22. Reid
TWENTY-TWO
REID
It’s only been a few weeks since I last kissed Avery, but fuck , I missed it.
I missed the glide of her tongue against mine. The way she grabs my shirt and tugs on my collar. How she moans into my mouth, a sound that makes my cock jump in my pants.
Fucking Christ .
I lift her by her thighs and push her against the door. I pull back and look at her, her eyes wide and her lipstick smeared. There’s a smudge of red on her cheek, and I drag my thumb through it, bringing it down to her chin.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmur. She whines, a desperate noise that has me close to losing my mind. “Tell me I should put you down and ask you to leave.”
Avery’s throat bobs with a slow swallow. “I don’t want you to stop,” she rasps.
“You don’t?”
“No.” She shakes her head and lifts my chin with the tips of her fingers. “Remember how I told you to ruin me, Reid?”
“Vividly,” I say, and her grin is lethal. A sexy smirk I want to feel on my cock.
“Do it again,” she whispers. “Forget the bet. Forget how much we don’t like each other. One more time, then we’ll go back to not getting along.” She rolls her hips, a lazy circle that nearly has me forgetting my name. She’s dangerous, wielding too much power. “I’ll beg for it if you want me to.”
Every rational part of my brain tells me to back up. To walk the fuck away and leave her here so I can get back to my job. Back to my responsibilities and away from the five-foot-five distraction in front of me.
But then she reaches between us. She cups me through my joggers, and I know I don’t stand a goddamn chance at winning anything tonight.
“Fuck,” I mumble. My nose bumps against hers, and I put a hand on the door. “Want to make you fucking come. Want to watch you.”
“I’d like that.” Avery tilts her head back, her neck bared and her pulse jumping in her throat. Her thumb strokes down my length and I buck forward, crowding her space. “You know how to make me feel so good, Reid.”
“Sofa,” I grunt. Pulling us away from the door, I move to the couch, glad she kept it cellophane-free. I set her on the cushions and drop to my knees, making quick work of her high-top sneakers and socks. “Too many goddamn clothes.”
“This wasn’t part of the plan,” she says, and I’m distracted when she takes off her shirt. When she tosses it aside and leaves behind a pink bra, tan skin, and full tits. “I didn’t think I’d see you today.”
“Now look at you. Who knew the beauty queen was such a needy fucking slut?”
“So what if I am?” Her cheeks blaze, and there’s fire in her eyes. “Are you going to do anything about it?”
“A lot of things. Let me lock the door first.”
“Do you have frequent visitors during games?” Avery asks, tugging off her leggings.
I pop on my feet and flip the deadbolt. I shove an extra chair under the handle for good measure. I dare anyone to fucking try and interrupt us.
“Consider me extra cautious. I?—”
The words die in my throat when I turn around and see her. Legs tipped open wide. Wearing nothing but a pair of underwear, the same pink shade as her bra, which now lies in a tangle on the floor. I wonder how many different varieties she has. Maybe one in every color of the rainbow, and I want to see them all.
One hand sits low on her hip while the other pinches a nipple between two fingers. The palm at her waist curls in the band of her underwear, but I grip her wrist. I shake my head and stare at the damp spot on the front of the lace.
“Leave them on,” I say, pulling off my shirt.
She licks her lips when I untie the drawstring of my joggers and shimmy them down my hips. I kick off my shoes, the sneakers lost to the world and a problem I’ll worry about later.
For now, I can only look at her. At the flush on her skin and the way her mouth parts when I shove a hand in my briefs and give myself a jerk.
Her eyes roam down my body. There’s an appreciative haze behind the brown when her attention snags on my thigh tattoos. The ink she licked and kissed and sucked, and the thought of her doing it again has my grip tightening around my cock.
“God,” she whispers, reaching for me. “I like your body so much.”
“You do? I’m not built like any of the players and?—”
“Come here.” She eases my hand out of my briefs and presses my fingers into the seam of her underwear. The fabric is drenched and the soft spot between her legs is ready for me. “Do you feel that? It’s because of you. Because I get to be here with you. And I want you to make me feel good in the way that I like. You’ve been thinking about me, Reid, haven’t you? When I’m in my bed and touching myself, I think about you too.”
“Do you touch yourself when you’re talking to me?” I ask, my voice thick with lust. I have to know the answer. I have to know if she’s lying there naked and spread out on her bed. “Do you have two fingers in your pussy when you’re telling me how obnoxious I am? Do you use a toy and wish it were me?”
“Yeah,” Avery whispers. “Why do you think it takes me so long to answer you sometimes? Because I’m teasing myself. Trying to drag it out so I can come right as you say something to me.”
Everything is a blur.
Color sparks behind my eyes.
