Thirty-Six
Stacy
Reece is everywhere. He’s everything. He’s invading all of my senses, my mind, my thoughts, he’s a thick cloud of warm cologne and sweet words surrounding me with fervor.
He’s passionate and aggravating and beautiful and bright and warm.
And he’s mine.
Actually, truly mine.
Reece’s lips are desperate against mine, needy as his tongue slides against my own. We both groan against each other’s lips, the heated kiss equal parts familiar and exciting. Reece tilts my head up to get more of me, his mouth heavy on mine like he can’t get enough.
“Stace,” he huffs against my lips, “you know I care about you, right? You know that I respect you more than anything?”
I nod against him, a breathy moan escaping my throat as Reece nips at my lower lip.
“Good.” He moves to kiss my jawline once, twice, a third time. “Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
My stomach twists at his words, heat splaying across my skin as Reece sits back on his heels.
He cocks his head like he’s evaluating what to do next, his bottom lip pulled into his teeth while my heart jackhammers in my chest. A whimper unintentionally escapes my lips as I squeeze my thighs together to dull the ache. All while Reece just stares .
Is he trying to torment me? Is that something he gets off on?
“Reece—” I start.
“Not yet,” he interrupts. “I’m trying to decide what I want to do to you first.”
My mouth snaps shut, an unfamiliar heat pooling low in my stomach as Reece’s eyes skate over my body.
I’ve never been so desperate for somebody in my whole life, never been so turned on by nothing but some kisses and a couple of hot words.
Reece’s affect on my body is new to me and maybe I would’ve taken more time for boys in the past had they all made me feel the way Reece makes me feel without even touching me.
“Strip for me,” Reece finally decides, his eyes bright as they run over my body again and again.
I swallow as I stand up off the bed and reach behind my back with shaky hands.
My fingers tremble as I grip the zipper at my mid-back and languidly pull it down to the top of my ass.
I let the dress fall to the floor, the fabric pooling at my ankles as I step out from the pile of velvet.
The dress I chose doesn’t require a bra so I’m left in just a bright red thong.
Reece’s hungry gaze latches onto my body, perusing my naked torso with zeal as I hook my thumbs into the lace straps of my underwear.
I keep eye contact with Reece as I slowly work the panties down my thighs, kicking them off into a pile with my dress and standing straight up to let Reece admire my body .
And admire he does.
Reece’s gaze is burning as he takes me in with an awe-struck expression.
He studies every inch of my body from head to toe, pulling his bottom lip into his teeth as his eyes spend some extra time around my chest. My knees knock together as his eyes wander over my curves, my pulse speeding up as he leans back against his wall and lets a low moan out.
How long is he going to make me stand here? The anticipation is nearly killing me, the pining churning in my stomach in the best way. He’s studying me like a piece of art but I’m not so sure I won’t totally combust if he doesn’t touch me now .
I open my mouth to beg for something, anything, but Reece beats me to it. “Come lay down and spread your legs for me,” he mutters.
Blush blooms across my face and moves down my body, the heat in my stomach building by the second.
I do as Reece says, ambling back to his bed and leaning back against his pillows.
My chest is rising and falling sporadically as Reece readjusts, rising up on his knees while I let my thighs fall open.
I feel exposed, a little bit vulnerable, but the heat from Reece’s gaze erases any feelings of reservation or apprehension.
Reece hums, drinking in my body before snapping his eyes back to my face. “You’re so fucking perfect, angel.”
I bite back a smile as I hold his stare. “Are you going to touch me now?” I whisper.
Reece smirks at me, crawling in between my knees to press a soft kiss to my lips. “No. Not yet.”
My face drops as the ache between my legs protests. “What— ”
“You first,” he interrupts.
I swallow hard, flames skating across my skin. “What do you mean?”
Reece says nothing, brushing a soft kiss to my mouth one more time before he leans back.
He takes my arm in his hand, a devilish glint in his eye as he guides my hand in between my legs.
My heart’s stuttering at an uneven pace as Reece presses my fingers to my pussy, kissing the insides of both of my thighs before sitting back on his heels and nodding at me.
