Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
Bang out the details
LILA
I awkwardly wedge my hand into the scant space separating us to offer a shake. “Shall we seal the deal?”
Reed glances at my hand, then arches a sexy brow at me. “Usually, there’s paperwork for that. Not a handshake in a compromising position.”
“Compromising?”
His gaze seductively travels from my face to my throat before he takes a long, lingering look at my cleavage. He leans forward an inch, eating up the view down my shirt. As he leisurely returns his focus to my face, his tongue swipes across his lips, leaving them glistening.
I pulse with need, feeling a tremble at the apex of my thighs.
Apparently, the relief from exposing all my secrets has gone straight to my harlot clit. Reed’s experiencing a similar reaction in his rapidly growing erection.
With a single rock of my hips, I draw an upward thrust from him.
That’s all the encouragement I need.
“Well, I don’t have a pen or paper on me.” I hover my lips over his and waggle my brows. “Maybe we should make this pact official in another way.”
His eyes turn feral in a heartbeat. “Take your fucking clothes off,” he orders.
“I was thinking a kiss,” I stammer, already shifting off him to comply. “Although this works.”
He was in me only hours ago, and I’m desperate to have him again.
Reed wastes no time in unzipping his pants and shimmying them off. “We can kiss too, but I need to make you scream my name before we leave.”
Taking my cue from him, I leave my top on, only stripping from the waist down. As soon as my lower half is exposed, he reaches for me. I expect him to pull me back to his lap, but he does me one better.
His large hand eases between my thighs, rubbing along the seam of my pussy in long strokes. Involuntarily, I spread my legs to give him room to work and add a sway to my hips.
“Mmm. You’re already wet for me, you wanton little thing.” While working his palm back and forth under me, he pins me with the most scorching smolder I’ve ever seen. “Fuck, Lila. I need a quick taste.”
“Who am I to deny you?” I survey our surroundings to find the most efficient way to honor his wish. My inexperience shows when I just stand there, pulsating over his palm. “How do you want me?”
“Every way imaginable for starters,” he jokes without smiling, which makes me wonder how serious he might be. He pats the couch. “Put one leg up here.”
Fighting off my timidness, I do as instructed. Despite the lack of grace I showed dismounting his motorcycle, I manage to prop my leg up without tumbling onto my butt. That’s a win in my book.
Exposed to him in broad daylight this way, I’m tempted to ask him for a different position. In the dark. Under a blanket, perhaps.
Before the words meet my tongue, he’s already shifted to the edge of the couch and lined up his face with my needy core. He dives in with a hungry vigor, using my elevated leg to hold me against his mouth.
All my shyness turns into a mist that I swallow with a blissful inhale. One hand falls to his head, and the other to his broad shoulder.
Who said anything about wanting a different position? Certainly not me.
If I was able to expose all my secrets to him, I can expose a body part he seems to have taken a shine to.
He finds my clit in record time, lapping at it with the flat of his tongue. My hips flex involuntarily, driving me against his face. There’s no teasing or gentle exploration. He’s all fire and need, eating me like I’m a delicacy he’s been yearning for.
And it’s really doing it for me.
When he slips two fingers inside my pussy, I see stars. And when he scissors them, I fear I might black out.
He looks up at me, pulling his mouth away just long enough to say, “You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t get enough of you.”
If he’s full of bull, he’s the best liar on the planet. It’s impossible to doubt his words when he’s gazing at me with that much affection and my arousal glistening on his lips and chin.
Against all odds, he’s somehow helping me see myself through his eyes.
As he returns to his mission, I close my eyes and toss my head back. Every few seconds, I give in to the urge to apply a little pressure to his head, driving his face harder against my core. And when I do, he offers an appreciative squeeze of my butt with his free hand.
In almost no time, he brings me to the precipice with the perfect amount of suction on my clit, which he alternates with ravenous swirls of his tongue. As if that wasn’t enough, he dips his fingers in and out of me in a contrasting rhythm, which gives me no reprieve from the onslaught of pleasure.
“Oh my god, Reed. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
He responds with a growl against my sensitive flesh and continues his assault on my senses.
I need to strengthen my grip on him to stay upright as my legs start to buckle.
Instead of deterring him, my quaking body makes him double down.
He tugs my clit between his lips, flicking it feverishly with the tip of his tongue and sucking it like a wild beast.
