Chapter 12
Reece
Her cunt’s still fluttering from the aftershocks, but her face tells a different story. Cheeks flushed, mouth parted, eyes wide like she doesn’t know what the fuck just hit her.
Good. She shouldn’t, because that wasn’t forgettable. I was getting high off her pussy like it was the first hit of something I knew would ruin me.
I’ve never done that before. Never buried my face between a girl’s thighs and let her ride until she climaxed.
But Red?
Fuck. I wanted to.
The moment I saw that pretty pussy begging for attention, I lost all control I had been pretending to hold.
And now she’s lying there trembling, fists clenched in the sheets as if she’s afraid to let go, trying to remember how to breathe. But her face gives her away.
She’s embarrassed. Ashamed. Probably thinking she was too loud, too needy, too fucking raw.
That’s the part that really pisses me off because there’s nothing wrong with the way she came or the way she gave that to me.
She’s fucking beautiful. That pussy, those sounds.
I kiss my way up her thighs, dragging my lips across her stomach while I feel her eyes on me. She’s tense, caught between losing herself in the pleasure and wishing she hadn’t.
I stay silent until I’m level with her again. My thumb brushes the damp edge of her jaw as I rest my forehead against hers.
“You’re beautiful, Red, you know that?” My voice lowers now, less cocky.
Her eyes flutter shut, and I press my mouth to hers, slow at first, the kind of kiss that makes you forget how to breathe. My heart races in my chest.
“Are you scared, Red?” I ask, voice low, hoarse from everything I’m holding back.
Her hands slip into my hair, nails brushing my scalp as she pulls me closer. “I’m fucking terrified,” she whispers, then kisses me as if she’s not.
It’s not sweet. It’s pure chaos. Tongues clash, teeth catch, lips bruise. The kiss that tastes like lust, pain, and every unspoken thing between us. She doesn’t pull away. She kisses me as if she’s trying to win something.
I match her heat, that raw edge behind it, grinding against her as I take her mouth. My cock’s straining, demanding friction. I need her. Need to be inside her.
“Keep making that fucking sexy sound,” I groan against her lips, breathless as she moans into the kiss. That desperate, needy whimper makes my hips jerk forward.
Her fingers move to my jeans, fumbling with the button, and I lose whatever patience I was pretending to have. I grab her wrist, stopping her. Her pupils are dilated, her lips are swollen, her cheeks are flushed, and for a moment she hesitates.
“You made me come,” she says, her voice a little shaky. “Now it’s your turn.” Then, more softly and uncertain, she adds, “If you want.”
What the fuck kind of question is that?
My mouth drops to her throat. I nip at her skin, leaving a mark. “You think I don’t want to bury my cock in you after that? You think I didn’t nearly come in my jeans watching you lose it on my mouth?”
I move up onto the bed, slow and careful, keeping my damn mouth shut for once because this isn’t about me.
It’s about her. About the way her eyes flicker with nerves and want, about the way her body still trembles from what I did to her.
I give her space to decide what happens next.
She doesn’t need me pushing, doesn’t need me running my mouth like I always do.
She needs to know she can call the shots.
I lean against the headboard, watching her closely but not too intensely.
I don’t want her to think this is something I expect.
Damn, I don’t even know if she’s done this before.
She doesn’t act like a girl who’s been passed around, and I’ve never seen her with anyone who looked like they knew what to do with her body.
Only those geeky guys who stumble through every sentence when she looks their way.
I don’t think any of them would have the balls to try.
I’ve seen how they eye-fuck her when they think no one’s watching.
I’ve also seen how she never gives them an inch.
And maybe I should have kept my distance. But I didn’t. I’ve watched too much. Thought too much. Wanted too much.
Now she’s here, and I’m really trying not to ruin this moment.
Her fingers brush my knee as she crawls up beside me. I stay still, let her take the lead, set the pace. Her breathing is shaky. Her eyes flick down to where my cock strains beneath my jeans, then back to my face. She’s nervous.
I reach up and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” I murmur.
Her lips part, but no words come out at first. Then she swallows and says, “I want to. I just… I don’t know how far I want to go yet.”
“That’s fine, Red,” I say. “We’ll go as far as you want. No more.”
She leans in again, and her kiss is slower this time—less frantic, more focused.
Like she’s decided. When she pulls back, I can’t stop watching her.
