Chapter 26 – Reese #2
He moved his hips after a few moments, little thrusts as I slid in and out of him. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, fingers flexing, stomach muscles clenching, and my cock was hard as steel, pressing against my pants and making me wish I’d taken them off.
But he liked it when I did this fully clothed and he was naked. He liked feeling vulnerable and laid bare with me. Because it was me, he’d said. He told me it made him feel like I owned him, and fuck if I didn’t like the sound of that, too.
I bit down on my bottom lip and listened to the squelching of my fingers as they fucked him. I didn’t touch his prostate because I knew from experience he would come right away. He was so sensitive and it was so damn sexy.
He moaned, then threw his head back and said, “Okay, okay. Stop stop stop, I’m gonna come.”
I pulled my fingers out immediately, wiping them on the blanket. We could have another laundry room incident later.
“Take your clothes off,” he said, voice deep and hoarse. “Let me see that beautiful body, baby.”
Fuck, I loved it when he called me baby. Or darling. Or tiger. Even piranha. I loved any and all of the pet names that popped into his weird mind and out of that sexy mouth. They were something precious he’d given only to me.
I pushed off the bed and dragged my shirt over my head, throwing it onto his bed, then shucked my pants and boxers off. I wasn’t like him and didn’t try to be sexy while doing it, I’d feel too stupid. He could actually pull that off, I definitely couldn’t.
“I love your body,” he whispered. His eyes were slowly devouring every inch of me, and there was something in them that looked like…
No.
It wasn’t that.
I love your body.
I truly never expected to ever hear someone say that, because I’d never planned on showing my body to anyone. I was going to take my scars to the grave.
Dakota had completely demolished all the plans I’d laid out for myself. He’d forever changed me, changed everything, and…I was okay with that.
“Come here,” he said softly. When I met his gaze again, he winked at me and spread his legs wider. “Come and take it, darling.”
A rush of affection filled my chest, and then a fierce determination to make this so, so good for him.
After putting on the condom, I kissed the inside of his thigh and wrapped my fingers around his length. He was so damn hard. I stroked him once, twice, his body twitching every time I got to the tip, then climbed between his legs.
“Are you sure?” I asked, sliding a hand down the inside of his thigh.
“I am very, very, very sure.” He blew me a kiss, so I leaned down gave him one back. I lifted my head so I could watch his face. He was flushed, breathing hard, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at me.
I lined my cock up with his hole, then slowly pushed inside. I couldn’t help moaning as I went deeper and deeper; he was so fucking hot and kept clenching around me again and again, sucking me right in.
His face suddenly twisted in a pained expression, and he made a small sound, so I stopped moving.
“Am I hurting you? Do you want me to pull—”
“No, don’t pull out,” he said quickly, like he was afraid I would.
“It’s just…so fucking big. Give me a second to get used to it.
Actually, come here,” he said, licking his lips.
“Kiss me,” he murmured, his eyes glued to my mouth as I leaned down and gave him what he wanted.
He kept clenching around my cock, sending overwhelming shocks of pleasure through me, and I shook with the effort not to move my hips.
I focused on his tongue gliding along mine as he moaned into my mouth, tilting his head so he could go deeper. Slow and lazy, taking his time, like he always did.
When I pulled back and looked into his eyes, I felt dazed.
He rubbed the tip of his nose against mine. “Okay. You can move now.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “I think my body should be able to handle that monster cock now.”
I laughed and sat up again, sliding my hands along his thighs. “Shut the fuck up, Dakota.”
His stomach muscles clenched and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Say my name again.”
I slowly pulled my hips back, my eyes glued to his face, every shift in his expression turning me on even more. When I pressed into him again and said his name, he moaned and wrapped his legs around the backs of mine, lifting his hips to meet my thrust until I was as deep as I could go.
I really didn’t think I was going to last very long at all. I’d been right on the edge for a while, and it was taking everything in me not to just let myself fall over it.
I moved faster, pumping into him harder, just trying to breathe, to focus, to keep control and not come—when he said my name.
I stopped moving, panting as I stared down at him.
“Wait. I—could you do it slower?” he asked, his voice quiet.
Slower? Was I going too fast? Did I hurt him?
I leaned over him and searched his eyes. “Am I hurting you?”