Liquid heat rolls through me.
I can’t think of anything else except this fucking bombshell in front of me, a willing servant to her every ask.
I kneel in front of her and give her legs a gentle tap. She scoots her ass to the edge of the cushions. I rest one of her feet on my shoulder, nudging her legs open even wider. My thumb rubs a slow circle over her clit as I hike her underwear up high on her hips.
Her moan is low and long, a sign that I’m starting off strong.
I’ve remembered everything she likes.
Every place she likes to be touched, and I imagine I’m there with her in her room.
Sitting and watching her, her back arching off the mattress and sweat on her skin.
Fuck , I like to watch.
“What do you use?” I ask. “What kind of toy?”
“Jealous of some silicone, Duncan?” It comes out fractured, cracking around the edges when I hook my fingers in the lace and pull it to the side. She’s just as pretty as I remember. Wet and perfect and fucking ready for me. I lean forward and lick over her entrance. “Oh, fuck , Reid.”
“How can I be jealous of something that can’t do this?” I part her with my tongue. A groan slips out of me when she tugs on the ends of my hair. When her nails sink into my back and urge me closer, leaving little half-moon marks behind as she grinds into my face. “You’re saying my name, aren’t you?”
“I’d be saying it a lot more if you— oh .”
I bite her thigh to shut her up and sneak a glance up at her to gauge her reaction. Favorable, I think, based on the way she’s panting. On the way she’s reaching forward, pulling my glasses away from my face and tossing them to the side.
Fuck ’em.
I’ll find them later.
“Open your legs a little wider so I can—ah, fuck, baby. There you go. That’s so good.”
She melts at the praise. Her knees drop open, and I give her underwear a hard tug. The lace rips in half, and I’m tempted to put the pieces in my pocket for later.
I push two fingers inside her, knowing she doesn’t want to draw this out; we both have places we need to be. We both have a goal of getting off, not giving a damn about how we get there.
Avery’s face scrunches up in a quick burst of tension before she relaxes, her shoulders sagging and her hips rolling. I don’t want her to think she’s doing all the work, but I want her to do what makes her feel good. What’ll tip her over the edge so I can have her again.
Fuck , the ways I want her.
“Remind me why I don’t like you?” She gasps when I swirl my tongue over her clit and she lifts her hips, asking for more. “The details slipped my mind.”
“Something about the internet.” I add a third finger, vaguely wondering if we could work up to four, and she cries out. Her thighs close around my ears, and suffocation by her pussy sounds like the only way to go. “Can’t remember. Don’t give a shit. Let me fucking eat, Ave. Please.”
I press a hand to her stomach, keeping her in place so I can fucking feast .
“I used to hate when guys went down on me.” She twists a lock of my hair, and my dick aches. “They never seemed to know what they were doing. You do, though. Fuck , you make me feel good, Reid.”
“What do you need, Avery?” I ask, sitting up on my knees. “Tell me what you want. You want me to talk you through it? You want me to tell you how tight you feel around my fingers? How I wish I could take a picture or a goddamn video of this so I could get off to it later tonight and tomorrow and the day after that?”
She bites her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering closed and her breathing turning ragged. “I’m close. I?—”
I lean forward so I can get deeper in her, hitting the spot I know her toy can’t touch. I want it for myself, some jealous rage ensnaring me when she bobs her head in a nod, telling me to keep going. To not stop.
I don’t think I’m ever going to stop.
Her satisfaction is the only thing I can think about. When she clenches around me, pre-cum leaks in my briefs. I dip my head and press a kiss to her knee. To her thigh. To her neck and her forehead.
“You gonna let go for me, Sinclair?” I murmur low in her ear.
There’s a pain in my chest when our eyes meet. When I see desire there and the way she trusts me. It’s quick, a burst of lightning before it’s gone and she’s coming undone on my hand.
Her words are choked sobs. It sounds like she’s saying my name, but I can’t be sure. I watch as her body convulses. As her legs tremble and her grip on my hair slackens.
When I know she’s finished, when I’ve gotten everything I can from her, I pull back. I hold up my hand, her cum on my fingers and dripping down to my wrist, and I tap her bottom lip.
“Open,” I say, and she does. I press down on her tongue and moan when she licks my fingers clean. “God, you’re a vision.”
Avery’s smile is shy and soft, and I wonder how we got here.
Her, naked and sated.
Me, close to following after her.
The seventy thousand fans on the other side of the wall screaming for their favorite football teams have no clue what just happened in here.
“Pause the feud?” she asks.
I nod and suck in a breath. “Yeah.”
Her grin turns wicked. Her nails scrape down my chest to my briefs. “Get over here and fuck me, Reid.”