33. Reed
reed
. . .
She’s buzzing with adrenaline; I can feel it in the way her fingers curl into my flannel, the way her breath comes hot against my neck when she leans in close.
I swing off my bike first, pulling the helmet from her head, and watch her shake out her blonde waves until it falls wild around her shoulders.
Her cheeks are flushed pink, eyes bright and reckless in the moonlight.
“Get inside, baby,” I growl, voice rough from the wind. “Before I lose my patience and take you right here on the bike.”
She bites her lip, that little smile tugging at the corners, but she slides off, her legs a little unsteady, and I grab her hand, pulling her up the steps to the front door.
My keys fumble in the lock as her body presses against my back, her hands already slipping under my flannel as her nails scrape lightly over my abs through my shirt.
I push the door open as we stumble into the hallway, lit only by the faint glow from the kitchen light I left on.
Kicking the door shut behind us, I spin her around and pin her against the wall with my hips.
Her gasp turns into a moan as I crush my mouth to hers, our tongues tangle as if we’ve been starving for this all night.
“God, Reed,” she whispers against my lips as her fingers yank at my flannel buttons. “Baby, I want you so bad, I’m wet already.”
A low groan vibrates in my throat as I continue shrugging off my flannel, letting it hit the floor. “Good, means you’re ready for what I’m about to do to you, sunshine.”
Her hands tug at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head in one swift motion.
I help, tossing it aside, my fingers reaching aimlessly for her top, a thin tank that’s been teasing me with glimpses of her lace bra all night.
Peeling it off slowly, I savor the way goosebumps erupt across her skin, the way her nipples harden through the white lace before I even touch them.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I mutter, palming one breast as my thumb circles the peak until she arches into me. “Been thinking about stripping you down since you climbed on behind me.”
She laughs and reaches for my belt. “Then stop talking about it, and do it.”
We move down the hall, kissing, groping, shedding clothes in a trail behind us.
Her bra unclasps easily under my fingers; I drag the straps down her arms, as my lips follow the contour of her neck, sucking to leave a mark just above her collarbone.
She unbuckles my belt, yanks the zipper down, shoving my jeans and boxers low enough that my cock springs free; hard, aching, already leaking for her.
“Jesus, Reed,” she breathes, wrapping her hand around me, stroking once from base to tip. “You’re so fucking hard. Did the adrenaline get you, too?”
I hiss through my teeth, thrusting into her fist. “You think? Been fighting myself not to pull over and bend you over the bike.”
Her jeans button pops under my fingers until the denim pools at her ankles. Pushing the lace aside, I slide two fingers between her thighs, finding her soaked, her clit swollen, and begging for attention.
She moans, her head falling back against the wall. “Then why didn’t you?”
“Because I want you in my bed,” I say, curling my fingers inside her, my thumb pressing circles on her clit until her hips buck. “I want to spread you out and take my time.”
She kisses me, not saying a word, as she threads her fingers in my hair, continuing down the hallway.
Barely making it to the bedroom door somehow, her hand still strokes my cock, my fingers still buried in her pussy.
I shove the door open with my shoulder, backing her toward the bed.
She lets go of me, sitting on the edge of the bed as she quickly throws her panties off.
Spreading her legs, her eyes are dark and hungry as she watches me kick off my boots and jeans completely.
“Glasses,” she says, voice husky, reaching up to slide them off my nose. “Don’t want them fogging up.”
Leaning in, I let her take them off before she sets them on the nightstand.
I gently push her back onto the mattress. She scoots up, her head hitting the pillows as her thighs part wider in invitation.
“Fuck, look at you,” I say, kneeling between her legs as my hands slide up her thighs, spreading her open. “So wet for me, baby. You ready for me?”
She nods, threading her fingers through my hair.
Fuck me.
I lower my head, my breath hot against her clit. “Spread wider, baby.”
She spreads wider, her laugh turning into a gasp as I slowly lick her from entrance to clit. She tastes so fucking sweet.
I do it again, savoring as I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue.
“Fuck!”
