16. Willa
Chapter 16
Willa
I TAKE A deep breath, then head up the stone path to his porch. Reid unlocks the door and steps back for me to enter first.
I cross the threshold, looking around as I do. It’s a little too beach chic for my taste, but tidy. White walls decorated with generic prints and frames that the owner probably got from TJ Maxx, and there’s an Oriental rug that’s seen better days on the floor. I let Midnight down, and she immediately turns to swat at my hands, ready to do battle. We play for a minute.
When I stand and turn back around, Reid’s there in front of me, his forest-green eyes deep with desire as he takes me in.
Oh, God.
I breathe in, and it’s my undoing. He smells so freaking good. How can anyone smell so good after yoga and a walk on the pier?
“Willa.” He exhales my name in a whisper, as though he’s begging for something.
“Reid.” My own voice is unsteady. I can’t think when he’s this close.
He reaches up and brushes my hair back, then moves my bangs away from my eyes. I’m not sure I’m breathing. His thumb, rough and calloused and panty-melting, swipes at my cheek. Then, across my lips.
On instinct, my tongue darts out to lick it. His eyes darken even further, a predatory glint shining out of them.
“Willa.” He growls it this time.
And something inside me just…snaps.
I jump into his arms, because suddenly I’m someone who does that sort of thing, and he grabs me without hesitation.
Our lips meet. This kiss isn’t soft and tender. It isn’t romantic.
It’s hot.
Teeth clash and tongues war and moans come out of the both of us as I grind my hips against him.
“Fuck, Willa.” His hands dig into my rear. “Please.”
“Yes.” It’s all I need to say before he spins and walks us to his room.
I don’t stop writhing against him. I need more. More.
“You can have whatever you want,” Reid answers.
A hot flush runs up my chest to my face. “Did I say that out loud?” I murmur, burying my face in his neck.
He stops in front of the bed. “You did, and it was perfect.” He grins at me, everything about him pure sex, then he tosses me— tosses me!—onto the bed.
I land with a bounce, my heart leaping into my throat.
“Get undressed.”
“Reid, I—” Then I lose my words, because the man rips his shirt off in that hot-as-sin way that men do, reaching behind his neck to pull it over his head, his stomach muscles bunching deliciously as he moves. “Fuck,” I breathe.
He stands before me in running shorts and nothing else. The grin he gives me is nothing short of feral. “Take your fill, Willa. This is all yours.”
I might pass out. “Water,” I croak .
He barks out a laugh. “I’ll go get you some water. You’re going to need it.” He spins to leave the room, but stops and wheels back to me. “Be naked when I get back. That’s an order.”
My brain short-circuits, but I manage to do exactly what he says, peeling off my shorts and sports bra and tank far quicker than I thought I had in me. Also: Let the record show that there is nothing more awkward than trying to figure out what to do with yourself when you’re totally naked on a man’s bed before the two of you have done anything and you’re waiting on him to get back from the kitchen with water that you, for some ridiculous reason, said you needed.
I yank my hair out of its ponytail and consider: Do I lie on my side like Jeff Goldblum, all sprawled and confident and smirking? No. I’m neither confident nor prepared to sprawl. Sitting cross-legged seems weird. Maybe I do some kind of legs to the side and leaning on one arm thing? Crap. I’m still moving around the bed awkwardly, and definitely giving thanks that I took a shower this morning before yoga, when Reid walks back in.
“Good girl,” he purrs, his eyes taking me in as he hands me the water. I take a sip, then he says, “You take orders so well.”
I promise you, the water dribbles out of my mouth as I stare at him.
He laughs. “God, I love flustering you.”
I blush furiously and wipe my mouth. “That’s not fair,” I whine, waving my hand at him. “You look like… this …and then you say things like good girl and talk about me obeying? What do you expect a girl to do?”
He shucks his shorts.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I whisper.
He chuckles again, his dick bobbing up and down as he does.
Listen. I’ve never been one to describe a dick as pretty. That’s not really my thing. But Reid MacKinnon is sporting the prettiest dick I have ever seen in my life. Have I seen a lot of them? No, but that’s utterly beside the point. The man clearly has invested in a trimmer, because he’s also got some nice manscaping going on, but again: he has the most perfect dick, like, ever.
I don’t have words.
I’m babbling in my dang head, for goodness’ sake.
“What you don’t seem to understand, Willa,” Reid says, putting one knee on the bed, “is that you are the one who’s not fair. You are the one who renders me utterly speechless. You, with your pajamas and shorts and tank tops.” He begins to crawl up the bed, a lion stalking its prey, his eyes dark and feral as he takes me in. “I have imagined this for weeks.”
