Chapter Eighteen
Reid
There were only two options to describe what was happening. I was going to hell for corrupting my best friend’s little sister. Or she was about to put me through hell. Either way, I was fucked because the sight of Hazel Rivera on her knees for me was about to be my undoing.
All she’d done was graze her nose along my shorts and run a finger down my length, and I was hard as fuck. You’d have thought I was a teenage boy with a girl touching his dick for the first time with how I was responding to her curious exploration.
It was intoxicating, trying to remain still while her gentle hands traced my thighs, when her fingers experimentally ventured between my legs, playfully cupping my balls as I tracked her every move with rapt attention.
Maybe there was something to slowing things down and exploring each other. Usually, my encounters were over as quickly as they began. Fast and hot, both of us parting ways after an exchange of orgasms without much fuss. It was just as much about the women getting what they wanted from me as it was about me getting off.
But as Hazel’s explorations progressively became more brazen—her bolder touches leaving my cock pulsing as she caressed it through the thin material—I was too caught up in what she was doing to me to want to rush things.
It’d be fucking torture, but she could play with me all she wanted. Despite her admitted inexperience, she seemed to instinctively know exactly how to touch me, an obnoxiously loud groan escaping my mouth as she finally wrapped her hand around my length, gripping hard and experimentally pulling upward.
“Fuck, kitten. Keep going,” I begged, my arms shaking as I looked down at her.
This didn’t feel like her using me to satisfy her curiosity. This felt like her wanting me, every movement of her hands showing me exactly how much she wanted to bring me pleasure.
“Look at me,” I gasped, flexing my hips as she leaned in and nuzzled my erection again.
Her eyes flashed to mine, filled with heat as she gripped me harder, drawing her hand upward while she kept eye contact and then leaned in to playfully bite the end of my dick. I groaned when her teeth grazed the ring at the tip and she gasped, moving her thumb to explore what she’d just accidentally discovered.
“You’ve got…” she breathed, her chest heaving. I watched the flush on her breasts spread enticingly up her neck as she realized my dick was pierced.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned, closing my eyes briefly and trying to focus on not finishing too early as she pressed harder, her thumb rubbing maddeningly against the ridge below the tip and then harder against the ring that protruded from the end of my cock.
“How did I not know you had a cock piercing?” Her voice was a nervous whisper. But it didn’t stop her from looking up at me as she leaned in, using her teeth to grab a hold of the little ball at the end, watching to see what I’d do when she tugged on it.
“Not exactly something I should be sharing with my buddy’s innocent little sister, Haz,” I rasped out, groaning again as she leaned in, sucking the tip of my dick through the material of my boxers, her tongue playing with the ring running through it while she firmly gripped the rest of me in her palm.
“Don’t talk about my brother when I’ve got your dick in my mouth,” she growled, stroking her hand roughly against me, my brain going fuzzy from the pleasure. For a virgin who’d never seen a dick in real life, she was doing a really fucking good job of knowing what to do with mine .
“I’m sorry,” I groaned, whimpering when she moved closer, flattening her tongue against the material covering me and tracing it firmly against the outline of my cock. It pulsed against her, and she grinned when it flexed, a bead of precum seeping through the material. Her eyes lit up at the sight, clearly realizing the wetness wasn’t only from her mouth.
“You like this?” she asked before she did it again, following the movement with a rough stroke of her fist, squeezing when she reached the tip and rubbing her thumb across the ring again and again until I was panting and trying to hold off from embarrassing myself.
“Yes, fuck . If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
“Good,” she whispered, leaning in to suck me through the material as she repeated her actions, my balls aching as I tried to fight off the urge to finish too quickly with the movements of her hands and her fucking sinful mouth.
If I didn’t know any better, looking down at her you’d think she had my cock down her throat with the motions of her head, and I pressed the button in my hand frantically, hoping I was capturing the images she needed for this commission before I accidentally destroyed the remote.
“Shit. I…I can’t…” I panted as she roughly stroked, her tongue playing relentlessly with my piercing, while she drove me closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck. I’m gonna come. Haz, I…”
She didn’t stop. Didn’t let up as she continued what she was doing, making my entire body tense before she looked up at me, watching me fall apart as my cock spurted, cum seeping through the thin material, drawing her attention as my warm release trailed down the back of her fingers.
