Chapter 24 #2
I take him into my mouth again but keep my hand twisting. My head bobs over his length as I try to take him inch after inch deeper. He’s heavy against my tongue.
My knees twinge and my back starts to get stiff from the position, but when he groans deep in the back of his throat, I don’t care.
His eyes are hooded with lust as I blink up at him through my lashes. A lazy grin forms on his face, and he cups my jaw, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “Keep looking at me. Yeah, just like that.”
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, earning another groan. His head falls back against the tiled wall, hair wet and raining droplets down onto my own. The cords in his neck strain, and if I wasn’t so busy on my knees, I’d be on my tiptoes tracing them with my tongue.
My jaw begins to ache, but I don’t stop. Not as his fingers tangle into my hair and his grunts become deeper. I work to take him farther into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat, making me gag, but I keep going.
“Fuck, Penny.” My nickname on his lips sends a shot straight to my already pounding core. I fist the base of his cock, twisting my hand the way he showed me, and take him to the back of my mouth once more.
His body goes stiff beneath my touch. There’s a burning on my scalp from where his fingers fist my hair but when I look up at him, it fades away. Eyes thrown shut, face twisted in pleasure, jaw clenched trying to keep himself quiet, Reid comes.
It hits the back of my throat and I ease back a bit. The rest coats my tongue, which I swirl around his tip.
“Christ,” he murmurs, thighs shaking. I keep going and his grip tightens on me again. I smirk up at him as I let his cock drop from my mouth. His cum is salty and hot, but I swallow every drop. He watches my throat work with the movement, a satisfied look on his face.
“That’s my girl,” he says softly, fingers now soothing the burn on my scalp from where he pulled my hair.
His praise washes over me like the warm spray against my back. Still holding his cock with one hand, I lick his slit to catch the last bit dripping out. He curses, cock twitching.
“Get up here,” he demands. His hands loop under my arms and he pulls me to my feet. My knees twinge after kneeling on the hard floor, but he supports my weight as he pulls me in for a searing kiss. His tongue dances with mine, uncaring of the fact that I just had him in my mouth.
There’s something so utterly sexy about that.
I place my hands against his chest, his heart racing beneath my palm. It steadies me. His hands drift down toward my ass, kneading the flesh with his strong calloused fingers.
My clit begs for his attention, my core clenching around nothing. I never got the appeal of giving a blowjob before, but seeing Reid come undone at everything I did to him…
It makes me want everything and more with him.
We could take this all the way, and my body is screaming at me too.
But my head puts a halt to it. Reid must feel the shift because instantly his hands move from my ass to my neck, cradling my head with gentleness I didn’t know he was capable of, and kisses me again.
Not a kiss to try to further things, but a sweet one. An understanding one.
I want it to be him.
And it will be.
But there’s still that small part of me that is waiting for him to disappear.
I shut the water off while Reid reaches out for towels. He holds one open for me and I turn around, letting him wrap it around my shoulders. When I turn back around, he’s pulling one around his hips.
We step out of the shower. Reid moves in front of the mirror and runs his fingers through his wet hair.
Droplets cascade down his chest and back, which ripples with his every move.
I pull the towel tighter around me, content by my view.
He side-eyes me, shakes his head with a small smile, and finishes drying off.
I hand him his underwear in exchange for his towel, admiring as the material clings to his muscled thighs and bulge. My mouth waters at the thought that that was just in my mouth only minutes ago.
“Don’t give me that look,” he says, voice low. “It makes me want to rip that towel back off of you and bury my face between your legs.”
My core pounds at his words. “Mmm, maybe later.” I walk back into my room to grab my pajamas. It’s a simple, matching short-and-shirt silk set, the color a light, baby blue. I change quickly, give Macaroni a few pets, and head back into the bathroom as Reid vacates it.
I’d like to at least partially dry my hair but don’t want to run the blowdryer with Marley and Sara sleeping. So instead I towel dry it as much as I can and quickly do my skincare. Reid lounges on the bed in his boxer briefs, careful eyes watching my every move.
He opens his mouth to say something but whatever it was turns into a yelp. “What the fuck!” He pulls his leg up and cradles his foot.
“What happened?”
“The little fucker bit my toe!”
Sure enough, Macaroni sits at the end of the bed, tail snapping, staring at Reid.
