Chapter 17 Lina
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His tongue ran up my slit, swirling my tight hole, before a single digit dove inside my pussy. I pushed against him, moaning as my fingers dug into the table. I wanted him to drive into me, to punish me with his thrusts and his tongue.
“Fuck, Reed. Fuck me with two fingers,” I commanded him, needing more. One was not enough.
“You need to be full, baby?” His lips brushed against my ass when he asked it. His hot breath danced across my skin while his beard burned, sending shivers up my spine.
“Please, Reed. One isn’t enough.”
He was right. The guys I dated were always looking to get themselves off. They rarely took the time to find out what I needed. It was why I was never truly satisfied. Probably why I was always dating, searching for my thirst to be quenched, but never finding it.
He slid two fingers inside me.
“Yes,” I whimpered, grinding against his hand, his tongue diving between my ass cheeks, circling. “Press your thumb against my clit.”
“There we go, baby. Tell me exactly what you need.” His thumb brushed against the sensitive bud, but he didn’t press down. “Set the pace. Make a mess of my hand, and I’ll gladly lap it up.”
I rocked my hips, using the table as leverage. His tongue never stopped. I’d never had anyone eat my ass before, and I was realizing how sensitive it was with each flick of his tongue. It felt fucking amazing.
“Fuck, Reed.”
“You’re fucking drenched. Are you able to come like this, sweetheart?”
I was chasing the climax, seeking the friction and pressure.
His fingers inside me flexed, twisted, and stroked.
But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
I couldn’t help thinking about how large he was.
How full I’d felt that one night together.
How deep he went, hitting every sensitive spot along the way.
The slight stretch of pain. The intensity at the fullness. I wanted that. I fucking needed that.
I shook my head against the table, trying to dislodge the memory.
He stood, pressing his chest against my back, letting me feel the weight of him, while he kissed up my neck, then bit down. I cried out, surprised and fucking needy. Wanting him to mark every part of me. His teeth scraped against the sensitive skin beneath my ear before he soothed it with his lips.
Squirming, I pushed my hips against him, feeling just how thick and hard he was in his pants as he thrust it against my bare ass.
“Can you come like this?” he asked again, punctuating it with a curl of his fingers while his thumb rubbed against my clit.
“No,” I whimpered. I wanted to come so badly, but I needed the foreplay. I needed it to drag out until I was desperate. Until I was right on the edge and the only thing that would push me over the precipice was him diving in deep. “I need you to fill me with your cock. I need you to fuck me.”
“Fuck, Lina,” he groaned, his fingers slowing while his dick pressed against my ass, his jeans rubbing against me.
“Condom. I have condoms in the bathroom,” I managed to say.
“Where?” Reed asked, but his voice turned hard.
I gulped, feeling him pull away from me.
“In my makeup bag on the counter,” I said hurriedly. I started to push away, but Reed shoved me back down.
“Don’t move.”
I heard him walk away, and I turned my head to watch him leave, biting my lip to keep myself from saying “fuck it” and asking him to fuck me raw. I was so close to begging for it. I wanted him to fuck me. To fuck me until I could no longer remember why I ever hated him.
He returned, whipping his belt from his belt loops.
He stepped behind me, the leather snapping in his hands.
Then he slapped it against my ass, causing an unbidden squeak to rip from my throat.
The sting rippled through me, sending a zing right to my clit.
My pussy clenched, greedy for more, and I found myself pushing my ass toward him. “Do it again.”
Reed chuckled, setting the belt down on the table at my side. “Oh, you liked that, huh? You like being spanked?”
I bit my lip, humming an affirmative yes. “Only by you, daddy.” I twisted slightly to get a better view as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them and his boxers down his thighs.
“Fucking shit,” I breathed when his dick sprung free, thick, long, and hard. “Was it that big before?” My breath now froze in my chest. “Are you pierced? I fucking know that wasn’t there before. I’d remember that!”
A smile kicked up the sides of his mouth, warming his dark eyes, and my breath caught.
Even in the dimly lit camper, I could see him in all his glory.
Reed stroked a hand up and down his cock. “Do you like what you see?”
“When did you get those?”
He ripped the condom package with his teeth and slid it on.
“After our first time, I wanted to punish myself for what I did to you. I wanted to make sure that when I got another chance––if I got another chance––it would be a first for both of us. I want my dick to be the thing that brings you pleasure, and Jacob’s ladder is all for you. ”
“Reed …” My pussy clenched at the same time my chest squeezed, kick-starting my rapid heart rate.
He did that just for me? I couldn’t fathom anyone willing to endure something like that for me. Did that mean he hadn’t been with anyone since? Just like he’d confided he’d been sober since we’d met …
I licked my lips. “Next time, I want to taste you. I want to run my tongue over that metal and make you feel good.” The words came out sounding whiny and needy. Desperate for him. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so greedy.
A hand went to my ass, rubbing it, kneading it, while I felt him stroke the tip of his cock up and down my slit, coating himself with me. I could feel the barbells through the latex. “Oh, so there’s a next time?” he teased.
Ugh! He caught my slip. “Asshole.”
Reed huffed a laugh, notching his dick at my entrance. He slid an inch in, and I shifted my hips, desperate.
“Just fuck me already.” I pushed against the table, arching my back as he gripped my hips, but he froze, shoving me back against the table.
“You told me what you wanted, but I’m not rushing this.” His words were hard and stern. “You fucking rush this, Lina, and I’ll go grab Mushu’s lead and tie you to this table so I can drive you to the edge, over and over, until you can’t take any more.”
“Shit. You’d do that?” I asked, my already-heated skin shooting up ten more degrees. I was burning, and I could feel my pussy flutter around the tip of his cock.
