“Definitely not.”
“I could take you.”
“I’m good.”
He began to laugh. “The look on your face is priceless. Katy told me I had to ask and make sure you were protecting Becca.” He clapped my shoulder. “You’re good, Reid.”
I was grateful to see Katy and Becca return to the table.
“I never want to discuss this with you again.”
He winked. “Noted.”
Becca sat beside me. “Are you okay, Reid? You look a little flushed.”
“Yep. I’m fine.”
Richard chuckled, pressing a kiss to Katy’s cheek.
“My work is done,” he stated.
He deserved the sharp kick to his ankle I gave him.
Becca and I had lunch daily. When I saw her in the evenings, I often stopped for coffee and to pick up whatever flowers caught my eye that day. Eleanor, the old woman at the corner store, always had a bright smile and a small, perfect bunch or stem ready to hand me. I loved seeing the look of delight when I would hand Becca the flowers. She insisted her apartment was looking like a flower shop, but she never asked me to stop. I was happy knowing she had fresh flowers all the time and that she thought of me when she saw them.
Every time we were together, I grew more comfortable. With myself. With her. With us. I felt as if I were right where I belonged. Something I had never experienced in my life.
I arranged with Becca to take her out on Saturday. We spent the afternoon exploring St. Lawrence Market and walking around Chinatown. I took her to my favorite dim sum place for lunch, and we stuffed ourselves on dumplings and sipped fragrant tea in the busy, boisterous restaurant. After taking all our purchases to her apartment, we went to an early movie and had a casual dinner at a local tapas bistro.
We walked to her place, stopping to get ice cream. We paused every few feet and traded cones, and I’d brush a kiss to her lips. Then we continued, our fingers entwined, enjoying the night.
I had never known the contentment I felt spending time with Becca. Everything in me eased, and the world around me seemed brighter. I realized it was the first time in my life I wasn’t lonely. The power of those words made me tuck her closer and press a kiss to her head in silent gratitude. She responded by squeezing my hip, knowing that sometimes we didn’t need words. She always understood.
We reached her apartment building, and I hesitated. Becca wasn’t a night owl like me. She preferred to be in bed early, and it was already ten and we’d been together almost all day. I knew she had to be tired. Maybe she wanted me to get the bags I had left earlier and leave. I stopped on the steps, peering down at her.
She grinned at me, tugging on my hand. “It’s early, Reid. Come upstairs.”
“Are you sure?”
She tugged again. “Come on. I baked cookies this morning. I was saving them for tonight.”
I raced ahead of her. She made the best cookies.
In her apartment, I sat on the sofa. She sat beside me, grinning as I munched on the peanut butter cookies.
“Best ever,” I mumbled around a mouthful.
“I tried a new recipe.”
“It’s a keeper.”
“You want to watch another movie?”
“Are you sure you’re not too tired?”
“I’m a bit sleepy, but I want you to stay.”
That was all I needed to hear. “Okay.”
She had purchased a TV, and I had set everything up for her. Smiling, she handed me the remote.
“You pick.”
I scanned Netflix, choosing a film I knew she would like. I didn’t really care what we watched. As long as I was there with her, I wasn’t alone in my apartment. I settled back on the sofa and put a cushion on my lap, patting it in invitation.
She eyed me skeptically. “I’ll fall asleep for sure.”
“I don’t mind.”
She curled up, resting her head on my knee. Awkwardly, I tried to pull her hair loose, but I gave up before I hurt her. With a laugh, she pulled out the clip, letting the long, dark waves fall around her shoulders. I ran my fingers through her hair, loving how silky it felt.
Becca sighed, contented. “That feels so good.”
I kept stroking her head, and I knew when she fell asleep; her body relaxed and her breathing became deep and even. I let her rest, changing the channel to the news and watching the TV for a while. She shifted, stretched, and curled back up, rolling onto her back. The action caused her shirt to pull tightly over her breasts. The material was thin, almost translucent in the light. The top few buttons had come undone and the lace trim of her camisole peeked out. Fascinated, I stared at the rounded flesh of her breasts—creamy and inviting. My fingers itched to touch them, but I knew I couldn’t. She shifted, her brow furrowed, and she huffed out a long breath, then murmured my name.
“Reid.”
The sound was plaintive, almost pleading.
Was she dreaming of me?
I leaned down, running my fingers along her collarbone. “I’m here, Becca.”