I squeak, utterly paralyzed in the face of him.
He grins, a fantasy so good I never dared imagine it come to life. When he speaks, his voice is low and dark. “Spread your legs for me, pretty girl.”
I obey. My arms shake, threatening to give way as Reid crawls between my legs, hovering over me.
“Breathe,” he commands.
I gulp in a breath, lightheaded. I apparently hadn’t been breathing. “See?” I croak. “I can’t function around you.”
He shakes his head. “It’s a goddamn wonder I can even think around you, Willa Dean Dash. Now,” he says, his hand cupping my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes, “you’re going to let me worship you like the goddess you are. You’re going to let me make you come, over and over and over. Right?”
I nod dumbly.
“Give me your words, Willa.”
“Y-yes,” I stammer.
“What’s your safe word?”
“M-my safe word?” I squeak.
He nods. “I’m not holding back with you, sweetheart. But I don’t want to hurt you or scare you. What’s your safe word?”
“Avocado.” It’s the first word that comes to mind .
He barks a laugh, breaking the tension, but still holding himself over me. I smile, then start to giggle.
“Avocado?” he says, his voice filled with amused warmth.
“It’s the first thing you gave me trouble over.”
He licks his lips. “That I did.” He’s still gripping my chin, but now he loosens his hold and scrapes his thumb over my lower lip again.
I bite it.
His eyes flare. “You wanna play, Willa?”
I have no idea what’s about to happen, but if it’s happening with him? Absolutely. I want All The Things. Whatever they are. “Yes.”
He growls. “Good answer.” Then he jerks his head to his bedside table. “Condoms are in there. Trust that I’ll have one on when I decide you’re worthy of having my cock.”
Oh my God . A whimper escapes me, and my whole body explodes in a riot of goosebumps. “Okay,” I whisper.
Reid gives me a filthy grin in response, then descends, letting his weight settle on me, and I make a sound of pleasure.
His answering groan and thrust of his hips is enough to make me lift my knees eagerly. He laughs darkly. “Put your legs down, Willa.”
I do as he says, and he claims my mouth in a searing kiss, the scruff of his light beard abrading against my skin as his tongue delves past mine, his hand skimming down my body to grab my rear and squeeze. I whimper into his mouth, scrabbling for purchase on his back.
When he pulls his lips from mine, it’s to trail hot, wet kisses down my neck to my breast, where he immediately latches on to suck.
My back bows in response, heat pooling between my legs. I’m already out of my mind with want and need.
“So fucking responsive,” he says, his eyes meeting mine. “These tits, Willa. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Then he takes my nipple into his mouth again, swirling and sucking while his other hand mimics the movement of his tongue on my other breast.
I thread my hand through his too-short hair, writhing at the sensation. “Too much,” I manage to gasp.
He eases up, but doesn’t stop. I wiggle more, the sensations almost too much to bear, my teeth grinding as spikes of pleasure radiate through me.
Without a word, he pulls off me and kneels, grabs my leg, and flips me over. My cheek presses into the mattress as he flattens his body over mine, his dick hard against my ass. He breathes against the back of my ear, sending shivers down my body. Then he kisses my neck and continues his trail, kissing my shoulders, nipping at my skin, his hands seemingly everywhere at once. It’s a riot of sensations, and all I can do is breathe.
“You’re doing so well, Willa,” Reid says behind me. “You ready for your first reward?”
I press my hips into the mattress, desperate for relief. Without warning, his palm smacks my butt. “What was that?” I squeal.
“I didn’t say you could move, Willa.” His voice is a little dark and a lot sexy.
Oh .
I stop wiggling, but there’s no stopping the whimper that escapes. “I need…”
He straddles me, the warmth of his thighs around my hips somehow insanely erotic as he moves my hair off my face. “You obey me so well, Willa.” He gathers my hair into his hand and pulls just a little, sending a thrill of excitement through me.
“Do you like that?” he murmurs against my ear.
I nod, afraid of what I’ll say if I speak.
“You want it harder?”
I want everything. “Yes.”
He tightens his grip, exposing the side of my throat to his mouth for him to suck and bite. I start to wiggle again, but he yanks on my hair. “No moving,” he admonishes. “You’re about to get your reward, remember?”
Vaguely, I recall something about that, but all I know is I want to do whatever he tells me to.
He gives my hair one final tug before letting it go and sliding back down my body. His lips trace a path down my back to one of my butt cheeks, then he bites it. “This ass, my God. It has featured prominently in my fantasies.”
I suck in a breath.
He chuckles, then bites it again. “Yes, Willa. I’ve absolutely gotten myself off to thoughts of you. Do you like knowing that?”
