by JC Harroway
‘I’ve fantasised about you in every conceivable location.’ Before I have a chance to tug his smug mouth back to mine, his hand slips along my thigh, heading north in the way he’s tortured me throughout dinner.
‘Oh, no. No way. There’ll be no more teasing.’ I spread my thighs, wriggling my dress up around my waist, until they’re wide enough that he slots into place, his erection pressed up snug where I need him the most.
I reach for his fly, tugging while I kiss him, and giggle because his face is wreathed in amusement. It’s not funny, but his smile is boyish, reminding me of a younger Reid—and seriously infectious. I grind my hips against his steely length. ‘I need you now.’ I look around for my clutch bag, where I’d stowed a condom before leaving the house.
Reid rears back, his hands grasping both my wrists and pressing them beside me on the seat. ‘I fucking love your eagerness...’ He rubs his lips over mine, his tongue a tease. ‘But I’m still hungry.’ The grin he shoots me steals my breath.
He keeps me pinned by the hands while he slides to his knees between my spread thighs. I’m light-headed, on fire, every inch of me alive with sparks. If he touches me with his mouth, I’m sure death will be imminent. But if he doesn’t...either way I’m not long for this world.
‘I thought I was giving you head...’ I manage to say.
‘Maybe later. But first I want to see exactly what’s under here, up close and personal.’ He releases my hands and spreads my thighs another few inches so he can wedge his broad shoulders between my knees. My thighs quake. I suck in ragged gasps, trying to contain the frenzy inside—one of his creation and one only he can quench.
Then the anticipation falters with a fizzle and a final pop.
Josh never went down on me. He always seemed eager for the main event, and I stupidly believed he was so crazy for me he couldn’t wait. Stupid, naive Blair. The kick of shame slams into my ribs, stealing my breath, and I tense my thighs, preparing to push Reid away.
At his resistance, I look down, convinced this is too good to be happening and furious I still have unresolved Josh-related issues threatening to sour my delicious deal with Reid.
Reid grins up at me, his face alive with need as he shrugs out of his jacket and pushes up his shirtsleeves as if he’s taking this very seriously.
Fuck, that’s hot.
‘Tell me to taste you.’ His wicked eyes gleam as he kisses one knee.
I’m struck speechless by lust and lingering ripples of doubt. I don’t think I can speak.
His mouth grazes my other thigh, lazily waiting as if he has all the time in the world, while his eyes dance with excitement.
He wants the words, wants my wildest imaginings.
‘Taste me,’ I croak, collapsing under the weight of his evident arousal. ‘Make me come with your mouth—no one else ever has.’
He grins. ‘Ah, I love a challenge.’
I bite back how I’m certain he can pull it off—this man could probably make me go off just by looking at me.
‘Don’t make too much noise,’ he stage-whispers. ‘We don’t want Terry to know what’s going on.’ Reid looks like he doesn’t give a shit if Terry has a front-row seat and eats popcorn, and that extra trill of excitement sets me aflame until I melt into the seat.
‘Stop talking.’ I want so much more from the sensual mouth he’s slowly dragging up one of my thighs.
‘Whatever you say.’ He smiles, wraps an arm around my hips and drags me to the edge of the seat. At the same time, I cup my hand around the back of his neck and guide him forward with a whimper of desperation I can no longer hold inside.
Then his mouth is on me, and my vision tunnels as a gasp is sucked up from my lungs. I’m so busy absorbing the shock of pleasure when he spears his tongue inside then alternates with swirls and flicks over my swollen clit that I forget to breathe, and the roof of the car hazes out of focus as my lungs scream.
It’s the best moment of my life.
Reid’s sexy grunts of pleasure break the tension. I suck in a huge breath and look down to where he’s eating me out with voracious appetite, stark hunger in his stare. He smiles up at me, wicked delight etched in every plane of his handsome face.
‘Oh...my...’ My throat closes.
My chest heaves, every fear confirmed. I have been short-changed. Served watery, lumpy mashed potato versus loaded French fries, unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
I open my eyes to make sure he’s real.
