Chapter 4 #2
His eyes glint with pleasure and he immediately gets back to it, focused now, his tongue working my clit in tight circles.
He slides two fingers inside me, going deep and hitting a spot the makes my mouth drop open wide on a soundless cry.
Then he curls them back toward himself, and that’s all it takes.
The orgasm that’s been just out of reach crashes through me, sudden and overwhelming.
My thighs clamp around his head as I let out long, keening moan, fisting his hair.
He uses his wickedly talented fingers and tongue to work me through it, not slowing down until my muscles start to relax.
Then he presses a tiny, almost chaste kiss to my clit and draws back.
When he stands, he’s grinning, and I’m vaguely embarrassed to see how wet his lips are.
He kisses me deep, and I jerk a little in surprise before melting into it.
I’ve never had a guy go down on me after eating me out before, and it’s so much hotter than I would’ve expected.
I can taste myself on his tongue, and it feels dirty and sexy at the same time.
“How did you do that?” I breathe against his lips. It’s a stupid question in this moment, probably, but it’s all my brain can come up with. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.
He hums into my mouth. “That was nothing. We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”
Oh god.
My hands fumble with his shirt, suddenly desperate to feel his skin.
He helps me the same way I did for him when he was trying to get my dress off, taking the lead as he strips off his shirt and tosses it aside.
My breath catches as I get a glimpse of his bare chest. I’ve imagined this for more years than I’d care to admit, and somehow everything about this man is better than any fantasy.
I run my hands over his chest, his abs, the cut of his hips, taking my time because I might not get another chance.
He watches me grope him, half-smiling, letting me look.
When my gaze drops lower, my heart kicks hard against my ribs.
There’s a massive bulge in the front of his pants, his cock tenting the fabric as it strains to get free.
Breathing a little harder and drawing on the courage that an incredible orgasm can bring, I drop my hand to the front of his pants and palm him through the fabric.
The sound he makes when I squeeze his cock lightly makes me shiver.
“Keep doing that and I’m not going to last,” he warns, thrusting into my touch as if he can’t stop himself.
I arch a brow at him. “Oh, you can tease me, but I can’t tease you?”
His grin widens. “Brat.”
Despite his words, it doesn’t seem like he minds anything I’m doing one bit.
That bolsters my confidence even more, and I work his belt open while he digs his wallet out of his back pocket and fishes out a condom.
His pants drop low on his hips, and my pussy clenches as I draw his cock out and get my hand around him properly.
He’s big, his shaft thick and hot against my palm, and his eyelids go heavy when I stroke him.
Gripping my knees, he spreads my legs wider as he steps forward, seeming to take up even more space than his muscled six foot two form should. He tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth, and fuck if that isn’t just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
My mouth goes dry as I watch him roll the condom on, my heart pounding. He nudges between my legs, dragging the head of his cock through my pussy lips, and my hips jerk. I make a sound that’s not quite a whimper and not quite a moan, and Reed’s gaze locks with mine.
“You ready for me?” he asks.
I nod eagerly—probably too eagerly, but I’m a long way past playing this night cool, so I guess it doesn’t matter. And he seems to like my response, judging by the way his pupils widen, darkening his amber-flecked eyes.
He starts to push in slowly, and my breath stills in my lungs. He’s feels even bigger than he looks, both thick and long. Even though he takes his time, working into me inch by inch, it almost feels like he’ll never fit.
“Fuck,” he bites out, pressing a little deeper. “You’re tight.”
My eyes narrow, because I’m not entirely sure that’s the issue here. “You’re big.”
He chuckles at that. “Maybe. But not too big for you. You feel fucking incredible.”
I nod, his words washing over me like warm honey. I have no idea if he’s right, but I want him to be. I want to take all of him, to keep seeing that look on his face—like he’s drunk on me, like this is the best thing he’s ever felt.
He doesn’t rush, and after a while my body starts to get used to the stretch.
I widen my thighs, inviting him deeper, and he nips at my lower lip as he thrusts slowly again.
When he’s all the way in, he pauses with his forehead resting against mine, breathing through it for a few seconds before he starts to move.
