Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Bellamy
Reid’s forehead rests against mine as we try to catch our breath.
When I sat down next to him at the bar, I never would have guessed that this night would end with the best sex of my life.
Is it because being with him is forbidden?
Okay, maybe not forbidden, but as my first one-night stand, I feel like I’m breaking the rules I’ve set for myself.
However, I don’t regret it. Not a moment spent with him will ever be a regret, but a memory I’m sure I’ll look back on often. To be honest, he might have ruined me for all men in my future. Just my luck, my first one-night stand would set the bar for great sex.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He eases back and climbs off the bed, offering me his hand. I take it, allowing him to help me to my feet.
“Reid!” I yelp when he bends and tosses me over his shoulder and carries me to the bathroom. I wince when he places my naked ass on the cold bathroom counter. “Cold,” I mutter.
Reid steps close, and I open my legs for him. His lips connect with mine. His kiss is potent, making me dizzy with need. All too soon, he steps back, breaking our connection. My eyes are fixed on his every move as he disposes of the condom, before reaching in and turning on the shower.
I keep my eyes fixed on his toned ass cheeks, which he catches me doing when he spins around. “Like what you see?” he teases.
“Meh.” I shrug when we both know you could bounce a quarter off his ass. The heat of my blush gives me away for sure.
“Riiight.” He chuckles, drawing out the word with a smirk on his lips, as he grips my hips, lifts me from the counter, and places me on my feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, smacking me lightly on the ass.
“Hey.” I turn to look at him over my shoulder.
He grins. “You got to stare at mine, so I get to spank yours.”
I open my mouth to give him a sarcastic reply, but nothing comes.
We both know it’s because I like his hands on me.
Doesn’t matter if he’s smacking my ass or letting those large, calloused hands of his explore every inch of my skin.
In just a matter of hours, I’ve come to crave his touch, and that’s not good.
This is why I’ve never had a one-night stand.
I can’t keep feelings and sex in two separate boxes.
They’re the same to me, and Reid’s not helping.
He’s sweet and patient, and damn him for making me want him.
He’s already rocked my world more than once tonight.
I should be satisfied and ready to walk away, right?
Isn’t that how this is supposed to work?
Shaking out of my thoughts, I step under the hot spray. Reid does, as well, closing the shower door behind him. He turns us so that the water is beating down on his back. His arms hold tightly around my waist as he pushes my hair to one shoulder and kisses my neck.
“How are you feeling, dream girl?” he asks softly.
“Come on now, you’ve already had me. You don’t need to keep showering me with sweet words.
I was a sure thing,” I tease. My words betray my body’s reaction to him referring to me as his dream girl.
He’s still looking for her. He can’t expect me to believe that suddenly, I’m that girl for him.
I can’t let his monster cock or his wicked tongue pull me into a false sense of security.
Gently, he turns me to face him. One hand wraps around my waist, settling at the base of my spine and holding me close to him.
The other cradles my cheek, and he tilts my head so that we’re eye to eye.
“I’m not that guy, Bellamy. I won’t lie to you and give you pretty words to manipulate you.
That’s not what this is. With each minute that passes, the more I learn about you, the harder I fall. ”
“You’re not supposed to fall,” I whisper.
He leans down, his lips a breath from mine.
“You can’t stop me.” Dropping his hand from my cheek, he grabs one of my hands and places it over his heart.
His blue eyes hold me captive. A tremor of emotion that I refuse to name shakes my chest. I want to close my eyes, to break the intensity of his stare, but his gaze ignites something in me I can’t name—something I refuse to name.
Finally, he breaks the spell, drops my hand, and reaches for the shampoo.
I stand still, letting him lather my hair.
I’ve never had a man wash my hair for me.
I know I should tell him to stop, that I can handle this on my own, because I can, but I also know that when the sun rises in a few short hours, our time together will be over.
So, instead, I stand still and allow him to take care of me, while trying to ignore the fact that he’s the first man ever to want to do so.
“Switch with me.”
Doing as he says, we swap places. My back is to the spray, so I dip my head, letting it rinse out the shampoo.
My eyes are closed, so I don’t see him coming, but I feel him suck a nipple into his mouth.
He does this thing with his tongue and his teeth.
A nip, and then a soothing caress; it has my knees going weak and my pussy throbbing for more of him.
