Chapter 44 Sweet, sweet fantasy, baby #2
Oh my god. I’m dead.
Turns out, I was a better girl in life than I thought. Figured I’d be burning in hell instead of soaking in heaven’s bathtub with the tattooed arch angel of desire.
My neck loosens, making my head loll forward. An unrestrained moan escapes me. “Mmm. That feels lovely. You don’t have to—”
He cuts off my sentence when he digs into a patch of angry tension between my neck and outer shoulders, whatever it’s called. The trapezius, maybe? Rhombus? Or the dorkus minor? You know the spot I’m talking about. It’s the part of your upper body that’s always slutty for a good massage.
“You’re way too tense,” he rumbles in my ear. “And I want to take care of you.”
A lazy smile crests my lips. “A month ago, I could’ve sworn you wanted to stab me.”
His laugh vibrates along my spine. “Oh, I sure as hell did. With my cock.”
“All that ire was just pent-up sexual frustration. Is that your story?”
“Yep. Along with all the other shit. But that’s ancient history.” He stops the massage, snakes his arms under mine, and encircles my slippery breasts in his hands. “Now, I’ve got you right where I want you.”
“Your goal was the tub? A bit unconventional.”
He rolls his thumbs over my nipples, making them stiffen and poke through the bubbles. “Among other places. I also wanted you in my bed. Bent over my couch. On the kitchen counter. Up against the wall. On my bike. And anywhere else I can have you.”
The sultry teasing fades from his tone, making room for a wisp of vulnerability. He stops fondling my breasts, moving his hands under them and pulling me tight against him. His hardening cock digs into my backside.
“Lila, I just want you with me any way I can get you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.
” There’s an audible swallowing sound emanating from him.
“Earlier, you mentioned that we haven’t labeled our relationship.
I just want you to be mine. I’m already yours.
Call it whatever you want. Just don’t ever leave me again. ”
I caress his forearms lovingly.
Maybe Reed’s a little cuckoo too. He just never had anyone to cling to until now. When I go to therapy, I’m bringing him with me so we don’t end up in a codependent relationship that turns toxic until it withers on the vine.
Craning my neck, I look up at him and smile. Big chestnut eyes burn into mine with flecks of gold brightening them. He’s stunning from any angle. But this one is near the top of my list.
I’ve seen this expression before. Not from him, but from his twin in that wedding photo where he was gazing at the blond woman. He was so painfully in love with her.
And that’s how Reed’s looking at me now.
Twisting my upper body for an even better view, I cup his cheek with my sudsy hand. Delicately, I brush the bubbles off his late-day scruff, reveling in the slight scratch against my skin.
His brows draw, and his eyes darken with an inky swell of anguish. He’s studying me as if he’s searching for something or begging me to answer what I didn’t realize was a question.
“Lila, please.” There’s a slight tremble in his breathy tone I’ve never heard from him before. It’s heartbreaking in a way that’s so familiar I could cry.
And I might.
His desperation swirls around us until I’m drowning in it right along with him. The air thins, making it harder to fill my lungs.
Before we both suffocate, I find my words. “Don’t give me a reason to go, and I won’t.”
Some of the tension marring his handsome face begins to melt.
I drive it out the rest of the way, when I add, “I promise I’m not going anywhere without you.”
His eyes flutter closed as he moves in for a soft kiss. With a measured slowness, he works his mouth over mine. Using the slightest suction, he tugs my lips between his. It’s as if he’s drinking me down in small sips, savoring me like a fine wine.
When our tongues finally touch, all my patience for the slow burn disappears.
I moan into his mouth, unable to quell my reaction, and my hands roam with an almost angry determination.
I can’t get enough of him. His hand drifts from my chin to the back of my neck, and he pulls me closer.
His fingertips dig into my flesh, branding me with his touch.
A whimper escapes from deep inside me that would embarrass me if I weren’t overcome with wanton need. There’s just something about when he manhandles me. I freaking love it.
Right when I’m about to straddle him, he breaks the kiss. Our raspy breaths echo off the tile. His eyes aren’t those of a vulnerable, wounded man anymore. They’re dark with desire.
“Turn around like you were,” he orders in a voice dripping with dominance.
I instantly comply, moving so abruptly the water sloshes over the edge of the tub. Oops. I’ll wipe that up later.
He slips one hand down the center of my body, bending his torso until his fingers find their target. Right between my thighs.
“Open for me, cookie.”
Some of the bubbles clear when I surge my legs open, giving me a glimpse of his hand diving lower.
He cups my entire pussy in his large palm. “That’s my good girl.”
I’m tempted to grind against his hand, but I resist. I’d rather wait for him to tell me what to do.
He licks the sensitive spot under my ear. “Want me to make you come, baby?”
I melt against him, becoming a pliant vessel at his mercy. “Yes, please.”
He languidly spears his fingers through the slick flesh of my pussy, rubbing and teasing me. Using his other hand, he flicks and rolls my nipple, making my back arch instinctively. “You like that, don’t you?”
I nod, suddenly finding words hard to come by. Who needs ‘em, amirite?
Reed runs his mouth along the curve of my neck, sucking and nipping at my slick skin. My eyes roll back when he locates my clit, pinching it between the pads of his fingers.
