Chapter 30 #2
He still doesn’t slow down, doesn’t bother to turn on the lights.
He reaches the king-sized bed in the center of the room in two strides and drops us down onto the dark sheets.
We hit the mattress together, the impact soft but solid.
A puff of air escapes me, but it doesn’t get far before Reese swallows it up, his mouth on mine again.
I hear the sound of two thuds on the floor, and I realize he’s kicked off his shoes. I do the same, then wrap my legs around him again. When he grinds his hips down on mine, making me feel how hard he is, I swear I see fucking stars.
“Fuck, Reese,” I moan through panting breaths. “Clothes off. All of them. Now.”
The only response I receive right away is his teeth once more sinking into the side of my neck. I wonder how many marks I’m going to have after tonight, and the thought makes me even fucking harder.
As he sucks on my throat and continues grinding his cock against mine through the layers of our clothes, I get too damn impatient and tug his shirt out of the waistband of his slacks so I can slip my hands beneath the hem.
The contact of my palms against the smooth, warm skin of his back is electric.
Not technically. I’m not doing anything like that, but just that simple touch has me realizing one heart-stopping truth.
I must stop breathing entirely because Reese pulls back, hovering over me with his brows creased with concern.
“Are you okay?”
“I…I uh…” I slide my hands slowly across the small of his back and let my eyes flutter shut at the sensation. “This is the first time I’ve ever touched you like this.”
When I open my eyes again, I see him bathed in the faint glow of the moon that shines in through the window. He looks at me with a sad smile, one that I think says he’s going to make it all okay.
“Touch me all you want, Cason. I’m yours.”
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
Fuck, I might cry.
Not necessarily because of those words because…duh, of course he’s mine. We’ve already fucking established that. But it’s still the feeling of his skin against mine and now the permission to touch him even more.
I cling to him tighter, my fingertips digging into his skin. “Fuck me, Reese. Please. I’ve waited long enough.”
It’s as if that sad smile from before never existed, a wicked smirk completely taking its place. “Then it won’t kill you to wait a little longer, will it?”
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” I throw my head back against the soft pillow and whine. “Why am I not surprised?”
Gently, Reese removes my glasses from my face and sets them on his nightstand, then he sits back on his heels, his gaze never leaving mine as he unbuttons his shirt.
He does so torturously slowly, teasing the fuck out of me.
I think my mouth starts to water. And then when he shrugs the shirt off and tosses it away…
My brain short-circuits.
I think that’s literally what happens because white-hot sparks flicker and dance over my arms and hands.
But I can’t help it. He’s fucking glorious.
He’s lean instead of bulky, but there’s clear muscle there beneath his soft, olive skin.
His abs are well-defined just enough to look like they may have been carved out of stone, a light dusting of hair leaving a trail that disappears into his slacks.
The sleeve of tattoos on his left arm goes all the way up to his shoulder and disappears behind his back.
Reese grins when those sparks coming from my skin flick into the air like embers. “Getting a little too excited?”
I glare up at him. “Stop teasing me, or I might accidentally electrocute you.”
He chuckles as he places his hands on my stomach and moves them up, his touch steadily growing rougher, harsher, as his palms travel up to my chest. Then he takes both my nipples between his thumbs and fingers and pinches hard enough to have me cry out and my back arch off the bed.
“Are you going to behave, little menace?”
Panting, I scowl up at him again. “Fuck no. When have I ever done that?”
“Good,” he says softly as his hands move back down. “Wouldn’t want you any other way.”
When he reaches the top of my jeans, he pops the button.
Immediately after, the shadows that have been lingering in the dark corners of the room rush forward, sweeping up toward the bed.
Reese snaps his head to the side and growls like a fucking beast. They freeze in place as though they’re simply part of the darkness.
Okay, so…that was wild.
And was that possessiveness? Because I’m fucking here for it.
“Um,” I mutter, trying to search for the right words for my question. “Aren’t they like…a part of you?”
“Yes. But it’s a little more difficult to control them when they want something badly enough. And right now, they want something more than they’ve ever wanted anything.”
Is this what swooning feels like?
Stop being fucking lame, Case.
“So let them have it,” I say breathlessly.
