Chapter 12 #2
The locker room is loud with post-game chirps and music, the hiss of showers and the thud of gear being stripped off and shoved into stalls. I lean back against the wall, just far enough from the mayhem to feel the edge of silence creeping in
Me: Yeah. Didn’t play, obviously. But was on the bench watching
Havoc: Contributing your moral presence?
Me: Contributing by looking hot in warmup gear.
Havoc: You think you’re hot?
Me: I think you thought I was hot last week when you told me to fuck you harder.
That earns me a full minute of silence, but I wait it out.
Havoc: I had a rough day.
Her words knock something loose in my chest because her sharing even an inkling of her day is something she wouldn’t usually do. It’s barely anything, but it’s a crack in the wall all the same.
Me: You home?
There’s another minute of waiting.
Havoc: Yeah.
Me: Want company?
The three dots appear, disappear, reappear. But when her message finally pings, it has me standing to my feet abruptly.
Havoc: Door code is 0923.
***
I don’t get two steps inside her place before she’s backing me against the door and kissing me hard, and I kiss her right back.
Her fingers fist my hoodie, dragging my face down roughly.
My hands find her hips, then slide lower, anchoring her flush against me as she bites at my bottom lip.
She’s in leggings and some sort of crop top, an olive green cardigan hanging loose.
The tiny scrap of skin I see across her stomach is driving me wild.
“Hard day?” I rasp.
She hums. “Fix it.”
“Fucking gladly.”
I grip her thighs and lift, letting her wrap around me as I carry her to her bedroom, where I drop her gently on the bed.
She’s already stripping off her cardigan and top, and tugging down her leggings.
I yank my hoodie off, then my T-shirt, and crawl over her naked body like I’m starving and she’s the only thing I want to eat.
Because she is.
“You want my mouth?”
She nods once, chest rising and falling.
“Tell me, Havoc.”
Her throat works. “I want your mouth on me.”
I tilt my head, studying her. “Where?”
She glares at me, and I huff a laugh.
“Here?” I dot a soft kiss to her collarbone. “Or… here?” I dip lower to kiss the curve of her breast. “Maybe here.” I go lower, skating my lips across her hip bone.
She squirms at my stubble on her skin, and her eyes flash as her hands come to my shoulders to nudge me lower.
“Use your words, baby. What do you want?”
“I want…” Her breath stutters. “I want you to eat my pussy.”
A satisfied hum leaves me.
“Yeah?”
She nods, biting her lip.
“Then come here.” I rise back up, watching the way her brows crease as I lean back against the pillows and stroke my mustache. “And ride my face.”
She freezes just for a second, but I see the want in her eyes, that brief war between instinct and hesitation.
I snap my fingers once and point at my mouth.
“Up here. Now.”
She climbs over me slowly with one knee, then the other. Her thighs bracket my shoulders, and her breath shivers as she grips the headboard for balance.
I grab her hips and pull her down to my mouth, tongue dragging through her pussy once as she gasps.
She tastes fucking divine, but she’s still hovering, and I’m starved. And this is the only thing that’s gonna fix the week I’ve had.
So I drag my palms up the backs of her thighs and pull her forward, guiding her over my mouth.
“Sit.”
And fuck, she does—hands braced on the headboard, her back arched, full weight on my face.
She sinks down with a broken moan, and I groan into her as my nose nudges her clit. Her thighs clamp around my ears, and all I can think about is how fucking perfect she is like this.
On top of me. Coming undone because of me.
I reach around and slip a finger inside her, then two, curling deep.
“Fuck, Reid—”
She’s soaked already, so hot and slick as I lick up through her and suck her clit into my mouth.
“Don’t stop,” she pants. “Don’t fucking stop.”
I don’t. I wrap my free arm around her thigh and pull her down harder, eating her with slow, filthy precision. I learn every sound she makes, every twitch of her hips, every time she whimpers when I flick my tongue just right.
She’s panting now, chasing it, her thighs trembling. And just when I feel her start to tip into an orgasm, I pull back and slap her ass once before tugging her back onto my mouth hard.
