Chapter 4 #3
Something shifts in Reed’s expression. I get the feeling he was partially joking, but the look on his face now makes it clear that the joke is over. I feel like I just twisted the dial on a gas burner, turning it from a warming flame to a full-out blaze.
“You want more?” he asks in a low voice. “You want me to fuck you like I really mean it?”
“I…” I blink. “Isn’t that what you just did?”
He laughs low, then pulls out slowly and ties off the condom, dropping it in the trash. A second later, he’s back, hands sliding under my thighs as he hauls me off the counter and into his arms like I weigh nothing.
“Bedroom,” he demands. “Where is it?”
“Down the hall, on the left.”
He carries me down the hall and lays me out on the bed, then stands at the foot of it looking down at me. He’s already getting hard again, his hand wrapping around his thick cock to stroke it slowly, and my heart jackhammers in my chest.
“Do you have another condom?” he asks, his gaze never leaving me. “I only had one in my wallet.”
I gesture at the nightstand with a slightly shaky hand. “Top drawer.”
“Good.” He nods in satisfaction, then climbs onto the bed and settles between my thighs. “Because I’ve got the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on telling me she wants it rough, and we’ve got the whole night ahead of us. I’m not even close to done with you yet, baby.”
As if to emphasize his words, he kisses me, languid and dirty, his tongue slanting against mine as he devours my mouth. My hands roam a bit mindlessly, running over his body as if trying to hang on for dear life. He’s hot and solid above me, and I’m already getting wet again.
When the kiss breaks, he trails his way down my neck and collarbone, lingering at my breasts before working his way back up.
He nips at my ear hard enough to make me yelp softly, then straightens and leans over to grab a condom from the drawer.
He rolls it on, and now that I know what his cock feels like inside me, I find myself aching for the almost overwhelming stretch.
“Spread your legs for me,” he orders. “Show me how much you want it.”
I follow the command, my cheeks flushing at the directness of it.
His eyes drop between us as he lines himself up with my entrance.
He pushes in slowly, but not as slow as he did the first time.
We both know I can take him now, and I get the sense that we’re both more impatient than we were before too.
“Fuck. Even better than the first time,” he groans, mirroring my thoughts.
He starts to move, hooking my legs over his arms so that my ass is barely touching the bed. It shifts the angle, and I gasp as he seems to somehow drive in even deeper.
“Reed, oh my god.”
“Yeah? You feel so good, baby. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”
I have no idea if that’s just something he says when he’s talking dirty to a girl or if he really means it, but it affects me anyway.
I squirm on the bed, shifting my hips to meet his thrusts, chasing the friction and fullness.
What he said is true. We only get one night, and I’m going to take everything he’ll give me.
“Harder!” I gasp out. “Please.”
He pauses and looks down at me. “You sure?”
“Yes. Oh fuck… please, Reed.”
The hunger on his face sharpens. He pulls out, and before I can protest at the sudden emptiness, he’s flipping me over onto my hands and knees.
His hand winds into my hair, gathering it into his fist, and he tugs just enough to make me whimper.
Then he’s pushing back in, and the new sensations from this angle just about wreck me.
He fucks me hard, his other hand holding on to my hip.
“This what you wanted, baby?”
“Uh huh,” I moan, trying to nod even though I can barely move my head with the hold he’s got on my hair.
His palm cracks down on my ass, and I cry out as the sting blooms into heat that goes straight between my legs.
“Fuck!” I practically scream.
“You like that?”
I try to nod again, and the pinch of pain in my scalp only heightens the pleasure roaring through me. He spanks me again, giving me exactly the roughness I was asking for, and I clench hard around him in response, my entire body shaking, my fingers splayed across the bed.
“You’re such a dirty girl.” He chuckles, but he sounds like he’s as close to coming apart as I am. “Who knew? I had no idea, but I fucking love it.”
I can’t get my mouth to work well enough to respond to that, or to tell him that I’ve never been this dirty with anyone else.