He shook his head right away, and the hesitancy on his face made me want to reassure him.
“I just want it…slow. Go slower. Please, I want it—I just want it…gentle. Be gentle with me. Please?”
Jesus fucking Christ.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He shifted his hips and clenched around me, and I grabbed onto them and squeezed because fuck. “Dakota, don’t move. Fuck, I’m not even gonna…fuck.”
I wasn’t sure what it was about him right now that was getting to me so much.
Maybe the fact that he wasn’t teasing me or joking around at all, but sincerely asking for things and looking like he was embarrassed to ask for them when he usually wasn’t embarrassed about anything.
It was a side of him I’d never seen before, and it made me want to just…
fucking do every single thing he wanted and make sure he was wholly satisfied.
Make sure he felt good and safe and like it was okay for him to ask for whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it.
And then there was a more vicious side that wanted to claim him so aggressively, to leave my mark over every inch of him so that he’d never be rid of me.
But that part could fuck off because he wanted it gentle, and I’d give it to him gentle. Soft. Slow. Easy. Like his kisses.
He deserved the world, and I wanted to give it to him. Just for a little while. Because that was all I could give him—just a little bit of time.
“Okay,” I panted, feeling like I had a tiny bit of control back. “I’m gonna go really slow.”
“Yeah,” he breathed, those dark eyes clouded with lust. His face was flushed, and the marks I’d already left on his neck were red and swollen.
He looked completely and utterly mine.
I started to move again, going in so slowly that I had to grip the back of his thighs to keep myself upright. The feel of him squeezing my cock, the soft, wet heat of him gripping my dick was too much.
“Untie me,” he panted, and I reached above him to pull the knot loose.
“You know you can untie yourself,” I said.
“Yeah but I like it when you do it.” He brought his hands down to my waist, fingers digging in hard, then wrapped one around his cock, lazily pumping his fist up and over the crown.
“Touch me,” he pleaded, the desperation in his voice. “Please, baby—”
Fuck.
I slid my hand up his stomach, fingers gliding over soft skin, feeling the muscles quiver beneath my touch. An unsteady breath shuddered out of him, and he moved his hand from my hip to my ass, kneading me and pushing me into him.
All my attention was on Dakota, every part of me attuned to the way he felt, to the stilted breaths and quiet moans coming from him.
I was having a really hard time fighting against the fog in my mind, all the different sensations pinging through my body so overwhelming, so far beyond anything I’d ever felt before, that I really had to concentrate on not coming.
“Fuck, Dakota,” I panted. “I’m not gonna—”
He cried out, and I looked up in time to see his eyes roll back as his whole body trembled.
“Oh, fuck.” He squeezed my ass hard, then fixed his eyes on mine. “Reese.” His voice broke over my name, and my heart thumped hard.
I leaned down and slid my hand into his hair, rubbed my cheek against his like he did to me all the time, and covered his mouth with mine. He groaned and framed my face with his hands, slipping his tongue into my mouth and moving his hips with mine.
I pulled back, breathing hard, and rasped, “Tell me when I hit it.”
“When you hit—” His entire body spasmed and then tensed as I dragged my cock along his prostate, and then he looked up at me with wide eyes as he shuddered and gasped in a breath. “Fuck.”
I slowly pushed back in, trying to find it again, watching his face and knowing I succeeded when his eyes rolled back and he started trembling beneath me.
“Fuck, you look so sexy like this,” I groaned, circling my arms over his head and plastering myself against him.
We were both so fucking sweaty, and that only turned me on even more.
I kept my hips angled so I could hit his prostate with every thrust, the desperate noises he was making in my ear so damn hot.
The whole thing was so slow and erotic that it didn’t feel like fucking at all. It felt like we were…making love.
For someone like me, that was new. Exhilarating. And because he wanted it—and was obviously enjoying it—that only made it hotter. Only made me want it more. Want him more.
I wanted to ruin him delicately.
Break him tenderly.
Make him fall apart in the gentlest, softest, sweetest way.
He pulled my head back a little, then slid his hand down my spine until he was cupping my ass, kneading it, feeling me move as I sank deeper into him.
“Reese,” he rasped.“Tell me I’m doing a good job.” The raw desperation in his voice practically sent me over the edge. “Tell me you like this. Please, I—”