Tell me you’re mine.” A strangled moan escaped me and I honestly would’ve told him the sky was pink if he asked.

I pulled his head up so I could look at him.

Fuck, he was pretty.

Blonde hair dusted over his forehead, as dazed blue eyes looked at me.

I was pretty sure I had the same dazed expression, except there was something deeper in his.

I couldn’t have that.

Bowing my head, I scattered kisses along his neck and jawline until I reached his ear.

I felt him shiver, and thankful he didn’t falter in his movements.“Either fuck me or let me go.”

He made a sound and dipped his gaze down to the swell of my breasts. “Whatever my mate wants.”

I wanted to tell him not to call me that. He needed to know that this was just a one-night thing and whatever idea he’d formed about me wasn’t real.

But, like before, he devoured the words right from my throat and I let him.

A soft, helpless noise vibrated in my chest, and my grip on his strands loosened.

He pushed my top up and my bra down and bent forward to pull my nipple into his mouth.

“Ryan,”

He groaned, and I squeezed my eyes shut as white-hot pleasure shot up my spine.

He pulled back and placed open mouthed kisses on the side and centre of my breasts before taking the other one in his mouth and repeating the action.

My lips parted.

It had never felt this good before.

How was it so fucking good?

With Shane, there’d hardly been any foreplay and …

Stop it.

The last person I needed to be thinking about right now was my cheating ex.

With a pathetic moan, I pulled Ryan away from my chest and he released my nipple with a pop.

“Couch. Now.”

He nodded, kissing me and moving us across the living room, not once breaking our kiss.

Not even as he lowered me on the couch, making sure I was comfortable first before pulling back to look at me.

When his gaze finally dragged back up, I caught the awed expression in his face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, it’s unreal.”

My skin grew hot under his compliment but then he shifted and I felt his erection pressed against my pussy.

I hooked my fingers around the chain on his neck, twirling the metal and tugging him down, so I could kiss him again.

My top is the first to go.

Then my jeans.

And my bra.

I was only left in my underwear, but soon that’s gone too.

Completely bare beneath him, I basked in the way his hungry gaze took me in.

He was still fully clothed and I hated it. I wanted to see him, to feel him.

My fingers found the hem of his shirt but he stopped me by grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head, immobilizing me.

He leaned down and kissed a spot right next to the curve of my shoulder, lightly nipping it with his teeth, “I want to kiss you.” He breathed.

My brows pinched. “You’re already kissing me.”

He shook his head, and slowly slid his hand down my body, past the tattoo at my rip, kneading my hips briefly before moving lower, and cupping my pussy.

“I haven’t kissed you here, yet.”

Oh.

My mouth went dry.

“Will you let me?” He murmured softly, amber-blue eyes, never leaving me.

I’ve only ever had one person go down on me, and it was Shane who, shortly after, stated; we never do it again because it simply wasn’t good for him.

I hadn’t found the experience enjoyable either, so I agreed.

But now I wondered…

Slowly, I nodded, and he wasted no time in adjusting himself so he was sprawled out on the couch and my legs hooked over his shoulders.

He pressed his mouth flush against my slick centre and licked.

I arched off the couch as a sharp gasp tore from my lips.

Fuck, that felt good.

He growled possessively, cupping my ass and squeezing as he lapped at me, one stroke of his tongue after the other.

My nipples tightened and I reached up to cup my breast with one hand while the other tangled in his hair as I rode his face.

“How can you taste this perfectly?” He groaned before kneading my thighs and sucking my clit.

My head rolled back against the armrest, as I let out a long, embarrassing moan as he feasted on me.

I came too fast, too soon, his name on my tongue as I chased what was left of my high.

“Fuck yes. That’s it, baby. Ride my face. Drench my fucking tongue with your cum. Let me taste you. I need it.” The combination of his words and unrelenting pace, barreled me straight into another orgasm before I even had the chance to recover from the first.

A choked, breathless sob escaped from my throat as he wrung every last drop of my pleasure from me.

When I finally came down from my high, I looked down and found his mouth glistening with my release and his eyes on me.

I take it back.

This was by far the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

He smiled lazily at me, eyes beaming as he came back up, kissing me tenderly and I couldn’t help but kiss him back.

My entire body felt liquid and I struggled to move even when he pulled away.

His eyes were no longer amber and now held the blue I’d come to find familiar.

I blinked.

My eyelids felt suddenly too heavy to keep open, and I knew I was slipping away.

“Wren?”

The sound of my name, laced with concern followed by a sharp curse, was the last thing I heard before I finally let myself surrender to the darkness.