I duck my head around the wall of the bathroom so Reid can’t see my laugh. “I’m sorry,” I choke out.
“Yeah, you sure do sound sorry,” he mutters.
I apply chapstick and turn off the light, joining Reid and a still disgruntled Macaroni in bed. I pat his head a few times then give him a kiss good night. Reid peels back the covers for me, like this is something we do every night, and I slip into them as we settle in side by side.
“Do you wanna talk about what happened with Nikolai now?”
He sighs heavily while his fingers fiddle with the top of the sheet. “He had our old manager there tonight.”
“Arun?” Reid mentioned him a few times to me when I asked who he was in some of the pictures he has in his house.
“Yeah. I guess the whole solo thing isn’t doing it for Nikolai, and he wants us to go on some sort of retreat to try to reconnect.” He makes air quotes with his fingers on the last word.
“And you don’t want that?” I ask tentatively. This conversation is at a precipice. Reid could either shut down completely and the conversation is over, or he’ll communicate through it with me.
I’m hoping for the latter but expecting the former.
“I don’t know,” he says bitterly. “What’s done is done. I didn’t meet with Walker to try to get our careers back on track. But that seems to have been a sign to Nik that that’s what I’m working toward.”
I prop an elbow on my pillow so I can look at him. “Did you tell him that?”
“Yes.”
“And what did he say?”
He scrapes his hands down his face. “They asked me to think about it.”
I chew on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from talking. He needs to work this through himself.
“What?” he asks. “I can tell you have something to say.”
I place a hand on his chest and he covers it with one of his own. “It’s not my place. You have to come to this decision on your own.”
“But I want your opinion.” His eyes plead with me, and even though I risk him shutting down, I tell him anyway.
“I think you should do it. I think it’s a good idea.”
A blink is his only response, so I continue.
“I obviously was not around the past ten years to see everything you four have dealt with, but from what you’ve told me, and shown me in the last month trying to reconnect and apologize to Walker, I’d say you want to move past it.
Maybe not have a career together again, but at the very least, salvage your friendships.
And if this is the opportunity to do so, why wouldn’t you take it? ”
His throat bobs with a heavy swallow. “I see what you’re saying,” he says finally.
I perk up. “What was that?”
He rolls his eyes. “You heard me.”
“What I heard was, ‘You’re so right, Aspen. Everything you said makes perfect sense and I’m going to take your advice.’” I giggle as he tosses my hand off his chest.
“That’s definitely not what I said.”
“I think that’s actually word for word what you said.”
He tucks the blanket up higher and stares at the ceiling. “Whatever. I’m going to sleep.”
“Sure you are,” I tease and poke his side before settling onto my own side of the bed.
The moon shines in through the small slits of the blinds. I look at the pattern it creates across my room, not tired yet.
Reid doesn’t seem to be the only one not ready to sleep. He shifts, the entire mattress dipping with his weight. “You need a bigger bed,” he grumbles.
I laugh as he tries to get comfortable. “You’re just a big guy, it’s not my bed’s fault!”
“Well from now on, we’re either sleeping at my place, or I’m buying you a new one.”
I shoot up and glare at him. “Don’t you dare.” I don’t want him spending more money on me than he has already.
“Then all the more reason for you to sleep at my place.”
The orange furball at the foot of the bed, currently shooting daggers at the man in his spot, would beg to differ. Reid notices the attention and Macaroni gives him a long blink.
“Can I help you?” Reid snips at Macaroni, and I hide my grin with the comforter. It’s amusing to watch him talk to him.
Macaroni continues to sit straight up, front paws pressed together, staring at Reid.
“That’s his spot,” I tell him, “and you’re in his way.”
Reid looks at me in exasperation. “I’m in his way?” He points a finger at him. “He’s the one who won’t let my legs stretch out all the way.”
Macaroni is blocking his feet, and I’m not quick enough at hiding my smile this time because Reid notices and instantly pounces.
He tosses the covers off and climbs on top of me, strong fingers tickling my armpits and neck.
I squirm, bucking my hips trying to dislodge him, but it’s fruitless.
My squeal pierces both of our ears, mixing in with his low laugh in the most beautiful melody.
It’s a sound I’d like to listen to forever and ever.