14. Reece #2
Then I slide down her body.
My palms smooth up the backs of her thighs, spreading her wider, dragging her closer until her heels are over my shoulders and her cunt is inches from my mouth. I look up once, just to watch her face as I drag my tongue through her folds. She arches like she’s been struck.
“Fuck— Reece?—”
I groan against her, sucking her clit between my lips and circling it with my tongue. Her moans get louder, filthier, one hand diving into my hair and gripping hard.
“Jesus, I— Oh my God?—”
I don’t stop. I flatten my tongue and lap at her like a man starved, fucking her slowly with two fingers while my mouth works her over like a sin I never learned to regret.
Her legs start to shake. “I can’t— I’m gonna?—”
I pull back just enough to growl, “That’s right. Give it to me.”
Her entire body locks, then shatters, hips grinding, thighs clenching, voice breaking as she screams my name and comes hard against my mouth.
I don’t let her recover. I kiss my way up her body, sucking one nipple into my mouth, then the other, hands rough as they mold her curves like I’m trying to memorize every inch of her skin. She’s still panting when I pin her wrists to the mattress and line myself up with her soaked entrance.
Her eyes go wide. Mouth parted.
“Ready?” I ask, my voice wrecked.
She nods. “Yes. God, yes.”
I thrust into her in one slow, brutal push—watching her face, the way her lips tremble, the sharp cry she can’t stop as I stretch her open inch by inch.
“Fuck, Skye,” I growl. “You feel… so fucking good.”
She lifts her hips, taking more of me. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop?—”
I start to move. Long, hard strokes. Her fingers twist in the sheets. Her back arches. The sounds, our skin, her moans, my groans, they’re a fucking symphony of everything I’ve been denying myself.
I drop my forehead to hers.
“Look at me,” I command, fucking her deeper now. “I want you watching me when you come again.”
Her eyes lock on mine, desperate, unguarded. “Tell me who you belong to,” I growl, hand slipping between us to rub tight circles over her clit.
Her breath stutters.
“You,” she gasps. “I belong to you.”
“Damn right you do.” I fuck her harder. The bed shakes. Her moans get higher, louder, like she’s right on the edge again. I bite her shoulder, confessing filthy desires against her skin.
“You gonna let me come inside you, sweetheart? Let me fill you up?”
She whimpers. “Yes. Please. God?—”
She falls apart again, clenching around me, body trembling, tears in her eyes from how hard she comes. It breaks me. I thrust once more, then spill inside her with a low, guttural groan.
“Oh fuck, baby.”
I collapse over her, careful not to crush her, and bury my face in her neck. We’re both trembling. Our sweat-slick skin sticks together. Our breaths sync. And for a moment, everything is still. Then her fingers slide into my hair, soft and slow, stroking through the tension.
“You weren’t kidding,” she whispers.
I lift my head, meeting her eyes.
“About what?”
She smiles. “You wrecked me.”
I press a kiss to her jaw. “Already? I was just getting started.” I drag my lips to hers, and within seconds she’s kissing me harder, her tongue thrusting against mine.
“Ohhh yes,” she hisses, her pussy tightening around my half-hard cock that’s still inside her. “Fuck me again, Mr. Blackwood.” Her eyes roll slightly back into her head as her hips start to thrust against mine. “Please.”
“Oh, you don’t play fucking fair, do you, baby girl?” I growl, grasping a handful of her hair, tugging her head back to expose her throat. “I’m going to take you hard and rough because you fucking deserve it after your behavior these last few weeks.”
Her breath is still ragged, her skin flushed and shimmering with sweat, when I drag her hips to the edge of the bed and flip her over. She gasps as I press her chest down into the mattress and grip her ass in both hands.
“Fuck,” I groan, dragging my thumbs down the backs of her thighs. “Look at this body.”
She whimpers when I spread her wider, staring at her swollen, glistening pussy and the soft curves of her bent over like she was made for this.
“I’ve thought about this,” I mutter, running the head of my cock through her slick folds. “More times than I should admit.”
“Reece—”
“I’ve jerked off to the image of you bent over my desk,” I say darkly, guiding myself back inside her. “My hand wrapped around my cock, thinking about this sweet, tight pussy stretched around me.”
She moans loud and long, pushing back against me as I thrust deep.
“You don’t even know, Skye,” I growl, fucking her slow and hard, each stroke slamming her hips into the mattress. “All those mornings in the office, watching you walk past like you didn’t have every man in the room losing their fucking minds.”
“Shit—”
“I saw it. The way you smiled. The way you sat just so your skirt would ride up your thighs. You knew I was watching.”
