Chapter 20
LEXIE
We sit in silence while we eat for a few minutes before I get the courage to start asking him questions, “Tell me about yourself.”
He stops mid chew and raises an eyebrow, his dermal glistening on his cheek in the lamplight. “Uh, what do you want to know?”
I take a sip of my water and shrug, “Everything.”
He smirks and takes a sip of his drink, “I’m an only child.
My parents both died when I was ten. My grandparents raised me.
They are assholes, by the way.” He takes a bite of his burger chews, swallows, then continues.
“I went to boarding school so they didn’t have to deal with me.
They still send me a check every month that I put in savings so I can open my own tattoo shop when I get done with college. ”
“You can tattoo?” I ask excitedly.
He smirks, “Yeah. I have my own setup in the back of Blackstone Ink as of a few months ago. I only work on weekends though, so I can focus on school.”
I finish off my fries and collect the trash to put in the takeout bag. “I’ve always wanted to tattoo someone, but I suck at drawing and not sure I could stick a needle in someone’s skin.”
“I’d let you practice on me.” He says and I whip my head towards him.
“Why?” I laugh.
He shrugs, “Why not?”
I raise my brows, “Uh, because it’s permanent and I just told you I’m not a good artist. I’m actually awful.”
“I can make you a stencil. It’ll be fine.” He brushes me off and collects the rest of his trash.
I just shake my head and say, “You’re insane.”
“I’ve been called worse.” He smirks, then continues, “Tell me about you now.”
I tilt my head and squint my eyes at him playfully, “Don’t stalkers already know everything about their prey?”
He chuckles, “You got me there.”
I follow him into the bedroom and ask, “Uh, what side do you usually sleep on.”
“The middle. So, it doesn’t matter what side you sleep on.” I watch as he pulls the black band shirt over his head, displaying the dark ink all over his body.
He drops his pants, revealing his black boxer briefs, before throwing his clothes in the hamper by the dresser before pulling the sheets back.
Looking up at me he says, “Don’t worry, they are clean. I haven’t even slept in them yet and my feet are clean.” He points down at his socks making me giggle.
“I wasn’t going to question anything, but thank you.” I walk to the opposite side of the bed and glance over at him as he plugs his phone in. He is fucking ripped. Like not huge, but you can definitely tell he spends time in the gym.
I try not to glance down at his bulge, but I can’t help it. It’s fucking massive, like he has a baby anaconda shoved in his briefs. Ain’t no way in hell that would fit in me. I shake my head to myself before I look back up at him and he’s staring at me.
Fuck. My face heats as I try to nonchalantly act like I didn’t just get caught gawking at his penis, by sitting on the bed and slipping my slippers off and laying down, pulling the covers over me.
He flips off the light and crawls into bed, pulling me into him. My head rests against his chest and he reaches to grab my hand before placing it over his now hard cock. “Holy shit.” I breathe out.
His breathing starts to slow as I trace my fingers over his large length. “Reed, this is uh…” I try to make a complete sentence, but I’m at a loss for words.
He doesn’t say anything as he lifts my hand and pushes it under the band of his boxers, so now my hand is touching it bare. He works my hand up and down his shaft, spreading the precum each time we get to the tip. My pussy tingles at the sight of it.
Reed briefly lets go of my hand and removes his arm from under my head. Shifting onto his elbow with one arm towards me, he reaches over with the other hand and yanks down the sweatpants to my knees, revealing my bare pussy.
“Reed, I’m… tha-” he cuts me off with a kiss to my lips. His tongue penetrates my mouth briefly before he pulls back.
“It’s okay. I know you’re not ready for me to fuck you, but we can still make each other feel good.”
Fuck. Why is he so hot and charming?
I bite my bottom lip and nod my head before wrapping my hand back around his cock and stroking.
“Fuccckkk.” He drawls out as he runs his fingers through my slick center.
He teases my entrance with his fingers, but doesn’t push them on me. Collecting my arousal, he rubs circles around my clit while I stroke his cock.
“You’re soaked, Honeybee .” He continues teasing me and my hips buck for more.
He stops and yanks the sweats off before climbing on top of me making my legs fall open for him.
His thick cock laying across my pubic area and his forearm resting above my head.
His silver chain gently brushing under my chin then gliding down my throat and resting in the middle of my collar bone as he kisses me.
I run my hands up and down his toned chest.
The metal of his tongue ring massages my tongue as I wrap my legs around him. I moan into his mouth and he wraps his hand around the bun in my hair latching on tight, as if I would run away, making me moan again.
It hurts so fucking good.
His other hand snakes up under my shirt to tug at my nipple. He pinches, then tugs again before soothing it with his thumb.
He kisses down the column of my neck, before lifting my shirt and sucking on each nipple. I let out a gasp when he bites down on my breast, hard. Fuck, that’s going to leave another mark.
Letting my hair go he continues to kiss down my body. He bites down right above my clit making me squirm under his hold, “Fuck, Reed.”
Looking up at me with those gorgeous green eyes that I love so much he smirks before lapping at my pussy.
I feel like I’m on the cusp of an orgasm when he abruptly stops, making me wine from the loss of contact.
Stroking his cock, he rubs the tip of it through my wet center causing me to hold my breath. He must see the panic in my eyes, “Do you trust me?” He whispers.
I lick my lips and lightly nod, because I do trust him. For whatever fucked up reason.
He notches his cock at my entrance and I start to let out heavy breaths.
He pushes lightly, but doesn’t thrust into me.
Collecting my arousal that’s dripping, he strokes his cock while still notched at my entrance, then removes it and slaps my sensitive pussy, once, twice then three times before my whole body racks with an intense orgasm.
As I’m coming down from my high, I watch as he continues to stroke his thick cock a few more times before hot ropes of cum plaster my pussy.
“Oh my god.” I breathe out and look up at him. Sweat glistens over his forehead and chest.
He smirks, “Such a fucking masterpiece.”
Taking a thumb he rubs his release into my folds and skin, as if it’s lotion.
He licks his lips then whispers, “Be right back.” before disappearing into the bathroom.
After he cleans us both up, he turns the fan on and I cuddle up under his arm.
He kisses my head, “Get some sleep, Honeybee.”