Thirty
Stacy
Better judgment?
Out the window as Reece’s hands catch my hips.
His lips smother mine, his tongue desperate as his teeth gnash at my bottom lip, and I can’t feel anything but him.
The thump of the base vibrates the soles of my feet but at this point, it could be excited energy vibrating my body.
The smell of stale beer dissipates, replaced entirely with the warm smell of Reece’s cologne.
A guttural moan leaves Reece’s chest as his hands slide down my body, catching me at my thighs and hoisting my legs up around his hips. My body feels like it’s on fire as Reece presses into me, goosebumps splaying across my skin as the ache between my legs grows.
I want Reece. I need Reece and I don’t care about the consequences right now.
Against all of my good judgment, I want to have sex with Reece Taylor and I’m damn well going to.
“I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” Reece rasps, moving his lips to my jawline as his nails dig into the backs of my thighs.
I thread my fingers through his hair, my eyes falling shut. “ What are you apologizing for?” I pant.
Before Reece answers, he backs us away from the door and turns us to the right. He sets my ass down on the sink vanity, pressing continuous kisses to my face and neck as he steps in between my thighs, his right arm circling my waist.
“I don’t honestly know,” he admits breathlessly against my skin. “I haven’t slept with Chelsea since summer, since before you. I hate the thought of you thinking even for a second that I want her. That I want anyone else.”
Flames lick at my skin, both from Reece’s touch and his words.
His hands move up to push under my sweater, under my bra, and the feel of his thumbs running over my tight nipples makes me heady.
I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles at the small of his back to pull him closer to me but it isn’t enough.
It won’t be enough until I get all of him.
“Please,” I whimper against Reece’s lips, my hands tugging on his belt buckle.
Reece groans, pinching my nipples. “You’re killing me, angel.”
I want Reece in all the ways there are to want somebody. I want him to cover me entirely, to take up space in my mind, my body, my soul. Getting all of him is all that I care about, my mind clouded only with thoughts of Reece. He’s everywhere. He’s everything.
I start to hastily undo his belt, my fingers trembling as I nip at his lower lip. “I need it,” I tell him desperately, my voice breathy.
Maybe I should be embarrassed that I’m begging. I don’t beg for anything, especially not for sex. But at this point, I’d pray and plead with all the higher powers to get to Reece .
Reece’s hands fall from my chest, catching my wrists and stopping me from loosening his belt any further. “Not tonight, Stace,” he pants.
My brows pull together as I rear back and look up at him. His lips are swollen, his face flushed, his hair disheveled as he holds my hands steady. Did he just say… no?
No?
I’m unfamiliar with the word.
“What do you mean?” I breathe as I lick my lips.
Reece leans in to drop a soft kiss onto my cheek. “I mean, the first time I fuck you isn’t going to be in a dirty bathroom at a Halloween party. You deserve more than that.”
“I don’t want more than that,” I promise him, my fingers moving to grip his green t-shirt desperately.
Reece chuckles, stroking the skin of my thighs. “You’re going to get more than that. Sorry, angel, but you actually mean something to me. I’m going to act like it.”
I huff, my eyebrows bunching together as I try to push him away to hop down off the counter. His hands are at my waist before I can get far, holding me steady on the vanity as he cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I jut my chin up, feeling wound up and full of attitude thanks to some very intense sexual frustration. “If we’re not going to do anything, I’d like to leave the bathroom,” I sniff.
Reece throws me a crooked grin. “I said we’re not having sex. I’m still going to make you come.”
My breath catches in my chest at his response, my body going still. I swallow once, twice, a third time against my dry throat as Reece’s gaze takes me in. The heat in his green eyes makes me shiver, almost like he’s a predator and I’m about to be his next meal.
He taps my thighs. “Spread your legs,” he commands.
“Wh… what are you going—”
“Your legs,” he says again. “Spread them for me, angel.”
I try to steady my breathing as I obey, letting my thighs fall open hesitantly.
Reece nods at me in approval before slowly sinking down to his knees.
My skin feels static when Reece takes my calves and tosses them over his shoulders, looking up at me from the floor.
It’s like he’s worshiping me, worshiping my body in a way no one ever has before.
He marvels up at me like I’m a rare phenomenon, his eyes full of lust and wonder.
“Move your panties to the side,” he demands, turning his head back down to focus between my thighs.
My fingers shake as I do as he says, reaching down between my pleated skirt to slowly pull my black lace thong to the right. Reece sucks in a sharp breath, like I just unveiled the fucking Mona Lisa, before he slowly lifts his right hand to run a finger down my center.
I shiver as he grins up at me. “Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he murmurs before turning his attention back to his finger.
A desperate mix of a whine and a moan leaves my mouth as my hand flies to tangle in his chaotic hair.
My pulse is everywhere in my body, thunderous in my ears as Reece teases me, touching me in a tortuously slow way.