My pulse thunders in my ears as she reaches down, fingers brushing my stomach, then lower.
She pops the button on my jeans and eases the zipper down, the sound too loud in the quiet room.
My body goes still.
Her hand slips inside, and my throat tightens like a damn vice the second her fingers brush against my cock. My hips jerk instinctively, and I bite back a groan. She wraps her hand around me, curious, careful, but there’s nothing gentle about the effect it has on me.
She pulls me out, but all I see is her—the way she looks at my cock.
She says nothing.
She simply stares.
I don’t know what the fuck she’s thinking. My stomach knots up. Is she overwhelmed? Scared? Turned off? My chest aches, and I almost say something, but then her fingers drift down the underside of my cock and—
“Fuck,” I grit out, a hiss dragging through my teeth as my head hits the pillow behind me.
Her touch is featherlight, tracing the vein with the tip of her finger. It is not even pressure, only exploration. But it undoes me.
She looks up at me, lips glistening, eyes wide and dark with heat. But there’s also a smugness there—a flicker of pride. She enjoys this. The way I’m falling apart for her, how I can barely breathe when her hand slides down my cock.
The air thickens, heavy with desire and her scent. She shifts closer, lowers her head again. Her tongue flicks out, tasting me. Before she wraps her mouth around the head and sucks me down hard and fast. Too fast.
She chokes on it.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, grabbing her shoulders. Her mouth slips free with a wet sound, and she coughs once, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
Her eyes flick up to mine, embarrassed.
“I’m sorry,” she says quickly. “I thought… that’s what guys like.”
That’s the moment it all clicks.
When I fucking know.
She has never tried this before.
I sense it. The apology in her voice. That uncertainty in her touch. The way she tried too hard, as if she was mimicking something she saw, not something she’s ever done.
Sam is a virgin.
I trace the edge of her jaw with my thumb, slow and steady, grounding her. “Just do what you were doing. But softer. Slower.” My voice is rough, coaxing, not commanding, and yet still lined with authority she clearly responds to.
Her breath trembles, but she nods, biting her lip as she looks down at me. Her hand shakes just slightly as she wraps it around the base of my cock again, fingers tentative but eager.
“Kiss it,” I tell her, my tone dropping lower. “Right on the tip.”
She leans in and does just that, pressing her mouth to the shiny crown. My abs tighten at the contact. Her lips are soft, uncertain, but the effect is immediate.
“More,” I rasp, my voice catching on the heat curling low in my spine. “Kiss it the way I kissed your pretty little cunt earlier.”
Her cheeks flush, but she obeys.
She opens her mouth and licks slowly across the tip, slow this time, letting her tongue swirl around the head with the lightest pressure. The kind that fucking wrecks me. A small drop of pre-cum glistens, and she laps it up, her tongue flicking out again to taste me.
A soft sound escapes my throat. I give myself a slow stroke, guiding her through it.
“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice ragged.
I gently press my hand at the back of her head and guide her forward, enough for her to take the head into her mouth. Her lips stretch around it, tentative but willing.
“That’s it,” I grunt. “Give me more of that tongue.”
She hums against me, swirling her tongue as if she’s trying to memorize the shape of me.
And fuck, if she keeps doing that, I won’t last long. Not when I’m showing her exactly how I like it.
“Fuck,” I groan, head dropping back for half a second. It’s like I’ve gone to cock heaven.
Her mouth’s so wet and tight, lips stretched wide around me. I pull back with a grunt, almost all the way out. The sight of her, on her knees, eyes glassy, lips slick with saliva and me.
Christ.
“Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now, Red?”
She pulls away, but I thrust into her mouth.
My body coils tightly. My control begins to unravel.
“Christ, I want to fuck your perfect face,” I grit out, jaw clenching. “You’d let me, wouldn’t you?”
She doesn’t respond. Instead, she just looks up at me with those wide, innocent eyes as her mouth moves around my cock—lips slick, tongue teasing.
And that look… damn, that look nearly destroys me completely.
She likes this. Watching me lose control.
A feral sound tears out of my throat as I reach down and twist her hair around my fist, pulling it tight. The messier she gets, the more fucking perfect she looks.
“Hold still,” I growl, voice breaking. “Let me use that mouth.”
Her lashes flutter. She follows my commands.
That’s the only warning I give her before I slam my free hand against the wall behind her and fuck into her mouth like I own it.
Hard.
Relentless.