Chapter 14 #2
“Need anything?” My mouth brushes the shell of her ear. “Water? Wine? Food?”
She shakes her head, opens her mouth, then pauses.
I dip down to kiss the side of her neck, feeling her pulse jump under my lips. “Tell me.”
Her voice is raspy as she cranes her neck to give me more access. “Yeah.”
“Yeah what?”
“You,” she breathes, and my grip tightens around her. “I need you.”
Fuck.
I exhale hard against her neck and slide one hand up her side, tracing the curve of her ribs beneath her shirt. “You sure?”
She nods once. “I don’t wanna think right now. I just want…”
I know exactly what she wants.
But I don’t rush her, I just slide my palms gently down her sides, thumbs dragging over her stomach, letting her feel every inch of the control she’s handing me.
I gently nudge her forward so she’s leaning against the railing. The balcony’s long and wide enough, half-shielded by the overhang and trees, and the lights from inside cast everything in gold.
Her ass presses back into my hips, and her back arches, legs already parting when I tug down her leggings and let them fall around her ankles.
I drop to my knees behind her and kiss the soft skin just beneath the curve of her ass.
“Fuck me,” she mutters, voice hoarse with exhaustion. “Please, Reid. Right here.”
I run my palm around her inner thigh, parting her legs wider as I go, then cup her pussy.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” I husk. “Already so wet.”
She moans when I run two fingers through her, coating them and circling her clit just enough to make her tremble.
“You always get like this when someone bends you over outside?” I murmur. “Or is it just me?”
“Just you,” she says breathlessly, pushing back into my hand. “Don’t tease.”
I trail my fingers back up over her ass and give her one light clap on the buttcheek. She gasps, hips jolting.
“God,” she groans. “Do that again.”
I spank her again, a little harder. And when I grab her cheeks to spread them, then lean in to lick her, I savor the way her hips jerk and the moan she makes.
“Reid—”
“I’ve got you, Havoc,” I whisper, licking her again. “Hold onto the railing.”
She grips it with both hands, her knuckles turning white as her thighs shake. I work her over with languid strokes of my tongue, punctuated by quick flicks and soft sucks until she’s panting, grinding back against my mouth.
Then I pull back just enough to press a kiss to the base of her spine.
“You're gonna take me like this,” I tell her, already thumbing open my fly.
With a hum, she nods. “Yes.”
“Bent over my balcony, where anyone could look up and see how good you are for me.”
“We’re in the middle of nowhere,” she pants as I rise behind her.
“Doesn’t matter,” I murmur against her shoulder, nudging the head of my cock between her thighs. “Still gonna fuck you like this.”
I push inside her in a deep thrust, already aching for her. She’s so tight, the stretch drags a groan out of both of us.
“Fuck, Reid.” She gasps, hands tightening on the railing. “You feel so good—so deep—fuck—”
I roll my hips and let her adjust. The piercings catch on every drag and pull, and she shudders.
“God,” she whimpers. “You knew what you were doing with that thing.”
“Damn right.” I grin, savoring the feel of them tugging, and the friction as I tug her hips back against mine. “Spread for me.”
She does, and I start moving faster, pulling her hips back to meet every thrust, skin slapping against skin. Her breath grows more ragged, and her little whimpering noises tell me exactly how close she’s getting.
“Harder, please. Don’t stop. I’m—fuck, I’m almost—”
“Mmm, look at you—shaking for me, baby,” I murmur.
She nods frantically. “I’m—Reid—I’m close—”
“Give it to me.”
I reach around and press my thumb to her clit, rubbing firm circles in time with my thrusts. She cries out as she comes apart and it echoes into the night air.
But I’m not done.
Before she can catch her breath, I lift her upright and carry her to the lounge chair behind us. I drop into it and pull her onto my lap, facing away from me toward the view.
She groans as I guide her down again, her thighs bracketing mine, pussy still fluttering around my cock.
“Ride me,” I murmur against her ear. “Come again while you look at the view.”
She braces her hands on my thighs and starts to move, rolling her hips slowly at first, then faster as she finds the rhythm. The city lights stretch out in front of her, and her breath comes in ragged bursts.
“That’s it,” I say, hands gripping her hips. “Just like that. Fuck, you feel incredible.”
Her back arches and her head drops back onto my shoulder as I thrust up into her, matching her rhythm with a growl low in my throat. My hands are fucking everywhere—palming her breasts under her top, tweaking her nipples, sliding down to her clit again.
