14. Quinn
Quinn
As I burst through the bathroom door, I realized I hadn’t thought my actions through. In fucking with Reid, I nearly fucked myself too. But in my defense, it’s his fault. Plain and simple. Maybe I made his life harder (pun fully intended) but he knew what he was doing too.
I am grateful that there is nobody else in the bathroom while I get my bearings. But as I attempt to fix my makeup in the mirror, the door flies open and I shriek.
It’s Reid. And he does not look happy.
“You can’t be in here,” I hiss, but as he turns around and locks the bathroom door, it’s clear he does not give a shit. “What the hell are you doing?” I demand.
“I came in here to ask you the same thing,” he booms. “That was a cute stunt you pulled out there.”
I turn back to the mirror, primping my hair. “I don’t know what you are referring to. I was just dancing,” I say, and he chuckles sadistically.
“Oh really? Do you have any idea how mortifying it would have been if you…if that had…” he doesn’t finish the sentence.
“You act like it’s my fault,” I say, glancing back at him in the mirror. “But we both know you started it.”
“I started it?!” he shouts.
“Yes. You started it. You know where your hands were. Not to mention the shoulder kisses. You brought this on yourself.”
Reid smirks and saunters up behind me. Then he lowered his voice. “Funny you should say that, sweetheart, because you brought this on yourself…”
With that, he hikes my dress up around my hips, exposing my black lace thong.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I demand but Reid uses one hand to grab my hip. Then he shoves his foot between mine, pushing my stance wider. I grip the counter with both hands, watching him in the mirror. His eyes are locked on mine.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mimics and the next thing I know, his other hand was between my thighs. His finger finds me, hot and wet, and before I can protest, he runs it down the length of me, teasing my opening, rubbing every nerve, knowing exactly how I need to be touched.
“Fuck,” I let out, leaning forward instinctively. At the same time, I widen my stance even more to allow him more access.
The tip of his finger finds my clit, hovering over it painstakingly.
“What’s the matter?” He asks as my body quivers with the ache of need. “Don’t like being teased?”
“If you want to get off, I’ll get you off,” I say as his fingertip continues to tease.
Ried lets out a haughty laugh. “As much as I could use the release right now, I think I’d rather watch you struggle,” he says, and I grit my teeth.
Reid’s hands are skilled. It’s not his first rodeo, and it’s obvious. As his fingers rub and flick with precise knowledge, I am thoroughly convinced he knows the body of a woman the way he knows a courtroom. Like he could do it with his eyes closed. Like he never loses.
Like I’m screwed.
“Reid,” I say as he teases my clit again. “You win.”
“I win?” he asks. “Funny, I didn’t know we were playing a game…”
“Fuck you,” I snap because despite knowing the position I’m in (literally), I hate him having the upper hand. You’re welcome for all the puns.
“Tsk, tsk,” he smirks as he rubs me, then stops. Then rubs me, then stops.
I whimper. “Goddamn it, just finish me,” I beg.
“Do you deserve it?” he asks.
I grit my teeth and glare at him.
His smirk crawls another centimeter.
Then another finger finds my opening. He presses against it, not enough to penetrate, just enough to intensify the need.
“Fuck,” I whine, trying in vain to lower my hips in the hope that maybe he’ll fuck me that way. But pulls back.
“Have you learned your lesson?” he asks, one finger in each aching spot but unmoving. “Are you going to behave?” he asks, and it hurts me to comply. And yet, if I just lie…I’ll get what I want. And then who wins?
“Yes,” I say as sweetly as I can manage. “I’ll behave.”
“I don’t know…” he says.
“Goddamnit, Reid. Make me come. I need you,” I let out, and there’s the rest of that smirk. I want to smack it off his face. But once his finger drives into my clit, flicking and rubbing, I forget about everything else. My knees shake and he holds me up, braced against the counter.
As the orgasm hits me, I cry out. Reid covers my mouth with his free hand, stifling the scream as I thrash against his body.
Once it’s over, he steps back and I have to grip the counter again to keep from falling to the floor. He chortles and turns, and walks out, leaving me a total mess.
I don’t know how I am going to survive two more of these.