Chapter 37
Reese
I'm bent over the bed, ass in the air, completely fucking exposed, and I've never felt more cherished in my life. The words echo in my head on repeat—I love you, I love you, I love you. Ramsey fucking loves me. Not just as his best friend, not as his cousin's little sister, but as a woman. As his.
My throat tightens. The only other person who's ever loved me unconditionally was Reagan, and that was different. That was sister love. This is something primal, raw, and consuming.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Ramsey growls from behind me, his voice rough with desire.
I feel his large hands spreading my ass cheeks apart, exposing every inch of me to his hungry gaze.
A whimper escapes my throat, half embarrassment, half desperate need.
Then, without warning, his mouth is on me—not where I expected, but on the curve of my ass cheek, his teeth sinking in hard enough to make me yelp.
"Fuck!" I gasp, my fingers clutching at the sheets.
The sharp pain fades as his tongue soothes the bite mark, laving over the tender skin. "Mine," he rumbles against my flesh, and the possessiveness in that single word makes my pussy clench with need.
"Do it again," I breathe, gripping the sheets tighter.
He chuckles, a dark sound that vibrates through me, before moving to the other cheek and repeating the process. Teeth sinking in, then his hot tongue soothing the sting. I'm panting now, my pussy throbbing with need.
I arch my back, pushing my ass higher, silently begging for more. He chuckles darkly, understanding exactly what I want without me having to say a word.
"Greedy little thing," he says, his breath hot against my wet skin. "Look at you, spreading yourself for me like a fucking feast."
Before I can respond, his tongue is sliding from the bite mark down the crease of my ass, lower, lower, until he's licking a hot stripe right through my pussy. I moan, my legs trembling as he groans against me like I'm the most delicious thing he's ever tasted.
"God, Reese," he growls, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he spreads me wider. "Your pussy always tastes so fucking good."
His tongue circles my entrance before plunging inside, fucking into me in a way that has me gasping. My hips buck back against his face instinctively, grinding against his mouth as he devours me.
"Ramsey, holy shit," I moan, dropping my forehead to the mattress as he sucks my clit between his lips. The pressure is intense, almost too much, but I can't get enough.
He pulls back just enough to speak, his words vibrating against my sensitive flesh. "You like that? Like me eating this perfect pussy from behind? Fuck, I could do this all night."
To emphasize his point, he slides two thick fingers inside me while his tongue works my clit in tight circles. The dual sensation has me seeing stars, my thighs quivering with the effort to stay up.
"Fuck yes," I cry out, my fingers twisting in the sheets so hard I might tear them. My hair is plastered to my face, still damp from the shower, as I rock back against his mouth. The wet slurping sounds he's making should be embarrassing, but they only turn me on more.
Ramsey's grip tightens around my thighs, his fingers digging in so deep I know there'll be bruises tomorrow. The thought of carrying his marks on my skin makes me moan louder, pushing back harder against his face. I almost wish I could wear them permanently.
"That's it," he growls against my pussy, the vibration of his voice sending shivers up my spine. "Fuck my face, baby. Show me how bad you want it."
I do exactly what he says, grinding back against his tongue, my ass bouncing against his face as I chase the pleasure building inside me. He's eating me like he's starving for it, like my body is the only thing keeping him alive.
"Your cunt is so fucking sweet," he groans between licks.
His thumbs slide inward, spreading me wider, exposing every inch of me to his hungry mouth. I feel completely devoured, consumed by him, and I fucking love it.
"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for anymore.
One of his hands leaves my thigh, and I feel his thumb circling my asshole, pressing just slightly.
"Relax for me," he murmurs, his breath hot against my soaked pussy. "Just feeling you everywhere, baby. Not gonna hurt you. Not unless you beg me to."
"Fuck, Ramsey," I pant, surprised by how good it feels. My face burns hot against the sheets, but I don't pull away. Instead, I push back slightly, silently asking for more.
"I want—" I start, but cut myself off, embarrassed by what I was about to say.
"Tell me," Ramsey demands, his free hand delivering a sharp smack to my ass that makes me yelp. "What do you want, baby? You know I'll give you anything."
I swallow hard, gathering my courage. "I want you inside me. Everywhere. I want to feel you everywhere."
