8. Chapter Eight - Abby
Abby
M y phone with Reed’s saved number burns a hole through my pocket. I’ve made up my mind not to text him, at least not yet. I need some space to think, to breathe, to sort through everything that happened this morning.
The sun has long set, the cold wind against my skin, as I walk through the Paris streets. The Eiffel Tower rises in the distance, timeless and still, watching over it all.
There’s definitely something between us, chemistry I couldn’t ignore, not even over breakfast. Even before he said he was sorry, my breath had quickened, my pulse kicked up a notch. It’s been a while since someone’s made me feel like that. And I’m glad, honestly, that he turned out to not be a jerk. It would’ve been such a waste if that spark was for nothing.
“What are you so scared of, Abby? What is the worst that could happen?” I mumble to myself as I cross the riverside road to cross the bridge, away from the Eiffel tower and the crowd forming around it. I quicken my pace when it grows more dense, tourists elbowing each other out of the way to get the best selfie with the Eiffel tower and street vendors trying to sell their blinking memorabilia.
What is the worst that could happen?
Reed is surprisingly nice. He’s handsome and smart and he makes me feel things, in my heart and my core, that I haven’t felt in a long time. And the fact he gave me his number must mean he feels similar, right?
My fingers itch with the urge to take out my phone and message him. I mean, best case I get a good fuck. Worst case… I’m not going to see him again anyways after my vacation here is over. I might as well go for it.
Finally, I’m far away from the crowds and take a deep breath as I climb down the stairs to the Seine shore. Just like yesterday, I sit down at the edge, letting my legs dangle above the green and blue water of the Seine
“You didn’t text,” a voice scolds me from behind, and I startle before I register that newly familiar, warm voice.
“I needed some time.” I smile weakly and glance at him as he climbs to a seat next to me. Only yesterday I wondered what it would be like to sit here with a partner. Now that I have a hot guy sitting next to me, I’m a bit overwhelmed.
“What for?” he asks worriedly and leans back, placing his arm behind me. It’s so warm against my back, sending goosebumps over my skin and making my heart beat faster.
“To think about whether I should text you,” I murmur and keep my eyes focused forward, feeling his gaze burn against my temple. ‘ I’m glad you took that decision out of my hands ,’ I silently add.
“And what’s the verdict?” He sounds amused.
I bite my lip. He appeared before I reached one. I don’t know if this will bring me more pain than joy, but what I know is that I will regret not following my heart. So I take a deep breath and turn my head to glance at him, breath hitching when I realize just how close his face is to mine.
“The verdict is that I need a romantic picture of me in front of the Eiffel tower,” I whisper and get up, taking my phone with me. “Come on, Reed. Up with you.”
“What for?” He lifts his perfectly shaped eyebrow at me, amused.
“Oh, you’ll see.” I shoot him a wink and look around. There’s a lovely older couple on a bench to our left that doesn’t look like they could outrun me if they decided to steal my phone. After a little language-difference-caused confusion, the woman gets up with a smile and agrees to take our picture.
Reed shoots me a curious look when I walk over to him, tilting his head in question.
“So you want a picture with me in front of the Eiffel tower.”
“I said I wanted a romantic picture.” I grin at him and step closer. “So, how about you kiss me like you mean it?”
The woman must have been a photographer or something. She directs us, tells us to pose and starts snapping pictures, her husband cheering us on in French.
I look up at Reed. He’s biting his lip and I lift my hand to pry it out from between his teeth. “Well?”
“You’re serious?” A small smile tugs on his lips and he leans closer, his breath feathering over my face as his eyes jump between mine imploringly.
“Hell ye—” The rest of the word is swallowed by his mouth crashing onto mine.
It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. It’s like a fuse has been lit and we’re both burning through it fast. I gasp as his arms lock tight around my waist, dragging me into him like he’s been starving for this, and I rise up onto my toes, fingers tangling in the back of his hair.
His tongue parts my lips with a hunger that leaves no room for hesitation. I open to him willingly, hungrily, letting him taste me. The world blurs for a second when he tightens his grip and dips me back, his strength wrapping around me like a promise I never saw coming, and just like that, I forget all about the pictures.
When he grabs my leg and hitches it up around his hip, I move without thinking, anchoring myself to him as his hips press into mine. His scruff scrapes my skin, leaving sparks in its wake, and the way his mouth moves against mine, confident, rough, needing, makes my knees weaken. Thank God he’s holding me so tightly, there’s no way I could drop to the ground.
