Chapter 12
twelve
I WHITE-KNUCKLED the wheel the entire drive home, and the silence between us nearly drove me crazy. Reid was quiet, and he was never quiet, which would’ve worried me if I hadn’t seen his fists clenched in his lap as he tried not to look at me.
I barely remembered getting out of the car or unlocking the front door, but everything became clear as glass as soon as the door slammed shut behind us.
Reid dove for my mouth at the same time I reached for him, and we devoured each other as we tried to kick off our shoes.
We stumbled together down the hall, our lips not leaving each other for longer than it took to remove our shirts.
Bursting into my bedroom, we fell into the door, Reid’s hands in my hair and mine holding him against me.
I heard his pants fall to the floor, and then he reached for mine. When he unbuttoned my jeans, my eyes flew open, and I realized what I’d been about to let happen.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I said, grabbing his wrists and pushing him back a little. “I don’t want”—deep breath—“to rush this.”
“If you’re worried I’m gonna change my mind—”
“No.” I struggled for more air, trying to calm my fucking libido down. “It’s not that.”
Reid’s forehead puckered. “Wait, have you changed your mind?”
“God, no.” I lowered his hand to the front of my jeans, where my cock twitched as soon as he came into contact. “Trust me. Fuck no, I haven’t. But I want you too much for this to be over in the next five minutes.”
When I let go of him, he backed up, his calves bumping into the bedframe. He turned to look at what he’d run into, and at the sight of my king-size bed, he said, “Oh God.” He looked back at me, then back at the bed, then me again. “You’re right. You are. Shit.”
He rubbed his stomach like he was going to be sick, and I hoped like hell he wasn’t thinking this was all a mistake now that reality was setting in.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Why do I feel nervous all of a sudden?”
“Are you upset?”
“No. Not upset.”
“Scared?”
“Um… I don’t think so.”
“Anxious?”
He swallowed. “Y-yes, I think maybe that.”
I took a step toward him. “How do you feel now?”
“Like…I want you to come closer.”
Another step. “And now?”
I was near enough that Reid reached out and placed his hand against my stomach. “I don’t think it’s nerves I’m feeling anymore.”
I covered his hand with mine. “Reid?”
“Yes?”
“Get on the bed.”
His eyes widened slightly, but then he did as he was told and scooted back onto the mattress, clad in only a pair of dark grey boxer briefs.
I kept my jeans on for the moment, because I needed that barrier if I was gonna even attempt to take things slowly.
Climbing onto the mattress, I reveled in how Reid tracked me, with lust swirling behind those brown eyes.
He lifted up on his knees when I did, and I took his face between my hands.
“You can stop this at any time,” I said, because a tiny sliver still held me back until I heard the words I needed to hear coming out of his mouth.
“I don’t want to stop.”
Bringing his face to mine, I sucked on his bottom lip, and when he moaned, I pushed my tongue inside the hot, wet heat of his mouth.
If this was all I’d ever have, our mouths fused together and nothing else, I knew I’d still die a happy man. But Reid’s appetite seemed to fully match mine, because he lowered himself to his back, and pulled me down with him.
Stretching out beside him, I trailed my fingertips down between his pecs, then over his stomach, and I could see the way his body trembled under my touch. “Are you still nervous?”
“Not because of you.”
I smiled. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” Farther down I went, my fingers sneaking beneath the band of his boxer briefs to sweep over the smooth skin there that led to soft curls that I knew would be as dark as the hair on his head.
Reid’s breath hitched. “It won’t be. Trust me.” His erection strained, thick and hard against the thin material, and I captured his lips in a kiss before moving my hand to cup him.
He gasped against my mouth as I stroked him through the fabric, his kisses turning hungry, and then he broke away just enough to say, “That feels…so good.” When he arched his back, it sent his hips bucking up into my hand, greedy and eager. This was where I wanted him, desperate for more.
But he wasn’t the only one needing more.
I lifted up, settling on my knees, and then took a hold of his waistband with both hands. As I peeled the boxer briefs down his body slowly, I savored the sight of seeing him naked and beneath me for the first time.
He was fucking perfect.
Rich brown, close-cropped curls surrounded his flushed cock, the engorged length pointing toward its owner, who watched me with ravenous eyes.
Throwing his briefs aside, I settled in between his thighs, salivating already at getting a taste of what I’d desired for so long—
“Wait.”