Holding my gaze, she leaned in, darting her tongue out and tasting me, her eyes closing before she swallowed hard, shuddering.
“Fuck,” I growled, flexing my fists against the wall as I tried to tamp down the urge to haul her against me and kiss her hard.
Her chest heaved as she stared up at me, hand covered in the evidence of my desire for her, the taste of it on her tongue. My self-control was stretched thin as I watched her, eyes bright and a slow smile spreading across her lips when she realized she’d literally just tilted my fucking world on its axis. And it had me imagining her in this position with all our clothes out of the way, my cum dripping down her pink cheek.
“You liked that,” she whispered, a naughty glint in her eyes.
Unable to help myself, I pushed off the wall, pulling up my shorts before I dropped to my knees, grabbing my discarded shirt from the floor and using it to wipe her fingers. She watched me while I cleaned her up, nibbling on her lower lip. Once I was done, I looked at her, realizing she needed self-assurance right now, not some animal desperate to fuck her.
“Yes, kitten. I fucking loved that.”
She nodded, shifting to the side to sit down on the floor before she pulled the pillow into her lap, hugging it. But I didn’t want her to seek comfort from a pillow, I wanted her to seek it from me. Tugging it from her grasp, I flipped it backward onto the couch behind me, reaching forward to haul her into my lap. Turning her with her back against my chest, I nuzzled her neck, breathing her in while my frantic heartbeat settled.
“And it was—” I covered her mouth with my palm, leaning in to whisper in her ear.
“Yes, whatever you were going to ask, the answer is yes. You fucking rocked my world. I haven’t come in my pants since I was a teenager, and you had me so desperate I couldn’t even last a few minutes. So yes, Hazel, it was fucking okay.”
She nodded, leaning the side of her head against my bicep and wrapping my arms around her while she relaxed into my hold. Her hips squirmed against me, and I pulled her in tighter, nipping at her throat as I pressed my hips into her from below. It’d take me a few minutes to recover, so I wasn’t hard, but it felt good to have her in my lap like this. Like she belonged there.
“Come here,” I whispered, grasping her waist and urging her to turn around. Once she was settled facing me, I gripped her waist, pulling her in snug, and rubbing my hands along her back. She shuddered as I teased my fingertips at her waist, dipping underneath the hem of her tank top and teasing the bare skin above the waistband of her leggings.
Her eyes drifted closed as I touched her, my fingers trailing higher up her bare back, groaning when I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. My fingertips lingered where the band would be, and she tucked her face into my neck, her soft breaths turning into whimpers that had me desperate to strip her down and explore every inch of her soft skin with my tongue.
“Making you come made me wet,” she exhaled, her hips pressing down against me. “I didn’t know it’d make me feel like this.”
“Like what?” I asked, my fingers creeping along her side, my thumb tracing the soft skin along the side of her breast. She shuddered and leaned in further, running her nose along my throat as her thighs squeezed the outside of mine. Taking her silence as a cue she didn’t want to talk about it, I was surprised, and really fucking turned on when she whispered one word into my skin.
“Desperate.”
After her confession, it was like a dam broke, my hands frantically pulling out of her shirt and grabbing her ass, pushing my hips up into her as she clawed at my chest, rocking against me.
My teeth dug into the skin on her shoulder, nipping at her as she worked herself into a frenzy, rocking against my hardening cock like her sanity depended on it. I was trying desperately to let her lead, to take what she needed from me without letting things go too far, but when she whimpered in frustration, I knew I needed to take control.
“I need to make you come right now, kitten,” I groaned, holding her hands against my chest and tipping my head so I could see her face. Her eyes were frantic, her chest heaving as she nodded, licking her lips. “If I go too far, tell me to stop.”
“Okay,” she breathed, nodding in confirmation. I guided her up to her knees, pressing a hand between us. The material of her leggings was soft beneath my fingertips, not doing much to disguise how turned on she was when the material effortlessly slipped against her pussy underneath. But there were too many layers.