There’s no space left between us. No air, no words. Just heat. Just the fire of wanting someone so badly it leaves me breathless when he pulls me back upright and breaks the kiss.
Wow. I’m speechless. For only a short moment, we look at each other. The heat in his eyes warms my face and the only thing I’m capable of doing is to stare at him as he accepts my phone back from the lady and thanks her before putting it into the pocket of my jeans.
“Wow,” I whisper, making him chuckle. His lips look plump and—did I do that to his hair? God, he looks like he got ravished.
“Wow indeed,” he says lowly, stepping so close to me I can feel his body radiating warmth. “Do you want to do that again?”
My eyes meet his and I know with a certainty that I’ve seldom felt in my life: Yes. Yes, I do. But my mouth feels dry and like no words would come out so all I can do is nod.
“How about we continue at the hotel?” He raises his eyebrow in question, and I feel my heartbeat pick up and heat rushing to my core.
“You know what? I think I’d like that,” I whisper and bite my lip to keep a grin from splitting my face into two.
His hand finds the small of my back again as we make our way toward the hotel, fingers drifting lower the moment the crowd thins out. By the time they land on my ass, he's no longer subtle. My hand stays on his hip, gripping a little tighter when he starts to knead me through the denim of my jeans.
A quiet, breathy moan escapes me, uninvited but impossible to hold back, and I hear him mutter a curse under his breath, low and rough.
When the hotel comes into view, something shifts, his steps quicken, his grip on me tightens. He’s practically dragging me now, urgency in every stride, and I can’t help but giggle, half-jogging to keep up with him.
“Someone’s in a hurry,” I tease, breathless and a little dizzy with anticipation.
“Can you blame me?” He lifts his eyebrow at me, turning my cheeks a deep crimson.
I wave lazily at the employees manning the reception. Whether horny or not, some basic manners never disappear, but as soon as the elevator doors close behind Reed and me, all bets are off.
He pins me against the cold elevator wall, arms stretched above my head, wrists caught in one of his hands. His thigh presses between mine, anchoring me in place, and then his mouth crashes onto mine, stealing whatever breath I had left.
“Mine or yours?” he growls against my lips, the words ragged with want.
“Mine. Seven,” I gasp, just before his mouth trails down to my neck, biting and kissing, sending a jolt of heat through me.
His free hand moves roughly over my chest, catching the curve of my breast through the layers, and I moan, arching into his touch. His leg shifts, pressing harder between my thighs, and my breath hitches as it grazes just right. He raises an eyebrow, teasing, testing, and then does it again, slower this time. My body reacts before I can stop it, heat building fast between my legs.
The elevator doors slide open way too soon, and yet not nearly fast enough for my taste. We step out, thankfully alone in the hallway, and he wastes no time. He backs me against the wall beside my door, his hand sliding under my shirt, skimming up my skin until he finds my breasts. I’m digging through my pocket, heart racing, trying to find my key.
A beep, the lock clicks, and a moment later we’re inside, the door swinging shut behind us.
My shirt hits the floor. My bra follows, our shoes are kicked into a corner and neither of us is slowing down.
“Damn. You’re an epiphany,” he breathes, his eyes raking over every inch of my exposed skin. “Your body looks like it was made for me.”
I open my mouth to say something back, but he leans in and takes my nipple between his lips. A groan slips out as he licks, then bites, driving me just crazy enough to make me dig my fingers into his back.
“Off,” I gasp, tugging at his shirt. He doesn’t hesitate, yanking it over his head.
“Not so bad yourself,” I tease, but the grin barely lasts before he drops to his knees, pulling my pants down in one smooth motion. In the next breath, he lifts me like I weigh nothing and presses me against the wall. My legs wrap around him on instinct, and his hips grind into mine, his hard cock still behind denim, mine behind damp, thin fabric, the friction maddening.
I groan, letting my head fall back against the wall. He takes that as his invitation to abuse my neck, sucking and biting as his hand roughly kneads my breast. He wanders deeper and deeper until he reaches my breast and sucks my nipple into his mouth again, licking it, lapping at it, as I move my hips, trying to gain friction where I’m aching for him. I’m so lost in his touch, so lost in him , I don’t even notice his other hand wandering down my front and pulling aside my panties until he nudges a finger into my wet entrance.