He drags his tongue along the shell of my ear. “I’m gonna cover your mouth with my hand. Not to cut off your breathing or anything like that. Just so you can’t talk right now.”
My snarky side arrives late to the party. “Why? Do you hate my voice?”
“No, I fucking love your voice.” He rubs my clit in tight circles, maintaining the same lazy speed. “But right now, there’s only one sound I want you to make. And I want to hear it on repeat, getting louder and more needy until you come for me.”
Goose flesh tickles my skin as his warm breath fans over my neck. “Oh?”
Yet again, I’m dishing out the best responses in the history of responses.
He bites the fleshy part of my earlobe, drawing a moan out of me. “When we were kissing, you gave me the sweetest little whimper. I fucking love drawing that sound out of you.”
Moving with deliberate intention, he places his wet hand over my mouth and applies the softest pressure, tugging my head fully against his chest. “I bet you’ll make that sound again if I hold you like this and play with your pretty little pussy. Would you like that?”
As promised, he doesn’t cover my airway or cause any pain. Instead of trying to speak, I nod my agreement.
“That’s my perfect girl.” He kisses my temple, letting his mouth hover. “Just push my hand away if you need to. Okay?”
I answer with another nod and let my eyelids flutter shut.
He amps up the pressure on my clit, switching from tight circles to tantalizing strokes that tease my opening.
“Now all you need to do is let me make you feel good.” His fully engorged erection presses into me from behind.
“You don’t need to worry about what to say.
Or what to do. Just relax and keep those sexy, thick thighs open for me. That’s all.”
The next pass he makes over my clit spurs my hips to thrust. I mewl in pleasure, the sound dampered by his hand.
“Yes, cookie. That’s the sound. Just like that.”
The slight apprehension I had about this rapidly dissipates into the ether. He’s right. There’s no thought required. No fears. No pressure to sound sexy. All I need to do is get lost in the way he’s pleasing me.
“Let me see how you sound when I slip a finger inside you.”
My breathing sharply increases, making my chest heave.
“Fuck yes. You like that.” He pumps his finger in and out in subtle strokes. “Let’s see how you sound when I add another one.”
After briefly retracting his first finger, he returns with another. I start moaning before he even gets them halfway in.
“Listen to you. This pussy needs to be filled, doesn’t it?”
I try to answer in the affirmative, but it’s just a high-pitched keening sound.
And he freaking loves it.
“That’s it. Yes, baby. That’s what I want. You sound so fucking sexy like that.” The water splashes around us when he picks up the pace, his hand thrusting faster and harder. “Want me to stretch you out so you’re ready for my cock? Can I fit another finger in this pussy?”
He doesn’t wait for my response this time, pushing a third finger inside me on his next stroke. My moans crescendo, the pitch spiking higher.
“You’re being so damn good for me. Letting me play with your body like this. You know I’m gonna take care of you, don’t you?” He kisses and licks my neck, continuing his relentless pleasure assault on me. “I can’t wait to hear how sweet you sound when your pussy flutters around my fingers.”
He keeps faint pressure with his hand on my mouth, and it’s comforting like I’m tethered to him. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t be sure I was still on earth. He’s got me soaring through the clouds.
Somehow, he launches me higher into the stratosphere when his thumb finds my clit, battering it with each downward pulse of his hand.
“Mmm,” I whimper into his palm, this time louder and more desperate.
Well, he wanted to hear me. Mission accomplished.
With his fingers pumping inside me and his thumb on my clit, I couldn’t hold back my cries if I tried.
His breathing picks up, making his voice even huskier. “Oh, you’re getting close, aren’t you, sweet girl? Listen to you. Crying and whining for me. Do you hear how sexy you sound? That’s all you. You’re fucking perfect.”
The sensations batter me from all sides. The heat of his chest against my back. The warmth of his breath against my neck. The slickness of his hand on my mouth. The splashing of the warm water. The way he’s expertly hurdling me toward my climax.
And those words. Those dirty, delicious, filthy, praise-filled words.
It’s too much and somehow not enough.
It’s perfection.
The sounds this man is pulling out of me would make a porn star blush.
“Damn. You sound like such a needy little thing. You want to come, don’t you?
I bet you fucking need it as much as I need you.
” He withdraws one finger, leaving two inside, and he cricks them just right to hit that special spot deep inside.
“Let me have it, Lila. Whenever you’re ready, you can come for me. ”
All it takes is an extra hint of pressure on my clit to unlock that coil of euphoria and make me explode.
I try to scream his name, but for the first time, he firms up his grip on my mouth to truly cut off my ability to speak.
It’s possessive and hot. He’s controlling me and my pleasure. I love it so much.
His voice is grittier when he lauds me through my climax. “Such a good girl. You sound so beautiful when you come for me. I can’t wait to fuck you and hear it again and again for the rest of our lives.”
Lights flash, angels sing, and tremors rack my body. Reed keeps the pressure on my clit and taps my G-spot, prolonging the bliss until he’s rung out every last drop.
He pulls his fingers out at glacial speed, letting me feel how deep he was inside me. I give him one last muffled whimper.
Gingerly, he releases my mouth. My jaw drops, and I gasp for air as I come down from my high.
“Oh, my god. That was . . .” My lungs deflate, stealing my words and leaving me panting. “That was something. I should shut up more often.”
“Catch your breath, cookie. I’m not done with you yet.”