Chapter 22 #2
Letting his balls drop from my mouth, I dropped feather-light kisses up the side of his cock. Across the head. Back down the other side. I repeated that pattern until Reid’s leg was quaking against my shoulder. Until he said the magic words I’d been waiting for.
“Please, Ev. More. Please.”
My wolf howled in triumph as I finally drew him between my lips. There was no teasing. Not now. I took him into my throat in a single movement, swallowing when he bottomed out.
“Evan!” Reid’s cry was loud enough to make me grateful no one was standing watch. “Oh fuck. Please. Please.”
My sweetheart didn’t need to beg. He was going to learn quickly that I couldn’t deny him anything.
Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked him harder.
Fuck, he tasted so good. I couldn’t get enough of him.
His hips were thrusting now as he chased his release, and I couldn’t resist glancing up at him.
Reid approaching an orgasm was a majestic sight.
His head was thrown back against the wall, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.
The long line of his throat was stained with colour.
Lips still swollen from my kisses were parted as he drank down oxygen between moans.
My cock was like steel in my joggers, but it was surprisingly easy to ignore it. The pleasure and satisfaction I was getting from watching Reid was better than touching myself would’ve been.
Speaking of touching, I needed to feel more of him. My hands went to his arse cheeks and palmed them roughly. I squeezed and kneaded his flesh as I mapped their shape. Several times, my fingers flirted over the seam between them, but never breached it.
Not until Reid tugged sharply on my hair. My gaze snapped up to find his eyes on me. “Stop playing and touch me properly.”
I groaned around his cock as my own kicked in response. Apparently Reid was a bossy bottom.
And apparently, I very much liked it.
I considered stopping to find some lube before dismissing the idea.
My mouth made an obscene noise as I pulled off Reid’s cock. “We really need to be better prepared in future.”
“Next time,” Reid vowed.
I waited until I’d thoroughly moistened one of my fingers before I responded. “Promise?”
We both knew I wasn’t asking about the lube. I was asking if there would be a next time. Perhaps it was unfair of me to do mid-blow job, but hey, I didn’t like to play fair.
Not where winning Reid over was concerned.
“Promise,” Reid rasped. “Now hurry up and make me come.”
My mouth descended before the final syllable left his lips. This time, when my hands went to his rear, there was no teasing. My finger slicked with spit sought out the puckered skin. I stroked it gently, getting a burst of precum for my efforts.
My digit slipped a few centimetres past the tight ring of muscle. I didn’t let it go further. Spit only got you so far, and I wasn’t going to risk hurting him.
Reid whined, trying to shove backwards and force me deeper. With a growl, I grabbed his hip with my spare hand and held him still.
“Give me more,” Reid moaned. “I can take it, Ev. It’ll be fine.”
I glared up at him—as much as I could with his dick halfway down my throat—and tried to convey a message with my eyes. I won’t risk hurting you.
“Fine,” Reid muttered, his head hitting the wall with a thud. “But we’re taking the lube back to yours and doing this again later. Properly. You might even have to fuck me to make it up to me.”
I almost choked on the laugh trying to force its way out of my throat. There was no room for it. Not with how stuffed full I was.
If Reid thought me fucking him was a punishment then I fully intended on getting into trouble as often as possible.
I was so hard I could practically feel my heartbeat in my cock. Reid’s every moan took me higher, every tug on my hair feeling like a stroke along my length. At this rate, I might not even need to touch myself. There was every chance I’d come in my boxers like a teenager.
Totally worth it. I wouldn’t even feel embarrassed.
That was when Reid whined my name. It was the sound I’d come to so many times. The memory I’d replayed every time I’d touched myself over the past few weeks.
I had to touch myself. I might not need it to get there, but I couldn’t stop myself.
My hand had just nudged at my waistband when Reid spoke above me. “Don’t.”
I froze, not sure what he meant. Reid must’ve realised my confusion, because he quickly elaborated, voice hoarse. “Don’t touch yourself. Please?”
I immediately pulled my hand away. My cock was screaming bloody murder at me, but I ignored it.
What Reid wanted, Reid got.
“Thank you,” he breathed, his fingers spasming in my hair. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
I wanted to tell him he didn’t need to worry. That I didn’t give a fuck if I walked around with blue balls for the next year so long as he was happy. But I didn’t get a chance to say any of that.
Because Reid was coming.
“Evan,” he cried, his hips jerking as he filled my throat. “Evan!”
I swallowed rapidly, savouring the taste of him. My plan was to lick him all over. To check I’d not let a single drop go to waste.
But I didn’t get the chance.
His cock had barely stopped throbbing when he pulled firmly on my hair. This wasn’t like the gentle tugs from earlier. This was a command.
Reid wanted me to get off.
I pulled back quickly, blinking up at him. “Everything okay?”
He didn’t answer me. Not with his words, anyway. His eyes were wild as he dropped his leg from my shoulder and fell onto me.
My arms shot up to catch him, but not before the weight of him sent me on my arse. “Reid, what—”
The words died as he scooted down my body, tugging at my joggers. “Up. Now.”
I lifted my hips wordlessly. With a satisfied grunt, Reid slid them down, my cock snapping free so enthusiastically that it almost caught him in the face.
“Fuck yes,” he murmured, stroking me firmly. I swore the groan I let out started in my toes, building through my entire body before spilling out of my lips. “This is perfect.”
No, Reid was perfect. While ninety per cent of me was focused on the present, the other ten per cent was wondering how the fuck I could persuade this man to stick around.
Potentially forever.
Just when I thought this couldn’t get any hotter, Reid looked up from between my thighs and winked. “You can come any time now.”
The witty retort died on my tongue as he took me into the warmth of his mouth. He lifted up to lick around the head before diving back down.
And down.
And down.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” My words were strangled as I fought to keep my hips still. “Oh, fuck.”
There was a wet sucking noise as Reid pulled off. “You can move.”
“Are ye sure?”
“Positive.” He nodded firmly, idly stroking me as he spoke. “I won’t break.”
He might not, but what about me?
Suddenly, I was questioning my sanity. Reid had explicitly said that a relationship wasn’t on the cards. That he couldn’t see himself being part of a clan ever again.
So why the fuck had I thought this would be okay? That we could have sex and I’d walk away with my heart unscathed?
Because you were thinking with your dick, moron.
He had me in his mouth again.
Reid’s delicate fingers curled around my hip, encouraging me to move, to fuck his throat the way my body was screaming to. The fear ebbed but didn’t disappear. It had its claws in my wolf’s fur, refusing to let go.
I pushed it away. It was too late. The deed was done.
I’d deal with the fallout later.
The building release promised to shake me to my core. My toes curled in my boots as Reid sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me.
As I approached the cliff, the fear hit once more. The fear of what this might do to me. Last time, I’d been too focused on Reid to think about it. But things were different now.
My feelings about Reid were different.
I was dimly aware of my moans echoing off the walls. Of the orgasm that was coming, regardless of whether or not I was ready. I flung my arms out as I tried desperately to find purchase. To cling to anything that might stop this fall. That might save me from breaking.
Just then, a hand grabbed mine.
Fingers laced together.
Warm blue eyes urged me onwards.
I let go. I let myself feel.
Trusting that Reid had me.