Chapter 24 Lina
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Reed hoisted me up, letting me wrap my legs around his waist while he carried me to his bed.
We both fell into the plush mattress, the duvet already thrown back from when he got up to meet me at his bedroom door.
Our lips didn’t leave each other. He was an amazing fucking kisser.
I could probably orgasm just from his kisses alone.
As the weight of his hard body covered me, I parted my knees wider, my hips pressing toward him to feel his growing cock between my thighs.
While my tongue tangled with his, I shrugged off my jacket. A groan emitted from his throat when he felt my stiff nipples brush his chest.
“Lina,” he whispered into my mouth.
His lips started to leave mine, but I wasn’t ready to stop kissing him.
“Show me how you’re going to suck my clit.” I traced my tongue over his mouth.
“Fuck.” He captured the tip of my tongue lightly between his teeth and then sucked it into his mouth.
It was my turn to moan, my eyes fluttering closed, feeling the pull of his mouth all the way down into my clit like a fucking tether. My pussy pulsed, and my hips bucked in response. I was desperate to feel his mouth everywhere. His kisses were like the craziest aphrodisiac.
His hands caressed my curves, one palm pausing at my breast to drag his thumb across the tightened bud.
“Now move that mouth to my tits,” I whispered against his lips.
“You’re doing so well, baby, telling me exactly what you want.”
My lips twitched with his praise. “I’m a quick learner.”
“Yeah, you are, and you’re going to get everything you asked for.”
“Reed,” I whined, my hips grinding against his now as if I were a cat in heat.
He chuckled into my skin, his mouth coasting down my throat, across my collarbone, and down my chest. His tongue flicked out, drawing circles on my breast as he inched closer to my nipple. The tip of his tongue swirled around the stiffened peak until he drew it into his mouth.
I moaned, arching into him, wanting him to suck me dry. His teeth scraped the sensitive tip.
“Is the other one getting jealous?” His lips brushed against my heated skin as he said each word, teasing me.
My hands traveled up his arms, over his shoulders and neck, until I could bury my fingers into his thick, dark hair, holding him there. “Yes, please, Reed. Suck on my tits.”
He pushed himself up on his elbows, peering up at me between my breasts, and I whined in impatience. Even in the dark, his eyes appeared like midnight pools, reflecting the moonlight. His mouth was set firm, and he was looking at me with such intensity, I felt as though I were melting into a cloud.
“These are perfect,” he said, his palms encompassing my breasts. His thumbs swiped across the tips, making my pussy clench.
“I know.” I smirked down at him.
“No, I don’t think you do.”
I gulped. “What are you talking about? Of course I know my tits are perfect.”
“Lina.” The way he said my name was always halfway between a scolding and a prayer, and it made my heart skip a beat. “Don’t bullshit me. I don’t want any other man getting off on these tits. They’re mine. You’re perfect for me, just the way you are.”
Shit! How did he see through me like that? I always thought they were too small and my ass was too big. Why couldn’t they just be more proportionate? Of course it had bothered me when that redhead with the big tits was all over him, and he was giving her attention.
“You hear me, sweetheart?”
I nodded against the pillow, suddenly unable to speak. He was pulling at all kinds of heart strings tonight. Was this a mistake coming to him?
“I’m going to worship them because they are my altar. You feel so good in my hands.” His thumbs continued to drag across the tips, driving me wild. “I want to show you how perfect you are.” He trailed kisses down my chest. “Can I eat now, baby?”
“Yes.” I barely found my voice to say one word, yet it still sounded small and distant to my ears.
Thank God he heard it and took it as my consent because if he continued to talk to me like that while he played with my breasts, I was going to cry, and my panties were not going to be the only thing drenched.
Reed wasted no time now, returning his attention to my other nipple, swiping his tongue over it until he could draw it between his teeth and suck it into his mouth.
I nearly shot off the bed when, at the same time, his fingers found my clit beneath the black lace, pressing down while he sucked and flicked his tongue over the stiff tip.
“Fuck,” I breathed out. “You’re going to make me come just playing with my tits.”
“Not yet, baby. You’re going to soak my face first.”
My fingers didn’t leave his locks, tugging on them harder, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Instead, it seemed to encourage him to keep going. His hands traced my curves. The man did not lie. It felt like he was worshipping me.
