Chapter 17
Reese
Dear God, where did the man learn to talk like that?
Our time in his room had hinted at this side of him, but I still didn’t expect this. Not from someone so “high society,” as Gramps would have said. Clay Montgomery gave off an air of total control and upper-class decorum. Who knew he could turn so filthy?
I loved it.
I’d never had a lover who was so blunt, so blatantly sexual. I may not be used to it, but it was fucking hot.
A soft slap on my ass focused my attention back on the man kneeling before me. Something told me Clay didn’t get on his knees for many people, but he’d willingly sunk to them for me. To say that made my pussy wetter would be an understatement.
“Now, Reese. I’m not asking again.” The green of his eyes shone like emeralds in the moonlight. Bright with lust and something far deeper that I didn’t really want to think about right now. “Take those tempting as fuck shorts off.”
I glanced around, worried someone would be outside.
There were other guests on the property, and it wouldn’t be unheard of for any of them to go for a late-night stroll around the property.
At least it was too late for family to stop by, and apparently Logan had the good sense to stay away. Still, we were outside. On my deck.
“If you don’t, I’ll do it for you.” His growled words washed over me, setting off tingles all over my body “Then I’ll bend you over and spank that luscious ass. You deserve it simply for teasing me.”
My pussy clenched at both the timber of his voice and his words.
I was sure he’d be able to sense my arousal.
No man had ever spanked me or even dared to suggest it, but I almost came at the thought of Clay doing so.
I’d found erotic romance books a long time ago, so I’d read about women finding pleasure in it.
There were plenty of nights when I’d dreamt about it, never thinking it might actually happen to me.
“Fuck me.” His gaze captured mine, and I didn’t have the will to look away. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
I nodded so quickly I was lucky my head didn’t bobble right off.
“Yes.” Not that he needed the audible confirmation, but I wasn’t about to deny it.
Leaning my elbows on the railing, I looked down at him.
He positioned his mouth so close to my core, it would only take losing the material to feel his lips on me.
His gaze burned into me. The green darkened with each passing second until flecks of gold appeared, making it seem as if they were glowing.
This was all types of confusing.
I knew I shouldn’t want this with him, of all people, but I wasn’t sure I could stop it. What was scarier was that I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
To feel something I’ve never felt before with this man in particular was a recipe for disaster. Still, I couldn’t deny that I did indeed feel something. From the sexual need he ignited within me to the odd connection I felt when I talked about my dreams, there was something there.
I shouldn’t give in to it.
I couldn’t stop myself from giving in to it.
“I’ll give that to you, I promise.” He dropped his mouth to my inner thigh and licked along the sensitive skin, so close, but still so far away from where I wanted him.
“After. After I spread that undoubtedly pretty pussy wide open for my tongue.” My hands subconsciously found the button and popped it open.
As I grabbed hold of the zipper, I looked over my shoulder, the slightest fear someone might be out worrying me.
“Eyes on me.” Compelled, I did exactly as he asked, then lowered the zipper.
Wiggling the denim over my hips, I let them drop to the deck.
As I stood before him in a light-pink lace thong, his eyes flared. No man had ever looked at me like this. It was as if I were the sole focus of all of his senses. It was heady and exhilarating and more than a bit intimidating.
“If I had known you were sitting there wearing this scrap of nothing all night, I would have been harder than I already was.”
He trailed his hands up my thighs, slipping his fingers under the straps at my hip.
Every place he touched sent flames licking along my skin, the nerve endings bursting with sensation.
I felt consumed and alive, like I never had before.
He dragged them down until they met my shorts, and I stood on the deck of my apartment clad only in a T-shirt and bra.
I wasn’t a prude by any means, but this was a little on the wild side, even for me.
And I loved every single second.
Something about him made me reckless, made me want everything he offered.
It was absurdly stupid, given what should have been a working relationship and my ultimatum to stay, but neither of those made it any less true.
Every bit of sass I threw at him, every look and touch, every second his voice kept me awake, had been leading straight here.