He groans, the sound vibrating against my cunt. "Fuck, baby. You're gonna kill me talking like that."
His thumb presses more insistently against my asshole, the pressure building until the tip slips just inside. The stretch burns slightly, but in the best possible way, making me gasp and push back for more.
"That's it," he praises, his voice thick with desire. "Taking my thumb so well. Such a good girl for me."
The praise washes over me like warm honey, making me melt further into his touch. He works his thumb in and out gently, never pushing too far, while his tongue continues its assault on my pussy.
"You're mine," he growls against my pussy. "Every fucking inch of you belongs to me."
"Yes," I whimper, because it's true.
His thumb withdraws, and I whine at the loss until I feel something wet replacing it—his tongue, circling my asshole in a way that should be dirty but just feels incredible. I bury my face in the sheets, embarrassed by how much I'm enjoying this, how desperate I am for more.
"Don't hide from me," Ramsey commands, his hand fisting in my hair and pulling my head back. "I want to hear every sound you make while I eat this perfect ass."
His tongue pushes inside me, fucking in to my ass in shallow thrusts that have me seeing stars. I'm moaning shamelessly now, all embarrassment forgotten as pleasure overrides everything else.
"Ramsey, please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for anymore. "I need you."
"Stop rushing me," he growls, his tongue flat against my hole. "You have me, Reese. All of me."
His words hit me like a fucking freight train. I try to look back at him, but his grip in my hair keeps me facing forward.
"Only you," he continues, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that makes my thighs quiver. "Only ever fucking you."
His fingers slide into my pussy, two thick digits curling to make my vision blur. I'm so wet it's embarrassing, my arousal coating his hand, dripping down my thighs.
"Always fucking you," he promises, thrusting his fingers deeper.
I can't form words anymore, just desperate, animal sounds as he works me from both ends.
Ramsey's fingers fuck into me harder, faster, his tongue matching their rhythm.
"Come on my fingers," he demands, his voice rough with desire. "Let me feel this tight little cunt squeeze around me."
That does it. I explode around his fingers, my pussy clenching and pulsing as waves of pleasure crash through me. I scream his name, over and over, as he works me through it, never letting up, drawing out my orgasm until I'm a trembling, sobbing mess.
"That's it," he praises, his fingers still moving inside me, gentler now. "So fucking beautiful when you come for me."
I collapse onto the mattress, my legs finally giving out. Ramsey follows me down, his body covering mine like a warm blanket. I can feel his cock, hard and heavy, pressing against my ass.
"Holy fuck," I mumble into the sheets, trying to catch my breath. "That was...I've never..."
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "We're just getting started, baby."
I turn my head to look at him, and the hunger in his eyes makes my spent pussy clench all over again. His lips are wet with me, his beard glistening in the dim light.
"You smell like soap and sex," he murmurs against my skin, his breath warm and ticklish. "And a little bit like me."
I hum contentedly, too fucked-out to form actual words yet. His cock is heavy against my thigh, thick and hot and demanding attention. I can feel pre-cum smearing against my skin as he shifts, his hips making tiny, almost unconscious movements.
The scruff of his beard scrapes against my neck as he nuzzles me, trying to kiss every inch of skin he can find. His body is heavy against mine in the best way, grounding me, claiming me.
I feel him shift, adjusting himself so his length slides lower, resting against me. The weight of him there makes my breath catch.
Shifting beneath him, I find enough space to spread my legs just a bit. His cock slides lower, settling perfectly between my thighs, the head nudging against my entrance. We both groan at the contact.
"Fuck," I breathe, feeling him hot and heavy against my pussy. He's so thick, the blunt head pressing against my folds without entering. Just there, teasing us both.
"You want it?" he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
"Yes," I hiss, trying to push back against him, but his weight keeps me pinned. "Please, Ramsey."
He rocks his hips slightly, sliding his cock through my wetness without pushing in. The friction against my sensitive clit makes me whimper.
Without warning, he thrusts forward, burying his cock in me with one powerful stroke. I cry out, my body stretching to accommodate his size.
"Fuck," he hisses against my ear, his chest pressed against my back.
He pulls back slowly before slamming in again, his hips slapping against my ass. The force of it pushes me further up the bed, and I have to brace myself against the headboard.