My breathing accelerates until I’m nothing but a writhing mess of pleasure and raspy sounds. I have no clue how I’m still standing. Most likely, I’m levitating.
One second, I’m on earth, and the next, I’m spiraling into the abyss. Tremors rock my body, and my pussy spasms, locking his fingers deep inside me. My climax greets me in the clouds, showing me the end of the universe and beyond.
A slew of unintelligible words crescendos out of my mouth. I seem to have lost the ability to silence or interpret them. For all I know, I might be cussing, screeching, or translating hieroglyphics into Spanish.
“Just like that,” Reed enthusiastically lauds me between licks and nibbles. “Fuck yes, cookie.” One last pump of his fingers before he pulls them out.
His movements turn languid as I steadily return from my journey around the sun. After one last long lick, he breathes his praise over my quivering flesh. “Good girl. You taste so damn sweet.”
When I become oversensitive, I jerk away from his devilish mouth. Instead of releasing me fully, he helps me steady myself as I lower my leg to the floor.
He’s so dang sweet.
That orgasm launched out of me so fast I didn’t even have time to worry that I’d squirt all over his face, which is a relief because the panic would have no doubt swept the pleasure away.
Reed slides toward the middle of the couch, grabbing my hand to pull me with him. Thankfully, my legs keep me upright.
My gaze falls to Reed’s lap and his rigid cock, where it stands proudly. I wonder how much I can fit in my mouth.
He demands my attention with this bossy velvet tone, all rasp and wanton desire. “Get back on my lap, cookie.”
Although my body moves onto him via autopilot, I can’t help but wonder if I’m missing out on a tremendous blow job opportunity. He’s so horned up, he won’t notice if I’m terrible at it.
I’m tempted to tell him I want to reciprocate, but as soon as I’m on his lap, he slams his lips on mine. In the same feral way he attacked my pussy, he consumes my mouth. I forgot how much I like kissing him after he’s brought me to climax on his tongue. It’s illicit and a bit naughty.
His hands work their way under my shirt, skimming up my back before coming to the front to fondle my breasts. He quickly loses his patience with my shirt, tugging it up by the hem. “Get this thing the fuck off. I want your tits in my mouth when you ride me.”
Only an idiot would say no to that offer. I can already feel my next orgasm brewing.
I remove my shirt at lightning speed, as if his dirty words hit my fast-forward button.
He beats me to my bra clasp, wrapping his strong arms around me.
His eyes double in size as he stares at my bare chest, looking back and forth like he can’t decide which one to play with first. As if my chest is a menu.
And for the gentleman, perhaps an overflowing Double D that borders on E cup.
That annoying voice of self-doubt says I should cover up. However, the desire etched into his face and the way he licks his lips as he studies me cut through in a much louder volume.
Why do I want to conceal a body that he’s so painfully frantic to see and touch?
I only come up with one possible reason—it’s a desire to hide from myself. Not from him.
Oof. That hits a bit too hard. If I linger any longer on those types of thoughts, I’ll end up crying and not from pleasure.
In the next breath, I easily forget my insecurities. Reed sucks my right nipple into his mouth, shooting arousal through my entire body. Guess he finally made his selection.
As he thrashes his tongue over my stiffening bud, my pussy aches to be filled. The need to have him inside me builds until it’s unbearable. Dragging my clit over his erection while he works me into a frenzy is heavenly. But I need more.
Taking what I want, I encircle the base of his cock and position him at my entrance. He pops his slick lips off my breast, gazing down our bodies to where we’re joining. His jaw sags, and his eyes dance like he can’t get enough of how it looks to disappear inside me.
Unfortunately, I can’t get a good view over my breasts and rounded belly. Instead, I watch his awe-filled expression as I bring him deeper into my body, one inch at a time.
His brows draw in tight, and his upper lip curls as if he’s holding back from slamming his hips. He’s mesmerizing. Turns out, I have the better view.
Watching this pleasure overtake him is everything.
Too desperate to draw this out, I sink down on him quickly. When he bottoms out inside me, my head falls back as a moan unleashes from the depths of my chest. I adjust the position of my knees on the couch, and he slips in an inch farther. Maybe two.
Okay, now he’s bottomed out. Earlier was a false alarm.
He’s so deep inside me he could probably tickle my tonsils.
His loving gaze returns to my face, eyes a blazing inferno. “Fuck, cookie. You’re so hot and tight for me.” He accentuates his words with a few upward pulses of his hips.