Chapter 36 #2
With a steady hand in the middle of my chest, he slowly eases me down.
As I fall back on the counter, my legs spread wide like his personal feast, and he wastes no time, diving down.
He licks a path up my entire pussy until he reaches my clit.
My back bows off the counter, but he doesn’t seem to care as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
His tongue flicks over it in a punishing rhythm. There’s no build up. No slow burn.
Not as he looks up at me from between my thighs, blue eyes shining with his declaration, and sends me into the abyss. My orgasm barrels down my spine without warning, taking me by storm. Incoherent words spill from my lips as my fingers fight for purchase against the smooth surface.
The only thing tethering me to this moment is his mouth, working me through it. He laps up every bit of my release, not stopping even when I’m a shaking mess.
“I can’t—too much!” I cry. My thighs squeeze his head which finally seems to rouse him, because he pulls back with a satisfied smirk. I playfully push him away with my foot.
He slowly removes it before standing up. Then, before I can blink, his hand is flying through the air and slapping down right on my still pulsing core.
White-hot pain and pleasure shoot through me in a mind-numbing burst. “Fuck!” The words echo off the walls as I twist, riding out a second impossible wave.
“I tell you when it’s too much.” His words cut through the haze like a hot knife through butter, settling into my bones. “And I haven’t even started yet.”
My tongue is leaden in my mouth, unable to say anything back.
So I simply nod and open my legs, ready, waiting, as he makes quick work of shucking off his pants.
His hard cock springs forward, a bead of precum sitting at the tip.
I swipe it with my thumb and bring it to my lips.
Locking my eyes on his, I lick it clean.
He fists my hair, craning my neck back. “Who’s this dirty fucking girl?”
“Your girl,” I rasp.
“Damn straight.” He pulls my hips to the edge of the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist as he lines up his cock. He taps it against my clit a few times, causing me to shudder. It makes him smile.
Then in one, easy thrust, he slides inside of me. Our eyes stay locked on one another the entire time. Inch by inch he stretches me. My lips parting at the sensation.
It’s so good every fucking time.
His abs flex as he pulls back, leaving just the tip inside, before he slams into me. Hard.
I gasp, hands immediately falling to my sides to brace myself. Each drive of his hips threatens to push me back farther onto the counter and it takes every bit of strength I have to stay in place. The sound of his cock plunging into me, wet from my previous orgasms, makes me blush.
His hand envelopes my throat, fingers creating a necklace around my skin. There’s just a slight pressure behind it. Not enough to affect my breathing, but more so a show of control. Of dominance.
A wicked smile curves his lips, and I give him one in return. “You like my hand around your neck? Giving me that power?”
“Yes,” I gasp, clamping my hand over top of his to lock him in place.
His pace falters, but only for a moment. Each thrust rocks my entire body. Like he can’t possibly get close enough. He’s hitting so deep at this angle that I’m helpless to do anything but take it and feel the stretch.
I quiver around him, thighs quaking. My eyes fall shut as he shifts slightly, hitting a new spot I’ve never felt.
I cry out.
Stars dot my vision.
With every plunge of his cock driving into me, my clit brushes against him. It still stings in the sweetest way possible from his slap, but that doesn’t stop the pleasure from overtaking me. I feel it at the base of my spine as my muscles begin to lock up, winding tight as another orgasm crests.
“Reid,” I whimper, fingernails cutting into his shoulders. “I—I—”
“I know, baby,” he grits out between his teeth. “I feel it. Feel you squeezing my cock. Give me another one.” He continues his punishing, devastating rhythm.
“Tell me again,” I pant out.
He knows exactly what I’m asking for. His gaze burns into mine, branding his words on my heart. “I love you, Penny.”
It sends me over the edge. I cry out, shaking in his hold, head falling against his chest. He lets go of my neck to grip the back of my head, cradling me to him with such gentleness compared to the savage way he keeps thrusting into me. “That’s it. Come all over me. Let me feel every bit of you.”
A few moments later, he finds his own release, spilling inside of me. I feel every pulse of his cock as he comes, causing my toes to curl in pleasure. “I like when you do that.”
“Do what?” he asks through ragged breaths.
“Finish inside of me. I like the feeling of it.” To emphasize my point, I squeeze my pussy around him.
He jolts, fingers pulling my hair. “Don’t tell me that, or I’m never going to stop.”
I snuggle into his chest, his arms wrapping around me. “Good.” I hope he never does.
We stay like that for a bit, both catching our breath. When he pulls out, his release drips from me. He quickly grabs a cloth and cleans me up, before he scoops me into his arms. Before I know it, he lays me down on the couch before sitting on the end by my feet.
“That must’ve been some retreat,” I tease. The cushions cradle my body while Reid pulls my legs into his lap.
He lets his head fall back against the sofa. “What can I say? I’ve always been a strong performer.”
I giggle, nudging him with my toes. “There’s that arrogance I’m used to. I thought you might’ve had some body double switch out with you with all these declarations and zen attitude you have.”
He barks out a laugh. “Not a chance. And don’t expect it to last. I still plan on aggravating you every day.”
“Oh thank God.”
He squeezes my feet. “But yes, it went…good. I think we’re gonna make it.” The inflection of his tone, the light air around him, I believe it. Seeing him like this, with a newfound peace and excitement for his future…it causes my head to spin. To think about what I’ve been avoiding.
The number I never blocked but finally stopped calling. I’ve been trying to ignore the fact that my mother is within reach. Convincing myself I didn’t need to know. Didn’t need to hear her side of things.
But seeing Reid freed of the weight he’s been carrying with his friends, it’s made my own feelings that much heavier.
He frowns, seeing the tension on my face. “What’s wrong?”
“I—think I want to call her.”