Chapter 9 #2
He leans over me, bracing himself on one arm while he continues to fist himself. “Say it again.”
I feel the shift of power, and I don’t fight it. I want to give Reid this moment because it’s all I can give him. “Fuck me, Reid. Fuck me right now. Please. I need you.”
He teases me some more, rubbing the weeping head of his cock against my swollen clit. I lift my hips as we grind against each other. My pussy throbs with need, and my insides twist as the pressure intensifies.
The tension is reflected on Reid’s face, and with a tilt of his hips, he seats himself at my entrance.
His arms bracket my shoulders and the corners of his mouth tug into a smile as he gives me what I want, inch by delicious inch.
I feel him stretching me, and he doesn’t simply fill me, he completes me.
My head tilts back, and as my core muscles grip his shaft, it’s enough to make us both groan.
“So tight,” he says as he leaves me empty only to drive back into me. His hips roll. I grind. His smile broadens. “So needy.” He pulls out and thrusts into me again. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
He kisses me with lips still coated in my arousal and as I taste the pleasure only he can give, he devours me. I groan into his mouth and he swallows my cries.
His eyes never leave mine as he moves against me in undulating waves. Steady. Determined. Intense. So. Fucking. Intense.
My nipples trail up and down his chest, and pleasure pulls at my core. A pulse throbs in my clit, sending ripples of pleasure up my spine. My muscles contract every time he enters me and it’s like I don’t want to let him go.
I can feel my orgasm hovering along my spine as he fucks me harder. Faster. I’m going to shatter around his cock. And I’m going to listen to Reid groan, and bellow, and roar as he comes. As he fills me with his…
As he fills me with his seed.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit, shit, shit!
I slap hard against his chest. “Stop,” I shout. “Reid, stop!”
To his credit, he stops mid thrust. His arms tremble with the effort of holding himself still. “Quinn, please. Don’t–”
“No condom,” I pant. “We need a condom.” I’d been too busy arguing the pros and cons of fucking him to think about protection.
“Shit.” His head sags. “I don’t have any. Not exactly an essential item for breaking and entering.” He’s still seated inside me, and the bastard rolls his hips. “Well, I suppose I should have thought more about the entering part.”
“Not funny,” I hiss.
“Quinn, I know I’m the last person you trust, but I’m clean. I’ve never, ever gone bare with a woman before,” he insists. His hips are still moving. “But this feels right. My cock feels like it’s home, where it belongs.”
An unexpected lump clogs my throat, and I swallow hard. “I’m clean too. It’s been a long time,” I admit. I lost interest in men around the same time that Blake developed an interest in Ilya.
Reid takes this as an invitation to start thrusting again, but I press my hands against his chest, pushing him off. “That isn’t the problem. I’m not on birth control. I didn’t see the need.”
“Shit, sorry,” Reid says, withdrawing quickly.
I have to resist the urge to pull him back onto me.
My periods have been irregular since Blake went missing, and we could chance it.
It would probably be OK, but I can see in Reid’s eyes that he’s not going to pressure me into taking that risk.
Yet again he’s proving that the Griffins aren’t as cruel and callous as Barrett led me to believe, or at least not the one who rolls onto his side next to me.
I might have a little more difficulty readjusting my opinion of Mace.
“It looks like I’ll have to wait a little longer before I get to feel your pussy shattering around my cock,” Reid says, stroking my cheek.
“But don’t be under any illusion that we’re done here.
” He has a smug grin on his face as he lies back, seemingly undeterred by the rotting leaves he’s rolled onto. “Come and sit on my face, Quinn.”
I can’t help it. I laugh. “Are you serious?”
“Do I have to pull you onto my mouth?”
I give him a look as if I’m still considering the offer, but when I glance at his cock standing proud, I know what I want. We’re not done until we’re undone, and it’s only fair that he enjoys the moment too.
I scramble over to him, turning so I’m facing down the length of his body. He lifts my leg and suddenly his head is between my thighs. I rest my hands on his washboard abs, lifting up so I can look down between us.
“Tell me if I press down too heavily.”
“Ride my face, Quinn,” he growls. “Don’t think about anything else but how good it feels.”
I bite my lip. “Can I think about sucking your cock?”
Reid runs his tongue along my slit and my hips buck. “I hope you’re going to do more than think about it. Now, sit.”