I grip his forearms to keep from falling. His wicked tongue is going to be the root cause of me crashing to this shower floor.
“I’ve got you,” he assures me.
The next thing I know, I’m being lifted in the air. Automatically, I lock my naked, wet body around his and hold on tightly. Reid turns us and pushes my back up against the shower wall. “I can’t get enough of you,” he growls.
I’ve read about men and their growly voices, but hot damn, the real thing has nothing on fiction. I want to tell him that I feel the same, but I choose to keep my mouth clamped shut. There’s no point in pretending this can be more than what it is.
His lips trail down my neck, and his hard cock grinds against me.
“Please,” I moan, because damn if I don’t crave feeling him inside me again.
“Bad news, beautiful,” he says, nipping at my ear.
“What’s that?” My body stiffens, waiting for his rejection.
“Only had one condom.”
“What? You don’t carry more than one?” I ask.
He thinks this is the funniest thing in the world because he tosses his head back in laughter. “No, Bellamy, I don’t carry more than one. I know that we don’t know each other very well, but I don’t do this sort of thing often.”
“You don’t have to lie to me,” I tell him, looking over his shoulder.
“I won’t lie to you. Ever. It’s been almost a year since I’ve been with anyone, and she was—” he starts, but I raise my hand and place it over his mouth.
“Stop. I don’t want to hear about her,” I say, hearing the jealousy in my tone.
“There is no her. There’s only you.”
“You and that silver tongue.” I shake my head.
“Hey, you like my tongue, and I happen to know my tongue really likes you.” He wags his eyebrows, and now, we’re both grinning. “But truly, I’ll never lie to you. That’s not who I am. The last woman I was with was someone I’ve known for years and dated casually for events and such.”
“It’s been longer for me,” I confess, feeling as though I should give him the courtesy of the same information.
I’m aware of the fact that we should have had this conversation before we fell into bed together, but I can be honest with myself and say it wouldn’t have mattered.
As long as he’s unattached, and there is no faded mark on his ring finger, and no one has been blowing his phone up all night, wondering where he’s been.
“So, yeah, as bad as I’d like to feel your pussy gripping my cock, we’re going to have to take that off the table. But I’ve got you,” he tells me. “I’m going to lift you, and I want you to wrap your legs around my neck.
“What? Your neck? No. I can’t do that. I’m too heavy.”
“Yeah, right.” He laughs. “Trust me, Bellamy. I’ve got this.”
All I can do is nod, and then I’m being lifted. I toss my legs over his shoulders and bury my hands in his hair to keep from falling. My back presses against the wall, helping to stabilize me.
I don’t get the chance to ask him what he’s doing because he dives right in, sucking my clit into his mouth. He grips my ass cheeks, and with each stroke of his tongue, I step a little closer to the edge of bliss that my body already knows he can provide.
I grip the strands of his sandy blond hair and hold on for dear life as he brings me to yet another orgasm. I feel boneless as my body slumps against the wall. Reid manages to lift me off his shoulders and moves to the shower seat, with me straddling his hips.
“You still with me?” he asks. My eyes are closed, but I can hear the smirk in his voice. He’s proud of himself, as he should be. No man before him has ever learned to play my body like he has.
“I’m still here,” I say, wiggling my hips, making him groan.
“None of that,” he says, gripping my hips to stop me.
“I let you have your way with me,” I tell him.
“I know, baby, but we don’t have any more condoms.” The tone of his voice tells me that it was painful for him to recite those words to me.
“Maybe just the tip,” I say, drunk on lust. This isn’t me, I’ve never taken this kind of risk, that’s not who I am, but apparently, it’s who I am with him. Reid makes me feel things, makes me want to risk things I never would have considered before meeting him.
“That’s a dangerous game, Bellamy.” His hand slides under my hair and grips my neck, pulling my forehead down to his. “I don’t even know your last name,” he says, his voice gritty with desire.
“Just a little,” I say, lifting onto my knees to reach between us and grip his cock.
“Motherfucker,” he says, as I stroke him.
“Tell me no.” My voice is almost pleading. This is risky as hell. I’m on the pill, but that’s not 100 percent effective.
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yes. I take it at the same time every day.”
Lifting his head, his dark blue, stormy gaze seizes me. “You want this?”
“With you. Just—I need to feel you, Reid.”