Chapter Twenty-Six
Reid
Reenacting the scene of a romance novel was not how I ever expected to see Hazel like this for the first time, but every inch of creamy skin she revealed drove my desperation for her up a notch. She was fucking stunning, and my fingers literally ached at the thought of touching her. I’d traced the curves she was uncovering through various stages of being undressed, but never with her bare like she was now.
Shaking my head, I tried to focus on her movements, and not fantasizing about things I couldn’t have.
That wasn’t what this was about.
Tonight was about one last night where we could be together like this, working on a common goal, only the goal of getting pictures she could use for her commissions had shifted into one of mutual satisfaction.
My eyes were still drawn to the vibrator on the table with the long handle. I’d seen enough faux equipment in my lifetime to know exactly what that one did, and my brain had short-circuited when Hazel told me she liked to get fucked. Because that was not something I ever expected to come from her lips outside of a filthy fantasy scenario that my brain had concocted inside my shower while I touched myself to thoughts of her.
And those scenarios had been in overdrive for weeks as she revealed more and more of the person she’d been hiding from me—and everyone else.
Hazel had a secret naughty side, and I was ready to see her let it loose .
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered as she settled back against the couch cushions, spreading her legs wide without hesitation and holding the vibrator unabashedly against her clit. This wasn’t some inexperienced fumbling as she tried to figure out what to do. Hazel had played with this toy before, and if I had to guess by the practiced motions of her fingers, she played with it often.
My mouth watered at the sight of her pussy, which had my fingers frantically wrenching down the zipper on these damn fucking suit pants and then my thumbs shoving them and my boxer briefs to my ankles.
Her eyes tracked my movements, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips while she hungrily watched me grab my aching cock and squeeze. At this rate, it wouldn’t take much effort to get me there, but I didn’t want to miss the show in my desperation to get off.
There wasn’t time to appreciate that this was the first moment we’d really had to look at each other in the flesh, not hidden beneath layers of clothes or a strategically placed bedsheet. She was just as perfect as I’d imagined, lightly freckled skin, a pink flush staining her chest and neck from her arousal, guileless brown eyes framed by long dark lashes blinking up at me through the haze of her desire.
The teenage girl I’d once sat across a table from had transformed into a gorgeous specimen of a woman with subtle curves that were going to be my complete and utter undoing. Hazel had always been an important part of my life, and I hadn’t lied about her being family earlier, but she was also so much more. At this moment, blinking up at me and hungrily watching the movements of my hand, she wasn’t just the woman I wanted anymore; she was the woman I needed to keep breathing.
“You’re stunning.” My words came out in a low growl, and I struggled to focus long enough to settle into the chair across from her. “I fantasized you’d be like this. ”
“Like what?” she gasped, dipping the tiny vibrator inside of herself and then pressing the glistening toy back to her clit with a whimper.
“Unashamed,” I groaned, flexing my forearm as my fist squeezed the head of my weeping cock. “Wanton.”
My thumb passed over the head of my dick, her eyes widening when it slowly brushed against the ring protruding through the tip, causing a rumble to build in my chest. “Seriously fucking sexy.”
“You…” she whimpered, eyelashes fluttering as her fingers continued to move between her quivering thighs. “You’re sexy too. So strong.”
She’d seen me shirtless before, but not like this. Not fisting my bare cock to the sight of her pleasuring herself. But I was trying to hold off, to savor the sight and sounds of her pleasure. Because I knew this might be the only time she let me in like this. This might be the last time she let me this close to her as something other than a friend.
And while my motives for putting her in this situation were not exactly altruistic, I also knew that if I came too soon, she wouldn’t have the picture she needed.
“That’s it, kitten, keep going,” I murmured, watching her squirm against the vibrator. Her hips danced across the cushion beneath her, and I could tell she was close by the way her eyes could barely stay open to focus on me. She was lost to the haze of pleasure, and I had a front-row seat. “Turn the speed up, make yourself come. I can see how much you want it.”
Her fingers shook as she listened, the buzzing sound that had just been background noise becoming higher pitched, along with the moans she couldn’t hold in anymore.
My fingers flexed as my cock throbbed in my fist, but I didn’t dare move for fear that watching her would set me off. And whether or not I was actually touching her, Hazel’s pleasure would always come first.
“I…” she gasped, her neck arching and her head falling back to the couch behind her. “I can’t… ”
“You can.” My voice was low, filled with gravel as I encouraged her, knowing she was close but not quite there. “Concentrate on how every touch feels. Each movement of your fingers against your overheated skin. The slick sound it makes with every pass of that toy against your clit. How desperate you are. Just let go and feel the euphoria coursing through your veins.”
“Reid,” she moaned, her eyes locking with mine, her movements frantic as she chased the high she was so close to reaching. “Oh, God.”
Adrenaline roared through my veins as I watched her hit the peak, tipping over the edge with a whimpery moan, her legs shaking. Her beautiful body arched against the couch cushions as she let go, pleasure coursing through her body while I watched with rapt attention.
My pulse hammered in the side of my neck, my restraint skirting a very fine edge, but I kept myself under control, just watching her as I waited to see where she wanted to go from here.
I easily could have chased her into oblivion, used the scene in front of me to seek my own pleasure and it’d be over in seconds, but I waited, my fist flexed against the head, trying to keep myself in enough control that I wouldn’t risk going off too early.
