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He continued to lick, nip, and kiss her jaw, neck, and collarbone, focusing most of his attention on her ear and the spot where her shoulder met her neck. This combination, added to the stimulation of his hand, had her begging.
“Please . . . please . . .”
It was one word, but it meant so much.
If he heard her, he made no indication he did.
His fingers began stroking harder and firmer, as his mouth applied more pressure.
“Reed . . . please.”
He would touch her clit through her now drenched panties but never remained there. This went beyond teasing, she thought. This was an agenda. At this moment, she didn’t care the reason behind it, just that he gave her what she needed.
“Who’s here with you, Colby?” Reed murmured against her skin.
How the fuck can he still have the ability to speak in full sentences?
“You,” she whispered, gyrating her hips to find relief against his finger.
“Not good enough, Colby. If you want to come, tell me.”
What the hell does he want her to say?
She could feel herself so close but unable to find the summit, that it made her brain unable to understand what he wanted.
He pressed again. “Tell me, Colby. Who is making you feel like this? Who makes you want to fly apart?”
On the verge of tears for the torture she was enduring at his hands and lips, she squeezed her eyes shut trying to find the crest.
“Tell me . . . Say it and you’ll come. I’ll make you feel so fucking good,” he whispered erotically into her ear before his teeth pulled hard on the lobe.
“You . . . Reed . . . please, let me come! Please . . .”
With strength she had never witnessed, his fingers stopped their ministrations. He shoved her bikini down far enough that when he reapplied his attention, it was skin on skin with no barrier. She felt him insert two fingers into her dripping pussy as his thumb circled her clit with skillful pressure. Within seconds, she found the glorious cusp and felt her body go limp as her orgasm ripped through her. When the aftershocks dissipated, she wanted to slide to the floor, but apparently, Reed had other intentions.
He removed his firm grip on her wrists that were still above her head before he dropped to his knees in front of her. Quickly, he pulled the camisole over her head, revealing her small breasts. His mouth clasped on to the right, lavishing the erect bead with attention before placing it between his teeth and pulling. Her left breast was at the mercy of his dominating hand. He caressed and pulled the light brown nipple as he cupped the entire globe easily in his large hand.
Knowing she was closing in on her limit, she had to tell him to stop. She was on sensory overload, but she was unable to find her voice.
Soon, his hand and mouth left her breasts before kissing down her flat stomach, licking her belly button several times.
Her eyes were so heavy from everything that had occurred this far, but not wanting to miss a moment of his attention, Colby forced herself to watch him.
Suddenly, Reed pulled away, giving enough room that he could raise his head and lock eyes with her.
She wanted to believe so desperately that he was communicating something deeper with her, but only nodded to acknowledge she was at his mercy.
He lifted her right thigh and placed it over his shoulder as he moved his face to her feminine core.
He was without mercy as he heightened her system back to an aroused frenzy. He lapped at her pussy, alternating his tongue for fingers pushing inward, touching and tasting every part of her intimate folds. With his other hand pressed into her hip to push her into the wall and keep her upright, he used his long fingers to touch and tease her clit.
This combination set a grueling pace with only the intention of breaking her into pieces. She knew it, and she’d be damned if she would do anything about it. If this were what he wanted to give her, she would hold onto it tightly with two hands and happily deal with the aftereffects later.
Knowing she was moments away from another mind-blowing orgasm, Colby focused on feeling him within her. Feeling herself drip with the wetness that he lapped up eagerly. Every thrust of his fingers touched higher and higher. The pressure on her clit was constantly bringing her closer and closer to where she wanted to be. Struggling to keep the different feelings separated but not succeeding, she just continued to let her body climb to its peak.
“Oh, God!” she moaned, as her hips began to buck into his face.
Reed rewarded her with a masculine chuckle. The force of his attention consumed her; no longer able to differentiate between the feelings of his tongue or his fingers, she lost herself to the euphoria of pre-orgasmic bliss.
When she could no longer differentiate her moans from her gasps, she squeezed her eyes shut and let the spectrum of color behind her lids take over as she felt wetness gush out of her and her limbs fall weak. It felt like her orgasm went on and on, draining her of everything. Long moments passed as the powerful aftereffects left her body weak and flaccid.
Reed remained kneeling at her feet, where he fluttered his lips from one hipbone across to the other returning often to her center where her ongoing wetness continued to flow. The ever so soft trail of kisses and the whispers of his tongue flickering over her oversensitized nether tissue had Colby jerking in response.
Colby felt Reed move from his previous position, as he slowly and methodically rose to his full height. With the wall at her back and him at her front, Colby felt inferior as he towered over her, boxing her in the small space in which he allowed her.
Her body still struggled for every ounce of strength it felt. Her breathing was still shallow, and her nerves buzzed with the remnants of her orgasm.
