by Piper, M.
“She dated a guy named Dot, Nico,” Ford blurts, laughing. “Dot!”
“That’s… Wow…” I trail off and try not to laugh. Reagan’s smiling at me a smartass smirk and I notice the tiniest of dimples just to the right of her nose. How did I not notice that last weekend? I glance over at Ford and then back at Reagan. The resemblance is uncanny between them. The genes definitely run strong in this family.
“He was a tool, Nico. And Ford, you’re going to be sleeping in your car your last night here if you don’t drop this shit. What does it matter the names of the guys that I date?”
“It doesn’t. I just really like to make fun of you.” Ford laughs again and starts the movie back up.
Reagan sighs and I pull her to my side again, wrapping my arm around her.
Somewhere before the end of the movie she dozes off with her head on my lap and I end up finishing the movie with her brother who’s actually a riot to be around. Something about him makes me feel like I’ve known him my whole life. He’s carefree. It’s that same comfort feeling I got around Reagan when I first met her. I can tell he still has his reservations, but he wouldn’t be a good brother to her if he didn’t.
“I’m hitting the sack,” he mumbles, standing and clicking off the TV. “You got that hot mess?” He nods to his sister and I grin.
“Yeah, absolutely.”
He mumbles something I can’t understand and heads to the bedroom. I let my hand rest on Reagan’s hip and she shifts, humming in her sleep. She’s fucking gorgeous, and probably way too good for me but I don’t care. I know she’s going to fight it, but I’ll make her mine, because I’m already hers.
“Oh hey,” Ford blurts, walking back into the room and startling both of us. “If I even hear the slightest hint that you two are fucking tonight, I’m pummeling your ass. Got it, Luigi?”
“Point taken,” I laugh. “And it’s Nico.”
“Luigi. I’ll get you a hat. And a mug.” He winks at me before heading back to his room and Reagan groans, sitting up rubbing her eyes.
“My God, no. Not a mug,” she mumbles, then laughs. “Oh my God I’m sorry I passed out so hard.” She yawns and stretches out and I stop myself from going in for the kiss I want so badly.
“It was nice,” I whisper, watching her stand up.
“So I’m kind of dead tired,” she whispers, her bottom lip sucking into her mouth while she suppresses a grin. “You wouldn’t want to stay the night, would you?”
“We’re not fucking,” I say and she laughs.
“Hey, that’s my line!” She smiles again and that little dimple comes out in full force. “But seriously. You’re the best snuggle partner I’ve ever had. And last weekend I slept like a baby.” She shrugs. “You don’t have to. Again, presumptuous.” She lets out a laugh and I stand, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her to me.
“I’d love to stay here with you tonight, Reagan.” I push my lips to hers briefly before pulling back to eyes full of lust, swirling with emotion, and so tired she can barely keep them open.
I walk her back to the bedroom and she yanks a shirt out of the drawer, tossing it on after discarding her yoga pants and sweatshirt she put on when we got here.
I strip off my jeans and t-shirt, laying them on the chair in the corner of her room neatly and she grins at me.
“Is your apartment clean?” she whispers, glancing at her clothes on the floor.
“Yes?” I answer. “It is…” My eyebrows pull together as she nods silently.
“I’ve never dated a guy who kept his place neat and clean,” she says, pulling the covers back then pausing. “I mean…if we were dating. If we dated. If we…fuck,” she huffs.
“We’re not fucking tonight,” I say, earning another laugh from her and she groans in frustration. She gets herself worked up so tight and it’s cute as hell. When she rambles and gets frustrated like that, I see it rolling off her and I love it. I love the fight in her.
“Right,” she says, sliding under the covers and lifting it for me. “Come on then, pillow with a heartbeat.”
“That’s creepy, Ten,” I mutter, sliding in next to her and bringing my arms around her.
“Really? You’re going to stick with that nickname?”
“Absolutely. It’s fitting, like I said.” I push my lips to hers briefly, wanting more but knowing if I take it any farther I won’t be able to stop, and I don’t want to fuck shit up this early with her. Not with her brother in the next room.