He looks up, grinning again as he slides his fingers inside, stealing the last of my doubts. This is going to happen. This is my fantasy come true. I’m going to come on his mouth with him watching me. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.
I let go completely, lift my thigh over his shoulder and grind my hips, riding his face with abandon. Another cry rips from me and I come, my back arched so my head presses into the seat behind and my hands brace—one flat on the widow and one in Reid’s hair.
O... M... G...
He hums a long, low sound that tells me he’s as pleased with himself as I am. I drag the last shudders from my body by jerking my hips against his mouth and then push him away, the pleasure finally unbearable.
He tugs my dress down my thighs and sits beside where I’m still partially sprawled. But seriously, after that...am I really expected to move?
‘Well, that was worth the wait. How did it live up to the fantasy?’ His smile floods me with renewed heat, and a niggle of concern that I might be in over my head where this intense intimacy with Reid is concerned. After all, my feelings, although immature, once carried that all-consuming quality only a youthful infatuation can. I’ll need to stay on my guard and keep everything but the pleasure off the table. One look at him and the strong desire to gorge myself on Reid Faulkner until neither of us can stand helps to set my mind back on the correct track.
‘It was okay for an old guy,’ I lie, reaching for him to kiss the self-satisfied smirk from his lips as he laughs at my outrageous jibe. Can’t have him getting too cocky. And then I keep going, dragging my mouth along his jaw and down his neck while I grapple once more with his trousers. ‘Time to return the favour.’
Reid cups my face, bringing my eyes back to his.
‘Much as that is a fucking awesome idea—’ he wipes my lips with the pad of his thumb ‘—we’re here.’
I look up to see we are indeed slowing, pulling off the road and driving into an underground garage.
‘To be continued?’
CHAPTER FIVE
Reid
I’VE NO TIME to ask her what her slight hesitation in the car was about because the minute the door closes she spins to face me, yanks my neck down and pushes her tongue against mine. I’d never admit it aloud, but keeping up with her vast collection of fantasies could prove too much for me, as ancient as I am, not that I won’t die trying, of course. And I can’t stop touching her, my hands and mouth desperate to explore every inch until we know Blair Cameron thoroughly and completely.
And I’m a perfectionist, not content to simply cruise—I want to get inside her head, I want to push her to her limit and I want her so sexually sated that I’m the only man on her mind, no room for hesitations, old or not.
I sling one arm under her arse as she grips my waist with her thighs and head for the bedroom. She tugs my hair, tilting my head back, and my mind scrambles for the nearest flat surface—we’re not going to make it to the bedroom, which is upstairs but may as well be on the moon.
Strung taut by my own pledge, I carry her across the hall and kick open the door to the nearest room, almost dropping her, she’s writhing so much. It’s my home office, not the most practical, but the floor is carpeted and there’s a chesterfield sofa in one corner, which is where I head.
‘I’m sorry—you’re too fucking sexy. This will have to do.’ The minute I release
her she slides to her feet.
I slide my hand down her bare arm, allowing it to linger palm-to-palm for a few beats. I’m rewarded with the flex of her fingers against mine. The barest of handholds.
‘Why don’t you strip for me, gorgeous? I want to see all of you.’ I go first, shrugging off my jacket and unbuckling my belt.
‘You first—keep going. I want to see what I’ve only felt up to now. See if it’s as good as I’ve imagined.’
I grin—she’s irresistible. ‘I thought I was in the driving seat?’ I unbutton my shirt. Us naked is a win-win for us, whoever goes first.
‘You are.’ She kicks off her shoes. ‘Sorry. Habit, I guess, and eagerness to have that bad boy in my mouth.’ Her stare drops to my crotch as she thrusts her clutch bag my way. ‘There’s a condom inside.’ She scoops her dress up and off and, before I’ve even had the chance to take in her dark nipples and the strip of hair between her thighs I’d felt earlier, she’s up close, attacking my fly once more.