She grasped my fingers, pulled my arm across her chest, and laid her hand on top of mine, resting them on her breast.
Her warm, full breast fit into my hand as if it were made to be there. I tried to remain still, not to flex my fingers, and to tell my cock to stop getting hard.
I failed.
Her breast felt fantastic in my hand. I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth. Becca made a noise low in her throat, making my cock twitch and my fingers flex. It was all I could do not to whimper when I realized her nipple was now a hard bud under my palm.
God, I wanted her.
I shifted, hunching over her. She was so pretty with her dark hair and creamy skin. When she slept, her mouth opened, the edge of her pink tongue resting on her bottom lip. The urge to kiss her was driving me crazy. I didn’t know how I had existed before Becca. Kissing her was a drug to me. I wanted it. I craved it.
Her eyes fluttered open and met mine. She glanced down to where my hand rested. I waited for her to get angry and tell me off. Instead, she lifted her eyebrow.
“Did I do that?”
“Yes.”
She bit her lip, her voice becoming lower, breathy. “Did you like it?”
“Jesus, yes.”
I didn’t know who moved first. One minute she was lying down, the next, I was on top of her on the sofa. Our mouths fused together in messy, passionate kisses. Our teeth clashed, tongues dueled, and we moaned and clung to each other. I was desperate to feel her, needing her as close as possible. I pulled her tight, shouting as the sofa disappeared and I thudded to the floor, Becca on top of me.
She stared, her eyes wide.
“We fell off.”
Chuckling, I moved her hair off her face and cupped her cheeks. “Yes, we did.”
She pushed up on her arms, her chest molded to me. The action brought her hips flush with mine, making me hiss as my erection became trapped between us.
Her face lifted, and she met my eyes.
“Is that for me?”
“Always.”
She shifted, rubbing against me. “Are you often this way?”
“Only every time I see you.”
She sat up, straddling me.
Without thinking, I gripped her hips. “Becca,” I warned, the sensation overwhelming.
She rolled her hips. “You like how that feels, Reid?”
All I could do was moan.
She lowered herself to my mouth, her warm breath washing over my face. “Maybe we need to explore this.”
Explore.
Yes. I wanted to explore her. Everywhere.
In one fluid move, she was on her feet. She extended her hand, and I took it, pulling myself up. We stood, our eyes locked.
“Do you want this?” she whispered. “You want me?”
Bravely, I grabbed her hand and cupped my erection. “What do you think?”
Her fingers spread wide, teasing my length. “I think we need
to go to my bedroom.”
I ran my hand over her head and rested it on her neck, feeling her rapid pulse.
“I-I’ve never . . . I’m not sure . . .”
She lifted up on her toes, her mouth light on mine. “I know, baby. Let me show you.”
I followed her to her room, nerves overtaking me. Regardless of how I quipped or made fun of myself, I wanted to be good for her. Making love with Becca was significant—for each of us.
In her room, she turned on the small, bedside lamp to a dim glow. She turned to me, lacing our fingers together.
“Are you sure?”
I pulled a hand through my hair. “This is all wrong, isn’t it? It should be me asking you. I should know what I’m doing.”
She grabbed my hand, pulling it to her chest. “No, Reid, this is perfect.”
She inched closer, ran her hand up my neck, and pulled my face to hers. “I want to be your first.” She kissed my cheek. “I want you to use me, to learn.” She ran her lips to my ear, tugging on the lobe, and making me shudder.
“I want you to be more than my first,” I admitted.
“Oh yes, Reid.” She laughed, the sound low and sultry in the room. “I’ll be your first, your last, and everything in between. Count on it.”
Then she kissed me, and I let her take control. It was no longer messy or frantic. It was deep, emotional, and sexy as hell. She explored my mouth, the taste of her filling my head. I yanked her tight to my chest, letting her consume me. Our tongues danced, sliding sensuously together. She licked and nipped at my lips. I teased the roof of her mouth and tilted my head to give her access to mine. Anything she wanted, she could have.
She bunched my shirt in her fist, tugging on the material. With a groan, I broke away, yanking it over my head and sending it flying behind me. I fingered the bottom of her T-shirt, and when she nodded, I tugged it off. Her rapid breathing made her breasts move, and I reached out, cupping them in my hand. She stepped back, took off her camisole, and pulled down her jeans, kicking them to the side. She stood before me in nothing but a thong.
