7. Reid
SEVEN
REID
I knew this woman was going to be trouble, but I wasn’t ready for how good she’d taste—like a night of poor decisions. Like lemon and blueberry and crisp chardonnay. Delicious and sexy and so far out of my league, I’m still not convinced I’m not dreaming.
I lead her to a corner that’s tucked away so we’re out of sight. I thread my right hand in her hair and let my left roam down her body. Over her soft curves. Past her waist and hooking under her thigh. I lift her leg so it’s wrapped around my hip, and I feel smooth skin under her dress.
Avery kisses me like she hasn’t kissed anyone in years. It actually has been years for me, but I must be doing an okay job, because she lets out a soft moan. I mark it down as a stamp of approval.
I bite her bottom lip and smile when she grabs a handful of my shirt and yanks me toward her. I move to her neck and kiss the spot below her ear. The spot above her shoulder and the small sliver of skin under the tiny strap of her dress. Her moan is louder this time, like she’s fucking desperate for me, and that spurs me on.
“You were lying to me,” Avery says.
It’s all breathless and rough, and when I glance down at her, smug satisfaction races through me.
She looks thoroughly wrecked, and I’ve barely touched her. Her lipstick is smeared, and the right side of her hair is sticking up. Her pupils are blown wide and she’s breathing hard, like she’s been running for miles.
I hum when she arches her back off the wall and tips her hips into mine. I should be embarrassed that I’m already hard, but it’s difficult to care about anything when she rests her hand low on my stomach and plays with the button of my pants.
“What am I lying about?” I ask.
“Never kissing someone without knowing what they like.”
“I promise this is a first-time thing.”
“You’re very good at it.” Her nose brushes against mine and then she’s kissing my neck. Sucking on my skin and breathing hot gasps into my ear when she feels my cock straining against my zipper. “Very thorough.”
“I told you I haven’t had any performance complaints. There may not be many, but all past participants have given me positive feedback.”
“What other feedback have they given you?”
“You really want to talk about this?” I ask.
“I don’t see why not.” Avery smiles. “You’re here with me. Not them.”
“My hands.” The palm on her leg inches higher and disappears under her dress. I stroke the inside of her thigh and she sighs, content. “They like my hands.”
“Because you know what to do with them?”
“I like to think I do. But maybe you can tell me for sure.”
I gently grab her chin and kiss her again. It’s not as rough as the first time, not because I want her any less, but because I want to savor her for a second. I want to get my head on straight so I don’t say something that will fuck this up and ruin the moment.
She kisses me back with her lips and her teeth and some incredible thing she does with her tongue that has my hand moving from her chin to the wall to hold myself up.
“Show me,” she whispers. “I want to see.”
“How much have you had to drink tonight?” I ask.
There’s no way in hell this is happening. Not to me.
“Enough to feel weightless. Like I’m floating and everything is nice. Not enough that I don’t know where I am or who I’m with.” Her palm folds over mine and she drags my fingers up to the waistband of her underwear. “I want you to touch me, Reid.”
I think I might be shaking.
I think I might also be leaking in my briefs.
I’ve had sex before, obviously, but it’s always been in a controlled environment with variables I’m familiar with. Women I’ve spent days getting to know like the back of my hand.
Avery is a wildcard. I don’t know if she prefers things fast or slow. If she wants my fingers or my tongue. What gets her off and what she hates.
And… I’m really out of practice.
I haven’t touched anyone but myself in years . Now the hottest woman I’ve ever spoken to is asking me to rock her world, and I’m afraid I’m not going to be good enough for her.
“How…” I stop asking my question so I can suck a pink spot on her neck. There’s some irrational need pulsing through me to mark her. To show the world that Reid Duncan scored an absolute knockout. “What do you like?”
“I like a lot of things.” She guides my hand to the front of her underwear. The material is damp, and I groan, turned on by her being turned on. “I’m going to like anything with you.”
I nudge her hand out of the way. I drag my thumb across the seam of the lace, and she whimpers. “You’re already wet. I want— fuck , Avery. Can I see?”
She puts her hand on my head and slowly pushes me to the ground. “You can taste too.”
“ Fuck ,” I say again, because every other word seems inadequate.
I drop to my knees and hike her dress up her legs. I kiss the top of her thigh, the curve of her hip where her underwear sits high on her waist. I’m eye-level with red lace, and there’s a little bow right on the front.
