Chapter 18 #2
“I had planned on taking you slowly for our first time,” he said as he moved his fingers to my center and pushed two inside me.
Little pleasure-filled noises escaped me. “You can take me slowly like this,” I strained to say.
“I don’t think I have the strength. You being like this makes me feel fucking feral.” He withdrew his fingers from me as he knelt to the floor and spread me open again with his thumbs. I felt his warm breath against me before he licked me from clit to core. “Lower your head to the bed, Charlotte.”
I did as he said, which only exposed more of me to him.
“Good girl,” he said before he sucked my clit into his mouth.
I was shocked to be praised in such a situation, and even more shocked at the way my stomach fluttered upon hearing it.
He licked, tasted, and explored me with his tongue until my thighs shook with the need to come.
“You’re shaking,” he said as his mouth hovered over my clit.
“Please, Reid,” I begged as I buried my face into the comforter.
His hands slid down my shaking thighs as he pressed a kiss to my lower lips. “Please what?”
“You know exactly what,” I practically growled.
“I’m supposed to do as I’m told, remember?” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
“You have got to be fucking—” My annoyed words were cut off by a moan as his tongue began flicking my clit. “Don’t stop!” I was almost there. It was coming quickly.
I cried out, not giving a damn how loud I was as I came. My breaths were labored and I ignored the soreness that came with that.
“Don’t move,” he said as he stepped away. I heard rustling, the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. When he returned, his hands went to my hips. “Scoot up on the bed.”
Lifting my head, I crawled up toward the pillows until his hands on my hips stopped me and he was kneeling on the bed behind me.
He let go of my hips to place one hand on my lower back. “Ready?” he asked as I felt the tip of his cock nudge my entrance.
“Yes.”
He pushed inside me and I groaned as I stretched around him.
“Fuck,” he cursed when he was all the way in.
Why does it feel so much deeper in this position?
My thoughts were quickly snuffed out when he withdrew and pushed back in.
The first few thrusts were slow, as if for us both to adjust. He grabbed onto my hip with one hand and the other slid up my spine until he reached my shoulder, grabbing onto me there as well.
His hips pulled back, leaving me feeling empty.
Then he slammed back in, making me cry out.
That was the only warning I got of what was to come.
He continued to pound into me, taking me—claiming me. Maybe he really had gone feral.
“Reid,” I moaned as another orgasm built more and more each time he slammed into me.
“You going to come for me?” he asked.
“Yes,” I forced out just as my orgasm hit.
I cried out yes many more times as he continued to thrust into me until his rhythm tripped up, signaling his release. He slammed into me one last time, cursing.
Once we caught our breath, he pulled out and helped me roll onto my back.
I lay there naked in the center of his bed as he went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When he returned, he crawled up the bed between my legs.
Careful not to squish me, he propped himself on his forearms and kissed me.
“How are your ribs?” he asked as he pushed my hair away from my face.
“Sore, but I don’t care,” I answered honestly.
“I tried to hold back.”
That was him holding back? I laughed a little.
He kissed me one more time before rolling off of me onto his back. “Are you staying here tonight or do you want me to take you back?”
“I should go home. I need to talk to Bram. At the same time, I’m angry with him for not coming home after what happened today.”
He reached for his nightstand and pulled out a joint and a lighter from the drawer.
“Mom said he was on a ride. He does that when he needs to clear the shit in his head.” He brought the joint to his lips and lit the end.
“Last time I saw him go for a ride like that, I was seventeen and he didn’t come home until two in the morning. ”
“I forget that you used to live with him.” I frowned. “Where was your room?”
He put a hand under his head as he took a puff. “You’ve been staying in it,” he said after exhaling. He took one more puff before offering it to me.
I took it. “You’re going to share this time?”
“I shared last time.”
“Sort of.” I rolled and climbed on top of him. My still-wet slit rested right against his cock. I took a puff and exhaled slowly. As he stared up at me, his cock grew hard. I rolled my hips, grinding us together.
He groaned and grabbed my hips. “You’re ready to go again?”
I nodded as I took another puff. I held it in as I watched him reach into his nightstand again and pull out a condom.
I exhaled. “Can I put it on?”
We traded joint for condom. He smoked as he watched me roll the condom down his shaft and line him up with my opening.
As I sank down on him, his eyes closed for a moment like it was the best feeling in the world.
With my hands on his chest, I rode him, seeking my pleasure.
He let me use him all while enjoying the show and continuing to smoke.
When I came, he sat up and kissed me like crazy—like he was unleashed.
He handed me the joint before flipping us, laying me on my back.
I took a puff as he grabbed the backs of my knees.
For only a split second, I thought our roles had reversed and he would just use me like I had used him, but soon I realized how wrong I was.
He fucked me until I came screaming and I nearly dropped the joint in the bed multiple times.