“Can I take these off?” My voice was a whisper, but she shook her head, practically vibrating in my lap. “That’s okay, I can still make you feel good with them on, scoot for—”
“Rip them,” she breathed, pressing my hand harder against her and whimpering when I crooked my fingers and grazed my fingertips against her clit.
“You sure?”
Another frantic nod had me settling her against my knees, my fingers grasping the soft material covering her with both hands and pulling until the stitches gave way with a ripping sound. She moaned as I pulled the hole wider, rubbing my thumbs against the wet panel of her light purple panties. For a virgin, Hazel had some seriously sexy underwear.
“Touch me,” she whimpered, leaning back, but I hauled her forward, banding an arm around her back as she straddled my waist. The fingers on my other hand delved into the ruined material of her leggings, teasing the damp panel of fabric, my cock springing to life beneath her legs when she rocked into my movements, chasing her own pleasure in a way that made my blood soar.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy,” I groaned, my fingers slipping against the slick material barely concealing her wet pussy, desperate to be inside of her. But I didn’t want to do something she’d regret later. Until she explicitly told me to fuck her with my fingers, I wouldn’t go there. No matter how desperate I was to feel her clenching around them—and my cock that had turned to steel inside my shorts.
“Oh, god, Reid, yes,” she gasped, arching backward, and I tucked my face into her chest, nipping at the exposed skin on her neck, dragging my lips down the column of her throat, and using my teeth to tug on her nipples through the thin material of her tank top while my thumb continued to rub her covered clit.
Hazel was frantic as she chased her release, instinctively grinding against my fingers with the same rhythm I was desperate for her to ride my cock. Having her like this felt natural, like she was meant to be in my arms, chasing her pleasure at my hands. And the thought of not being with her like this was a cold shock to my system as her body grew taut, and then snapped, her moans filling the air as she melted into my chest, trembling with her release.
“Just breathe,” I whispered into her hair, combing my fingers down the length, my nose buried into her soft locks, inhaling the sweet honeysuckle scent of it while she came back down to earth. “Breathe. I’ve got you.”
But I wasn’t sure for how long. This could be the last time she let me touch her. She could raise her head and shatter my heart by telling me this was a mistake. By using this as a reason to push me away.
And then she’d torture me by seeking comfort in Seven. Her mysterious boyfriend who didn’t even feel like me. I typed the words on the screen to her every night, but it was like she’d unlocked this part of me I’d forgotten for so long. The person who wanted to love someone and be loved. Who couldn’t wait to hear from the woman he was obsessed with.
Seven was someone who could break if she rejected him. But I found that so was I. If Hazel decided she didn’t want me, or that my betrayal had gone too far, then I’d lose her forever, and the mere idea of that happening had me hugging her tighter to my chest, not wanting to let her out of my sight until I could convince her I was the man she needed. Both sides of me.
I wasn’t sure how long we sat there; her curled into my chest, delicate fingers idly playing with the barbell through my nipple and me memorizing the texture of her hair with my fingertips. But eventually her breaths evened out, her body becoming heavy as she fell asleep in my arms. She worked so hard, and clearly the tension of the last week was getting to her.
And that was my cue to let her get some rest.
Gathering her into my arms, I stood carefully, cradling her body against my chest. She stirred as I carried her down the hallway, mumbling into my neck, but she was asleep again as I pulled back her covers and laid her on the bed. She curled on her side as I tried to smooth out her chaotic pink sheets, sighing as I tucked her blankets around her shoulders.
Laying a whisper of a kiss against her temple, I returned to the living room.
Erasing the evidence of our evening, I packed up the extra pizza and put it in her refrigerator. Resisting the urge to look at the pictures was torture, my camera roughly shoved into the bag before I collapsed the tripod. Her apartment was quiet as I gathered the empty pizza box and my equipment, using the spare keys to lock her door as I left.
It felt wrong to leave her like this, sneaking off in the middle of the night without a word, but I wasn’t sure what the next step with her was. How to move forward from here. Just like the events of the evening, everything was up to her. I was leaving the ball in her court, my heart in her hands, whatever cliché you could think of—the power was all in her tiny, talented fingertips.
As I braced myself to step out into the dark parking lot that separated my shop from the bar, I cast one last longing look toward her door, hoping the light of day wouldn’t ruin things between us.