Chapter 17 #2
Shamelessly, I do. I don’t know if it’s because of the way Reed makes me feel so wild and sensual, or if it’s just because I’ve been pent up for so long, but the sounds that pour from my lips are loud and filthy, and I don’t even try to hold them back.
He seems to like it because he keeps going, his fingers thrusting in and out of me while his mouth stays sealed over my clit. I can feel him watching me through his thick lashes, his gaze locked on my face the whole time, and it makes an extra bloom of warmth creep up my chest.
Reed seems like he’d be happy to stay on his knees between my legs for hours, but even though I lose track of time a bit as pleasure rocks through me, I know it doesn’t take that long.
My body is so keyed up and desperate that it feels like only a few minutes before the familiar tingling starts to spread through my limbs, warning me that my orgasm is about to break.
“There…” I moan, shifting my hips to chase his touch as my head tosses restlessly against the back cushion of the couch. “Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck, Reed!”
He doesn’t respond with words, but he increases the tempo of his fingers and tongue, and that sends me soaring over the edge.
I come hard—much harder than I ever did with the vibrator—my thighs clamping around his head as I grip the dark strands of his hair like my life depends on it.
His tongue never lets up its delicious assault until I’m shaking and gasping and completely undone.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when he grips my hips and lifts me up, moving my body easily.
The room spins around me, and when I reorient, I find myself on my knees on the couch, my elbows braced on the back of it, facing away from Reed.
He drags his hand down the curve of my spine and over my ass, taking his time, and the possessiveness of the touch makes my stomach flutter wildly.
Both hands find my ass, squeezing the rounded globes hard.
“This ass,” he rasps. “Been dreaming about this too. You want more, baby?”
“Yes,” I whisper, because there’s nothing truer in the world.
“What do you want?”
With anyone else, I might be embarrassed to so brazenly ask for what I need—but with Reed, I don’t even hesitate. We’ve only had one night together, and I feel like he’s already seen a side of me that I barely knew existed until that night.
“Fuck me,” I say, looking at him over my shoulder. “I want you to fuck me, just like this.”
His jaw goes tight, his pupils expanding. He’s already working on his pants, undoing the button and dragging the zipper down, as if he’s at the end of his patience. But of course, even when his own self-control is about to snap, he has to make me work for it.
“You know what to do,” he says, reaching into his wallet for a condom before shoving his pants all the way down.
I don’t have to ask what he means. And I’m too far gone to even consider denying him.
“Please,” I beg. “I—I need your cock. I need you to fuck me the way you did before. I want to feel you. Please, Reed. Please.”
“Fuuuck.”
The word tears out of him on a ragged groan, as if hearing me beg is almost better than the sex itself.
His nostrils flare with heavy breaths as he frees his cock, which already has beads of precum gathered at the tip.
He tears the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolls the condom on, then steps up behind me.
He grips my hip with one hand, and the other slides into my hair, gathering it loosely, just enough that I can feel his fingers there.
When the head of his thick cock nudges at my slick, swollen entrance, I have to work hard not to hold my breath.
He pushes into me slowly, working his way in with several thrusts, and we both groan every time his hips press forward.
He’s bigger than I remembered—and I have a very vivid memory of the first night he fucked me.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, his grip on my hair tightening until a light stinging sensation spreads across my scalp. “You might actually be the death of me, Liv. But what a fucking way to go.”
He thrusts one more time, burying himself to the hilt, then stays there for a second. His breathing is harsh and uneven, and I can feel him fighting for control.
He doesn’t win.
Letting out a string of muttered curses, he starts to move—and it’s clear he remembers just how I liked it last time, because he doesn’t go easy on me. His hips piston as he thrusts hard and deep, his hand wrapped tight around my hair and his grip on my hip almost bruising.
With me on my knees on the couch and him standing behind me, the angle makes his cock hit places inside me that have my body lighting up.
The friction of it alone won’t be enough to make me come, but it still feels overwhelming and incredible, and within a minute I’m chasing it, pushing back against his cock, lost in the rhythm and the filthy sounds of him fucking me.
“Touch yourself,” he pants. “I’m not gonna last, and I want to feel you come on my cock before I lose it.”
