CHAPTER SEVENTEEN #2
I grip the band of her shorts like handle bars and rip them down her thighs. “You’re killing me, Sunshine.”
No knickers.
Trimmed pubic hair.
And her need, glistening.
Seconds it takes to get her shorts off. Seconds for my mouth to be on her, my barbell flicking over her clit.
“Sweet Jesus,” she groans. “That’s, um, that’s new. Fuck!”
I press a hand down on her pelvic bone, keeping her arse to the bed, forcing her to feel each stroke of my tongue.
Fuck. She tastes like sin and heaven in one.
“I... I can’t handle any more,” she breathes out when I ram a finger into her slick opening.
She grips the top of my hair, tugging at the strands, before grinding her pussy over my mouth. If my mouth wasn’t so busy, I’d smirk. It’s the hottest thing a chick has ever done in the bedroom.
A second finger slides right in, her walls clenching around them.
“Oh God,” she cries, but it sounds muffled. I glance up and she has her mouth pressed into the crook of her elbow.
I flick the sweet spot inside her with the tip of my finger, gently sucking her clit into my mouth. Her back bows, her arse pressing into the bed like she can’t take much more, when her orgasm tears through her.
“Reid,” she pleads, as I continue my assault on her pussy. Seconds later, the spasms come to a slow.
I remove my mouth, getting to my feet as I push my shorts and boxers down. Her eyes widen at the sight of my cock when it bounces free. I fist the tip in my hand, tugging it back and forth as I try to catch my breath.
“Move further onto the bed,” I demand, and it comes out rougher than intended.
She follows instructions like a good girl, stopping halfway to turn, reaching up to a tiny decoration on the headboard. Or what I assumed is a decoration, until she pulls, revealing a drawer. Her cheeks flush when a bunch of condoms fall out.
I arch an eyebrow. “That’s quite the stash.”
“Freya thought she was being funny.”
“Sounds like she was being a friend,” I murmur as I take one, ripping it open with my teeth.
She watches me, fascinated with what I am doing. “Will the piercing not rip through the condom?”
“No,” I rasp, wishing she would stop looking at me like she’s imagining all the dirty things she can do to me.
I spread her legs, causing her to whimper. “If you want to back out, now is the time to do it,” I grit out, rubbing the tip through her wetness. “I don’t know if I can be gentle.”
“Fuck me,” she whispers.
The sight of her vulnerability has me pausing for a minute. There’s a pressure weighing down on my chest, and I have no idea why.
I press the tip of my dick over her clit, and her eyes close shut in pleasure.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” I warn, and before she can question me, I slam myself inside of her. Her eyes fly open, her mouth open but no sound slips out.
I spread her thighs further, using them to anchor me as I thrust inside of her.
She cries out, her eyes widening at how loud she’s being.
She slaps her hand over her mouth to quieten the noise.
I would tell her it’s no use, that you can hear our bodies slapping together clearly enough, but I don’t care.
Fuck.
She is as tight as I remember.
She matches me thrust for thrust, ruining any semblance of control that I held on to.
“Fuck,” I growl, feeling my balls tighten.
Her eyes glisten, sweat beading on her chest as she watches me. I’m barely able to stay upright, drowning in her pale blue eyes.
It has never been like this before.
I’ve never felt this before.
I use her body to fuck that fear away, to give me something to concentrate on, other than the feelings she evokes inside of me.
Even when she glances away, giving me a clear out, despite the fear in her own eyes, I act with feelings. I grip her chin, getting her to face me. I don’t speak, or even mutter a word, as I lean down to press my mouth against hers.
She kisses me back just as fiercely. Knowing she’s just as helpless against this pull between us snaps the little bit of control I was hanging onto.
I thrust harder, never once taking my gaze off her. Her moans flutter through my grunts.
Just when I begin to think I may be going too rough, too hard, her eyes close, and she shoves her face into my neck, crying out in pleasure.
A primal sound rips from my throat when I feel her walls clench around me. I sit up, gripping her waist as I slam inside of her.
“Again!” I demand.
Everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman comes alive in this moment. She takes everything I give her whilst her body screams for more.
She grips my arms, the tips of her fingers digging into my flesh, driving me to fuck her harder.
Her tits bounce, and I can’t help the groan that slips through. “I’ve never fucking wanted anyone more in my life.”
She moans at my confession, her walls clenching. “More.”
“Good girl,” I praise, enjoying the sound of our bodies slapping together. “Take it all.”
Watching her come apart so easily for the third time, I let myself go, filling the condom with my seed.
There is nothing like the chase of an orgasm, but I’ve never had one this strong. And it’s all because of her.
Nerves come off her in waves as I lower my weight on her body.
I ease them with a kiss to her mouth. “I’m going to clean up,” I whisper, not knowing what else to do.
This is normally where I say goodbye to the chick.
“You should probably answer your phone. Messages have been pinging for the last five minutes.”
“My messages?” she questions, looking adorably confused.
“Yeah, your messages,” I confirm, leaning in to kiss her once more.
Her body melts into the blanket at the move, so I climb off the bed and walk straight over to the bathroom door.
Hopefully, whoever has the other room connected, hasn’t forgotten to shut their door, otherwise they are about to get an eyeful.
I dispose of the condom in the bin, having learnt not to flush them down the toilet early in life.
I go about my business before grabbing a wash cloth out of the basket and soaking it in warm water to take to Summer.
Something else I haven’t done before. But I read it in a book Paisley left lying around once.
I walk over to the bed. Whoever messaged her has her furiously typing back.
Her back is to me, so she doesn’t see me.
I run my gaze over the curve of her back, biting my lip at the thin blanket she has concealing her arse.
She has the rest of the blanket clutched to her front, covering her glorious tits.
I lean in a little to see who is messaging her.
Malia: Babe, don’t feel guilty, one of us needed to get some. But I do need to know if he at least gave you an orgasm.
Mercedes: I bet he gave her multiple orgasms.
Meghan: Personally, he seems like the type to get his and leave. Has he left?
Magnolia: No way. He seems like the type to know what he’s doing. But then, he isn’t all that bright.
Makayla: I mean, he did find the bat we left out for him, so maybe he’s not as dumb as we’ve made him out to be.
Malia: Summer?
Summer: Oh my god, he’s in the bathroom. I cannot talk about this right now
Malia: Orgasm?
Summer: Yes. *rolling eyes*
Magnolia: Just one? Seriously? What a let-down.
I clear my throat. “Make sure you tell them you had three, and it will be at least six by the time they wake up.”
The phone slips from her fingers. “What the fuck, Reid? You scared the shit out of me.”
I grin. “You shouldn’t have been so absorbed in your phone. Didn’t picture you as a kiss and tell. I like it.”
“Fucking hell,” she breathes, sitting up. She clutches the blanket to her chest. “Go away.”
“Not a chance,” I tell her. After throwing the wash cloth to the floor, I slip the blanket off her body. “I hope you have enough condoms.”
“Again? Now?” she asks, her eyes bugging out.
I grip her ankles, sliding her further down the bed. “Oh yeah, right now. On your hands and knees, Sunshine.”
Nearly an hour and another two orgasms later for Summer, I shoot my load for the second time that night. As soon as the condom has been stripped and she makes the throaty moan in the back of her throat, I want her all over again.
It scares me how much I want her. There’s no coming back from this feeling. Not after one night. Not even after two.
And it’s all because of one woman.
Fuck!