8. Avery
EIGHT
AVERY
I love when the quiet ones surprise you.
Just when you think you have them figured out, they do something out of character, like get on their knees and eat you out like you’re their favorite meal.
Reid is a marvel, some sex-god sent to give me the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I’m on the cusp of it, so close and racing to the finish line as fast as I can.
“You’re dripping,” Reid murmurs full of awe and wonder. “Here I was thinking you were a good girl. A woman who’d never agree to let a stranger kiss her in the hallway, let alone get on his knees. But look at you. You’re going to come on my tongue, aren’t you? You’re going to let me taste it.”
It’s my undoing. That such a soft, sweet man could know the exact words to tip me over the edge to pure bliss is mind-blowing, but I welcome it.
My vision goes white and my mind goes blank. Nothing but total satisfaction pulses through my veins.
I moan, loud and long, a sound anyone could hear if they were around to listen.
I don’t care if they do.
I ride the wave, not giving a damn what they might think. I claw at his hair, at the back of his neck and at his shirt, needing to hold myself steady. If not, I’m going to crumple to the floor.
I revel in the scratch of his scruff against the inside of my thigh and the burn it’s going to leave on my sensitive skin. In the gentle way he touches me, refusing to let go.
“Make a mess on me, Avery.” He continues to work his fingers into me. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up, and a sob climbs up my throat. “Can I have one more?”
“I can’t.” My legs shake. A string in me pulls tight, and tears sting my eyes. “It’s— god . Reid. I’m full. It’s too much. I?—”
“Just a little more. That felt so good, didn’t it? I know you want to come again. Let me be the one to do it. Please.”
I do want to come again. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. When I glance down at him and see the gleam in his eye, the glide of his fingers disappearing in me, I know I’m going to get it.
Faster , I think, but I must say it out loud too because Reid increases his pace. I hear how turned on I am, the arousal he pushes through until I’m crying out, chanting his name like he’s a cult leader and I’m a brainwashed follower ready to drop to my knees and worship him.
“I’ve got you,” Reid whispers when my foot falls from his thigh. “I’ll catch you.”
He stands and I all but collapse into his embrace, utterly exhausted. Totally pleased. Thoroughly spent but hungry for more. He rubs my back, soothing circles that have no right to be as tender as they are after we defiled this section of the hallway.
“No one—” I stop to take a breath. “No one’s ever made me come twice.”
“All that attention, wasted. You need to give it to someone who can read you. Who can tell you have more left in you.” Reid kisses my shoulder, and I shudder. “And I’m just getting started with you, Avery.”
He bends down and puts my underwear back in place. He smooths my dress over my thighs. I slide his glasses on his face, and he smiles when he sees me.
“What else do you have planned?” I ask.
“We can end the night here if you want. I’ll give you my number. Invite you over for dinner later this week. It can be a date.” His eyes stay on me, and he licks his lips. I see the remnants of what I left behind glistening on his mouth in the dull lighting. Scorching heat runs through me, and I wonder if I’m burning alive. “We could also forget this night ever happened and go our separate ways. Or, if you were serious about going back to my room, I’ll take care of you again. A third and fourth time too, probably. It’s up to you. You’re in control.”
The orgasms have me all confused. I don’t know if I want to laugh or cry.
I’ve never had this kind of control before, and I like the power. I like being the one to decide the path we’re on, and I know what I want.
“Your room,” I say with as much conviction as I can muster. I think I’m in a daze. Seeing stars and lots of pretty colors. “We’re going to your room.”
“You sure?”
I brush my mouth against his, smiling when he lets out a shaky exhale. “I want you to fuck me, Reid. I don’t want to be good. Not tonight.”
“Okay.” He clears his throat. “We’re going to need to make a pitstop, though.”
“Where?”
“The gift shop. Believe it or not, I don’t carry around a box of condoms with me.”
“Random hookups in hallways aren’t your usual MO?”
“No.” He touches my neck. My pulse jumps under his palm, and his cheeks flush red. “I don’t want to be good tonight either.”
“The gift shop, then,” I whisper. My heart races in my chest when he smiles at me. “And make it fast.”
I’m shaking on the walk to Reid’s room.
It’s half anticipation, half nerves, and I don’t know why.
I’m a sexual woman. I use toys. I’m vocal about what I want and how I want it without feeling any shame or guilt. I’ve had one-night stands, and, when I was twenty-six, I had a threesome I still think about when I need inspiration to get off.
This feels different.
It’s not a relationship—it’s far too soon for that—but it’s also not a quick fuck with a man I’m never going to see again.
I like this guy. I don’t want to slip out of his room after he falls asleep and make an escape.
I’d like to stay awhile.
“How are you doing?” Reid asks, and he must be nervous too.
I squeeze his hand. “I’m great.”
When we get to his room, he holds his keycard up to the lock and pushes the handle down. I follow him inside and let the door close behind me.
It’s quieter in here than it was in the hallway. There’s no thumping music or clinking glasses. He leads me to the middle of the room and squats down, tapping my calf.
“Let me take off your shoes. Your feet must be killing you. These heels are sky high.”
“I like wearing heels, but they can be painful,” I admit, lifting my leg. He unbuckles the first strap and I moan when he rubs his thumb across the ball of my foot and massages the sore tendons. “ Oh . That feels so good.”
“You make the best sounds.” He guides my right leg down and lifts my left, unbuckling the other strap. “I could listen to them all night.”
“Good thing we have a few hours,” I say, and he stands. I smile at the lipstick mark I left on his neck and unfasten the second button of his shirt. “You know what I like. What do you like, Reid?”
