Jodi
Reid’s arms stay wrapped around me long after the last words fade into the soft hum of the inn lobby. I can feel his heartbeat against my cheek, steady with a strength I haven’t felt in years.
When he finally relaxes his hold, it’s only enough to tip my chin up with a knuckle.
“Come upstairs with me,” he murmurs.
The invitation shouldn’t make my breath stutter. But it does.
“Your room?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
His mouth curves, slow, wicked, and warm.
“Unless you’d rather go to yours.”
Heat curls low in my stomach.
“We’d end up in the same place.”
“That’s the idea,” he says.
His shoulders ease, the tension melting away like sun-warmed snow.
We climb the stairs in silence, but it’s not empty. It’s thick with anticipation, both mine and his feeding off each other.
He unlocks his door, pushing it open, but doesn’t step inside. Instead, he rests one hand on the frame and dips his head toward me.
“A warning,” he murmurs, voice low enough to shiver through my bones and make my pulse jump.
“If you walk through this door with me, I’m not going to pretend I don’t want you.” His knuckles graze the side of my neck, soft but commanding. “I’m not going to hold myself at a distance anymore.”
My breath catches.
“I’m done pretending,” he continues. “Done waiting for you to realize that you’re mine.”
His eyes drop to my lips, lingering too long to be a casual glance.
“If you come in, I’m going to fuck you until you forget everything but me. And I won’t apologize for a damn second of it.”
My knees nearly give out.
“Reid,” I whisper like a plea.
His thumb strokes beneath my jaw, slow and possessive.
“You don’t have to go inside,” he says softly. “Just tell me. Tell me what you want.”
I step closer until my body brushes his, until I can feel the heat of him all along my front.
“You,” I whisper. “I want you.”
Something hungry flickers across his face, something he’s been holding back since the moment he found me in the parking lot.
And with one slow exhale, he steps aside.
“Then come in.”
My pulse thrums as I cross the threshold. He follows, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click.
The room is dim, lit only by the sliver of morning sun slipping through the blinds. The world outside is a whiteout, muffled and silent.
Inside, everything feels sharp. Aware. Electric.
Reid moves toward me with unhurried certainty, his fingers brushing my waist, his breath skimming the shell of my ear.
“You’re trembling,” he murmurs.
“I’ve never done anything like this before.”
He huffs a low, rough laugh against my neck.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re all mine, Jodi. From beginning to end, you’re mine and I’m yours.”
His hands slide to my hips, steady, and possessive in a way that steals every thought from my head.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispers.
“I won’t.”
“Then let me take care of you.”
My breath catches.
“Okay.”
He lifts my chin, his eyes burning with a promise I can feel all the way down my spine.
“Good girl.”
Heat flashes through me so fast I sway into him.
And then he kisses me, slow, deep, hungry in a way that unravels me instantly, and the room, the snow, the world outside disappears as we stumble back toward the bed.
He wants me laid out before him like a feast, but I want to taste him first.
He’s speechless when I hit my knees. Doesn’t utter a word as I fumble with his pants. But when his cock springs free, long and hard he finds his voice. He becomes bossy and at once I realize here in a bedroom with Reid, I don’t have to be independent. I don’t have to be in control.
“Slowly,” he orders. “Open wide for me, darling.”
He rests the tip on my tongue, eyes dark with desire as my mouth waters for more. Dragging it back and forth, he toys with me, before he nods giving me permission to suck his cock properly.
“Your lips,” he whispers dragging his thumb across the bottom one. “They turn such a pretty pink when they’re wrapped around my cock.”
He lets me go at my own pace, hands gentle on my face and head, as he talks to me.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he murmurs to himself. “So, fucking pretty.”
I hollow my cheeks, sucking his cock until it hits the back of my throat, and he moans above me.
“Don’t do that again unless you want me to come inside your mouth.”
It’s hardly the threat he believes it to be. He reacts so freely, so wildly to just this, the softest brush of my tongue, that I want to see him break open. To fall apart and fill my mouth with the truest taste of him.
“Jodi,” he growls above me.
I’m not listening to his protests. My fingers press into his thighs, nails making white crescents where they dig into the flesh. I want to taste him. Nothing’s going to stop me, not even him.
“Woman. Fuck. Don’t stop then. Just. Keep. Sucking.” His words come out in pieces, dark and dangerous as his hands wrap themselves in my hair.
He guides his cock deeper, pressing in until all I can taste, all I can feel is him. In my mouth, in my throat, I’m utterly full. He moves then, hips thrusting, thighs clenching as he fucks my mouth.
“Swallow,” he commands.
I don’t have time to consider disobeying before his seed hits my tongue. Salty. Musky. One hundred percent Reid.
I swallow every drop. Even the last pearl as it drips from the head.
“On the bed,” he says. “Now.”
He leaves his jeans and underwear on the floor. His hand cups my elbow as he helps me stand before guiding me to the king size bed in the center of the room. I rip my shirt in my eagerness to be naked, but Reid doesn’t move to help me. He watches with rapt attention as I strip down to my skin.
The soft length of his cock isn’t looking so soft anymore.
“Finally,” I whisper but he chuckles.
“Not yet. I want to taste you first.”
My boldness melts away in the face of his hunger.
I felt so powerful sucking his cock. I controlled the depth, the speed.
I was the one giving him pleasure. Now he wants me spread out for him like a shameless buffet and my legs tremble at his demand.
I’m nervous and excited. Torn between flopping onto my back and ordering him to lick my pussy and dropping to my knees for another sip of control.
But I trust Reid. I trust him to take care of me.
To control my pleasure. My road trip home was all about seizing one last moment of independence.
Now in his arms I’ve found a different kind of freedom.
One where I stop controlling every fiber of my existence with ruthless authority.
One where I allow him the power to destroy me.
“Spread your pretty thighs for me.”