Reed picked up the belt and gave my ass another slap, the hot sting making me whimper.
“Don’t fucking tempt me. I think you’d like that a little too much, and I’m not about to reveal all my tricks tonight. I want you coming back for more. Coming back to me, Lina. Only me.”
He slid another inch in and I groaned, my legs shaking as I tried to hold myself still. I didn’t think I could stand this slow fuck anymore.
“You hear me, sweetheart? You’re only coming to me when you want to get off. No more fucking around with these immature jackasses. You want to fucking come? You come to me.”
Yet another inch, and I was about ready to combust.
“Why is it that as soon as you have your cock in me, you’re all of a sudden the fucking chatty one?” I asked.
Then he slammed all the way into me with a frustrated shout. I cried out as he hit bottom. He didn’t take time for me to adjust to him, the burning pain only heightening my arousal.
“YES!” I yelled.
“Fucking say it, Lina,” he gritted out as he pulled back before thrusting all the way back in, pummeling the deepest parts of me. The ridges of his piercings thrashed every point of pleasure along my walls.
I panted, my legs trembling, the pressure already building. “Make me come, cowboy.”
Moving in more frantic thrusts, he pounded into me. Again and again and again. “Only me, you hear me? Only I will make you come.”
“What if I want to make myself come?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow playfully.
“Lina,” he growled. “Not even you. This is my pussy. You want to touch yourself? You ask for permission. Now say it. Who’s going to make you come?”
He withdrew until only the tip was buried inside. I could feel his own resolve wavering, the hands at my hips trembling as he forced himself to stay there.
“Say it,” he said through gritted teeth. He was teetering on the edge of pleasure, and I was right there with him. “Or I’ll keep you from coming. I’ll get you close, then draw out my cock before slamming back in. I’ll bring you to the edge over and over until you’re fucking begging for it.”
“Reed, please. I want to come.” I was begging for it, my pussy pulsing and fluttering, urging him to go deeper.
“Then fucking say it. Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You, Reed.” I nearly came at the way those words rolled off my tongue.
“That’s right, baby,” he groaned. “It’s fucking mine. Your pussy knows it, too. I can feel it sucking me in. This pussy is fucking mine.”
I was having an out-of-body experience. It felt so euphoric, I couldn’t even respond to him.
And with that, he pounded into me with one single, hard thrust. All I could feel was him.
I screamed. I’m not even sure I said words. If I did, they were unintelligible.
“That’s right, baby. No one ever shuts my girl up.”
Hearing him call me “his girl” made my chest warm and my stomach quiver. The thought that I might actually belong to him made any of the ice coating my heart––protecting me against him––slowly start to melt.
“No one ever tries to rein you in. You understand?” His voice came out a growl, like he was angry for every man who ever made me feel like I was less than, who made me feel like I was too much for them.
“You want it? You’ll fucking take it. I’ll give it all to you.
Anything you want. You want a rough fuck?
I’ll give it to you. Now fucking take it. ”
I lost my ability to speak, his thrusts pounding me against the table, my body absorbing every hit to my nerve endings.
The pleasure was building with each stroke of his cock deep inside.
His fingertips dug into my hips—I’d have bruises there in the morning—while his other hand wrapped around my breast, drawing me back against him, slamming into me.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I managed to say through trembling lips. I’ve never felt this close to orgasm before—not solely from penetration anyway. He was able to reach, and touch, every sensitive spot.
“Come with me,” he begged as he pulled me against him, thrusting erratically, the slapping of our flesh echoing through the fifth wheel.
Pressure was building, heat beginning to pool in my center, my pulse thumping as his thick cock continued to plunge deep inside, drawing out every moan and spike of pleasure from me.
“That’s it, baby. Squeeze my cock.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head as a heady rush overcame me. My body tensed. My heartbeat thudded like a drum in my ears as I came. I felt as though I were crashing through the atmosphere, trying to catch my breath.
Reed stilled behind me, grunting, while his cock throbbed and pulsed inside me, sending aftershocks through me. “Damn, baby,” he said between gasps of air. This moment, with his hands still on me, holding me to him, was one I wanted to live in forever.
But then he froze.
His fingers flexed where they were wrapped around me.
“That was … that was …” My lips tingled with the effect of my orgasm. I blew out a steadying breath.
Reed pushed me back down on the table.
“Oh my God, you want to go again?” I asked, the heat already building. He wouldn’t have to persuade me.
“Shh!” Reed shushed. “Stay here.”
He withdrew so quickly, I cried out in near pain feeling him pull out. It felt like he was being ripped away from me.
“What the hell, Reed?”
He let go of me and stepped away. I pushed myself up off the table, my body already feeling stiff from being bent over while he fucked me senseless.
“Stay here, Lina,” he repeated, this time more harshly as he took off his condom and tossed it in the trash under the sink before pulling up his briefs and jeans.
“What? What is it?” I started to panic. My brows pinched together as I watched him pick up his discarded hat off the counter and place it on his head. I didn’t remember him taking it off.
“Shh,” he snapped, going to his bag beside the bench seat and pulling out a revolver.
My mouth fell open. “Reed?” I could feel my heart plummet as I began pulling up my own pants. “Why do you need that?”
He held out a hand to stop me. “Stay here. Lock the door behind me. Don’t open it until I say.”
“What’s going on?”
“Someone was watching us,” he said shortly.
My heart never settled from the intense orgasm, and now it kicked up again, my eyes going wide to scan the windows, but all I saw was darkness. Reed buttoned his pants, shoved his gun in his waistband, and headed out into the night.