Hazel slowly drifted back to her body; eyes closed as she stretched her arms above her head languidly with a satisfied hum. But I could tell the moment she remembered she wasn’t alone. Her movements faltered, her eyes drifting open until we locked gazes.
“You didn’t?” she asked, voice uncertain as she nodded at where my fist had a stranglehold on my dick.
“I didn’t,” I confirmed, waiting.
“Why didn’t you…” her voice trailed off as she grabbed a blanket from the end of the couch, moving to wrap it around herself.
“Don’t,” I growled, barely restraining myself enough to stay seated instead of flipping the coffee table out of my way and covering her body with mine.
“But… ”
“No. If you want this picture, don’t cover yourself up. He’s desperate, remember?”
She nodded, slowly reaching forward to pick up her tablet and stylus. Her eyes were wide as she continued watching me, likely cataloging how I looked right now.
I hoped this scene would remain imprinted in her memory, so every time she closed her eyes it would haunt her like it was going to haunt me.
“What do I…”
“Play the audiobook, grab the remote for that camera to take pictures if you need to, and draw. You know exactly what to do, kitten.” And if she didn’t do it soon, I wasn’t sure I could hold back any longer.
She nodded, getting everything into place and settling back onto the couch with her tablet in her lap.
As the narrator’s voice filled the space between us, my movements mimicked the character, following the description of Gio’s frantic need for the woman sitting across the room from him. It didn’t feel like I was imitating a fictional character. My desperation was real. I was head over heels for the woman whose expressive eyes were taking in every nuance of the scene in front of her and recording it on the tablet in her lap.
Watching her draw was almost as sexy as the fact she was naked while she was doing it, and I greedily took in her every movement.
“Fuck, Haz. I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” I panted, my pulse roaring in my ears as I twisted my wrist, thrusting up into my grip as I could feel my balls tighten, threatening to end this very, very soon.
“Just a little longer,” she murmured, the stylus in her hand moving furiously as she tried to capture this moment.
“I’m so close. I don’t know if I can.” My pained groan had a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips, threatening to send me right over the edge. She was enjoying this. And that thought had me using every trick in my arsenal to keep me from coming .
My thoughts were hazy as my movements slowed; my grip intentionally firm to keep from getting there. I wouldn’t come until she told me to. And she knew it as her motions faltered, her gaze on my body lingering while she drew things out.
She was torturing me, and she knew it. The little minx.
“Please.” I wasn’t above begging, my head falling backward as my cock throbbed in my hand, but I kept myself under control. For her. No one had ever made me feel this desperate, but I would do whatever Hazel asked me to.
“No,” her voice was stronger, and I tilted my head sideways to watch her, but she wasn’t even looking at me anymore. She was completely absorbed in the character on the tablet, bringing him to life in the way I knew only she could.
“Please, baby. I can’t fucking hold off any longer. You’re too beautiful.”
My rough voice echoed the words of the character on the phone speaker, and her eyes drifted to mine, filled with more emotion than I would have expected, given how adamantly she’d been pushing me away before.
She reached forward, stopping the audiobook and setting the tablet in her lap, eyes squarely focused on my hand.
“Then don’t hold back,” she said, voice confident and sexy.
That was all the encouragement I needed, my fist flying along my length as she watched, her eyes widening as my entire body tensed. I tried to keep my eyes open, but my orgasm hit like a freight train, my cock pulsing in my hand and my release erupting in spurts that dripped down the back of my fingers.
The moment the pulses stopped, Hazel was grabbing the tablet and her stylus; concentration squarely on finishing the last details of the drawing while I tried to breathe, a complete wreck slumped in the chair across from her.
A smile crossed her face as she finished, bright eyes meeting my drowsy ones.
I was sure from the outside, this scene would look ridiculous, me half-dressed with my pants around my ankles and my hand covered in cum, fingers frozen on my waning erection. Her naked, sitting across from me with a tablet in her lap, vibrators spread out across the table in between us.
But I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.
“Get what you need?” I asked, afraid to move and ruin the moment.
Her smile spread, her cheeks turning pink as she nodded.
“Now is when you decide to blush, kitten?” I chuckled, watching as the flush deepened, her eyes twinkling when the humor of the situation set in and she joined me, her laughter ringing out into the quiet room.
But as the gravity of the moment set in as the endorphins faded, her laughter slowly stopped, her eyes wary as she looked at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, reaching to the side table and grabbing some tissues to wipe my hand.
“Did we just ruin this?”
I faltered, my gaze snapping to hers. “Ruin what?”
“Everything. I don’t know how we come back from this.”
“Maybe we don’t come back from this,” I whispered, reaching down to pull up my pants. “Maybe this is when things go forward.”
“Reid.”
Shaking my head, I resisted the urge to look at her, quickly buttoning my shirt and fastening the buckle on my belt.
“You can’t just pretend this doesn’t change things.”
Sitting back with my fingers gripping the armrests, I finally lifted my eyes to find hers. “I’m not pretending anything, Haz. This changed everything. And if you weren’t so scared of taking what you wanted, you’d see how good we could be together. It wouldn’t matter that there is a reveal tomorrow, and it wouldn’t matter that you have feelings you don’t know what to do with for someone you’ve never seen. What would matter is how I feel about you, and what you want to do about that.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. It is that easy. Letting yourself feel what I know you feel for me is easy, it’s overcoming this bullshit fear that I don’t feel the same thing—that I’m not fucking desperate for you—that is keeping you from realizing that.”