“Look at the view, Havoc. You’re riding me with the whole damn city watching. So fucking perfect like this.”
“Don’t stop, Reid—God, don’t stop—”
“I won’t,” I mutter, fucking up into her with more force now, cock dragging against every sensitive inch inside her. “God, you’re taking me so fucking well. Don't come 'til I say.”
I slide one hand up under her top again, fingers closing around her breast, thumb flicking her nipple until she cries out. The other hand drops between her legs, swirling her clit harder this time.
“Yes, yes, yes fuck, Reid!” She widens her thighs, sinking down deeper, wetter, clenching around me.
My groan is loud as my hand slips from her nipple up to her throat.
“Stay right there,” I murmur, tightening my grip at her throat just enough to make her feel it. “Take it.”
“Reid—oh my god—”
“That’s it,” I moan. “You're gonna come for me exactly when I tell you to.”
I lick up the side of her neck and my fingers flex against her throat as my hot breath tickles against her ear. The wet sounds of her pussy grinding are sending me insane.
“Wait,” I order softly when her body starts to tighten. “Not yet.”
“Reid!” Her breath turns desperate.
“Now,” I say against her ear. “Fucking come for me, baby.”
Her body locks up, then spasms around me, her voice desperately chanting my name as she comes hard, pussy pulsing around me and squeezing tight. I follow a second later, jaw clenched, groaning through my teeth as I spill inside her.
We collapse back together on the lounger, her back against my chest, her legs draped open over mine, both of us gasping as the night air cools the sweat on our skin.
The city glows quietly in front of us, and the stars blink overhead like they’ve been watching this whole time.
I kiss her temple while our hearts hammer in sync, chests rising and falling together. When her breathing finally evens out, she leans her head back on my shoulder, letting me hold her tighter.
“Still okay?”
She nods, voice sleepy and loose. “Yeah. More than okay.”
I don’t move, not until her muscles start to tense, like she’s remembering she should get up and go.
“Come on,” I murmur, one hand smoothing up her spine. “Let’s rinse off.”
With her wordless hum of agreement, I ease her off my lap and scoop her into my arms. She lets me do it without protest—just rests her head against my shoulder, letting her fingers curl against my neck as I carry her through my bedroom and into the ensuite.
I push open the bathroom door and set her down gently on the edge of the vanity. Her legs dangle off the side, skin flushed and eyes soft as she watches me.
“Arms up,” I murmur.
She lifts them, watching me with that same exhaustion and trust that’s slowly undoing me. I carefully pull her top over her head, and I comb her hair back with one hand as it tumbles out of her collar, letting my knuckles graze her jaw.
She’s bare now, and fuck. She’s unreal.
I kiss her forehead, then step back to undress.
Her gaze tracks every movement as I strip off my shirt and shove my briefs to the floor.
She watches with heavy blinks, and I don’t miss the way she lingers.
But she doesn’t say anything, just reaches for my hand again after I’ve turned the shower on, curling her fingers through mine.
The bathroom tiles are warm underfoot as I lead her in, adjusting the knobs until the temperature’s just right. Steam curls through the air, fogging the glass of the shower walls. She stands still as I soap up my hands, then gently run them over her skin, memorizing the shape of her.
I wash her back first, then massage her shoulders, then dip lower. Her breath catches, and she leans into my touch, savoring the first real comfort she’s probably had in days.
When she turns and reaches for the soap, I stop her.
“Let me.”
She nods, and I press a kiss to her shoulder, gently running my hands over her breasts, then trace the insides of her thighs with gentle pressure. Her breath stutters out, and she steadies herself with a palm on my chest, her head tipped forward beneath the spray.
I rinse her off with care, then reach for the shampoo. Her eyes flutter open when I comb my fingers through her hair.
“Close your eyes,” I murmur, and she does.
Tilting her head back under the water, I guide her with a hand on the back of her neck, my thumb brushing her temple. Her lashes stay damp and lowered, her mouth soft and relaxed. She’s never been this quiet with me—unarmored and letting me take care of her.
“Feels nice,” she whispers, barely audible over the water.
I don’t say anything, just kiss the top of her forehead and keep going.
When I finish, I gently towel-dry her face, then her hair, then wrap a fresh one around her.
I dry off quickly and grab a pair of briefs, and she’s already climbing into my bed when I turn back around, curling into one of my pillows.
So I crawl in beside her without a word, and she rolls toward me, sighing when I pull her into my chest.
“Just for a bit, until you want me to go.”