Chapter 31 #2
I did everything I possibly could—kept my face blank, my breathing even, my whole body in check. Anything to make sure he didn’t see right through me. Because if he did? Game over.
“That’s funny, because I know for damn sure your pussy isn’t done with me. I bet it needs me so goddamn bad that it’s soaking wet right now, begging for me."
My heart hammered wildly, now betraying my composure. I fought the unrelenting ache between my legs as I clenched them together, smelling his cologne. Being inches away from him but not touching him was killing me—it took everything in me to resist.
"Wrong again," I forced out, but I knew he didn’t believe those words either.
Reese leaned in as he whispered against my ear, "Oh yeah?” The words sent a shiver down my spine, my dress already riding up my thighs as his fingers crept beneath the hem.
His dragging touch was electric, as if he wanted to savor every inch of me.
His rough calluses grazed the tender skin of my inner thigh.
“Yeah,” I said as I bit down on my lip to keep myself together.
He clenched his jaw as he said, “You’re so goddamn stubborn.”
He didn’t stop there. Oh no. His hand inched higher, pushing the fabric of my dress up, up, until he reached the edge of my panties. His fingers slid over the lace, and I felt the heat of his palm as it cupped my pussy.
"Hate to break it to you, baby," he growled, his lips brushing my ear as he gently bit down.
"You’re not just wet, your panties are fucking drenched.
" I could feel his smirk, the smug asshat. He pulled his hand away, letting the dress fall back into place. “You’re mine... you know it just as much as I do.”
“I’m not yours,” I breathed, the fight in me dying as I ached for him to keep touching me.
His hand trailed up my body, leaving me gasping until he wrapped it around my throat. His thumb pressed against my pulse point, and I could feel the erratic thrum of my heartbeat under his touch.
"Tell me to stop then," he dared, but I couldn’t—I wanted him, needed him like oxygen and he knew it.
I looked him in the eyes, my chest heaving as I whispered, "No."
He stared at my lips before crashing against me in a possessive and demanding kiss.
He tilted his head, and his tongue slid into my mouth, owning me as I moaned into him.
He broke the kiss only to tug my dress down, exposing my tits to him.
His mouth was on me in an instant, his tongue swirling around one nipple while his fingers pinched and teased the other.
I arched into him, my back pressing against the rough wood of the barn wall.
“Oh god,” I moaned embarrassingly loud, realizing that people were now taking their seats for dinner just outside the barn. "What if someone finds us? Hears us?" I gasped, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire.
Reese pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze dark and hazy. "Ask me if I give a shit right now?"
I didn’t. His hand moved back down, slipping between my thighs, and I could feel the slickness there, the undeniable proof of how much I wanted him. His fingers teased my clit, circling, pressing, until I was writhing against him.
Then, without warning, he slid one finger inside me, and I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. He added a second finger, then a third, his thumb still working my clit as he curled his fingers, and I was lost, my head falling back against the wall as he fucked me with his hand.
"Tell me you want me," he demanded, his voice rough with need.
“I want you so bad,” I panted, arching my back into him.
“Do you want proof that you own me? That you make me so fucking hard I can’t see straight?”
“Show me,” I urged, trailing my fingers over the buttons on his dress shirt.
He pressed his palm flat against the wall above me, the hardness of his body caging me in, his chest rising and falling with the kind of urgency that told me he was barely holding on. I could feel him, the way his breath hitched as his other hand worked the zipper of his pants.
His cock sprang free, and Jesus fucking Christ, I was down bad.
Thick, veined, and already glistening with pre-cum, it pulsed in my hand like it had a heartbeat of its own.
I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling the ridges, the way he twitched under my touch like he was fighting not to come right then and there.
He groaned, low and deep, the sound vibrating through me as he slowly shifted his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he fought for control.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re everything I want.”
He straightened up long enough to hook his hands under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly.
My legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as he slid my panties to the side and positioned himself at my entrance.
The tip of his cock pressed against me, teasing, and I whimpered, nails scraping down his back as I tried to pull him closer.
“Please,” I begged, the word torn from my throat. “Please, just—”
He didn’t make me wait any longer. With a delicious thrust, he slid himself inside me, inch by relentless inch, until there was no space left between us.
I gasped, my body stretching to accommodate him, every nerve ending on fire with sensation.
He was so fucking big, so impossibly thick, and the way he filled me had my entire body feeling it.
“Shit,” he growled again, his voice rough. “You feel so goddamn tight wrapped around me. Like you were made for me.”
He pulled out slowly, agonizingly so, until only the tip remained, and then he slammed back in with a force that made me cry out.
He set a tantalizing rhythm, snapping his hips as each thrust hit that sweet spot deep inside me.
My toes were curling, vision blurring. His hands gripped my thighs like he was afraid he’d lose me if he let go, and every time he buried himself inside me, I could feel the way his cock pulsed. He was marking me as his.
I screamed louder and he covered my mouth with his hand, his fingers pressing against my lips as he fucked me. I could see people through the cracks in the wood, walking by, their voices faint but too close for comfort.
He didn’t care. He didn’t slow down. If anything, he fucked me harder, his hips thrusting hard and heavy against mine, the pleasure building until it was almost too much to bear.
“You like that?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear. “You like how deep I’m fucking you?”
I couldn’t answer—words were beyond me at this point—but I didn’t need to. My body answered for me, clenching around him as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. He groaned, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he continued, his hips snapping against mine with a desperation that matched my own.
“Reese. Right there. I’m close—”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
I wanted to feel him come undone with me, to feel his cock twitch and spill inside me as I was falling apart.
And when he did, it was with a guttural groan that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul.
His hips slowed as he emptied himself into me, his cock pulsing in time with my own orgasm as I came around him, my vision blurring as pleasure consumed me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, muffled against my neck as he dropped his shoulders.
“Fuck is right,” I drew in a shaky breath, my chest tight with the undeniable truth—this man had me in a chokehold. He was always in my head, wrapped around every thought I tried to suppress. No matter how hard I fought it, I was his.
He pulled back slowly, just enough to look me in the eyes. "This isn’t done."
I kissed his jaw, my lips brushing against the stubble there, and whispered, "No, baby. It’s not."
Falling for him was never part of the plan.
I was supposed to keep him at a distance and guard my heart.
But every time I was with him, I slipped a little further.
He was going to leave. I knew the reality.
The draft was coming. Soon, he’d be somewhere else—with a whole new life far away.
I’d tried being logical about this, I’d tried to pull away before it was too late.
But it was already too late. I might get hurt.
No, I probably would. But for once, I don’t care anymore.
I couldn’t keep fighting this. Not when he looked at me like I’m the most precious thing on this planet.
After getting ourselves together, I followed Reese to the side of the barn hidden away from guests. He slid open the door slowly, the rusty hinges resisting. We walked out into the night, but we weren’t alone. Giggles and fragments of a hushed conversation drew our attention.
"You know I can't refuse you anywhere," a man's voice murmured from the darkness.
My eyes adjusted to the shadows, my mind working to figure out what I was seeing—a girl, her back pressed against the rough planks of the barn wall, her head tilted back.
A man leaned into her, one hand in her hair.
My breath caught in my throat as the man moved to kiss her neck, revealing a glimpse of his face.
In the stillness that followed, the only sound was the soft rustle of fabric and my quickening pulse thundering in my ears. My hand trembled, and without warning, my phone slipped from my grasp, clattering to the ground and shattering the silence.
I looked over at Reese, searching for some reaction in his usually calm demeanor. He stood next to me, frozen, jaw clenched tight. I knew he was seeing exactly what I was seeing.