What she felt when they first entered the apartment was surely unadulterated lust over a source of anger or similar emotion, but now, with the way his blue eyes bore into her half-lidded ones, the atmosphere changed. No longer did his dominance reign, but rather, she saw along with felt softness about him. Back was the selfless man who had taught her the power of sexual control. She continued to stare into the blue depths, hoping or fooling herself into thinking she saw a piece of his soul, a piece in which he never shared with another; a part of him that made her special, if only at this one moment. The hunger she saw reflecting back at her was undeniable even if its origins remained unknown.
Breaking the spell, she let her eyes roam his entire face, focusing on where his lips and chin glistened with the evidence of her pleasure.
Wanting, no needing, to taste herself on him, she used all the strength she possessed and raised up on tiptoes as her arms wrapped around his neck to bring his mouth down to her.
The musky tang which erupted the minute it hit her tongue had pride and a new sense of arousal shooting through her body.
Only around him had she ever been multi-orgasmic. Able to go again moments after feeling absolutely annihilated.
With nimble, purpose-filled fingers, she stripped him of his tie and shirt. Forgoing the hold on his mouth, she watched as she ran her small hands over the hard and taut muscles of his shoulder, arms, chest, and abs. Unable to ignore the massive bulge behind his pants zipper, Colby refused to tease and chose instead not to waste any more time. However, the moment her hands reached for his belt, Reed once more halted her movements with a firm hand on her wrist.
Raising her gaze up as to question, he answered for her, as he once again laid claim on her mouth, tongues battling and libidos crying out joyfully. Colby felt Reed pick her up with ease, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her exposed wet pussy lay against the warm exposed skin of his lower abdomen. The flex of muscle at the contact had her wanting to roar in victory. The distance he carried her was short, and she was so lost in him that she didn’t care where they landed.
He ended their kiss, and it took Colby a moment to focus on anything other than him. Loosening her leg lock from his waist, she slowly slid down until her feet touched something solid. When th
ey did, she noticed where they were. She had a direct line of vision to Reed’s chin, where usually her eyes fell to his chest, so she noticed she was on the first step, which led up to her loft above.
Without a word, Reed rid himself of his pants, boxer briefs, shoes, and socks, all while Colby remained rooted to her spot on the hardwood step.
When they were both completely naked, Reed leaned in and gave a kiss, chaste in comparison to all they shared during this tryst. He placed his hands on both sides of her waist and turned her away from him. With a light but firm push on the small of her back, he positioned her so that her hands rested on the third step up from where her feet were. With his hands firmly placed on her hips once more, he pulled her back toward him; this motion caused her grip on the third step to fall away as the new position had her hands a step lower. He guided her with one foot to spread her legs wide, as he lined up his cock with her opening.
There was no difficulty found upon entry, as she was still quite wet from minutes before. With his initial thrust, he buried to the hilt—her moaning her appreciation, him grunting his.
He set the pace easily, pulling back on her hips as his pelvis surged forward. It was animalistic, but it felt so fucking good. Between moans, explicit words, and the slapping of skin against skin, Colby was once again on the brink of going over the edge to pleasure euphoria.
“Fuck, Colby! Fuck! I needed this.”
Agreeing with every sentiment he spoke, she willingly accepted every driving assault of his cock.
The grip on her hips became tighter, his lunges more concentrated in time and intensity, hitting her in the right spot. She simply touched her clit with her own finger, and she flew apart following quickly behind him.
“FUCKKKKK!” Reed growled as he emptied himself into her.
Colby collapsed against the stairs, and Reed followed her. He didn’t squish her, but rather focused most of his weight next to her while still draping an arm and leg over her.
They both tried to recapture their breath. Colby’s brain slowly began to defog, and she wondered if she would have a rug burn on her cheek. Reed must have had similar thoughts because he placed a light kiss to the crown of her head before climbing off her and standing up. Colby looked over her shoulder to where he stood and thought he looked thoroughly spent.
With all the manners of a gentleman, he extended a hand to help her up, which she gladly accepted. They each went about redressing; he slipped back into his suit pants and shirt along with his shoes and socks, and she in just her panties and green Molly’s shirt.
Colby ignored the sudden awkwardness she felt charging the area and asked Reed if he would like a drink. He accepted her offer, so she padded off to the kitchen, where she removed the red wine bottle from the fridge and emptied its contents into two mismatched glasses.
They drank in silence, her stealing glances at him, him taking in her space leisurely. He walked over to the living space toward the canvas that leaned against the wall. Colby watched as he looked at the piece, wishing she could see his face. She wanted to know his thoughts when he looked at it. His head soon perused the rest of the quaint space, searching. When he didn’t find immediately what he was looking for his seeking gaze caught hers and he finally spoke. “Where is ours?”
Ours. A simple word, but one that caused ripples of pleasure to shoot down her spine.
Hopefully, she hid her glee with her glass pressed against her mouth hiding the lower half of her face from his view as she pointed with the same hand’s index finger over toward the door.
Back where their encounter began next to the door, it hung.