I froze.
He took a shaky breath. “Don’t I get to see you?”
I looked down to where I still wore my jeans, though they hung open from where he’d unbuttoned them. “Is that…what you want?” God knew I didn’t want to push him in any way, but fuck…the thought of being naked against him almost sent me straight into an orgasm.
When Reid nodded, licking his lips, there was no way I would deny him of anything he asked for.
I got to my feet as he sat up on his elbows, and then I hooked my thumbs under the waist of my own boxer briefs and pushed them down, along with my jeans, over my hips, letting them both drop to the ground before kicking them away.
Then I went to move back onto the bed, but Reid held his hand up.
“Just stay right there for a minute,” he murmured as his eyes trailed over me.
My heart hammered under his perusal; I’d never been so open and vulnerable under someone’s gaze before, had never had anyone ask to just look at me, not the way Reid was looking at me.
Like he wanted to memorize every inch, like my body held secrets he wanted to slowly uncover.
When his eyes met mine again, the affection I saw there had mixed with his yearning. “You’re beautiful.”
Beautiful. Me. This body of mine, imperfect and scarred, was somehow beautiful to this man, and it was then that I knew there’d be no holding back tonight, not for either of us.
With unsteady hands, I opened the drawer beside my bed and took out a bottle of lube and a condom and set them on top of the dresser.
To his credit, Reid didn’t seem fazed by my assumption.
In fact, as I climbed back onto the bed, he reached for the lube and condom and put them beside him on the mattress.
Oh fuck. He was ready, and we’d only just gotten started. I had to pinch the head of my cock to keep from coming right there on the spot, and when Reid noticed what I was doing, his nostrils flared.
“If you don’t want to come, you should’ve kept your jeans on,” he said, sitting up and moving my hand away so he could take a hold of my erection. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and as he swirled his thumb over the head, my eyes practically rolled back in their sockets.
“Reid… Ah, shit,” I said, as he wrapped his hand around my length and began to jerk me off. My hips thrust forward of their own accord as I grabbed the back of Reid’s neck to hold on tight.
His hand was a fucking master; he knew exactly how hard, how long, and how to switch it up to bring me—and keep me—at the brink.
With a curse, I said, “Not yet,” and forced him onto his back before he could wring an orgasm out of me.
My cock physically ached from the lack of his touch, but tonight wasn’t about me.
No way. It was about the man beneath me, the one I’d fantasized about having in my bed for more months than I could remember at that moment.
He was there, legs spread, and looking up at me the way I’d always imagined.
And then he said two words that had me moving into action.
“Ollie…please.”
I positioned myself between Reid’s thighs, my mouth watering at the sight of him spread out before me. Then I hooked my arms beneath his legs and brought his hips up to my mouth like a feast I was dying to devour.
Which I was.
As my mouth sank down over Reid’s cock, his hips jerked up, and the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.
“Oh God, Ollie,” he said, clutching the bedspread. “Oh God.”
Oh God was right, because His. Fucking. Taste.
There was nothing like it, decadent and spicy, my new favorite meal.
As I pulled back, I made circles around the head of his cock with my tongue, teasing before I sucked him back between my lips.
The satisfaction I got from feeling his erection swelling inside my mouth was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
I made this man crazy. That was evident by the groans I pulled out of him and the way his fingers in my hair tightened to the point of pain.
I knew he was getting close, but I couldn’t decide whether I wanted him to come down my throat or in my ass.
Luckily, Reid made that decision for me.
“Ollie,” he said, breathless. “I want…” He couldn’t get out the words, so he lifted the condom packet lying next to him, and when my eyes caught on that, I slid back up his length with a pop.
I sat back on my heels. “Are you sure?”
“I’m very sure. I want to do this. I want to know what it feels like to be inside you.”
My eyes closed briefly, and when they opened, I knew he had to see the blazing inferno roaring inside them. “Then Reid?”
“Yes?”
“Put on the goddamn condom.”
With fumbling fingers, it took him a couple of tries to rip open the packet, but he managed to slide on the rubber on the first go. My ass clenched in anticipation of having him inside me, and I picked up the lube and flipped open the cap.
“Come here,” I said, and when he joined me, I poured the liquid into my palm and coated his dick. “You’re gonna need to use this. On me too.”