12. Chapter Twelve - Abby
Abby
T here is nothing gentle in the way that Reed sets me down and pushes me face-first onto the bed. He yanks my dress up, baring my ass and soaked pussy to him, then thrusts inside me hard, no warning, filling me in one rough move.
“Fuck, yes!” I scream, grabbing at the covers as he thrusts in me with a vengeance, hard and fast and unrelenting. It only takes minutes for my orgasm to start building. I arch my back, shoving myself against his thrusts, matching his pace. His arms slide around me, and with one sharp yank, he pulls my dress down, freeing my breasts. They bounce hard with every rough slam he drives into me and he grips one of them hard, kneading it as he pounds into me, pushing me closer to my release.
“You’re so pretty when you’re too far gone to speak, when I fuck you out of breath,” he growls right next to my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He tangles his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back and making me turn until he can reach my lips with his. “Shame I’m the only one seeing you come. Should have made you come in the car, for all the world to see. For everyone to hear.”
I moan into his mouth, holding onto his hot arm, tight around my belly as he fucks me faster, and then his hand lets go of my breast and wanders down my front and suddenly his finger circles my clit, teasing it in the same rhythm as his thrusts, and before I even fully grasp what’s happening, I unravel.
All the tension that’s built up over the afternoon, all the desire and need, the urge to come I’ve had for the past hour as he kept me on edge, it all comes crashing down on me with a vengeance, drowning me in a wave of pleasure and relief.
I swear, I see stars behind my eyes as the orgasm shakes through me.
I can’t see, I can’t hear, and the only thing I can feel is Reed driving into me over and over, fucking me through my orgasm and right into the next one as he growls into my ear how beautiful I am when I come, as he plays my body like a fiddle, not letting me catch my breath.
My second orgasm slams through me, hard and fast, and Reed’s right there, grunting as he spills deep inside. My body clamps tight around him, shaking uncontrollably as he keeps pounding, not stopping until he’s drained, both of us gasping and shuddering, fighting for breath.
“Now we’re even for today,” he chuckles breathlessly, and I playfully hit his arm, still tight around my middle.
“Fuck, Reed.” I sigh and let my head fall against his shoulder as he rests in me for a few more moments. Then I suddenly tense, turning my head to look at him. “Shit. Did you use a condom?”
“…Fuck,” he whispers, tensing up and looks at me with wide eyes, then pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales a deep sigh. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’m clean and on birth control,” I assure him softly, lifting my hand to run my fingers through his hair reassuringly as he presses a kiss onto my shoulder.
“I’m also clean. So are we good?”
“Yeah, we’re good,” I confirm and slowly but surely the tension seeps out of my shoulders. He presses a kiss to the side of my head before he slowly pulls out of me. I want to go to the bathroom for a nice, long shower, but he stops me.
“I want to see,” he murmurs, his gaze somehow turning hungry again. Seriously? Already?
“Want to see what?”
His finger slides inside me, and I wince as I realize what he means. His cum is leaking out, trickling slow and warm down my thighs, mixing with my own wetness.
“Yeah, I get it, you’ve marked me.” I roll my eyes and wave him off. “Now I really need to shower. You got me so fucking wet I feel like I’ve peed myself.”
“Fucking hot,” he whispers and leans down, hands on my hips to keep me from walking away as he licks a path up my thigh to catch a drop. I shudder, but I don’t think I have another orgasm in me for now and let him lead me to the shower.
“To a fun day.” Reed raises his glass of champagne, and I clink mine against it with a soft smile. After our shower, I mentioned my plan to make the most of the balcony with an Instagram-worthy evening out here. And now we’re both wrapped in fluffy hotel bathrobes, barefoot, lounging side by side as the Eiffel Tower glows in shades of gold and amber.
“So, was your brother right?” Reed asks curiously and I lean my head against his shoulder. “Is Paris making you fall for it?”
I take a second to think about his question as I swirl my glass and think about everything I’ve experienced over the few days.
“It definitely made me change my opinion of it,” I finally admit and take a sip of my champagne. “The people here are nicer than I thought and now that I’ve actually seen the pretty parts of Paris, I can at least understand why so many people are in love with it. I think I’d come here again one day.”
He looks at me suggestively and I poke his calf with my foot.
“As in travel here again,” I clarify and narrow my eyes at him, making him chuckle. Then he takes the glass out of my hands and sets it down on the table.
“Coming in Paris can definitely be arranged, though.” He pulls me onto his lap, so we both face the tower, his hand immediately sliding up my thigh with determination. “Be quiet,” he whispers right next to my ear and loosens the knot on my bathrobe, making it fall open.
“What are y—Reed!” I hiss, looking around in a panic. But the side of the balcony covers me… well, most of me.
“Shhh,” he whispers and covers my mouth with his hand as the other one quickly slips under my robe and heads straight for my pussy. My hands grab onto his arm, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his bathrobe.
“I know you liked that,” he chuckles lowly as two of his fingers dip inside me, still wet from our hot and touchy shower session before, his thumb rubbing my clit. “You wanted them to hear you, didn’t you?” He spreads his fingers, crooking them, until he finds the spot that makes me inhale a sharp breath and bite my lip so hard I’m afraid to break the skin.
“Now I can make you come right here,” he whispers, his breath feathering over my ear sending a shiver down my spine as he takes his hand off my mouth. Yes, that’s it, not the words leaving his mouth. “Do you want all of Paris to know what you sound like? How you shout my name when you lose yourself in pleasure?”
I close my eyes and focus on exhaling through my nose. Fuck. Staying quiet has never been so hard.
“Eyes open, sweetheart.” He nips at my earlobe and I do as he says. “You’re so wet for me again,” he whispers. “I knew you’d like this.”
I want to shout, want to hit him or turn around to ride his fingers, but all I can do is let him fuck me with his fingers, whispering reminders of the car ride into my ear as I try to breathe, try to keep quiet. But I can’t stop the soft whimpers when he starts pushing that spot in me, over and over again, lips stretching into a grin against my shoulder as he renders me mindless, completely gone, my body tense and begging for him to make me come again.
“Touch your breasts,” he whispers, voice rough, and I pull open my robe, hands cupping them, pinching my nipples hard as he plays my body like a lover of many years, his other hand clamping over my mouth to stifle my moans as he pumps faster, relentless. Just as the Eiffel Tower starts sparkling in the distance, my orgasm rips through me, leaving me shaking in his hold, stifling my moans to soft whimpers.
Reed holds me close until the shivering stops and when he pulls his fingers out of me, I grimace at the obscene sound it makes.
“Coming in Paris is turning out to be my favorite thing,” I admit softly and snuggle closer. I know this is a vacation fling—we’ve had that conversation after all. But damn. Today makes me wish it could be more.