Her breath goes wild, and she’s muttering fuck, fuck, fuck like it’s the only word she knows.
And then she comes hard, grinding on my face as she tilts her head back and moans my name loudly. I hold her there, riding it out with her until she finally collapses forward, bracing on the headboard and panting.
“Still stressed?” I murmur against her skin.
My lips are wet from her, my cock heavy and hard. She blinks down at me with a smirk.
“Not fucking fair,” she groans, rising off me. “Take off your pants.”
I arch a brow. “You giving orders now?”
“A request. An urgent one.”
I chuckle and move to kick off my jeans, then step out of my boxers as she watches, eyes trailing down me.
“Lie back and spread,” I tell her. “I want you open and messy when I fuck you.”
Her hair is wild, cheeks flushed as she scrambles back and spreads her legs without hesitation. I kneel between them and admire her glistening cunt as I stroke myself once, watching the way her gaze drops unashamedly to where I’m fisting my cock.
“I've got one rule,” I rasp, gripping her thighs to tug her closer. “You come when I say.”
She nods, breath catching as I nudge into her, dragging every piercing along her walls, watching her arch off the bed with a broken whimper.
“Reid—”
“That’s it,” I mutter. “Take it, baby.”
“Harder… please.”
I growl, pulling back and slamming into her hard enough to make the headboard rattle. She cries out, hands scrambling at my forearms. I catch them, pinning them above her head with one hand while the other wraps around her throat just enough to hold her there while I fuck her deep.
“You’re such a fucking surprise,” I breathe. “So in control until you get under me.”
Her mouth drops open in a silent gasp as she frantically nods her head.
“Slap your clit, show me how you like it.”
I release one of her hands, and it darts down, swirling herself in fast circles before she taps it repetitively, the wet slaps creating a beat in time with my thrusts. Her moans are loud, and her skin shines in the dim light of the room, so fucking wrecked and gorgeous and mine for the night.
“Don’t come yet.”
She whines but obeys, and I feel her pussy clamp down around my shaft. I slow my thrusts and lean down to kiss her. A filthy, open-mouthed drag of tongue and teeth.
When I pull back, her eyes are glassy. I fucking love her like this. On the edge, strung out and barely able to think, waiting for my permission.
I drag my thumb over her bottom lip, then lean in until our foreheads touch.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “All that control… gone.”
She whimpers, eyes fluttering closed, and I pull out again before slamming back in.
“You hold a scalpel steady for ten hours straight,” I rasp, “but the second I tell you not to come, you start shaking.”
Her hands fist the sheets, body tensing beneath me. “Reid, fuck…”
“You’re sooo fucking professional,” I tease against her jaw, fucking into her deep, “so put-together—until I get my cock in you. Then you melt for me.”
Her pussy clenches hard, and I grin, teeth grazing her neck.
“That’s it,” I husk. “You love this, don't you? Taking every inch, getting told when you get to come, not a single thought in your head apart from me fucking you.”
Her breath punches out in a cry, nodding wildly as her hips buck.
I hum against her skin. “You want it so bad, don’t you, Havoc?”
“Yes—fuck, Reid, please—”
“Not yet.”
I shift my angle and thrust harder, bracing one palm onto the mattress, while my other wraps around her throat again, firmer this time.
She lets out the kind of noise that makes my dick twitch. Half sob, half moan, all pleasure.
“You’re mine right now,” I growl. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps out. “Yours, fuck—”
I lean back, moving my hand down to slap her clit once, and she writhes under me.
She’s trembling now, thighs shaking as they dip wider to let me sink deeper, pussy fluttering around me, right on the edge.
I dip and take a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, grazing it with my teeth and grunting against her skin when she cries out.
"Fuuuck, Reid!"
“Come for me, baby.”
Her whole body arches, a guttural moan catching in her throat, her walls pulsing around me as I let go and follow her over, spilling deep inside her with a long whimper.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
We stay like that for a few moments, our chests heaving, limbs tangled, her hands gripping my back like she doesn’t want to let go.
I press a kiss to her temple, then her jaw, then the corner of her mouth.
Mine for now.
But fuck, it’s not enough.