There’s something desperate in his voice that just about ruins me. The composed, in-control version of Reed from earlier at the photo shoot is completely gone, and the man who’s taken his place is hungry and almost cavemanlike.
I slide a hand down between my legs and find my clit, and the second I start working it, I can feel the next orgasm building already.
“That’s it, baby.” Reed’s hand cracks across my ass twice in quick succession, sending a bolt of sensation shooting through me as heat blooms low in my belly. “Come on. Come for me. Please.”
My fingers are a blur on my clit, working it in the way that always gets me off.
He spanks me once more, and that’s all it takes to unleash my climax as I cry out nakedly.
He loses it almost the exact same moment that moment I do, pounding into me a few more times before going still, a hoarse groan pouring out of him as his hips grind against my ass.
He collapses forward over my back, cock throbbing over and over inside me as his mouth finds the back of my neck. He bites down lightly—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make my nerve endings light up.
“Fuck,” he says, breathing hard. “I needed that. You have no idea how badly.”
“I needed it too. I’ve been going crazy.”
He licks at the spot he just bit. “Not as crazy as I have.”
I let out a laugh, my arms shaking. “Want to bet?”
He chuckles low against my skin. It takes another couple moments for us to recover, and then he pulls out slowly, gets rid of the condom, and helps me down off my knees.
My legs feel like noodles after the orgasms and the effort of staying upright while he fucked me, and I’m not entirely sure I can stand up.
Thankfully, Reed doesn’t seem to expect me to. He lifts me into his arms again, scooping me up with his arms under my shoulders and knees, and starts carrying me down the hall.
I rest my head against his shoulder, letting my muscles go lax.
“You drove me out of my mind with that vibrator, you know,” he murmurs as he walks. “Every morning, I’d be in my bedroom listening to you in the next room, going slowly insane.”
Heat floods my face. “You could hear me?”
“Every time.”
I bite my lip, my stomach flipping over. “I didn’t realize I was being that loud.”
He snorts, shaking his head. “You weren’t.
That’s what was killing me. The little soft sounds you were trying to hold back.
I’d lie in my bed picturing what your face must look like, what you were doing with it, whether you were thinking about me.
” He hesitates, then looks down at me and adds, “I’d get myself off to the sound of you, but it was never enough. ”
My stomach swoops all over again, my exhausted body flushing with a fresh surge of arousal at that thought. We reach my bedroom, and Reed carefully lays me down on his bed. The sheets are cool against my heated skin, and I shift a little on the mattress, feeling both vulnerable and sexy.
As I lie there looking up at him, something passes across his expression before a grin tugs at the corner of his lips. He holds up a hand in a wait there gesture, then strides over toward my nightstand.
“Is this where you keep it?” he asks.
I blink, my jaw dropping open slightly. “Um, yes.”
“May I?” He gives me a look, reaching for the drawer, and I nod.
When he pulls out the pink vibrator, my thighs involuntarily clench. That thing has given me many orgasms, but seeing it in Reed’s hands sends a whole different kind of anticipation racing through me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, even though it’s rapidly becoming pretty obvious.
Reed shoots me a wicked smile. “I want to know what you look like when you’re coming all over this vibrator. I’m done guessing.”
With that, he climbs onto the bed and settles between my thighs.
He flicks the vibrator on, and the low buzz of it fills the room, making adrenaline and heat spike through me.
My body knows that sound, and everything is so heightened right now that just imagining what Reed is about to do with it has me close to coming.
My hips lift off the mattress before I can stop them, and the slow, satisfied smile that pulls at his mouth makes me flush all over again.
He brings the vibrator to my sensitive clit, and it’s so much, so sudden, that an orgasm creeps up and slams into me before I can stop it. My back arches off the bed as I cry out his name, and he watches me come undone with an expression of pure, possessive hunger.
“Better than I imagined,” he murmurs. “Fuck, you look good like this. Let’s do it again.”
He doesn’t give me time to come down. Instead, he turns the setting higher and works me through a second orgasm before the first has even faded.
This one is slower, drawn out, my body writhing by the time it crests.
The third comes on like a tidal wave I feel like I might drown in, and by the fourth, I’m wrecked, whimpering and mewling softly, my hands fisted in the sheets.