Chapter Thirty-Four
Cole
Iwould never get tired of hearing that from Reed.
Those three little words meant so much. It made my heart sore.
I meant what I said. I would do anything to make him happy.
And yeah, if he left me again, I would drag him back to North Carolina kicking and screaming.
I wasn’t going to spend another second without him.
Reed carded his fingers through my hair as we stared at one another.
He was still the most beautiful person in the world to me.
Those dark brown eyes, blond hair, and plump pink lips were all I had thought about when we were apart.
I crawled back up to press my mouth against his, and the soft sigh that he released told me it was the right thing.
We didn’t have to rush things. We could take our time.
We had forever to do everything together.
Then I was back between Reed’s thighs, staring at his cock, which was hard and begging for attention.
A drop of pre-cum clung to the tip, and I couldn’t help but lick it off.
The saltiness hit my taste-buds, and I moaned softly, then pushed his legs apart to get closer.
He had done a little manscaping since we were last together.
All the soft blond hair that used to run from his belly to his cock was gone.
“You shaved,” I murmured.
Reed’s body trembled. “I, uh, get waxed. It’s much easier. If you don’t like it, I can stop.”
“Baby, you can do whatever you want to your body, and I’m still going to want you. Everything about you is beautiful.”
I dragged my nose over his shaft, then sucked the head into my mouth. The sound Reed made was inhuman, something between a growl and a moan, but still sexy as hell.
Reed’s hips bucked slightly as I slid him farther into my mouth.
I pinned him down and tried not to focus on how I could feel his hip bones.
He was much too thin, but I mentally pinned that conversation for another time.
He didn’t have to tell me about his therapy session if it made him uncomfortable, but I wanted to talk to him about his eating disorder.
It was important that I was able to help him, too.
“Jesus Christ, Casanova.” Reed gasped. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come. And I really want you inside me when I do that.”
My cock throbbed at his words. “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you?”
He nodded, and I had to reach down to grip the base of my dick. I had never forgotten what it felt like to be inside him. How hot and tight it was. Nothing had ever been that good.
“Please,” Reed whimpered. “I need you.”
That did it. I sprang from the bed and dug through my dresser for lube and condoms. We could talk about getting tested later. Right now, I had to fuck my man. I found what I was looking for, tossed them on the bed next to Reed, and climbed between his legs again.
“I’m not going to last long,” I admitted. I hadn’t been with anyone in months.
“Me neither. But that’s okay. We have all night. We can go again.” Reed eased himself up onto his elbows. “Prep me?” He sank his top teeth into his bottom lip.
My dick grew even harder. I was never going to make it inside of him if Reed kept talking to me like that, saying things that went straight to my cock like that. I reached for the lube and popped open the bottle.
“Lift up for me, baby.” I tapped his right thigh. “Can you spread yourself for me?”
Reed said nothing as he did as I asked, and then I stared at his ass. The tight, pink hole that was just waiting for me.
“Cole.” He whimpered as he dug his nails into his thighs.
I took a deep breath, spread the lube onto my finger, and eased it inside.
Reed whined as I added another digit and pressed down.
Christ, it was tight. Tighter than I remembered.
My cock leaked. When Reed begged me to add a third finger, I was close to exploding.
And that was without being inside him or having my dick touched.
I stared in wonder as he fucked himself on my fingers.
He whined when I removed them, but he had to know I was dying, that my body burned and I was ready to explode at any second if I didn’t get inside of him.
I ripped open the condom, rolled it over my length, and coated it with lube. My chest heaved as I panted and sweat beaded on my skin. It felt like the air conditioning wasn’t even working.
“Okay?” I asked.
“More than okay, Cole. I’m so ready for you. For this. My body...God, yes.” Reed’s eyes rolled back as I pushed inside. “I’m not going to break. I can take more. Don’t hold back, please. I just...please.”
I slipped all the way inside, my hips against his backside. When I didn’t move, Reed’s eyes flew open, and his brows dipped.
“Just need a second to not come,” I said through gritted teeth.
“You feel so good, Cole. You fill me up so well, and the way you stretch me out, it’s never felt like this. Not with anyone but you.”
“Baby, if you keep talking like that, I’m going to ruin this.”
Reed tightened around me, and pleasure and heat streaked over my skin.
“Fuck me, Casanova. For all the nights we missed. All the mornings we could have been tangled up in your bed. Fuck me until I can’t move. Make me feel you for days.”
I grabbed Reed’s hips, leaned forward to slant my lips over his, and gave him what he asked for.
What he wanted. My entire body vibrated as I gave in.
My hips smacked against Reed’s body as he clenched around me.
Energy burned low in my hips as I gritted my teeth, trying to force down my orgasm.
I stared down at the man spread beneath me, his face flushed pink and his mouth in a silent scream.
His green eyes flashed with want as I pistoned in and out of him.
Reed coming undone was a work of art. It was euphoric. Spurts of cum splattered across his belly, and he wasn’t even touching himself. That was my undoing. My own climax hit me hard, barreling through my body as I growled out Reed’s name. It left me short of breath, sent me into the stratosphere.
I slowly began to come back online, and when my gaze met Reed’s, he broke into a giant smile.
“We might need another bath.” He huffed out a laugh. He dragged a finger through the mess on his stomach and shoved into my mouth. He coated my lips and tongue with his cum with a sly smile.
My spent dick tried to perk up. “Baby, you’re insatiable.”
“I told you we had all night.”
“I need a few minutes before I can do that again.”
Reed beamed happily as I stood up and went to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth.
I came back, washed up his mess, then dropped onto the bed next to him.
Reed twisted onto his side and curled up next to me, his head on my chest. He smelled like sex and my body wash, a sexy combination that caused my head to spin.
“I love you,” Reed whispered. His breath puffed over my skin, and I pulled him closer. He sighed happily, his eyes closed, his body warm and soft in my arms.
I smiled even though he couldn’t see me. “I love you, too.” I pressed a kiss into his hair.
“Can I stay here tonight? Kind of tired and don’t want to leave. Your bed is made of clouds. It’s like a prison that I never want to leave. You could hold me hostage right on this mattress.” Reed’s words slurred as sleep pulled him under.
I kissed his head again. “Like I would let you leave. You’re stuck here now, baby. I’m never letting you sleep in another bed again. Just mine.”
“Mmm.” Reed snuggled closer.
I slotted our legs together, and his naked body fit against mine like a missing puzzle piece.
“And tomorrow, I’m going to show the world you belong to me.
I’m going to hold your hand at that race, kiss you in front of everyone, and not give a fuck what anyone thinks.
I want them to know I’m off the market because of you.
That you’ve been mine since we were nineteen years old. ”
“Sixteen. Sixteen years old. I am pretty sure I fell for you after your first letter. And that serial killer handwriting.”
“Serial killer?”
Reed giggled. “Cute, though. It’s what really did it for me.”
“Everything about you does it for me.”
His eyes flew open, and his plush lips parted.
“And I plan to show you just how much for the rest of my life.”
Reed swallowed. “You mean that, don’t you?”
“Yeah, baby, I do,” I whispered.