Chapter 10 #3
“Wait,” I panted, holding my hand out to stop him with a hand on his bare chest. Reed drew back with a frown as I took my cell out of my pocket and placed it on the nightstand.
I then pushed my hands under my hair and found the clasp on my necklace—the one with Jasper’s ring.
There was no way I could do what I was about to do with that burning into my back.
It didn’t appear to ruin the moment as Reed raised an eyebrow.
“You done?”
Nodding, I added. “Do your worst, Mr. Prescott.”
And he didn’t need any further encouragement, as he shifted forward, undid the buttons on my jeans, and yanked them down my legs. I was left in just black lace underwear.
Reed whisked my pants away and then came above me, caging me in against the comforter.
Biting the corner of my lip, I shuffled further up the bed so my head met the pillows, and Reed followed me, his gaze watchful but hooded.
The air crackled in the suite, and my entire body was humming with anticipation as the man I loved more than anyone in my life lowered his head and kissed me. His hard pecs pushed against my breasts, the friction causing me to gasp as he ravaged my lips, his tongue driving into my mouth.
I grasped his head, following his lead as his fingers clutched my chin and then spanned my jaw. I could feel his rock-hard dick against my inner thigh, flesh on flesh.
The kiss was forceful, tongues and teeth clashing, and then I felt him start to nudge open my thighs, shifting between them.
Reed braced his knees to keep my legs separated, and although part of my brain was screaming that what I was doing was stupid, I couldn’t stop and would probably die if he did.
Reed lifted his head and stroked my face before pushing back into a kneeling position. He scanned the entire length of my body from my face to where my panties hid my womanhood from his fierce gaze.
It had always been fireworks between Reed and me, even when we were teenagers.
I spread my legs, and I saw a hint of color on his sharp cheekbones, his eyes becoming heavier with desire, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
“Take your bra off,” he instructed in a firm voice, and my hands instantly reached around for the clasp, freeing my breasts. They spilled forward, begging for his touch.
Reed’s eyes darted to that area before he leaned over me and took one mound in his hand, lowering his head and sucking a nipple into his mouth. My back arched in pleasure as he fed on that part of my body, taking it in turns to transfer his attention to each peak.
My entire center was hot, and I knew I needed him inside me, the ache there becoming a raw throb. A high I hadn’t felt in years was coursing through me.
As Reed nibbled on my breasts, his other hand moved between my thighs, searching for the heat there.
I moaned into his mouth as he pushed my panties to one side and instantly found my clit.
I writhed against his fingers, my hips gyrating wildly against his touch as he started to play with me.
Reed had always known how to get me off: exactly how hard and fast I liked him to touch me.
Lifting his head, he placed a kiss on my lips and whispered. “You’re soaking for me.”
Nodding, my eyes rolled back as another wave of ecstasy thrummed through me as Reed toyed with my sex, stroking me there with a perfect rhythm. “Poor baby, somebody hasn’t been getting what they need.”
How I had missed that arrogant, cocky smirk on his face during foreplay. Reed’s confidence had always been so sexy to me.
My body jerked as I felt his fingers move to the flimsy band that held my underwear up, and with one sharp tug, the material snapped as Reed ripped my panties off in one go.
“So pent up, my love?” He was such a smug bastard, and I hated that he was right.
My vibrator certainly hadn’t done it for me sexually over the last few years, not like this.
My body shuddered as he freed me of my underwear, and I was spread open before him.
I had always kept my pussy free from hair, and it had recently been waxed, so I was more than ready to let him see the heart of me.
Reed had always liked it like that, and I could see from his expression that it still turned him on.
“Such a pretty bare pussy,” he husked.
Tearing his gaze away, Reed moved up my body, leaning on his freehand as he continued to touch and tease my sex.
“Remember how I used to screw you with your parents only in the next room? All those times at school, under the bleachers?” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes,” I said on an exhale. The sneaking around we used to do came flooding back, as did all the kinky shit we’d done. The chance of getting caught had been such a turn on, and yet we never had. Nobody had known about us, not the whole story anyway.
I watched with glazed eyes as Reed positioned himself over me, that one strong arm flexing with his weight.
I glanced down past his rock-hard abs, my hands on his biceps. He was lining himself up at my entrance, his gaze focused on my open pussy. I could see the tip of his penis was wet with pre-cum, and I longed to taste him.
A muscle in my thigh jerked slightly as I felt the velvet tip of him nudge my slit as he gripped himself and coated his length in my arousal. “Let’s give you what you need,” he growled.
And. He. Did.
Reed slid inside me, all the way in one go, to the hilt, his gaze lifting toward the ceiling of the room with a suppressed hiss of pleasure. “Fuck!”
He felt so big, bigger than I remembered, as he filled me up completely. His hips pinned mine to the mattress, and lust continued to coil inside me.
Reed held himself there for a moment, allowing my muscles to stretch around him. “You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted, lowering his body over mine, his focus back on my face. I moaned, he felt so good.
“You’re so fucking big.” I gave him a soft smile, mirroring his tone. I didn’t tell him what we both knew. My body hadn’t had any man since Reed. Not Jasper, not anyone. And I could see that truth reflected in that possessive expression which bloomed across his features.
Mine.
Reed’s nostrils flared as I ran my fingertips over his back, raising my hips to push him deeper inside. “Fuck, don’t do that, or this will be over way too soon.”