Reese’s brows dip. As though he needs time to consider, he yanks my jeans and underwear down until my dick springs free.
It comes to rest against my belly, already leaking precum.
For several seconds, Reese simply stares at it as his shadows twitch like they’re dying to move.
Then his eyes darken, and he maneuvers us so he’s able to pull all my clothes off and toss them away.
As soon as I’m naked, he moves over me again. He’s still wearing his slacks, and when he settles between my legs, holding himself up with his hands on either side of my head, and grinds down on me once more, the friction of the fabric has a moan slipping out of me.
Reese waits until my gaze finds his again, then he says, “I thought you didn’t want them.”
“It’s not that I didn’t want them,” I tell him honestly. “It’s that I wanted you. I wanted you to touch me, and I wanted to touch you too.”
Something passes over his face, but I’m too busy trying to figure out how to explain my complicated feelings in words to translate it.
“I hated the distance between us and that feeling they gave me, which was really only making what I was already feeling worse.” I wrap my legs around him again, my hands once more splayed across his back just to feel the touch of his skin.
“But if I have you like this, in the way I really want you, then maybe I won’t feel like that. ”
He’s silent for a while, his eyes locked on mine long enough that I’m able to recognize what it is that’s deep within them. Guilt.
My guess is confirmed when he says, “I’m so sorry, Cason.”
I give him a small smile that slowly morphs into something closer to a smirk. “It wasn’t that bad, but…” Thrusting up against him, I add, “You could always earn my forgiveness.”
“Is that so?” He grins and briefly glances over at the shadows still lying in wait. “Do you want them to earn your forgiveness too?”
I don’t have to consider it too hard because just remembering how it felt to have all their hands on me makes my cock harden more beneath him. The second I nod my head eagerly, they take that as their signal to strike.
Reese moves at the same time. As the shadows reach me and brush against my arms with ghostly fingers, he dips his head down to kiss another path along my throat, making the occasional stop to bite and suck.
He does the same across my chest, marking me more and more.
While he moves lower, his mouth traveling down my stomach, his shadows take his place, pinching and rolling my nipples until I’m panting worse than before.
Just before Reese’s mouth reaches my cock, shadows wrap around my left wrist, pulling it up and over my head, holding me there while they leave my other arm free.
Reese peers up at me from down my body. “One arm tied to my bed, the other free to touch me.”
It’s like he’s literal perfection.
I nod appreciatively, words lost to me.
He holds my gaze as he takes my length in his hand and gives it a stroke that has precum beading at the tip and my eyes threatening to roll back in my head. But I force them to stay on him.
“I’ve never done this before.” He doesn’t say it with much vulnerability, more so stating a fact. “I may not be very good.”
When I realize what he means, I swallow and shake my head. “Impossible.”
He’s literal perfection.
He gives me a feral grin before he uses his tongue to sweep up my precum, making me whimper as he tastes it. Then he tongues my slit, like he wants inside as badly as his shadows did the other day, like he could find more precum to lick up.
I writhe on the bed as he keeps going, shadows still playing with my nipples.
I don’t know how I’m going to survive this. It’s already so fucking much.
“Reese,” I whine.
He doesn’t make me beg more than that, wrapping his lips around my cock and sucking me down. And now my eyes roll into the back of my head because…fucking fuck. I’ve never felt something this good before. I mean, I’ve had blowjobs, sure. But Reese’s mouth? No, there will never be anything better.
Taking my balls in one hand, he rolls them in his palm while his other hand strokes me in a perfectly synced rhythm with his mouth moving up and down my shaft.
Meanwhile, his shadows continue their assault on my nipples while more of them wrap around my throat, applying pressure but not cutting off my air.
Fuuuck. I had no idea the human body could feel this good.
Whatever was causing the shadows to make me feel so awful during our last encounter isn’t the case right now. There’s something there that’s a little uncomfortable and bleak, but it has absolutely no power over me in this moment.
I vaguely register hearing a noise come from somewhere beside my head. My brain can’t really make sense of it, so I ignore it.
Less than a minute later, Reese pushes my legs open a little wider, and something cool and wet presses against my hole. Instinct has me jerking my hips, bucking up so quickly that Reese gags around my cock.
Okay, so that was fucking satisfying.