I take her hand, stilling her hurried tugging, and press her palm over my erection so she feels the pulsing of my dick that’s all for her. ‘I love your enthusiasm, but I’ve got this.’ I toss down the clutch bag and retrieve my own condom stash from the pocket of my trousers, pulling off my shirt.
‘Sorry.’ She chuckles. ‘I’ve just waited so long. I just want to make sure you don’t run away before I’ve had my wicked way with you. All of you.’
I grin, the picture she paints fuelling my libido, not that it needs any help.
My greedy eyes scour her nakedness and I can’t help reaching out to cup one perfect breast, my thumb tracing the nipple dragging another shudder from her. ‘You’re so fucking sexy.’ What is she doing here? Thank fuck I didn’t say that out loud.
She drags her bottom lip under her teeth, her eyes wide and glazed with affirming lust. I suck in some air and force my overexcited body back from the brink, determined to show her a good time, as promised, even if it means taking this at a pace abhorrent to my restless body. But first I need to get into her head.
‘I promise your patience will be rewarded,’ I say.
Her eyes flare, a mix of turned-on and vulnerable. ‘I know—I just...this is the first time I’ve been intimate with a man since...’
I nod. ‘I understand.’ That she’s comfortable telling me about her ex’s betrayal adds another layer of respect for her to what I’m already feeling. That she’s comfortable enough to tease me about our age gap leaves me feeling as alive as if I’m touching her, kissing her. Alive like I haven’t felt in years...
She shudders out a sigh. ‘A year is a long time.’
I step close. ‘A lifetime. And, as you’ve pointed out, I’m older than you, don’t forget. I’m struggling to keep up with that insatiably filthy mind of yours.’
Her teeth take another tug on that full bottom lip, a small smile playing there as her stare drops to my straining fly. ‘I’m sure you’ll do just fine, although if it were up to me you’d already be inside me.’ She blurts out a laugh, covering her mouth with one hand. And I grin with her—the fact that we can lighten such an intense moment for her into a shared joke sending me soaring.
‘You’re so forthright and demanding.’ How can I resist her when just her smile punches a hole through my chest?
‘You’re so hot, and hung. Stop talking.’
I obey, my libido grateful for the change of pace, and open my fly. I watch her face as I release myself with a sigh, my hand lingering for a lazy pump or two. Of course, my eager dick is done waiting and needs appeasing.
Her pupils flare with excitement.
‘You like that?’ I ask, certain of the answer.
‘Yes.’ She watches me stroke myself, short pants lifting her breasts, and then she drops to her knees, not even bothering to free me fully from my boxers before she wraps that luscious mouth around the head of my cock and moans, as if her need to taste me matches my need to have another taste of her sweetness.
I bite back the intense surge of pleasure at her heated mouth engulfing me. I guess we’re still battling for control of the steering wheel. But if it feels this good, I’m happy to concede some of the time. The sight of her mouth on me burns into my retinas, smashing every tepid fantasy from my mind like blows from a baseball bat. I wasn’t lying this morning—I’ve fantasised about her too, never imagining she’d ever reciprocate my attraction. Never imagining I’d get a shot with someone as astounding, jaded as I am.
I tangle my hands in her hair and hold the air trapped in my lungs while I rock my hips in time with the bobbing of her head. She looks up at me while she’s sucking, a smile on her face and her eyes wicked. It’s taking every shred of control I possess not to blow at the sight. It’s a good thing we’re just fucking—a woman like her could seriously threaten my single status if I was in the market for more. Wonderful woman could be made for me...
I cup her cheek, forcing my stare to stay on hers when the view of my cock disappearing past those lips is so tempting. I focus on sensation, grunting again when I touch the back of her throat and she hums, the vibration of the sound jerking new thrills alive along my length.
‘That feels so good.’ I widen my feet; clench my arse. ‘You look beautiful with your mouth on me.’ My voice breaks as her pupils dilate and her eyelids droop.
When she cups my balls, her fingers sliding behind to press down on my perineum, I grip her shoulders, pushing her back before I reach the point of no return and empty myself down her throat.
