Chapter 22
Aspen
We’re a flurry of rushed hands and stumbling feet once we get to Reid’s house.
I don’t even have time to marvel at the size of it, the beauty of it, as he grabs the backs of my thighs and hoists me up.
I tangle my arms around his neck while he walks us upstairs.
My mouth fuses to his the entire way, and I’m too lightheaded with desire to worry about the fact that he can’t see where he’s going.
But he doesn’t falter.
We get to his bedroom, or what I assume is his bedroom, and he tosses me onto his bed.
I squeal, landing with a soft thud, and splay my arms out against the cool comforter beneath me.
It’s a stark contrast to my heated skin.
I quickly take stock of the room. Simple white bedding, neutral wall decor, no decorative pillows. Clean, simple…boring.
So unlike the man standing in front of me. Reid looks massive as I lie in front of him, like a sacrifice on his altar. With slow, deliberate movements, he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side. The muscles on his chest and abdomen ripple beneath the black ink of his tattoos.
I’ve never gotten a close enough look at them, but the most eye-catching one is a flame-encrusted bird stretching its wings beneath his pecs in the center of his chest.
It’s beautiful and intricate, almost sad and ferocious looking at the same time.
Kind of like him.
“You like the view?” His voice grates over my skin like the stubble on his chin.
My heart is in my throat, so I simply nod. Yes, I could stare at him all fucking day. At the strong lines of his body, the callouses on his hands, the richness of the brown of his hair.
He smirks, just the left corner of his mouth rising up, as he flicks open his belt. His pants join his shirt on the floor, and the outline of his cock straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs has my mouth watering.
God, it looks huge.
I’m not sure if he’s deliberately moving slowly or if I’m just seeing things in slow motion, but he crawls up the bed, body hovering over my own, not breaking eye contact with me the whole way.
My core clenches around nothing and I brush my thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache between them.
Words sit at the tip of my tongue, but I swallow them as he slowly kisses his way across my collarbone. I should say something. Should stop him for a moment to warn him.
But every nerve in my body tunes into every place he presses his lips, and I don’t want this to stop. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. The need to feel him, to have his touch on me anywhere and everywhere.
I need it more than I need the air drawn into my lungs on a shaky breath as he pushes up the hem of my dress to trail kisses from my stomach to the waistband of my underwear.
I grip the covers in tight fists. It’s almost impossible to lay still. My hips want to move, my fingers want to dig into his hair, my legs want to wrap around his waist and pull him close.
But Reid is taking the lead and I’m helpless to follow.
His mouth settles over my center, still covered by my underwear, and I gasp. My head shoots off the bed to watch him. His breath is hot and tongue insistent against the damned lace.
Take them off, I chant in my head.
As if he can read my mind, his fingers hook into the waistband. With one easy tug, they join the rest of his clothes on the floor.
Cool air hits my exposed center. Realization slams into me that I’m half naked, exposed like I’ve never been before, with Reid staring at my most intimate area.
My heart races like it’s going to beat right out of my chest any second now.
Reid kisses a long trail up my leg, from ankle to inner thigh. Anticipation grows with each inch he gains and the breath stutters in my lungs.
“How long has it been since a man’s gone down on you?” he asks, settling himself between my thighs. His words send another tremor through my body. Wrapping one arm around each leg to spread me open to him, he looks up to meet my eyes. I stare back even as my cheeks heat and chest heaves.
“Answer me.” He blows a cold breath between my legs, teasing, taunting, but not going any further. My thighs press against his shoulders, trying to close to get a bit of relief on my own.
He smirks at me as if to say, not a chance.
“Going to make me wait all night? Haven’t you realized yet, Penny? I’m never the first one to back down.”
I whimper as he gently grazes his fingers around the outside of my legs, making a tortuous path to the inside of my thighs, getting close to what I want, but never enough.
“Never,” I finally whisper and let my head fall back against the pillow.
“C’mon now,” he teases, leaning in close enough to inhale deeply and brush his stubbly cheek to my inner thigh.
It sends shockwaves through my core. “Just use your words, answer my question, and I’ll stop this torture for both of us.
” He shifts his hips, digging into the mattress, and I can picture his hard cock aching for relief just as badly as I am. The thought makes my mouth go dry.