“You’re nice,” she mutters, her head resting on my bare chest. All of my focus is on where our bodies are meeting. Her hand tracing lazy lines on my stomach. Her legs wrapped into mine. She feels fucking perfect right now.
“I’m trying,” I whisper when I know she’s finally fallen asleep. I kiss her head and take a deep breath.
In one week, I without a doubt know this girl’s turned my entire world upside down and there’s no coming back from it.
“Morning, Ten,” I mutter, walking up behind her and pressing my lips to her neck. She hums and wiggles back against me, giggling. She woke before me and came in to make breakfast. It took me a little while longer to get rid of the morning wood I woke up with. Next time I wake up next to her better not be with company in the house.
“Knock that shit off,” Ford blurts and I break away from her and spin around to see her brother standing in the doorway. “Ten?” he asks.
Reagan spins from where she’s making the eggs and her eyes go wide.
“Um. Coffee?” Her eyes fly between Ford and me and I can’t help but chuckle.
“He called you Ten.” His eyes narrow at me and I shrug, moving for a coffee mug she set out for me.
“Yep. Coffee?” She pastes on a smile and nods at the mugs. “I have your favorite mug here.”
“I’m guessing I don’t want to know?” he mumbles, still watching us confused but moving towards the coffee maker.
“Exactly,” Reagan says, giggling at me. “Sit. Food’s ready.”
I take a spot at the table, watching the two of them bicker like siblings should.
“So when’s the last time you’ve been home, Reagan?” I ask. We’re almost through breakfast already and it’s been strangely silent at the table.
Ford’s eyes shoot up and fly between the two of us and Reagan’s hand stalls halfway to her mouth.
“Uh…” she mumbles something unintelligible and I glance at Ford who shrugs.
“Probably been over six months,” he says, shaking his head then standing abruptly. “A lot can happen in six months,” he says before dropping his dishes into the sink and heading down the hallway.
“What’s his problem?” I ask, watching her for a reaction that shows me she misses home. What I get is a blank stare and walls being thrown up in all directions.
“No clue,” she grumbles, shoving more eggs into her mouth. She finishes eating silently and it’s all I can do to stop myself from barging into her life any more than I already have. I want her to be happy. I want her close. But it’s painfully obvious that close and happy aren’t going to happen.
The girl doesn’t belong in the city.
“So I head out for the week tomorrow morning,” I say, helping her clean up from breakfast.
“Cool,” she says, loading the dishwasher in a very stern rhythm.
“Going down to Alabama,” I say. “You ever been there?”
“Nah,” she says again. All her answers are short and she’s not looked at me since her brother walked away from the table.
“I’m heading out,” he says, walking into the room with his bag on his shoulder, and I watch Reagan stop and take a deep breath.
“Thanks for visiting, Ford,” she says, not turning around. She takes a deep breath and I stand there and watch the showdown. She slowly sets the glass in the dishwasher and stands straight, taking a deep breath, the sadness etched on her face breaks me.
Ford curses and drops his bags on the floor then walks over to her and she immediatel
y spins and goes for a hug.
“I don’t want you to go,” she says.
“I gotta get home, Reag. My family’s there. Your family’s there.” He clears his throat and shakes his head. “We miss you, Reag.”
She falls silent and wraps her arms around him, squeezing hard. This girl’s too stubborn for her own good.
“I’ll visit soon. Promise.” She clears her throat then backs up and punches him in the arm.
“What the fuck?” He winces, laughing and then looks at me. “She’s got a mean right hook. Don’t let her fool you.”
“I learned from the best,” she says, winking at me before turning back to him. “Text when you get home?”
“Absolutely.” He hugs her once more then glances over at me. “Nice meeting ya, Luigi.” He salutes me and I just laugh.
“That’s not his name,” Reagan says, rolling her eyes and I just laugh.