I lean forward and kiss the soft material. I put my foot flat on the floor so she can rest her heel on my leg. She wraps a hand around the back of my neck, urging me closer, and I laugh.
“Something funny?” she asks.
I look up at her, and she’s watching me. Her nipples are hard, and the left strap of her dress is falling down her arm. I’m so tempted to take the whole damn thing off.
“I like thinking you want me.”
“I do want you.”
“Can I touch you?” I ask, wanting to make sure we’re still on the same page.
“I might kill you if you don’t.”
I drag the lace to the side, holding her underwear out of the way. I groan when I find her drenched, wet and perfect. I touch her clit and rub a slow, lazy circle. Running my fingers across her entrance, I wonder what she would feel like wrapped around my cock. I palm myself through my pants at the thought of her spread out in my bed, that dark hair everywhere, and Avery hums.
“Someone could see us,” I say, but I don’t make any effort to move.
“Then you should hurry up or take me to your room,” she says.
I grin at her bossiness.
“What if I want to do both?” I slip a finger inside her before she has a chance to answer. I push past my second knuckle, and she whines. “ Fuck . Look at you.”
“That feels good.” The tip of her heel rubs against my cock, and I think she just unlocked a new kink. “I can take two or three. I do when I’m home alone.”
“ Jesus , Avery.” I move closer and tap her left leg. I’m imagining her touching herself. Using a toy to get herself off. What she looks like tangled in her sheets with sweat on her body and a smirk on that smart mouth of hers. “A little wider. Let me make this good for you.”
“Like this?” She moves her foot across the carpet and drops her hand between her legs, holding herself open so I can see even more of her.
“Wow. Yeah. Yes . That’s, uh, that’s perfect. Will you…” I need to take off my glasses, but I can’t stop touching her. I can’t stop looking at her. “You’ll tell me if you don’t like something? You’ll tell me if what I’m doing is getting you off?”
“I promise.” As if she’s reading my mind, she plucks my glasses from my face and rests them in the neckline of her dress. They look nice there, between her tits, and I wish my face was buried there too. “You’ll be able to tell, though. I’ve had guys make fun of me for being, um, enthusiastic.”
“Make fun of you? What do you mean?”
“I can be loud. I… I like to talk and be talked to. I guess some men like their women a little more submissive, and that’s not how I am in bed.”
My cock aches. I rest my forehead against her stomach and fight back a frustrated groan. “You really are giving the wrong people your attention. I’m here, and I like loud. I like enthusiastic. I want you to tell me what you’re thinking, and I want to talk you through it. Would that be okay?”
“Yeah,” Avery whispers. “That would be more than okay.”
“Good.” I nod. “That’s good.”
I add a second finger and curl them inside her. I can’t see her clearly, so I try to gauge her reaction by her sounds. By the way she touches me and asks for more.
Her hips buck forward. I finally, fucking finally put my tongue on her for the first time, and I really wish I hadn’t.
She’s perfect. The sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted, and there’s no chance in hell I’ll walk out of this hallway as anything other than an addict.
“ Reid ,” she says, and no one has moaned my name like that before. “I like that. Can you…”
“Do you want more, Avery?”
“ Please .”
I’d give her anything she asked when she clenches around me like she’s doing right now. My credit card. A Rolls-Royce. Every fucking planet in every fucking galaxy.
I’m supposed to be getting her off, but every time she moans, every time she pulls on my hair and says my name when I circle her clit with my tongue, I’m close to losing my self-control. I’m close to acting like a man who’s never touched a woman before and finishing in my pants, and I need to get her there before I get there first.
“Deep breath,” I say.
She stiffens when I push past her entrance with a third finger. I wait, letting her get used to the feel of me.
“It’s a lot,” she whispers, and I kiss her hip.
“We’ll go slow. You let me know when I can move and I’ll make you come, all right?”
“If these are your fingers…” She drops her head against the wall. Her chest heaves, and I watch, mesmerized, as she rolls a nipple between her thumb and pointer finger over the thin fabric of her dress. “What’s it going to be like when you fuck me?”
“You want me to fuck you?” I ask, unbelieving.
“Obviously.” She grinds her hips into my face. “I thought that was implied, given I’m trying not to cut off your air supply while your head is between my legs.”
“I don’t like to assume things. Leaves room for error. And, for the record, this would be a good way to die.”