I suck gently, then harder, feeling her thighs tremor against my ears. “You taste so fucking good, baby. I could never tire of having my face between your legs.”
She tugs my hair, her hips lifting off the bed. “Don’t stop, baby. Please, your mouth—”
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against her sweet spot, making her back arch. My tongue flicks faster, relentless, as I pump my fingers deep inside her.
“You gonna come for me like this?” I mumble against her clit, the vibration making her whimper. “Gonna soak my mustache before I even fuck you?”
“Yes, Reed, fuck, yes—”
I add a third finger, stretching her, as I suck her clit hard. She shatters, her body seizing, as her pussy clenches around my fingers in rhythmic pulses, her arousal coating my tongue.
Her cry echoes off the walls, my name coming out in broken gasps.
I lick her through it, gently now, until she’s twitching and oversensitive, pushing at my head with a breathless laugh.
“Too much, come here.”
I crawl up her body, pebbling kisses as I drag my hard cock against her thigh.
“Don’t you dare think we’re finished,” I murmur, nipping at the delicate column of her throat. “That was the first one, baby. I’m not stopping until you can’t say my name without shaking.”
She gives me a weak nod while trembling beneath me, her thighs spread wide, pussy still fluttering.
I notch myself at her entrance, but I don’t push in yet, letting her feel the blunt pressure.
“Look at me, sunshine,” I murmur.
Her eyes snap to mine, pupils blown wide as she sucks in a breath.
“I’m gonna go slow,” I tell her, caressing her lower lip. “I want you to feel every inch. I want you to count them for me, out loud. Can you do that, baby?”
She nods fast, biting her lip. “Yes, please—”
I flex my hips, pushing just the tip inside.
“One,” she gasps, her voice high and shaky as she digs her nails into my shoulders.
I groan, fighting the urge to push all the way in. “Good girl. Feel that? That’s just the tip stretching you.”
I ease in another inch slowly, watching her face the whole time. Her mouth falls open, her eyes fluttering.
“Two,” she breathes.
“Fuck.” I rock gently, letting her adjust. “Look how pretty you open up for me, taking me so sweet already.”
Pushing another inch slowly, she whimpers as her walls flutter hard around me.
“Three,” she manages, her voice cracking, her hips canting forward, begging for another inch.
I lean down, kiss her slowly as my tongue slides against hers while I feed her another inch.
“Four,” she moans into my mouth. “Reed, fuck, you’re so—”
“Shhh,” I whisper against her lips. “You’re doing so well, love.”
Pushing another inch, her pussy grips me tightly; she’s so wet I can hear it every time I move.
I pause, grinding in a slow circle, letting her feel me press against her sweet spot deep inside.
“Five,” she sobs softly. “Five, fuck, I can feel you everywhere—”
I kiss her temple, her cheek, and the corner of her eye where a tear slipped free. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect. Almost there, baby.”
With just a fraction of a pull back, I sink deeper inside her. Her back arches off the mattress, her thighs trembling against my hips.
“Six,” she chokes out. “Reed, please, I need—”
“I know what you need, baby,” I murmur, brushing a stray hair from her forehead. “One more. Give me one more, and I’ll fuck you the way you’ve been begging for.”
I roll my hips slowly, feeding her the last inch until I’m buried deep, my balls pressed tight against her ass, every inch of me inside her.
“Seven,” she cries, voice breaking on the word. “Seven, oh my God—”
I rest my forehead against hers, breathing hard, shaking from how good she feels. “There’s my pretty girl,” I say, kissing the slope of her neck.
“You did so well, baby.” I continue, moving in slow strokes. “That’s it. All of me. Every fucking inch stretching this perfect little pussy. Feel how full you are of me?”
She nods frantically, tears slipping down her temples. “So full. Ca-can’t think—”
“You don’t have to think,” I whisper, pulling out, then back in, letting her feel every inch. “Just feel me, baby. My cock has been aching for you all night.”
She moans as her hips rock up to meet me on the next thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” I tell her, pressing my forehead against hers.