His index finger barely slides inside of me as he kisses up my thigh, brutally leisure kisses that have my heart pounding harder and harder in my chest. He’s nearly made it all the way up my right thigh when I feel the words I’m horrendously embarrassed of rise up in my throat.
“Um, wait just a second,” I rush out, my breathing sporadic. Reece glances up at me with his eyebrows knit together, sitting back on his heels as his hand falls away. “I’ve never… Well, no one’s ever… The thing is, I don’t know—”
“No one’s ever gone down on you before?” he finishes my sentence.
I swallow back the shame I feel rising in my chest and shake my head.
Truthfully, I’m kind of embarrassed about my sex life in general. It hasn’t been ample because it’s never been a priority for me. I’m not a virgin by any means but I’m certainly not as experienced as Reece.
“I’ve only slept with a few people,” I explain. “My high school boyfriend was always worried about getting caught so we never did much foreplay. I’ve hooked up with a few guys since then but I’ve never been comfortable enough with any of them to let them do much to me. I know it’s kind of lame—”
“Why are you explaining yourself to me?” Reece cuts me off, tilting his head to the side.
I gape as I search for an answer. I come up short, realizing that Reece doesn’t care about my sexual history.
He doesn’t care about what I have or haven’t done.
It doesn’t bother him that I haven’t slept with many people, and I have a feeling it wouldn’t bother him if things were the opposite, either.
He cares about me.
“I don’t… I don’t know,” I finally mutter.
Reece presses a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Angel, I don’t care. And I don’t think you’re lame at all. But I want to respect your boundaries. Are you okay with this?”
My mouth feels like cotton as I slowly nod my head.
Reece’s soft grin turns devious, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he places another kiss on my thigh, higher up this time. “Do you trust me?” he asks, peering up from between my legs.
I nod again, more sure this time.
He smirks again, kissing my pelvic bone. “I’ll make you feel so good, sweetheart.”
I don’t have time to respond because Reece’s mouth covers me, sending every rational thought and emotion out of my head.
Holy. Shit . I had no idea that this is what I’ve been missing for so long. Does it always feel this good or is Reece gifted? I hope for women everywhere that it’s not just Reece but the way he’s devouring me like a starved man doesn’t exactly seem universal.
Reece works me with a perfect rhythm, his tongue swiping over my clit in languid strokes and then quick circles.
His left hand is splayed on my stomach as his right hand snakes back up my thigh.
He lays ownership over me with his tongue, staking his claim over and over with every mind-melting lick.
All of my senses are heightened as Reece sucks my clit into his mouth before nibbling slightly.
“Reece,” I whine involuntarily, bucking my hips like they have a mind of their own.
Reece glances up from his knees, groaning against my pussy before letting his thumb replace his tongue and pulling back. “Was I right, baby? Does it feel good?” he croons, that cocky grin on his face.
I nod and garble something incoherent in response as his thumb circles my clit faster. I’m wound so tight, the pressure coiling in my stomach and stealing my words.
Reece gives me a satisfied hum before glancing back down to watch the way his finger is lighting my body on fire. “I can tell. You’re making a mess all over my face, Stace,” he says before leaning back into me.
As soon as his mouth is back on me, I feel that undeniable heat start rising up higher in my gut. It’s such a steady build, like I’m pushing a heavy boulder up a hill. I know I’m going to get to the top and the boulder’s going to fly down the other side and I can’t fucking wait.
“More,” I whimper, tugging wildly at Reece’s hair and digging my heels into his back. “Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”
Reece obeys, his tongue speeding up as he reaches up to slide two fingers inside of me. I’m desperate, breathless, hoping maybe this feeling can last forever as Reece swirls his tongue around my clit with lethal precision, like he knows my body better than I do and knows exactly what I need.
“You taste so good, angel,” Reece murmurs against me before pulling me into his mouth again and curling his fingers in the most dizzying way.
The heat that’s been bubbling up in my core spills over as unintelligible moans and gasps leave my mouth.
I melt beneath Reece’s tongue, the whole world pausing for just a second as an orgasm rips through my body.
My eyes squeeze shut as Reece works me through the euphoria and time seems suspended as I hit an impossibly high peak and slowly fall back down.
I slump back against the mirror and finally open my eyes, my breath coming out in shudders. My thighs shake as Reece stands, a self-satisfied smile spreading across his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Wow. That… wow. That must be… Jesu s Christ.” I try and fail to form a coherent sentence and Reece just chuckles, stepping in between my thigh to press soft kisses all over my face.
“I’ll take your babble as the sincerest form of flattery,” he tells me before cupping my face and giving me a gentle, warm kiss.
And when he pulls back, he doesn’t look like a guy who sleeps around, who has a messy family life, who has unresolved trauma and a turbulent relationship with his brother.
He looks like a guy I just might damn well be falling for.