He brought two fingers to my mouth, painting my arousal on my lips. He barely broke away from my breast to say, “Suck. See how amazing you taste.”
I opened my mouth for him, my tongue dragging across his digits, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking them in, picturing it was his cock in my mouth.
“Fuck, baby.” He sighed. “Get those fingers good and wet, so I can use them on your clit.”
I sucked, sliding my tongue between each finger, letting the saliva pool in my mouth, my tongue and teeth dragging across while he moaned against me.
My hips bucked, begging for him to touch me or to feel his thick cock and those damn piercings I loved.
He was still on his knees between my legs.
Too far away, in my opinion. I wrapped my legs around his middle, using my heels to pull him closer.
“Impatient, sweetheart?”
I bit his finger then. Not hard, but enough for him to hiss between his teeth and answer his question.
He released a throaty laugh, letting it rumble through me, adding to the sensations that were driving me wild.
Peeking up, his beard tickling my skin, he watched with rapt attention while he withdrew his fingers from my mouth. His own mouth hung open, his eyes heavy with desire, while his fingertips dragged across my bottom lip.
“Your mouth feels so fucking decadent. These fucking lips, Lina.” The pads of his fingers traced them. “I don’t know how anyone has not died at the look and feel of these perfect, full lips.”
I wanted his mouth back on me. “Don’t stop.” I raised my hips. “I want your face between my thighs.”
He started running his palms over the curves of my breasts, circling the peaks, before letting them travel down my belly to hook at my waistband.
“I’m starving for you, baby. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers while I suck your clit, and when you’re about ready to come, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue so you can soak my face and I can lap you all up. ”
“Reed,” I whined again. I was already on edge. “I want that so badly.”
“Whose pussy is this, baby?”
“Yours. All yours. Make me come. Please.”
He dragged the edge of my panties down. I raised my hips to help him get them over my ass, but I was also desperate to close the distance.
Tossing the underwear to the side, I was completely bare for him, my pussy now at his eye level, and I wanted nothing more than for him to latch on to me like a fucking leech.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy, cowboy.”
With a featherlight touch, Reed danced his calloused fingertips up the insides of my thighs until they were at the edge of my pussy.
He traced the seam at my hips, over the sensitive lips, tugging lightly to see how much I glistened, but he didn’t plunge his fingers in or touch my clit.
It was like when the sun touched your skin on a hot day, it wasn’t physical but you could feel it just the same.
The most sensual touch, and it was driving me fucking wild.
It was a tease and a promise, and I could already feel myself unraveling. I couldn’t help writhing beneath him.
“If you keep doing that, you’re going to miss me coming on your face.”
Reed gave me a lazy, sweet smile that made my breath catch. “You think you can orgasm just by me skimming my fingertips along your skin?”
“With those hands, absolutely. But your mouth would make it ten times better.”
With a smile on his lips, he pressed a kiss right above my clit. And it fucking throbbed when his beard barely brushed across it. “I’m so fucking ready for you.”
He dragged a finger down my slit. “Yeah, you are. You’re fucking soaked.” He didn’t waste time, sliding in one finger, then two. I groaned, bucking against them. “Does that feel good, baby?”
“Fuck yes.”
“How about this?” He lowered his mouth then, covering my clit and letting his tongue flick across it while he twisted his hand so he could curl his fingers. The fullness of his thick fingers and the massage of them along my G-spot was enough to undo me.
“Yes,” I moaned, now involuntarily grinding against them. I buried my fingers into his hair, tugging at the roots, keeping him there while he sucked, the pressure already building.
His fingers continued their come-hither motion while his mouth suctioned on my clit and his tongue flicked.
“I’m going to come,” I said through heavy breaths.
He pulled his fingers out, causing me to whine in protest. “Now be a good girl and grind this pretty pussy all over my face. Soak me like we both know you want to.”
The tip of his nose dragged along the inside of my thigh as his tongue traced the outside of my slit until he could thrust it inside me.
I was right on the edge, his fingers drenched with me, sliding across that sensitive bud while his tongue speared into me.
I hooked my ankles behind him, my grip on his hair becoming desperate while I ground my pussy against his mouth.
“Fuck, Reed.” I wanted to scream but held back, not wanting to wake up Penn. But he was driving me fucking insane. “That’s it. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”