Moaning, my hips move on their own, wanting him deeper, harder.
“You like that?” he growls against my breast, glancing up at me. “Damn, look at you, so beautiful as you ride my fingers. Take what you need.”
He chuckles lowly, his finger driving into me faster, joined by a second one that makes me shout his name and dig my fingers into his shoulder.
“Reed!” I moan and then, suddenly, the wall behind my back disappears and I’m floating. I squeal in surprise when Reed drops me on the bed and my back bounces off the mattress with the force he threw us on there.
He looks at me with dark hunger in his eyes, as I writhe on the sheets, his eyes burning into my skin.
“What the hell are you waiting for?” I whine and arch my back in a way that makes my breasts perk up. Reed's tongue darts out to wet his lips as he leans forward, fingers snaking under the sides of my panties and ever so slowly sliding them down my legs, his eyes transfixed on my pussy.
“Fuck, Abby. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He takes off his pants and I lick my lips when I see his dick for the first time. It’s big. Bigger than most other dicks I’ve had inside me but not so big that he will tear me apart.
Climbing on the bed and crawling towards me, he looks like a predator about to tear apart his prey, and wow, that man can devour me anytime. The intensity in his piercing blue eyes sends a shiver down my spine. How could I have ever doubted that he wanted me? That look makes it feel like I'm the only person in the world to him, like no one else exists in his gaze but me.
I feel the warmth his body radiates on every inch of skin as he captures my lips with his, the kiss rough, hard, and merciless, like he’s taking what he wants and I can do nothing but give it to him, clawing at his back and running my fingers through his hair. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you forget the rest of the world exists, the kind that you lose yourself in, that consumes you like a fire.
He swallows my moans as his hands explore my body, caressing every inch, fingertips dancing over my skin, making me arch into his touch and whine for him to finally touch me where I crave him the most.
“Patience,” he whispers with a grin, clearly amused, and I pinch his hip. “Hey!”
“I’ll give you patience, get the fuck on with it,” I hiss and dig my fingernails into his shoulders, making him chuckle. Finally, he has mercy on me and kisses a path down my body, taking his sweet time. He licks my breast and blows where his saliva coats my skin, making a shiver run through my body as he pushes two of his fingers back inside me.
“Fuck, yes, Reed!” I moan breathily and arch my back, burying my hands in his hair as he kisses his way further down my body, pumping his fingers inside me with a lazy rhythm, grazing my walls until he finds just the right angle to hit the spot that makes me scream out a moan and tighten my grip on him.
He pulls my legs over his shoulders, leaning his chin just over my pubic bone, his tongue flicking over his lip as he watches me trying to meet his fingers thrusting inside me.
I force my eyes open, and when I look down, I meet his eyes, twinkling with hunger and mischief. He nudges his chin over my inner thigh, making me whimper as his five-o’clock shadow scrapes along my skin, before he leans forward. His tongue dips inside me to join his fingers for a moment, then he licks his way to my clit, and when he gives it a flick with his tongue, my hands tighten in his hair, and I moan loud enough to wake my neighbors.
“Oh, God,” I cry out and my legs jerk around his head as a tingly sensation in my core announces my orgasm building. “Yes, Reed! Fuck. Just like that.”
Quickly, he grabs my legs and holds them in place with his arms, his fingers driving me closer and closer to my release. Drawing circles around my clit with his tongue, he adds another finger inside me, preparing me for his girth by scissoring my insides and I feel the familiar tingle intensifying as he plays me like we’ve been doing this all of our lives.
“I’m so close,” I press out through a moan and he grunts, increasing his efforts and lifting his hand to my breast, roughly squeezing it and sending a jolt of pleasure through my body that makes every nerve in my body tingle with what feels like an electric shock. Only a few more seconds and I’m there, ready to burst.
“Yes. Reed, oh fuck, yes,” I scream as my walls start to convulse around his fingers and my whole body trembles with pleasure as I fight for each breath. But he doesn’t let up, increasing the speed of his fingers inside me and his tongue on my sensitive clit.
Keeping my eyes open takes effort, but when I look down, I see a cocky grin tugging on his lips, a smug expression on his face as he crawls up my body. He pulls my lip between his teeth, watching me as I try to catch my breath then takes it away again when he kisses me.