Clay looked up at me, with a wicked glint in his eye and a grin on his face. “Your turn. Tell me what you want.”
The way he looked at me, like he wanted to inhale me, drown in me, told me he didn’t want polite words.
Hell, I didn’t want to give him that anyway.
I wanted to play right along with him. I wished I knew what it was about this man that compelled me so much, but in that moment, it didn’t matter.
It would in the long run, I was sure, while also likely biting me on the ass, but right now I didn’t care.
A smirk played on my lips before I licked them. “I want your tongue on my pussy. I’m dying to feel your fingers inside me. I need to feel your mouth on my clit.” The words sounded filthy and hot and dangerous, even to my own ears. Yet every single one of them was the truth.
Clay lifted my leg, throwing it over his shoulder. “You are fucking perfect, Reese Henley.”
I wasn’t perfect. Not by any means. I could be loud and sarcastic, cutting and hyper-fixated at times, but right now, with this man, I felt perfect. I felt as if I were the most perfect being in the world because every ounce of Clay Montgomery’s focus was on me.
I opened my mouth to speak, but only a long, low moan emerged as he flattened his tongue against my bare flesh and stroked upward.
My head dropped back, the muscles in my neck practically evaporating in ecstasy, incapable of holding it up.
Using his thumbs, he parted my lips, opening me to the talent of his mouth.
Up one side, down the other. He teased me every time he got near my clit, circling the small nub until I started to shake, then he’d move away.
It was torture and ecstasy, and he appeared to be a master at both.
Reaching out, I tunneled my fingers through his hair, trying to guide him to where I needed him.
“Let go.” His sex-roughened voice had me dropping my hold without thought.
“I run this show. You can talk, you can tell me what you want, you can cry about how good it feels, but it’s my decision what to give to you and when to do it.
Put those hands back on the rail.” He looked up at me, waiting for compliance, and as if he held some sort of mystical power over me, I did exactly as he asked.
“I’ll let you know when you can use them again. ”
I had a feeling I’d need the stability anyway as he got going.
“Perfect. Now where was I?” he growled, before sucking my clit into his mouth.
I gasped, but quickly caught myself from being too loud.
“Such a pretty sound. I could get used to it.” He sucked on my clit, his tongue dancing over the tender spot, as his mouth held me captive. “Tell me more. I want to hear your words, but don’t be too loud. We wouldn’t want someone to hear us and come looking, would we?”
I shook my head, because that was the very last thing I wanted, even if I could barely think coherently. God, I hoped no one was out taking advantage of the beautiful night.
“I want your fingers.”
“Where? Here?” he whispered, his breath hot on my flesh, as they slid along the moisture coating my pussy.
“Or maybe here?” He circled them around my clit, playing with the hood to torture me.
“What about here?” He moved his other hand to my opening, teasing it before penetrating slightly.
I felt my body tighten, trying to pull the digit deeper inside.
“Oh yeah, you want something filling this greedy pussy up, don’t you? ”
“God yes,” I panted out the words, wishing he’d stop the teasing and torture and get down to it. So I told him. “I want your cock. I want to feel it inside me.”
His growled groan almost had me coming. “You’ll get that, but first I want you to give me this. Give me all of that sweetness. Coat my tongue and my lips with it. I want to hear you moan my name as you come on my tongue.”
He went back to work, not that it was going to take much.
If I were honest with myself, my body had been on the verge of orgasm because of Clay since that first phone call, since the first time we taunted each other and he’d issued an unspoken challenge.
From the initial moment, we’d been playing a game that led us here, and there was no way to avoid it.
But no matter how much my body craved what he made it feel, this was all he’d get. One night of insanity. One moment of ecstasy that hopefully wouldn’t fuck up a working relationship if it came to that, because it couldn’t be anything more.
My brain and body froze. More. Why the fuck was I thinking about more? There was no more with Clay. There was here and now. Scratching the itch and satisfying the need we both obviously felt.
More meant a future. It meant what my grandparents and the parentals had found.
That’s not happening with Clay Montgomery.