“Show me how you like it done,” he murmurs.
The air hitches in my throat as my mouth dries out.
I have to swallow hard to regain composure as Reece devours me with his gaze.
The nerves are building in my stomach but they’re at war with the white hot need I feel for Reece, my inhibition drowned out by my desire for this man as I listen to his command and dip my fingers gently inside of myself.
“That’s it. Touch yourself for me,” Reece croons, reaching down to pull his navy quarter-zip off his torso.
A moan slips through my lips at the sight of Reece shirtless, making what I’m doing to myself that much hotter as I remember that I’ll get all of him soon. I bite down on my lip and bring my fingers up to circle my clit as my eyes travel over Reece’s body.
Reece groans as he goes to undo his belt buckle, his stare glued to my hand. “Is that what you like, angel?”
I nod, the familiar heat bubbling up in my stomach as I twist Reece’s bedding in my fingers.
“Yeah? Is this what you do when you’re alone? When you’re thinking of me?” he asks, pulling his belt through the loops of his pants and pulling down his zipper .
“Yes,” I admit as I quicken my fingers and dig my heels into Reece’s mattress.
I’m not going to last long like this. Not with Reece’s heated stare boring into me, not with all the pent-up sexual tension between us saturating Reece’s room. My whole body is already starting to clench and Reece hasn’t even touched me yet.
“Good. Because I fuck my hand thinking about you way too often.” Reece grins impishly as he sheds his boxers and my jaw unhinges at the sight of his erection.
“Jesus Christ, Reece.” My eyes bulge as my fingers freeze. “You weren’t kidding about your big ego .”
Reece shoots me a devious smirk, giving the base of his cock a couple of strokes in a way that makes my insides clench.
A low groan rumbles in Reece’s chest and it’s enough to damn well almost send me over the edge as I sink a couple of fingers inside of myself again.
My head falls back onto Reece’s pillow as I try to swallow my moans as best I can, remembering we’re in a very full house with his family.
Reece crawls up my body as I work myself, pressing a kiss beneath my ear before trailing his tongue down my neck.
He stops at my chest, taking one of my nipples into his mouth as a soft whimper escapes my lips.
I squeeze my eyes shut as he grazes his teeth across my sensitive skin, kissing the valley between my breasts before giving my other nipple the same attention.
He swirls his tongue a couple of times before bringing me into his mouth and I know I’m about to lose it.
“Reece,” I breathe, my back starting to arch up off of his mattress as my fingers swirl around my clit again.
“Don’t come,” Reece murmurs against my skin, palming my other tit in his hand .
I snap my head up to look down at him, his ludicrous demand catching me off guard. “What?”
“Don’t come yet,” he says again, glancing up at me while he rolls my nipple in between his fingers. “I want you to finish for the first time while I’m inside of you.”
His confession only brings me closer to the edge as I gasp, “You need to hurry then because I’m not going to last long.”
Reece gives me a nefarious grin, moving away from my body to reach for the drawer of his nightstand.
He pulls out a condom, ripping the wrapper open with his teeth before rolling it on and situating himself between my legs again.
I let my hand fall away as Reece hikes one of my legs over his shoulder, the other one looped around his hips as he lowers himself to me.
“You’re a very bossy girl, angel,” he murmurs, pressing a languid kiss to my lips as I whimper into his mouth.
“Please,” I whisper, bringing my hands up to dig my nails into his back.
“Please what, sweetheart? Use your words.”
I groan, every inch of my body on fire as I wait for Reece to give me what I need. “Please fuck me, Reece, please .”
I’m about to plead some more when Reece notches his hips forward, pushing into me inch by inch.
I gasp into the skin of his chest as he stretches me, more and more until I’m not sure I can handle it anymore.
I’m so full . It feels like it’s almost too much but at the same time, it’s not enough.
I’m not sure if it will ever be enough with Reece.
I need to be as close to him as humanly possible, consequences be damned.
A guttural groan leaves Reece’s mouth as he buries himself fully inside of me. The sound alone makes my stomach clench, my eyes rolling backwards as he brings his hips back and slams them forward.