Fuck. I don’t want to say it again, but I need relief soon. “I already answered.”
He looks up with hooded eyes. “What?”
“I told you, never. No one’s been down”—I gesture with my hand—“there. Except for you right now. Happy?”
He blinks, as if his brain is having a hard time processing my words through the fog of his own desire. But when he realizes I’m not joking, he puts more weight on his elbows and sits back on his heels.
“Are you being serious right now?”
I prop myself up on my elbows. “Yeah, I-I’m sorry, I should’ve said something earlier. I thought about it, but I—I didn’t want you to stop.”
“You’re a virgin.” Not a question.
I wince, but I’m not embarrassed by it. “My mother was a teen mom and part of a very religious family and community. Having me like she did, unmarried and fifteen…she was shunned. My aunt and uncle tried to pass me off as theirs when she couldn’t take care of me, but you know how that turned out.”
Reid listens intently, his thumbs brushing gentle circles to my thighs.
“I refused to be a teen mom like her, so I waited.” And then by the time I was twenty and had made it, I didn’t have anyone special in my life. I’ve dated here and there but never had something serious enough to get to this point.
When I realize Reid hasn’t said anything, I slam my hands over my eyes and let my head fall back against the pillow again. “God, what a mood killer. I should’ve just told you it’s been awhile.”
He crawls up my body and pulls my hands away, pinning them at my head.
“Never. Never lie to me, especially about something like this. Does this”—he grinds his hips against me—“feel like a mood killer?” He’s hot and hard, cock straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs.
Liquid heat pools in my lower stomach with each brush.
“No,” I say breathlessly.
He smirks down at me. “I’m honored to be the first.”
Breaking out of his hold, I playfully shove his shoulder.
“Well, not tonight. I’m going to take my time with you, so let’s just test the waters, shall we?”
A kernel of disappointment plunks in my stomach. I must not hide it well because Reid grins down at me.
“Don’t worry, I’m still going to eat your pussy until you forget everything including your name, okay? But that’s it for tonight.”
Holy shit. My heartbeat roars in my ears. I’ve never heard something so filthy uttered in my life. It takes me a moment to recover, to shoot back, “So what, are you going to ruin every other man for me?” My smile drops as his eyes lock onto mine.
“You say that like you think there will ever be another man for you. And trust me, there won’t be.”
His dives down and fucking devours me. I gasp in surprise, a choked, pathetic whimpering sound. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
His tongue dips into my entrance before swirling around my clit. He’s not gentle, or slow, or patient with it. His movements are hurried, desperate, ravishing. My head digs into the mattress as my hips buck up to meet his mouth. He pins my waist to the bed, his hold bruising.
Fuck, I hope his fingerprints will be left behind in the morning. Then I’ll have a reminder that this is real; this isn’t some sort of dream.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, needing something to hold onto, as he pulls my clit between his lips. He flicks his tongue over it again and again. Fire burns in my core. The feeling is foreign but feels right at the same time.
“Reid,” I whimper. I can’t help it. Every nerve in my body is tuned into what his mouth is doing to me. My back bows off the bed as he makes steady circles with his tongue.
I slam my eyes shut, stars dotting my vision. It’s too much.
He hums against me, the vibrations mixing in with the swipes of his tongue, causing me to cry out. I’m not sure any of my words are even coherent, but I don’t care.
He prods my entrance with one of his fingers, causing me to stiffen for a moment, and he stops. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, lips glistening.
I resist the urge to shove his face back down. “Don’t stop,” I practically beg.
His eyes spark and without breaking the connection, he dips his head again and licks a long, slow swipe across my core.
“Fuck,” I pant, torn between wanting to wretch my eyes away from his in embarrassment and also never wanting to see anything else. He shoots me a knowing smirk before he dives back in, tongue swirling, finger prodding.
He eases one in slowly. When I don’t stop him, he thrusts it lightly and I roll my hips to meet his movements. It doesn’t hurt at all. It feels incredible, so different from anything I’ve felt before.
Encouraged by my reaction, he slowly adds a second finger. It burns slightly as I stretch to accommodate him, but once he curls them inside of me and hits a spot I never knew existed, I’m done for.