He fucks me like a man who knows exactly what he’s doing, sliding in and out with long, deep strokes that have my eyes rolling back.
It’s better than every dirty daydream I’ve ever had. He fills me to the fucking brim, hitting angles I didn’t know existed, and the way he talks while he does it lights me up from the inside out.
“This pussy is fucking perfect,” he rasps, and I can only moan in response as he picks up the pace a little. He keeps murmuring filthy praise in my ear, and my eyelids drift partially closed, my entire body so consumed by pleasure that I almost feel like I’m floating.
But then he says, “Such a good girl. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
My eyes pop open, my pulse skipping. “Um…” I shake my head. “Actually, I—I can’t. I don’t usually come from sex like this. It’s okay, though. It feels really good, and you already got me off.”
He stops moving and pulls back to look at me, his expression almost insulted.
“You don’t usually come from sex?”
“I mean…” I trail off. God, this is embarrassing. Should we have had this conversation before he was inside me? “I can’t finish from just, uh, penetration. It’s more… clit stuff that does it for me. So I don’t really come during sex.”
His brows are still drawn together, and he narrows his eyes. “Okay. That’s not a problem at all. But the fact that you think those two things are mutually exclusive means you haven’t been with the right man yet. Lay back.”
I blink, confused but a bit curious, and do what he says, propping myself up on my elbows. He keeps one hand on my hip and slides the other between us, his thumb finding my clit. He starts to move again, slower this time, working my clit directly with his thumb in time with his thrusts.
“Is that good?”
I nod, staring up at the ceiling as my vision blurs. “Y-yes.”
“Good. Now look down. I want you to see how you deserve to be fucked.”
My heart hammers as I lift my head to look down at the place where we’re connected. It’s filthy and hot, the sight of him sliding in and out of me as he works my clit, and the sight of it sends a jolt of white-hot arousal through me.
“Oh my god,” I breathe.
“Not god. Just the guy who’s gonna make sure you come at least twice tonight. Nah, fuck that. At least five times.”
He picks up the pace as he speaks, his thumb working me harder, and despite what I said about not coming during penetrative sex, pleasure starts to build low inside me again, the combination of the friction on my clit and the fullness in my pussy sending an onslaught of sensations racing through me.
It honestly never occurred to me to ask a guy to do this during sex, and I do feel a little let down by the fact that no one else I’ve been with has ever offered.
Because Reed is definitely going to make me come again.
He keeps up a steady, even pace, but I can tell he’s holding back a little. His jaw is tight, his lips pulled back a little as the muscles in his neck strain, and he’s breathing harder and faster as I start to squirm a little on the countertop.
“There you go,” he encourages, his gaze locked on me, tracking every movement. “You’ve got it. Relax into it. Don’t chase it, just let it come.”
“Okay,” I breathe, nodding and trying to relax. When I do, something strange happens, a fresh rush of pleasure surging through me as I breathe more deeply. Reed nods, his thumb flying over my clit now.
“That’s fucking perfect. You close?”
I nod again, little whimpers and mewls pouring from my lips.
“Good girl.” He presses harder, intensifying the sensation. “Come on, Olivia. Come for me.”
The orgasm hits me like a wrecking ball, crashing through me with a force I’m not prepared for.
I cry out and grab his arms, and he curses under his breath, his rhythm finally breaking.
I don’t know if he meant to come right after me, but I can see the moment it happens.
With a few more hard thrusts, his features contort with pleasure, a low groan filling the kitchen as he buries himself impossibly deep.
His cocks twitches and pulses, and he grunts softly as he fills up the condom.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. He drops his forehead to my shoulder and presses a kiss to the curve of my neck.
“So,” he says against my skin. “Distracted enough yet?”
I huff out a laugh, trying to catch my breath. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Maybe?” He lifts his head to look at me, one brow arching.
Working hard to hold back a grin, I shrug. “I’ve had a lot on my mind. And today was pretty rough.”
His mouth tips into a slow, dangerous smile. “Oh, sweetheart. I can be rough too.”
Butterflies erupt in my stomach at not just his words, but the way his voice dropped as he spoke them. I swallow, and some of the teasing challenge has drained from my voice when I speak.
“Maybe I want it rough.”