I spread my legs a fraction more, and Reid’s arms come around me. He grabs my hips and pushes me onto his mouth. His nose swipes along my center, followed by his tongue. I squeeze my eyes shut as he licks and lathes me. Heat erupts between my legs and my back bows.
Still worried that I might smother him, I go to lift away, but his grip tightens. His mouth seals around my clit and I let out a shuddering cry as my insides clench and contract.
My body has a mind of its own as my hips jerk back and forth, seeking out the pleasure that’s pulling me towards new heights.
I’m doing as Reid asked. I’m riding his face and for a while, I’m lost in my own pleasure.
Peeling open my eyes, I stare at Reid’s cock, iron-hard and beaded with precum.
I wrap a fist around the base and as I twist my hand, I bring my mouth to him.
Swirling my tongue around the crown, Reid twitches in my grip. I’m smiling as I take him in my mouth and continue exploring him with my tongue. He must like it because he sucks hard enough on my clit that I see stars.
I pant through my pleasure and swallow a groan before sealing my lips around his cock.
I relax my jaw and as I plunge downwards, my cheeks hollow.
I take him deep, and in response, his hot gasp warms my pussy.
His fingers dig into my hips, and as I push against Reid’s tongue, he thrusts his hips upward and his cock hits the back of my throat.
My head bobs up and down in sync with my hips as I explore his length and Reid works my clit with flicks of his tongue. The coiling pressure from earlier returns, tightening and tightening as he brings me closer to my release. My knees tremble as I teeter on the edge.
My orgasm begins to surge, and there’s no holding on or holding back. I don’t want to hold back. I want Reid to send me into oblivion.
In a rush of molten heat, my body detonates.
I shatter into a thousand pieces, and those shards send tingles up and down my spine and out to every extremity.
And then I’m falling. Or I might be flying.
I don’t know which way is up and which way is down as my cry vibrates over my lips, still tightly wrapped around Reid’s cock.
He lets go of my hips, and reaches for the back of my head as his thrusts become frenzied.
He holds me steady as he jerks into my mouth, faster and faster until he finds his own release.
Ribbons of cum hit the back of my throat, and I suck and swallow.
I can feel Reid’s hot breaths against my clit, my entrance and the inside of my thighs as he kisses every part of me.
He rolls his hips a few more times, spilling the last of his seed into my mouth until finally, he drops his head back onto the earth that’s become our bed. His laugh warms my quickly cooling skin.
“I’m glad my little viper doesn’t bite.”
He thinks I’m his viper?
Oh, he really shouldn’t say that while his cock is still in my mouth. I tighten my jaw and scrape my teeth along his softening shaft until only the head of his cock is in my mouth. I apply more pressure, but Reid just laughs some more.
“You don’t like your pet name?”
I release him. I prefer to attack him with my tongue. “I don’t know which annoys me more. You calling me a snake, or just the fact you called me yours.”
Twisting around, I land back on our pile of clothes next to him. We’re naked to the elements, and I’m suddenly aware that we’re not alone in the woods. His snarky brother could reappear at any moment.
Reid watches as I sit up and tug at the clothes beneath us. “You are mine, Viper.”
“In your dreams,” I mutter as I stand up. My knees are weak and I stumble as I’m stepping into my panties.
“Speaking of dreams,” Reid says wistfully. “I can’t wait to get you in a bed with crisp cotton sheets and an endless supply of condoms.”
I fasten my bra. “You don’t need condoms for masturbation, Reid,” I say. “I’m not sharing a bed with you.” I pull on my leggings and sweater. “I have a bed, in a very nice room, in a mansion not too far from here.”
Reid grabs his jeans as he stands. His brow is furrowed and his pecs twitch with tension as he slips them on. His inked chest is a distraction I don’t need right now. I grab his t-shirt and throw it at him.
“You can’t make me leave with you, Reid.”
In one long step he’s looming over me. “Yes, I can. I’ve warned you before that I’d throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here. And make no mistake, Quinn. I will do that if I have to.”
He could too. And once I leave, there’d be no coming back. I can’t go missing on the same night someone kills two of Ilya’s men, then later claim innocence. All of my hard work and planning would be for nothing. Blake would be forever lost to me.
