Chapter 26 #2
The honey jar clinks softly as he sets it down on the table beside us, and then he kisses me. The love crashes through both of us in an instant—his mouth is hot and rough, tongue greedy as he pushes me back and finds the edge of my borrowed T-shirt, dragging it up over my head.
I’m in nothing but panties underneath, and his groan could break the sky.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’ve been lying in my bed like this?”
“You were the one who left it,” I pant.
“I’m never leaving again.”
He moves over me, and my legs part instinctively to let him in. One hand reaches behind him, fingers curling around the jar.
The lid pops off with a soft click. I barely have time to process the sound before he’s dipping two fingers in and drizzling a thin line down my chest. The honey is warm from the sun, thick and golden as it rolls between my breasts.
“You’re fucking dangerous,” he says, voice like gravel. “Do you know that?”
“No,” I breathe. “But you’re welcome to show me.”
He sets the jar aside and follows the trail with his mouth, licking it clean. Every sweep of his tongue burns with reverent hums, as though I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
I arch under him, fingers in his hair, moaning when he sucks a drop from the underside of my breast.
“Fuck, Havoc,” he murmurs.
He reaches down and tugs my panties off, then drizzles another line of honey over my hip, the top of my thigh, the soft skin just beside where I’m aching.
“Reid—”
His mouth follows, mustache bristling against my skin, and when he finally puts his mouth on me, I can’t help the whimper I let out.
My hips grind up into his mouth, and he moans like he’s trying to drink the sound of me down.
And when I come, he doesn’t stop. He keeps lapping, hungry for the taste of me until I’m twitching, and only then does he kiss up the inside of my thigh, over my belly, between my breasts. The scrape of his stubble makes me flinch, already so sensitive I’m trembling.
When he reaches my mouth, I taste myself and the honey on his tongue.
“Need you,” I moan into him. “Please.”
Something feral flashes across his face as he fumbles at his waistband, kicks his shorts off with a muttered curse, and sits back against the cushions. His cock is hard and flushed, heavy against his stomach, and the sight of it makes something greedy curl low in my belly.
I straddle him without asking and sink down, watching his face as I take him inch by inch.
“Slow,” he breathes. “All the way down. Wanna watch you sit on it.”
“Like this?” I lean down to kiss him as I roll my hips and moan.
“Fuck yes,” he mutters. “Now bury it and ride me, baby.”
I set a pace that makes my toes curl, grinding down on him and taking him deep, then pulling back just enough to make him swear. My hands brace on his shoulders as my hair falls forward, and I rock my hips, so slick and needy and completely unashamed.
His breath stutters, hands sliding down to my ass, spreading me wider as I ride him.
“Look at you,” he growls. “Riding my cock like you want me to give you everything.”
I whimper, hips stuttering.
“You gonna let me? Gonna let me fuck you full and give you the world?”
“Oh my god.” The words slam into me. “Yes—fuck—give it to me.”
His palm cracks against my ass, sharp in the open air. I moan, and my thighs shake as I grind down harder.
“There she is,” he murmurs, spanking me again. “So fucking pretty when you take it.”
I gasp, riding him faster now, chasing the burn and the fullness and the way he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that exists.
He watches my face as he lifts one hand to his mouth and sucks his fingers slowly, eyes locked on mine.
“Tell me,” he says. “You like this too?”
My breath stutters. “Reid—”
He brings his hand back down, dragging it lower over my back. When his fingertip presses lightly against my ass, my whole body shudders on a loud moan.
“Fuck,” I pant. “Yes. Yes—don’t stop.”
He grins and presses in a little more, just enough to make my thighs widen while I grind down on him, desperate and soaking.
“That’s my girl,” he groans. “So fucking put together until I spread you open and remind you who you belong to. Keep riding.”
I arch into him, hands dragging down his chest, mouth catching his in a messy kiss. It’s sloppy and too wet, but I don’t care.
“I love you.”
“Love you too.” He kisses me harder. “So fucking much.”
His hands clamp down on my hips, and he starts to thrust up into me, just enough to steal my rhythm and push me right to the edge.
“Fuck—Reid—”
“You want my cum?” he growls. “Want me to fill you up?”
“Yes,” I sob. “Please—fuck—please fill me.”
He grabs my ass, holds me down, and bucks up hard once, then twice.
“Fuck, Carina—fuck.”
I shatter around him hard, my body shaking as I cling to his shoulders, and his cock pulses inside me. He groans through his teeth, spilling deep while I tremble and grind and take all of it.
When it’s over, I collapse against his chest, and he wraps his arms around me immediately, keeping me seated and full of him.
He kisses the side of my head, and I hum.
“I should tell you I love you more often.”
“Yeah,” he huffs a laugh. “And I’ll keep showing you how I love you right back.”
And holy shit, he does. Three more times.