Her walls clamp down hard with my praise.
She sobs my name as her nails rake down my back. “Reed, please, harder—”
I kiss her deeply, swallowing the sound she makes as I pick up the pace, just enough to make the headboard tap the wall, just enough to make her feel every thick inch claiming her.
“Let me hear you,” I growl against her mouth.
“Reed, I-”
She’s already shaking again, and I know she’s close again. I memorized the way her body weeps for me.
“Come for me,” I rasp, burying myself deeper, my cock twitching inside of her. “Let me feel you soak me, baby. Let me feel how much you love being stretched full of me.”
She breaks as her whole body seizes, her pussy pulsing and fluttering around every inch, milking me in frantic waves.
I groan her name, holding still while she rides it out, letting her feel me throb deep inside her.
Her arms loop around my neck, as her nails rake into the back of my shoulders.
Every time I bottom out, she whimpers, like she can’t believe how full she is, how completely I’m claiming her.
I lower my mouth to her ear, whispering.
“This” Thrust. “Cock” Thrust. “Is” Thrust. “Yours” Thrust “Baby.”
Punctuating my words with a slow, intentional thrust, I lean down, kissing her passionately before nipping her lower lip. “Every fucking inch belongs to this perfect little pussy. No one else gets to feel me like this, just you.”
She whimpers, her thighs trembling against my hips.
“Say it,” I murmur, nipping the shell of her ear. “Tell me who this cock belongs to.”
“It’s mine,” she gasps, “Mine.”
I slide my hand up between us, wrapping it gently around the delicate column of her throat, not squeezing, just holding.
My palm covers most of her throat as my fingers rest along the sides, my thumb brushing the frantic flutter of her pulse.
“Look at you, taking my cock so well, baby,” I growl, squeezing just a little to make her gasp. “My hands around your throat as my name leaves your pretty little mouth.”
“Reed,” she stammers, gripping my forearms.
I ease my grip, leaning down to give her a tender kiss as she meets each thrust.
Guilt begins to creep in, knowing she’s promised to someone else, but it dissolves as she tightens around me, moaning my name.
“Reed, baby, please—”
I tighten my grip just enough, letting her feel the weight of my hand.
“Look at me, baby,” I command, my fingers caressing her throat. “Look at me while I fuck what’s mine.”
Her lashes flutter open as tears cling to them, her pupils dilated.
“Seven inches of cock that’s yours,” I rasp, rubbing my thumb across her swollen lip. “Gonna fill you up with it. Gonna make you come so hard you soak me again. You ready to come with me, baby?”
She nods frantically, while simultaneously caressing my scarred face.
“Look at me while you come, baby. C’mon, give me one more.”
I angle my hips just right, grinding against her clit with every deep thrust, as I grip her chin, keeping her eyes on mine.
“Come on this cock that’s yours,” I say, caressing her lower lip, keeping the pace steady. Let me feel you.”
Her whole body locks up again as her thighs clamp around my waist, her pussy spasming violently around me.
She screams my name, her walls pulsing in frantic waves, flooding around my shaft as she comes undone for a third time.
The sight of her, the feel of her, the sound of her moaning snaps the last thread of my control.
I bury myself deep and come with a guttural groan.
My hand flexes on her throat, holding her through it while I empty everything I have inside her.
We shudder together, breathing raggedly, resting my forehead into the crook of her neck.
I don’t pull out, not yet.
Keeping my hand around her neck, soft now, I stroke my thumb across her pulse point, as I kiss her, tasting the salt of her tears.
“Mine,” I whisper against her lips.
She smiles, tugging my lower lip with her teeth. “Yours,” she breathes, tangling her hands in my hair.
As I pull out, I collapse beside her, pulling her close as the moonlight fades and our breaths sync.
“You okay, sunshine?” I murmur, the words catching in my throat.
She nods, smiling faintly against my chest. “More than okay.”
I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing her in. “Good,” I whisper. “’Cause I don’t think I could let you go right now.”
For now, she’s mine, and that’s all that matters.