“Please, don’t,” I say, my voice catching. I’m not as strong as I want people to believe, and sometimes it shows. “I’ve never been this close to finding my sister before. I can’t run away now.”
“Then tell me everything, Quinn,” he demands. He pulls his t-shirt over his head. “Tell me about her.”
I could be making a terrible mistake, but if I’m going to get Reid to cooperate, I have to tell him why I’m here. I talk fast before I have time to reconsider.
“Blake met Ilya in Atlanta eighteen months ago. She was twenty at the time, working as a server in an exclusive club to pay her way through college. I was home in Boston, and when she first told me she was dating a Russian, she failed to mention he was more than twice her age. But I knew something was off and paid her a surprise visit. The surprise was all on me. She’d gone from being a beautiful and curvaceous young woman, to a stick-like fashion mannequin. ”
Reid shrugs into his jacket. “Was she using?”
“Before Ilya, she was always into healthy living, but it’s possible he introduced her to drugs.
Or else she simply starved herself to fit the mold he carved out for her,” I say, tying my sneakers so I don’t have to look at Reid.
We both know which of those two explanations is more likely.
“And he certainly had plans for her. All her clothes were designer, and she’d upgraded her apartment to a place that was way beyond the means of an average student.
Except she wasn’t a student anymore. She’d flunked out of college.
We argued, but there was no getting through to her. ”
“Did you ever meet Ilya?”
“No, she made sure of that. But when I returned home, I got in touch with Strider,” I say as I retrieve my flashlight.
“He helped me piece together the life Ilya was drawing Blake into. I wanted to shake some sense into my little sister, but I knew if I pushed too hard, she’d stop speaking to me.
We talked regularly, and I really thought I was getting through to her.
Ilya was pressuring her into doing things she didn’t want to do, but Blake wouldn’t tell me exactly what. ”
The beam of my flashlight trails over the ground until I find the holster Reid discarded. He doesn’t even attempt to get to it first. I pick it up and continue talking.
“One day, Blake broke down and admitted she’d had enough.
We made plans to bring her home to Boston.
I even bought her an airline ticket, but in our last call, she said she’d changed her mind.
” I blink away tears. I hate thinking back to that argument.
“She accused me of brainwashing her and that’s when I lost it.
We both said some hurtful, horrible things. And I haven’t heard from her since.”
“Quinn,” Reid says. I don’t like the sympathy dripping from his lips. “You know Ilya’s never going to tell you where she is, right?”
“It’s OK. I’m not exactly going to ask him.” Reid simply tilts his head in question. “Strider gave me a tracker. I’ll follow where he goes, and find her that way.”
Reid heaves a sigh as he takes his earpiece from his pocket and fits it back into his ear.
“Ilya’s men regularly check for transmitters.
I could ask Mace to see if there’s an alternative way of tracking him, but that would still require you getting close to him.
And as I mentioned, that’s not going to happen,” he says.
He holds out his hand for his holster. “I promise we’ll find another way, Quinn. What’s your sister’s full name?”
I give Reid the gun, but he’s not getting our last name. “You’ve taken enough from me for one night. I’m leaving now.”
“Quinn.”
I’ve already turned in the direction of the house. I need to be as far removed as possible from this situation. It’s better if I forget everything that happened tonight. I did not kill a man, and I definitely didn’t share orgasms with Reid.
When a strong hand grips my arm and spins me around, I want to cry. “Don’t.”
Reid cups my face and his mouth swallows my sob. Or maybe his own.
“If I have to let you go,” he says. “At least give me a way of contacting you. Please. You’re not doing this on your own.”
His promise breaks me in ways I didn’t think possible. He isn’t demanding I give him what he wants. He’s giving me what I need, and I know it’s killing him.
I hold out my hand. “Let me have your phone.”
After tapping in the number of my burner, I pass it back. He keeps hold of my hand. “Here, you’ll need this.”
He places his Glock in my palm and presses my fingers around it. “Only to be used on the bad guys,” he reminds me.
I narrow my eyes. “And which are you again?”
“I’m not just a good one. I’m the fucking best,” he says with a smirk that I know is hard fought for.
I lean in for a final kiss. It’s soft and tender, and almost too tempting. I’m smiling as I walk away. If that’s our last kiss, it’s a good one.