Raising my head off the pillow, I nipped at his chin with my teeth.
His breath hitched as he pulled out of me and then drove back in with one hard thrust, making my toes curl. Reed knew I liked it dirty and rough as he nailed me to the bed.
I remembered how he would tell me to open my mouth and then feed me his cock, inch by inch, as I knelt before him. I would usually swallow every drop he gave me, apart from those times when he’d come on my tits.
A whimper escaped me as I threw back my head and pressed my eyes shut as he took control of my body. He was so much stronger than the boy I once knew. Years of playing professional football had given him stamina and strength, his body a work of art.
Reed pulled out again, and then he started to fuck me, and it was better than I remembered. An animal-like groan burst from his lips as he shifted onto his forearms, one of either side of my head, and picked up the pace. He gave me no mercy, just how I liked it, taking me hard and fast.
Having Reed inside me again smashed away all the pain from the past. The way we had treated each other when we were young: the fights and then the making up.
Another harsh growl sounded between us as Reed started to pound into me so hard that my breasts jerked and the headboard of the bed crashed against the wall.
I was flattened against the sheets as he shifted, grabbing one of my legs and pushing it over his shoulder, penetrating me so deeply my eyes rolled back into my head. My entire body lit up with pleasure.
“You feel so good, baby,” he rasped between thrusts, intermittingly taking my lips with his. The veins on his neck stood out, as did that muscle in his jaw.
I could feel my orgasm uncurling in the pit of my stomach. “Yes, Reed, please!” My internal muscles clamped around him.
Reed took me with such urgency and ruthlessness that I had never experienced with him before. A sheen of sweat lined both our necks as he lowered his head and kissed me savagely again, as if he owned me.
As another wave of pleasure crashed over me, I opened my legs wider, the one from his shoulder falling to the bed, changing the angle slightly, and I bucked against him, increasing the friction.
“You’re taking me so well, baby.”
“Please, I need to come!” I panted as I shamelessly clawed at his ass cheeks, which flexed while he pumped into me.
After two more long, hard strokes, my pussy clenched, and my climax peaked, sending me crashing over the edge, my entire body jack-knifing as my orgasm was ripped from me.
“Oh God,” I cried, holding my breath.
“That’s it, baby,” Reed huffed gruffly, keeping a steady pace as I came. “Don’t forget to breathe for me.”
And I did. While riding that high, I listened to the sound of Reed’s deep, possessive grunts as he continued to pound into me, and I knew he was close.
After another couple of pumps, Reed held himself rigid, and the groan as he found his own release exploded between his lips. Red-hot cum flooded my insides as he spasmed; the look on his face was a sight to see.
Still holding himself up on his hands, he opened drowsy eyes to look down at me, a sexy smile on his face.
“Well, that was pretty fucking amazing,” he husked, kissing my nose. I grinned back at him, feeling like a cheshire cat.
The look we exchanged after our lovemaking would stay with me forever.
After a deep breath, Reed then lowered his body, twisting to one side of me so I wasn’t flattened by his weight. He withdrew slowly, and I winced, the movement causing slight discomfort.
“Did I hurt you?” The aftermath of sex was everywhere, in my nostrils, against my skin, and I wondered if I would ever move again. Everything felt tender, pushed to its limits, and I reveled in that marked, satisfied feeling.
My eyes closed, and I smiled as he shifted to lie beside me, drawing me into his arms. “A little,” I admitted.
“You took me so fucking well, sweetheart.”
I wrapped my arms around his.
We were still lying on top of the bed. The covers had shifted slightly beneath us, but a shiver snaked up my torso.
“Are you cold?” he asked as I turned towards him, wrapping my limbs around his, seeking his heat.
His chin came to rest on the top of my head as I pushed my face into the nook of his neck, kissing his throat.
And then I replied. “Not any more.”
One last thought slipped into my mind as I allowed Reed to cuddle me. Something he had always been excellent at.
We hadn’t used protection.
I had to say something even though I’d only had my period recently and so wasn’t concerned about pregnancy.
“We didn’t use anything,” I explained.
I felt his body flex. “I know. By the time I realized that wild horses couldn’t have stopped me. I’m sorry, Storm. It was careless of me.”
I lifted my head out of his neck and looked up. “It’s OK.”
“Are you on the pill?”
“No. But I had my period recently, and so we don’t need to worry about that.” I didn’t want to spell out what I was thinking about. How many girls had Reed been with while we had been apart?
He must have been able to read my body language. “You don’t have to worry. I get tested regularly, and I’m clean. Plus, I don’t sleep around, no matter what the press says. I’ve been too busy to be honest.”
“Great,” I said, still feeling miserable about the thought of Reed with other women.
“Hey,” Reed whispered, tipping my chin up to meet his gaze. “How about we stop talking and I order us some room service?”
Dashing away painful thoughts of Reed with someone else, I smiled. “That sounds perfect.”
“Why don’t you freshen up. I’ll order, and we could watch a movie together? Like we used to?”
My heart throbbed in my chest. The way he spoke almost made it feel like we were together, doing normal couple-like things.
But of course, that wasn’t the case, and once morning came, I knew I had to make sure he understood that.
For that one night alone, I dropped my guard and went with it. Living out that dream that had always been just out of reach.
The dream that Reed and I were in love, and this was our happy ever after.