Fuck, where did she learn that trick?
‘Not yet.’ I drag her to a standing position and ease her back onto the sofa. ‘You need to come one more time, first.’
She squeaks out a protest as I hand her the condom and shed the last of my clothing.
‘I’m not sure I can. This is way better than my fantasies.’ She wipes her swollen lips.
I grin—it’s becoming a permanent look on me. ‘I’m sure you can. I’d put money on it, because I’m going to make you, and then I’m going to come too, inside you.’ I fist my attention-greedy cock, tugging faster when she stares with her lips parted around pants of excitement. I want to roll my eyes closed but the look on her face, her stare bouncing between my face and my cock, still shiny with her saliva, in my hand... I can’t miss one second.
She whimpers, her own hand dropping between her legs, fingers pressing between her clenched thighs. ‘Reid...’
I snatch my hand away before it’s too late. She’s too hot, too tempting and I want to come inside that tight haven that awaits me between her legs. I step close and she tears into the condom. When I’m covered I splay her back into the leather and kneel between her thighs, my mouth diving for one taut, straining nipple.
She cries my name as I suck the peak with everything I have. She’s greedy, wrapping her legs around my waist, her hips lifting to grind her clit against my erection. I press her nipple to the back of my teeth and slide the head of my cock through her wet folds until she’s moaning and whimpering, her eyes desperately clinging as well as her hands.
Releasing her nipple with drawn-out suction, I grip the base of my erection and line myself up with her drenched entrance. ‘I’m sorry it’s not a bed, but I need to be inside you now.’
She nods, eyes almost frantic with want. ‘Yes... I don’t care. This is perfect.’
My throat closes. She’s perfect.
I angle the head of my cock inside her.
She tenses and I freeze, braced just outside the gates of paradise.
I grit my teeth. ‘Everything okay?’
‘Yes. It’s just...you’re...massive.’
I kiss her, tempering my grin and finding her clit with my thumb to remind her this is about our pleasure. ‘Why, thanks.’
She smiles, shifting something in my chest. ‘I kind of wish I’d known all this time—perhaps I’d hav
e worked up the courage to jump you sooner.’
My ego inflates, even as I chuckle at the picture she paints, and I rub her clit and tongue that nipple once more, rewarding her honesty with as much pleasure as I can. She gifts the end of my cock with another gush of heat. I gather every scrap of willpower I possess to hold still. ‘I’ll go slow. At first.’ I rub my thumb in a slow circle, loving the way she gasps and her pupils dilate as she looks up at me. ‘And I have the feeling you and I are going to slot together perfectly.’
She nods, her trust pinching my ribs. Her hands find the cheeks of my arse and together we guide me home into her tight heat, our stares locked. We groan together, the wait worth it for the look of ecstasy on her face alone.
‘You okay?’ I pause, buried to the hilt, ensuring she’s with me, even as my need roars so loudly in my chest I’m surprised I’m not sporting a mane and a mouth full of canines. But my patience is a brittle thread.
‘Yes. This is better than I imagined.’ Her eyes are wide, her voice breathy, and my chest fills with pride and longing to make this a night she’ll never forget.
‘Tell me. I need to hear that pretty mouth say the words. It’s your fantasy after all.’ I trace her bottom lip and she darts out her tongue, laving the pad of my fingertip.
‘Fuck me, Reid. Don’t hold back.’
‘I can’t—I want you too badly.’ Her internal muscles squeeze me so I have to bite my tongue and recite in my head the one Shakespeare speech I learned at school to stave off the rush of pleasure. I dive once more for her nipple, alternating sucks and licks with plundering kisses, while I rock into her slowly at first, again and again. I brace myself on one arm, guiding her hand between our bodies. ‘Touch yourself.’
Her fingers move on her clit and my free hand returns to her nipple, strumming in time with the frequency of her frantic breaths and choppy moans.
Only when I feel her tighten on my cock do I let go, powering into her until she climaxes with a cry, her nails digging into my hip.