“He’s got that Luigi ‘stache goin’ on, sis. Connect that shit, Luigi.” He winks at me and I rub my facial hair, shaking my head because he’s just trying to stir me up but it’s not working.
“You’re just jealous, man. You said yourself I’m better looking than you.” I shrug, grinning at him as we head to the front door.
“Got it, Luigi. Gettin’ ya a mug!” he yells, grabbing his bag and closing the door behind him before I can retaliate.
Reagan’s shoulders slump slightly as she blinks away the extra moisture that’s gathered. I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her front, pushing my lips to her neck.
“You know, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you moved back. You obviously love them.”
She takes a deep breath and spins in my arms.
“I’m here to prove I can do it. Moving home proves nothing.”
“It proves you love your family. And that you can accept defeat.”
“I’m not defeated!” she barks, backing away. “Maybe you should go home.”
“Nah, I’m good.” She doesn’t want me gone. She wants me to agree with her and be a pushover, but that’s not me. When I see someone I think I could actually care deeply for being so miserable, I’m going to say something.
“Well I’m going to be boring today,” she mumbles walking past me but I catch her before she can and pull her against me. Fuck, I love how her body feels against mine.
“Boring is the best way to spend a Sunday,” I whisper.
“Really. Really boring.” She says. “I may not get out of bed all day,” she whispers, her eyes locking on mine and that grin spreads across her beautiful face.
“Maybe you should start by getting back in bed, then,” I growl, pulling her tight against me and grip her ass. She giggles and shoves off me, turning towards the hallway.
“I think that sounds amazing,” she says, then pulls her shirt over her head and drops it to the floor as she walks. “Don’t worry, my maid will pick up after me,” she calls behind her as she disappears into her bedroom. Two seconds later, her panties and shorts fly out the door and hit the wall, dropping to the floor.
I crack my neck and grin down the hall, then take long strides to join her in the bedroom, leaving the mess for another time.
When I round the corner into her room I stop dead in my tracks.
“What the fuck is that?” I say, laughing and yet somehow incredibly turned on.
“Oh this?” she asks, wiggling a very large dildo in the air in front of her. She’s spread out on the bed and sexy as fuck, completely bare and my dick is instantly hard for this girl. “I bought it last Monday,” she says, shrugging and bringing it to her lips, locking eyes on me.
“Why?” I growl, rubbing myself through my jeans.
“Suddenly I just had a hankering for big dicks.” She puts it in her mouth and pops it out again before sliding it down her body, teasing her pussy with it.
“Any particular reason for that?” I rasp, my voice full of lust and I fucking know it but fuck my life she’s beautiful.
She pushes it inside her, whimpering slightly, then her eyes flutter closed and I lose my control.
Making it across the room in two strides, I strip off my shirt and shove off my jeans before pinning her to the bed. Taking her wrists in my hand, I hold her arms above her head and nudge slightly on the dildo that she impaled herself on with my thigh. She moans and bites her lip, her eyes fluttering closed again.
“God,” she breathes, her back arching and legs wrapping around me as she uses my body to get the pressure she needs. I dip my head and latch onto her collar bone, leaving a mark for her to remember me by and almost feeling guilty for it, but the moaning that’s coming out of this girl right now makes it totally worth it.
I lick and suck her nipples until they’re hardened peaks, then kiss my way down her stomach. I grab onto the dildo and slowly start to pull it out. She’s so tight I can feel the resistance when she clenches around it and moans, so I push it back in and her back arches.
“Fuck,” she huffs, her hands gripping tight onto the blankets. I grin and dip my head, sucking onto her thigh as I fuck her with this fucking dildo. I’d much rather it be my dick, but toying with her is way too fun.
I pull it all the way out and lick one long stroke up her pussy, dipping my tongue inside her and moaning at her taste. Her hand goes to my head and grips onto my hair, so I oblige by nuzzling my face into her core, sucking on her clit, licking her core, lapping up every sound that comes out of her.
The dildo’s soaked from her juices so I glide it over her tight hole, making her whole body go tense.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, but I don’t stop gently rubbing it over her entrance.