“I like a lot of things,” he says, repeating my earlier words.
His breathing hitches when I trail my hand down his stomach and trace the outline of his cock with my fingers. I run over the head and down his length, getting a feel his size.
Big .
“What do you like the most?” I undo the button of his pants and pull the zipper. “Tell me, and I’ll do it.”
“I want to see you on your knees,” he says, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to want it. Like it’s something forbidden he could never have. “You made a mess on me, and I want to make a mess on you.”
I nod, eager for that too, and I tug his pants down his thighs. Reid kicks off his shoes and gets rid of his socks, throwing them at the wall. He steps out of his pants and unbuttons his shirt, letting it fall to the floor and leaving him in a pair of black briefs.
“Can I look?” I ask.
He adjusts his glasses and nods. “As much as you’d like.”
I start at his chest and the light dusting of red hair. I move to his stomach and find the hint of abdominal muscles. They aren’t cut and defined. They aren’t chiseled out of marble like some Greek god. They’re barely there and far from the sculpted physique of an athlete.
It works for him, though. Especially with the red hair that disappears under the waistband of his briefs and gives way to his cock, thick and hard against the dark cotton.
His thighs are next, and I almost burst out laughing when I see butterflies tattooed well above his knee. There’s a group of them in different colors and sizes, some as small as a quarter and others as large asa playing card. Pinks and greens and bright blues, it looks like they’re flying away, their wings mid-flutter.
“What’s the story here?” I ask. I drag my fingernails over the ink and he lurches forward. “A drunken mistake?”
“No. Stone cold sober.” He blows out a breath and puts his hand over mine, guiding my touch over the outline of the wings. His skin is warm, and I want to feel the rest of him. “I lost a bet with Dallas. Maverick ended up with a peach on his ass. I got butterflies on my thigh. Figured I shouldn’t stop at one.”
“I like them.” I drop to my knees and kiss the designs. His groan is soft, and I kiss the artwork again. “I’ve always had a thing for tattooed men.” I move my mouth to the front of his briefs, kissing his cock and licking his shaft through the cotton. His hips buck forward, and I chuckle. “Do you like that, Reid?”
“ Yes .” He works a hand in my hair and massages my scalp. “Do it again. Please.”
Inching his briefs down his legs and over the curve of his quads, his cock springs free. I wrap my hand around it, giving a gentle tug.
I spit on the head and rub my saliva down to his base, making it nice and wet. I stroke him, watching his face to see what he likes best, then swirl my tongue over the tip and take him in my mouth. I hollow out my cheeks and suck him down, grinning around him when he yanks on my hair.
“Sorry,” he blurts out. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to?—”
“You can.” I put him back in my mouth, closer to having him hit the back of my throat before I replace my tongue with my hand. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last.”
His stomach muscles flex, and I can tell he’s holding back. Trying to restrain himself, embarrassed by how fast he might finish.
“So don’t last,” I say, slipping the straps of my dress off my shoulders. I’ve never been so glad to not be wearing a bra. I bring his cock between my breasts and squeeze them together, letting him fuck my chest. “We have plenty of time.”
“ Fuck .”
“We’re going to do that, too.”
Reid looks down at me, and I’ve never been so turned on by the sight of a man before. His green eyes are dark and his lips are parted. Ragged exhales escape as he thrusts upward, using me however he sees fit.
“That’s it,” I whisper, encouraging him like he encouraged me. “That’s good. Do you like to be good, Reid?”
“Yes,” he pleads, and pre-cum leaks from his cock. “Avery, I’m going to?—”
“Go ahead. Make it messy.”
He shudders. Warm, thick spurts of cum coat my chest and neck. He groans and rocks forward, large palms on my shoulders and fingers bruising my skin. I use my hand to finish him off before he’s whimpering and whispering my name.
“Jesus Christ,” he says after a few minutes of silence.
“I don’t think he’d approve of what happened in here.”
Reid hooks his arm under my elbow, lifting me to my feet. He kisses me, and I wrap my arms around his neck. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
“I taste like you,” I say, and he blushes.
“Will you stay for a little bit?” He rolls my nipple between his finger and thumb and spreads his cum across my chest. “I want to make you come again.”
“Is this a competition?” I sigh when he pinches the pointed peak. “Who can get who off the most times?”
“I’d win. I’ve gotten you off twice.”
“You drive a hard bargain. I can’t say no to more orgasms.” I grin, taking a step back and unzipping my dress. It pools at my feet and I walk to the desk on the far side of the room, grabbing the menu from next to the hotel phone. “Can we order some food too? I’m starving.”
“What?” Reid’s jaw is slack. His eyes are drifting down my body. They bounce to my chest and hang there for far too long to be considered anything other than gawking. “Sure. Yeah. That’s fine.”
“Are you listening to me?” I ask, a hand on my hips.
“No,” he admits. “You’re hot and distracting. I’m sorry.”
“You could come over here and apologize,” I suggest. “On your knees, if you want. Since this is a competition and all.”
“I’d certainly hate to lose.” Reid stalks my way and shoves the pen and notepad off the desk. His cell phone ends up on the floor. The screen almost cracks, but he doesn’t seem to care. He backs me up until my ass hits the edge of the wood, and he smiles when I sit and spread my legs. “And I’d love to repent for my sins.”
My mind goes blank as he gives me a third orgasm and half of a fourth, only letting me finish when I fumble with the phone and call down an order to room service.
He’s leading our game, but I’m still a winner.
I get to be here with him.