I moan when I taste myself on his tongue, aftershocks of my orgasm still making my body tremble. My hands trace patterns down his body, exploring his chest, his abs, and his ass. And I can’t help myself. I’ve seen so many asses today, I just have to slap it, the sound louder than I anticipated.
“You have a really nice ass.” I giggle into the kiss and then I squeal, suddenly on top of him. That’s perfect though, giving me ample opportunity to explore his body while I recover from this doozy of an orgasm. I still feel like I’m on cloud nine and at the same time like a truck just ran me over.
I sit back, his cock nestled against my ass, and look at him, fully aware that my pussy is dripping onto his abs. He’s beautiful, his body as perfectly toned as the statues we saw this morning. But he is real and warm, and soft, and now thrusting his hips up, making me groan when it causes friction against my sensitive pussy.
Fair to say, I’m ready to continue.
But first, I want to make him squirm a little. So I lean down to kiss him while my hands move over his torso with feathering touches, feeling goosebumps form under my touch.
His hands wander up my thighs, then around my hips until they find my ass and he grabs it roughly, squeezing it and pulling my pussy snugly against his abs. He swallows my groan, exchanging it for one of his own when I reach back and fist his warm cock. It’s hot and velvety, hardening more in my hand as I gently start stroking it.
“Yes, baby,” he groans, gripping my ass harder and thrusting into my loose fist. “Need to be inside you.”
“Please tell me you have a condom,” I whisper against his lips and he nods fervently. I climb off him and he pushes me on my back again before he leans so far off the bed I’m afraid he’ll fall off in an attempt to reach his pants without having to get up. While he fumbles, trying to find his wallet, my hands wander over myself and I moan obscenely when I circle my clit with my finger, trying to make him hurry.
“Hands off, that’s mine,” he growls, finally having found his wallet and ripping the tiny foil package out of it, throwing the wallet over his shoulder and probably knocking something off my table. I raise my eyebrow at him and narrow my eyes.
“Make me.”
Heat blazes in his eyes as he watches me throw my head back while circling my clit again, watching him through my eyelashes as he rolls the condom onto his dick. Then, before I get another chance to tease him, he pounces.
In a flash, he is between my legs. Pushing them apart, he teases my clit with the head of his condom-clad cock as he gathers my arms and pins my wrists above my head with only one of his hands.
Fuck, that’s hot. I already liked it in the elevator but this? I’m intrigued. And really fucking turned on.
"Ready?" he asks, the teasing in his voice making room for gentleness, and when I nod, he pushes inside me slowly, carefully gauging my reaction to taking him bit by bit and biting his own smile when he is finally fully seated inside me.
I’m not going to lie, it stings. But in the best way. In a delicious, ‘I’ll definitely feel him tomorrow’ way.
"God that feels good," I groan when he adjusts his balance and moves slightly inside me. "I’m good. Give it to me."
"You want it hard, little tease?" he taunts me playfully and pulls out painfully slowly. I slap his chest and his smile turns dark. His hand is still unrelenting against my wrists, but the other one pulls my leg around his hip and then he slams back inside me so roughly it almost knocks the air out of my lungs.
“Ohh fuck, yes!”
"God, the way you feel around me," he mumbles against my neck, and I push my other leg around his waist too, locking them behind his back, caging him to me as he pulls out, to thrust again just as roughly.
I moan and writhe, feeling myself move up the bed until my head almost hits the headboard. He curses under his breath and pulls me down again. Then in a blink, I'm on all fours, face-down into the mattress, and he drives himself inside me from behind, hitting the perfect angle as he fucks me.
"Yes, right there!" I shout as I feel my orgasm build. His fingers tangle in my hair until he suddenly makes a fist and pulls me up with it until my back is flush against his chest, his head leaning on my shoulder, face right next to his. He lets go of my hair and instead grabs my breast, keeping me upright and giving it a rough squeeze, his other hand wandering between my legs, circling my clit until my groans become incoherent and the smile on his face widens.
"Come on, babe, fucking come for me again," he growls into my ear as the circles he draws around my clit become quicker and quicker and my screams become louder and the pace of his thrusts quickens and then I'm there again, fireworks going off behind my eyes as my whole body trembles with pleasure.
My walls convulse around him as he fucks me through my orgasm, my fingers buried in his back and I’m sure my nails will leave some gnarly scratches, but I don’t care. I see stars and all I can do is hold on and try not to float away when he joins me only moments later, with my name on his lips.