“Reece!” His name slips out of my mouth as he sets a brutal pace, burying his face in the crook of my neck and nipping at my skin.
“Fuck, you feel so good, angel,” he moans. “So tight for me.”
I revel in the feeling of being wholly and entirely connected to Reece.
Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as the pressure builds in my core, my head falling back as I leave scratches down the length of Reece’s back.
The emotions, the sentiment of this night, the nasty things Reece is whispering into my ear; it’s almost too much, culminating into a big ball of heat sitting low in my belly.
“Look at you. You’re doing such a good job,” Reece compliments me, causing my eyes to roll as he peers down between our bodies to watch us move together. “You look so pretty taking all of me, sweetheart.”
“Reece, I can’t handle it,” I nearly sob, biting down on my lip so I don’t let the whole house know about the dirty things we’re doing up here.
“You can,” he promises me, his hips slowing to a tortuous, languid pace. “You can take it for me.”
I’m squirming underneath Reece’s body, desperate for him as he picks up his thrusts again. Flames and goosebumps battle it out on my skin as I use the leg wrapped around Reece’s waist to pull him impossibly closer to me. I need it all, I need all he has to give me.
I lose my words, my ability to form a coherent sentence as I bite back a moan and melt with Reece’s body. There’s no way sex has always felt this good. Right? I would certainly remember if it did and I would most definitely have made more of an effort to do it more often .
“Do you like it like this, angel?” Reece huffs into my skin.
I nod sloppily against him, digging my nails into his skin as the heat sitting low in my stomach starts to rise. A strangled noise leaves my throat, garbled words and pleas mixing with Reece’s grunts and pants as I feel myself clench around him.
“You do? You like getting fucked like this?” he hisses before taking one of my nipples into his mouth.
“So. Much,” I yelp as Reece slams into my with a ferocity I’ve never experienced before.
Reece pulls back to smirk down at me. “I can tell. Your pretty pussy is fucking soaked for me, baby.”
I slap my hand down over my mouth, trying to muffle whatever ungodly sounds are trying to escape my chest as my back bows off Reece’s bed.
Reece pulls my hand out of the way and drops a kiss to my lips, pulling at my bottom lip with his teeth before he takes my hand and guides it down my body again. “Make yourself come now. Make a mess all over me, angel.”
All that comes out of my mouth is a desperate squeak as I do what he says, pressing my fingers to my clit as he drives into me. It takes all of ten seconds before the pressure is enough to tip me over the edge, my whole body tightening as I choke down a scream.
“Oh, my god, Reece. Fuck, I’m going to come.”
Reece gives a satisfied hum. “Good. Finish for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you finish wrapped around my cock.” He nips at the skin of my jawline as I lose all of my senses.
An orgasm rattles through my body as I shudder and quake against Reece.
My brain short-circuits and my skin prickles as Reece talks me through it, murmuring words of praise and encouragement.
Light flashes behind my eyelids, sobs threatening to overflow as the most intense release of my life floods through my veins.
My whole body arches, the world pausing for just a few seconds before I collapse and go completely limp against his mattress.
Reece picks up his pace, groaning into my neck as he chases his own orgasm.
I tangle my fingers in his hair as my thighs shake, softly moaning into Reece’s ear as he finishes inside of me.
He goes still with a grunt and my name on his lips before pulling out of me and rolling off my body, gently hauling me to his chest as we both pant.
“Okay,” I gasp as Reece’s heartbeat drums against my ear. “I believe you. Totally not fake anymore.”
“Not fake at all ,” Reece growls, pulling me tighter to him and kissing my hair. “Don’t you dare get it twisted ever again.”
I smile lazily as my body comes down from the euphoric high, completely satiated as I snuggle up against Reece’s chest. He strokes the skin of my back, repeatedly pressing his lips to my forehead as he murmurs sweet nothing’s into my ear.
My heart aches with a sense of belonging I’ve never felt before, like every empty part of my soul has suddenly been filled with Reece Taylor.
I feel wholeheartedly wanted and appreciated for the first time in my life and I can’t help but hope that this feeling never goes away.
I also can’t help but think goddammit. Mae was right.