“Have you ever played down here?” I whisper, dipping my head and licking it, then rubbing my finger over it. She moans then tenses again, but when I rub it again she moans louder and shifts her hips towards me.
“No,” she pants. “Fuck,” she moans as I keep rubbing her. I slide the dildo in her pussy again, my tongue starts to flick her clit, and I let my fingers press lightly against her ass.
“Holy fuck,” she whines, her fists gripping onto my hair so hard it hurts, but I’m not about to let up. Especially since she’s never experienced ass play before.
I’ll warm her up to it.
Her hips pump up towards me and every time I push my finger harder against her puckered hole she moans louder.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” she pants, her body tightening, which is my sign.
I latch onto her clit with my teeth gently, flicking it with my tongue and slowly push my finger inside her ass, then pull it out making her scream.
So. Fucking. Loud.
Her entire body quakes, her thighs grip my head as she comes undone beneath me. I glance at her face while she unravels and something in my chest flops.
She’s fucking radiant.
I slowly pull the dildo out of her, making her whimper, then giggle as I rub it against her already very sensitive core.
“Fuck, Nico,” she pants, her head thrown back on the bed and eyes closed. She raises her hands and wiggles them in the air. “I can’t feel my fingers!” she says, laughing and I grin, making my way up her body until she’s pinned underneath me. Her eyes flutter open and when they hit mine, they’re more beautiful than I’ve ever seen. Which I wasn’t sure was even possible. “What did you just do to me?” she whispers, breathing hard and smiling so fucking bright.
“I believe it’s called ‘ruining you for any other man,’” I say, smirking and she groans, covering her face with her hands. “Hey,” I say, nudging her hand away with my face and resting my forehead on hers.
“I…you just…down there…” she stammers and I chuckle.
“And you loved it, no?”
“Oh my God, I did. I’m sad I’ve been missing it for this long,” she whispers, eyes wide. “Am I gross? Does that make me gross?” Panic starts lacing her features. My deep laughter rumbles through the room and I push my lips to hers.
“No fuckin
g way, Reagan. That makes you like ninety percent of the population that’s realized how fucking delicious anal play feels.”
She bites her lip and grins, then slams her lips to mine and with all of her force, manages to flip me over on the mattress and straddle me. She slides down my body and wraps her lips around me, taking me all the way to the back of her throat and I almost nut right then.
“Shit,” I puff, squeezing my eyes closed and forcing myself to make this last. I want to be buried deep inside her pussy when I come, but fuck her mouth feels like heaven. She sucks me, strokes me, and right as I feel the fucking orgasm start to betray me, she pops her mouth off and grins at me when I groan.
“We need a condom,” she whispers, lazily stroking my dick like I’m not about to come.
“Fuck,” I groan, waving my arms around because the whole room is starting to spin in the best way possible. “Pants. Wallet. Somewhere,” I manage to say, but my focus is only on her hand currently teasing my dick.
She hops off the bed and I shift up to leaning on my elbows, watching her ass as she bends over to grab my pants and pull my wallet out. She smirks back at me and wiggles her ass and I moan, gripping my dick.
She pulls the condom out and drops my wallet on top of my jeans. The way her hips sway on the way back to me puts a strain on my self-control. I want her to take control, but damn if it’s hard stopping myself from fucking her like I’ve wanted to all week.
She slides it on with practiced precision and straddles me, lifting herself right over me then biting her lip. My hands grip onto her thighs as she lowers herself onto me, one delicious fucking centimeter at a time.
“Fuck,” I huff. “Can you literally go any slower,” I whisper, trying my hardest not to push up into her in the one swift movement it’d take. She chuckles and shakes her head, lifting up slightly.
“My game,” she whispers, reaching her hand up and pinching her nipple and moaning as she starts to lower herself down onto me again.
“Your game is maddening,” I grunt, gritting my teeth and using every muscle in my body to stop myself from taking over.
“I mean, we can stop.” She shrugs, lifting up again and making us lose contact.