No one else has brought it out in me. But something about Reed’s obvious hunger for me, his filthy mouth and the way he doesn’t hold anything back, makes me feel free to not hold back either.
Keeping his hold on my hair, he runs his palm over the spot he spanked, soothing the sting away. Then he drops his hand lower, sliding it around my hip to find my clit. His fingers strum over the little nub, and I drop my face into the pillow.
“Reed… oh my god, please don’t stop. I’m close.”
“I know you are. Come on my cock, baby. Give me number three.”
His fingers are relentless, and I’m coming before I’ve even realized it’s happening.
Holy fuck, I can’t believe how incredible it feels to have a guy work my clit at the same time as he’s inside me, and I have a moment of disappointment for all the years I’ve wasted being too timid to just ask for this.
Then all thoughts are wiped out of my mind by an orgasm that dwarfs the first two.
I’m shaking with it, my arms giving out, my face pressed into the pillow as he keeps fucking me through it.
I expect him to follow, but he doesn’t. He keeps going, pulling me back up by the hair, his thrusts steady.
“Reed, I can’t.” I blink, turning to look at him over my shoulder. “I don’t think I can come again.”
He gives me a look, a smirk curving his lips. “You told me you couldn’t come like this at all, but we’ve already found out that’s not true, haven’t we? So give me one more. You can do it. I know you’ve got it in you.”
He readjusts and slows his pace, dragging it out until I’m shaking again. He alternates between deep, grinding strokes and shorter, faster ones, never letting me settle into a rhythm, and his fingers find my clit again. I whimper, hissing out a breath at how sensitive it is.
But still, against every rational thought, against everything I thought I knew about myself, I can feel a tiny flicker of heat gathering deep inside me again.
My back is arched, my cheek pressed against the bed, and I close my eyes and just feel.
Reed keeps talking, low and filthy, telling me how good I feel and how he’s never going to forget the way I sound right now.
And all the while, he keeps teasing my clit, working his way from softer touches to more demanding ones as I start to adjust to the pressure, coming down from the previous orgasm.
When the next climax finally hits, it doesn’t even feel like the others. It’s a slow build that rises into a huge crescendo, like a wave gathering strength before crashing over the shore.
“Fuck,” Reed grunts, his hips stuttering. His rhythm breaks, and he buries himself inside me from behind, one large hand grasping and massaging the globes of my ass as the other keeps up the onslaught on my clit.
He makes a sound that’s almost animalistic, and I wonder if his second orgasm of the night is more intense for him too.
I didn’t even know guys could do that, and the feel of him rutting against me, grinding his hips against my ass as if he’s desperate to get even a fraction of an inch deeper, sends something hot spiraling through me.
The rolling orgasm resets and starts all over again, number four turning into number five so smoothly that I can barely distinguish between them.
“Reed,” I whimper. “Fuck, fuck, I’m… you’re…”
“Goddamn,” he rasps, his body shuddering. “Is that five?”
I nod, squeezing my eyes shut as the pleasure finally crests and begins to recede.
My knees give out, and I collapse onto my stomach as Reed’s sheathed cock slips out of me.
He collapses on top of me for a second, both of us breathing hard, then rolls us onto our sides.
My hair sticks to my face, my legs are useless, and I’m pretty sure I’m not going to be able to walk straight in the morning.
He kisses my temple and then gets up to deal with the condom. It doesn’t take him long, the bed dips a moment later as he crawls back onto it beside me. I can barely catch my breath, my entire body boneless with satisfaction.
“Holy shit,” I manage to whisper.
He chuckles, pulling me against his chest. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I agree, although I’m not quite sure what words he was going to use. Honestly, I’m not sure there are words for what just happened between us.
I’m so fucked out and exhausted that my brain can’t latch on to the right superlatives for how good the sex was, and when Reed’s fingers start trailing lightly through my tangled hair, it’s only a matter of minutes before I pass out.