He approached the piece, and this time, Colby couldn’t help but follow. They stood shoulder to shoulder as each gazed at the large canvas silently. After a few moments, Reed turned toward her, placed a quick kiss to her temple, and said, “Looks good,” in his deep husky voice.
Just the sound sent a tingle running along Colby’s spine.
They walked back to the kitchen area, where Reed finished his glass and placed it in the empty sink. Colby chose to take a seat at the counter on the cushioned stool and appreciatively watch his large form move with catlike grace.
Colby couldn’t help but let out a yawn. Between the long day at the restaurant, and the fabulous cardio workout they had together, her body was screaming its fatigue.
Reed stood next to her stool, letting out a masculine chuckle before placing another chaste kiss on the crown of her head.
“I’ll get out of your hair.”
Colby protested, “No, you don’t have to,” but on the last word, she yawned once more.
“Yeah, I think I do.”
Reed walked toward the door, and Colby begrudgingly followed.
Once there, Reed reached down and grabbed both of his coats where he had dropped them, opting only to put on his trench coat, and holding his suit coat elegantly in his fist.
Colby wanted to kiss him again; she felt the need to feel his lips pressed against her so when she soon went to sleep, her dreams would provide a continuation of their tête-à-tête.
“Do you want me to make sure the hallway is clear?” Colby asked.
“I’m not concerned; they are at the firehouse tonight.”
Colby didn’t know why she asked in the first place, especially after the way he came to her, but hearing that perhaps the only reason he did was because he wouldn’t get caught didn’t sit right with her.
However, before she could put any more thought into it, Reed slid the door open. Before he went through it, he turned back and with the sexiest smile Colby had ever seen, he locked gazes with her and said, “Whatever plans you have with Dustin tomorrow, cancel them.”
Vocal compliance was out of her mouth before she even knew it. “Okay.”
Apparently happy with her answer, he gave her one last dashing smile before he winked and slid the door closed behind him.
Colby locked the door and stepped backward slowly as she turned over in her head what she had just agreed to.
Truthfully, it wasn’t like Dustin and she had any date plans or anything. He had just asked her over to his place to teach him how to work his elaborate coffee machine. Colby knew it was a lame excuse and that all Dustin’s flirting meant he was attracted to her, but Colby just didn’t get butterflies when she was with him. Yes, he was very easy on the eyes, and he was in top physical form, but she thought of him as a friend. Did that mean that nothing would ever grow between them? No, it didn’t. But initially, Colby only had eyes for one dashingly handsome attorney who literally just rocked her world.
Feeling the effects of a headache coming on, Colby decided to take some preventative ibuprofen before turning in for the night. Throwing the two small brown pills into her mouth, she gulped them down with a glass of water. Colby turned off all the lights. Grabbed her iPhone, she stripped out of the little clothes she wore and crawled under her covers nude. With swift moving fingers, she texted Dustin.
Hey . . . sorry can’t make 2morrow . . . raincheck?
Ninety seconds later, her phone chimed with an incoming text.
Damn. Was looking forward to seeing you fresh out of bed. Maybe an early dinner? I won’t have to be back at the station until 7.
Colby didn’t know how to respond, so not wanting to upset him, she responded as nonchalantly as she could.
Maybe ttyl
Placing the phone on her bedside table, she prayed it wouldn’t chime again. When a few moments went by and the phone remained silent, her tension started to loosen.
Fluffing her pillow, she got comfortable but was unable to shake the feeling of guilt.
Did Reed intend to see her again tomorrow?
Hating that she felt so wishy-washy when it came to this one man, she knew she wouldn’t be able to talk herself out of making herself available for him. For as exhausted as she was, sleep was difficult to find.
Hopefully, she would be able to make much more sense of everything tomorrow. At least, that was the las
t thought she had before she finally drifted off to sleep.
Three days later, it had been a busy day at the restaurant. She had been running since she clocked in at ten this morning all the way through until ten minutes ago. When she looked up at the clock, she nearly gasped to learn it was just shy of seven.
When the only table occupied in the place was set with their orders, Colby took the opportunity to head back into the kitchen to make her own meal. Choosing to just grab a granola bar from her bag, she was suddenly stopped short by Greg, the bear of the kitchen.
“If you think you are going to just eat that stupid piece of cardboard, just get that notion out of your head right now, missy,” he growled as he pushed the already made plate toward her.
Colby looked at the overflowing oval plate, which was piled high with fresh romaine lettuce and crisp vegetables topped with a grilled chicken breast easily twice the size of her fist.
Colby’s brown eyes widened as she took in the obvious truthful threat from the cook, and she sputtered for a response.
Greg’s kind eyes and mischievous smile finally showed on his aged face as he added, “You are too skinny. It wouldn’t sit right with me if I didn’t feed you properly. Feeding people is what I do. Now, be a good girl and just go eat. We shouldn’t have much more of a crowd tonight.”
Colby knew any argument on her part was pointless, so with a small smile of her own, she accepted the plate. She walked back out to the dining room and begrudgingly took a seat at the counter.