“I did,” she admits, breathless. “I wanted you to.”
“Yeah?” I slam into her harder now. “You want to know what I thought about while I watched you talk to the others?”
She nods, moaning incoherently into the sheets.
“I thought about dragging you into the conference room and bending you over the table,” I growl, a bead of sweat tumbling down my temple.
“Oh God.” I slow my movements for a second, looking down to watch my cock slowly slide in and out of her. “Oh goddamn, you look good taking my cock,” I groan, biting down on my lower lip to keep from coming.
“Thought about fucking you with your hands flat on the glass while the whole floor listened.” I can’t hold back any longer.
My hips pick up pace again, and I slide all the way inside her at a punishing pace.
“Thought about sliding my tongue deep in your sweet pussy while you came so I can taste you.”
“God, Reece?—”
“You like that?” I reach around and rub her clit in tight circles. “You like knowing I’ve come thinking about you?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes.”
Her body clamps around me again, her thighs quaking, her cries dissolving into panting moans as she shatters for the second—or third—time beneath me. But I don’t stop.
I keep fucking her, relentless now, hips snapping forward, cock sliding in and out of her soaked heat as I chase my own release. I don’t know how I’ve lasted this long. I haven’t been inside of a woman in years and the mere thought of tasting her had me coming in minutes by myself.
“You feel so fucking good,” I rasp, teeth clenched. “Tightest pussy I’ve ever had. Perfect ass. Fuck, Skye?—”
I grab a fistful of her hair, just enough to pull her upright. Her back arches against my chest, her head dropping to my shoulder as I pound into her from behind.
“You want me to fill you again?” I whisper against her ear. “Want me to come so deep it leaks down your thighs?”
“Yes, Reece— Please?—”
And that’s it.
I slam into her once, twice, and then spill inside her with a groan so low it vibrates through both of us. Her name tears from my throat like a howl.
We collapse together, breathless, her body cradled against mine. Her breath is still stuttering. Mine, too.
But before either of us speaks, I lean down and press a slow, reverent kiss to her shoulder. Her jaw. Her lips. It’s soft and sweet this time. She hums beneath me, her body boneless and spent, skin flushed and warm against mine.
“I’ll be right back,” I whisper, but she barely nods, eyes fluttering shut.
I climb off the bed and go into the bathroom, turning on the tap and grabbing one of the soft white towels hanging beside the sink. I run it under warm water, wring it out, and return to her quietly.
She hasn’t moved. I kneel beside the bed and sweep the towel gently between her thighs. She gasps softly, her legs twitching as the heat touches her.
“Okay?” I ask.
She nods. “Yeah. Just sensitive.”
I slow down, more careful as I tend to her. I toss the towel aside and slide back into bed with her, pulling the sheets over our bodies as I settle behind her. My palm traces down her side, from the curve of her ribs to the dip of her waist, committing the shape of her to memory.
She shivers under my touch. I shift onto my elbow, gaze sweeping over her bare back, her hips, her thighs. Then I see it.
A faint red mark just above her shoulder where I bit her. Not hard enough to bruise. But enough to leave something.
A mark .
My fingers graze it. Her head turns, lashes fluttering open. “That better not be what I think it is.”
I lift a brow. “What do you think it is?”
“A mark. From your caveman teeth.”
I lean in and kiss it again, soft and slow. “It’s not a severe mark; it’ll be gone by morning.”
She snorts. “You bit me.”
“Lightly.”
“Like I was a steak.”
I chuckle. “A very delicious, perfectly rare one.”
She smiles, rolling onto her back, and that’s when I see all of her again. Lit only by the soft bedside lamp, hair wild, lips swollen, body wrecked and gorgeous. And mine… at least for tonight.
“Beautiful,” I reply, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek. “Every fucking inch. Are you okay?” I ask, my voice quieter now.
She smiles, lazy and soft. “Yeah. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk straight for a few hours, but I’m definitely okay.”
“I promise to let you get at least an hour or two of sleep tonight.” My hand drifts down her side, slow and possessive. I’m not done touching her. Not by a long shot. My gaze sweeps over the curve of her waist, her hip, the soft rise of her ass.
“Again?” She looks back at me.
“Not yet but yes, again later.”
“How do you have the stamina? I feel like I’m the most relaxed I’ve ever been.” She lets out a small groan, arching her back slightly as she stretches against me.
“Not used to a man with a healthy appetite?” I lean in this time, nipping my teeth against her jaw.
“That’s definitely not how your son did it.”
I freeze.
Blink once.
She bursts out laughing. “Oh my God, I’m sorry. I had to say it.”