“Yes,” I breathe, fighting so hard to keep still. “Please,” I whisper.
He growls. “Please, what?”
“Please let me move.” I’m desperate for relief. “I need —”
He sits up. “Raise your hips, pretty girl. Let me see you.”
“W-what?” I stammer, unsure.
He repeats himself. “Raise your hips, Willa, and show me your pretty pussy. I’d like to eat it.”
Oh. My. God.
He smacks my ass. “Now.”
Immediately, I raise my hips, my brain exploding from his words.
“On your knees. Chest on the mattress.”
I adjust myself as directed.
“There we go,” he praises. “Look at you. Glistening. Waiting for me.”
I whimper. “Can I move?”
He pops my ass again. “No.”
“Fuck.” My heart is racing, and the word is breathy when it comes out. I grip the comforter, needing something solid to remind me that this is real. That this intense feeling of euphoria and naughtiness and eroticism is all happening, and it’s real . And I want more. So much more. Something inside me unfurls and turns toward the light that is Reid.
“This is your first time, isn’t it?” he asks softly. “Being controlled like this.”
I nod, trying to breathe normally.
He trails a finger up the back of my calf and thigh, then over my butt and down the other thigh and calf. He continues the pattern, getting closer and closer to where I need him, but never close enough. “Reid, please,” I beg.
He brings his mouth to my ass, kissing and biting it. “You ready for me to put my mouth on your gorgeous pussy, Willa?”
This man and his naughty mouth are going to be the death of me. “Yes,” I say. I don’t even sound like myself anymore. My voice is guttural, animalistic. “Please.”
He hums behind me. “I like the way you say please, Willa. I’m grabbing my cock right now, and I want to shove it into you so badly, to bottom out inside you and make you scream. And I will. But not yet.” He breaks off with another curse, and before I can respond, his hands are lifting my ass just enough, and his mouth is between my legs.
I jerk at the sensation of the hot, wet heat of his tongue, then groan in relief. I begin to chant. “Fuck, Reid, thank you, thank you, thank you.”
It must be exactly what he needs to hear, because his mouth is performing magic. I moan, unable to contain myself and having no reason to do so, rocking my hips back and forth. Then he stops, pulling away and smacking my ass again.
“Nooo,” I whine.
“Don’t. Move,” he snarls.
I go still, but my mouth has other ideas. “Reid, please ,” I beg.
“No.” He descends again, his tongue pushing inside me.
I fight to keep still, but it’s almost impossible. I fist the sheets beneath me, the only movement I’m able to do, and am nearly blinded by pleasure. “More,” I manage .
He pulls away. “Turn over.”
I lower myself to the bed and do as he commands, then take him in. His eyes are wild, his lips wet with me, and he’s got his hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it leisurely. I take in a breath and let it out slowly, another wave of goosebumps taking over my body. “You’re so sexy,” I breathe, moving my hand to my pussy.
He narrows his eyes. “Absolutely not. You only touch yourself if I give you permission.”
I pull my fingers away and whine, circling my hips. “Reid, I need to...”
He gives me a wicked grin. “You need to what, Willa?”
I blush furiously.
His grin softens and gets sweet. “You can say the word, Willa.”
I lick my lips. “I need to come. Please let me come, Reid.”
He swears, and his eyes darken even further. Then he takes a finger and runs it up between my legs, making me hiss. “Like this?”
I swallow. “Any way is good.”
He gives himself a final pump, then leverages his body over mine. “Eyes on me, Willa.”
My face burns. “I don’t think…”
“You will watch me make you come, or you don’t come at all.”
I snap my eyes to him, my need overwhelming any lingering embarrassment.
With our gazes locked, Reid bends to take a lazy lick of me, running his tongue between my lips to my clit and circling.
My eyes roll back in my head.
“Eyes, Willa,” Reid demands. “Give me those eyes.”
I snap them open again, and he works me over, focusing exactly where I need him. Heat begins to swirl inside me, and my hips buck. When his eyes narrow, I whimper but obey, stilling my hips. He sucks my clit, and I gasp .
“Reid!” I yell.
“There you go.” He sucks again while pushing a finger into me. He follows with a second finger, and it’s all I need.
“Fuck, Reid, oh—” I moan, then tip over the edge, the intensity of the orgasm blinding me even as I manage to keep my eyes on his.
He works me through pulse after pulse of sweet relief, then eases up as I come down, pulling his fingers out and kissing a path up my body. He takes my mouth in a deep kiss, and I taste myself on him. I go limp when he pulls away, and something incoherent leaves my mouth, and he chuckles, sliding up to lie on his side next to me and running his fingers up and down my body.
“You are so sexy,” he murmurs. “I could watch you come all day long.”
I turn on my side to look at him as his dark eyes flare. “More,” I say simply. “I am nowhere near done.” After a moment’s hesitation, I murmur, “Please.”
He grins wickedly. “You think you’ve earned it?”
I run my hand over his chest, reveling in its hardness, the way his tan skin contrasts with the paleness of mine. There’s no more bandage on his shoulder, just a neat pink circle of the healing scar. I trace my hand down to his dick and wrap my hand around it, delighting in the velvet over steel. He jerks with the contact, and I smile up at him. “Can I?”
His eyes darken. “You can do whatever you want, Willa.”
I bend to him, taking his dick into my mouth immediately. I’m probably a little too enthusiastic, if I’m being honest, and I wouldn’t doubt he’s had better head, but I don’t care. I’ve wanted this man’s dick in my mouth, and now it’s here. I taste his precum, then adjust my position, kneeling between his legs to lick and suck, enjoying the moans coming out of him.
“Fuck, just like that, Willa,” he growls. “You like my cock, don’t you? ”
I release him with a pop. “I do.” I meet his eyes. And immediately, it’s crystal clear why he wanted me to look at him when the positions were reversed. The way he’s looking at me, as if his very world hinges on what I do next, is powerful. To have Reid’s attention on me, to know he’s waiting to see what I do next, that I have his desire at my disposal and can make him writhe with it, is a heady feeling. One I could definitely get used to.
I bend to him once again, tracing the thick vein running root to tip with my tongue before taking him to the back of my throat again. He whispers encouragingly to me. “That’s so good, Willa. Yes. Good girl, fuck, you like that, so do I.”
I feel his legs stiffen and think I’m going to get to bring him to orgasm the same as he did for me, but he leans down to pull me off.
I pout. “But you were so close.”
He grins. “Exactly.”
“Don’t you want to come?”
“Look at how easily you said the word,” he praises.
Naturally, I flush. He rolls over to the bedside table and pulls out a condom, and I watch as he puts it on. “I like to be edged, Willa.”
I blink, realization dawning. “Oh.”
“So I like the wait. The build-up. That way, when I do let myself orgasm, it’s more intense.” He rolls me onto my back and settles between my legs. “Have you ever been edged, sweetheart?”
I shake my head. “Can we not do that today?”
He leans to take my mouth in a kiss. “I’m in charge, sweetheart.” Then he pushes a finger into me. I gasp. “You ready for me?”
“Please,” I manage.
He withdraws his finger and positions his dick at my entrance. “Say it again.”
Something occurs to me. “Please, Officer. ”
His features darken and he growls as he gives me a little bit of him.
I wiggle, trying to get more. “Please, Officer MacKinnon,” I say breathlessly. “Give me your dick.”
“Cock.”
“Cock,” I repeat without hesitation. I don’t recognize the person I am right now. “Please give me your cock. I need it.”
“God, yes. So good.” He pushes all the way in.
The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, because of course it is. He goes deeper, fills me more, than anyone before him. Maybe it’s his experience, maybe it’s just him, but either way, it’s unreal. This is…this is…God. He pushes into me, again and again, his chest glistening with sweat above me, and all I can do is moan and writhe beneath him.
Reid’s eyes sear into mine. “Tell me.”
“So good,” I gasp, sliding my eyes away.
He grips my chin and forces me to look at him. “Look at me and tell me how much you love my cock.”
My walls tighten at his words and heat rises to my cheeks. I lower my gaze, but meet his again as he pushes into me.
He smirks. “Do you have any idea how much I love making you blush, Willa?” He pulls back and slams home, and I cry out. “Even now, when I’m balls deep in you, you still blush.” He pushes again, driving so far into me I think my spleen might be bruised. If that’s even a thing.
“Reid,” I gasp.
“Say it,” he growls. “Tell me you love my cock.”
“I love your cock,” I grit out.
“Good. Girl,” he pants, then begins to hammer into me. “Now come.”
Don’t have to tell me twice. I tip into oblivion at his command, gripping him tightly with my arms and legs while my walls pulse around his dick. “Fuck!” I yell, coming so hard I think I might pass out .
Reid slams into me, over and over, until he finally makes one last thrust and holds, pulsing inside me while he yells my name.
We cling to each other, breathing hard, for what feels like minutes. Eventually, I relax, and he pulls out of me, rolling to the side and jumping up to dispose of the condom.
When he returns, he hauls me to him, giving me no choice in the matter.
“You’re staying here,” he gruffs, his breath tickling my neck.
I wiggle my butt against him, happy once again to obey.