A tiny, pink thong.
My cock jerked. My mouth watered. My hands clenched into fists. My breathing became gasps as she reached for my belt, unzipped me, and pushed off my jeans.
Her eyes widened. “You’re commando.”
I found my voice. “I usually am.”
“Your cock . . .” Her voice trailed off.
“What?” I asked in a strangled voice. Did she not like what she saw?
Her hand wrapped around me, stroking gently. “So big,” she whispered, moving closer. “So beautiful.” She added her other hand, twisting her fingers slightly, making me groan. “So, so big.”
She lifted her face, brushing her mouth on mine. “Tell me what you want, Reid.”
“You,” I growled. “Naked on your bed.”
“What do you want to do to me?”
“Everything.”
She stepped back, perching on the mattress. Her hands slid to her hips, but I shook my head. “No. I want to do that. I want to get you naked.”
She eased herself to the middle of the mattress, opening her arms.
“You can have whatever you want. Do whatever you want to do.”
I slid my fingers into the lace by her hips, drawing the pink satin down her legs. She lay before me, naked and perfect. She drew up her knees, smiling coquettishly. “Ask me, Reid.”
I swallowed the dryness in my throat. “Open your legs, Becca.”
I almost fell to my knees as her legs opened and I saw her fully for the first time.
“Exquisite.”
Her position was relaxed, her expression playful, except she was anything but. Her breasts heaved as she drew in deep breaths, her hands curled into fists on the blankets, and I saw the slight tremor to her body.
Somehow knowing she was nervous as well helped settle my own nerves. I crawled onto the mattress, sliding between her thighs. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
“Touch me, Reid.”
I lowered my head, kissing her skin. I never lingered in one place, my mouth gliding over the satin of her, exploring and tasting. I wanted to feast on her. Lay claim to every inch of her.
The nape of her neck was warm and salty, and her shoulders tasted like honey. Her nipples tautened into hard buds under my tongue, the feel of them an aphrodisiac. I sucked and licked, playing with one breast then the other, listening to her reactions, learning her noises. She loved it when I scraped my teeth on the peak and sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the bud to ease the sting. She was ticklish when I trailed my tongue down her arm, giggling when I nipped at the soft skin of her inner elbow and wrist.
She arched and writhed the lower I went. Her hips filled my hands, and I licked a path between them. I sat back, pushing open her thighs, my focus entirely on her pussy. She was bare, pink, wet, and glistening.
“I want to touch you,” I whispered.
“Yes. I want you to.”
I met her lust-filled gaze. “Not only with my fingers.”
Her eyes widened. “Yes.”
“I’ve never done this.”
“I know.”
“I want this to be good for you.”
She sat up, placing her hand over my heart. “It will be, because it’s you. It’s us.”
“I’m a fast learner,” I assured her.
She smiled. “I have to learn you as well.”
Her words only made me harder. I wanted her to learn me. All of me.
Covering her mouth with mine, I eased her back to the mattress, kissing her until we were breathless.
“Tell me if I do something wrong.”
Becca
He looked so nervous. So intense. So sexy. His hair was disheveled, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed. He was lean but muscular, his arms toned from his workouts, and his chest scattered with dark hairs. His waist was narrow, his V, sharp and defined.
And his cock.
Thick and heavy. Hard and erect. Huge. The head glistened with his excitement, almost purple with the massive size of his uncut erection. I was desperate to touch and taste, to feel how he would fill me, but I knew how important the first time was to him. How much he wanted it to be good for me, so I had to let him set the pace. We had already discussed birth control. I was covered, and since he had never been with anyone, he was clean. I had bought condoms and had them in my nightstand, but I didn’t care if we used them. I wanted to feel him—all of him.
Never had anyone looked at me the way Reid did. Desperate and wanting. Filled with need and longing. His hazel eyes glittered in the dim light, his full mouth pursed as he slid down my body. Knowing he was that close to my most intimate place, that he was finally going to touch me, made me wetter than I had been. Ever.
He looked at me, then lowered his gaze. I felt the gentle, tentative touch of his finger. I was already so turned on that I inhaled hard at the sensation. He touched again, gliding over my hard bud. My hips flew up of their own accord and I whimpered his name.
He chuckled, quiet but raspy. “Oh, Becca. I love how you feel. So soft.” His voice dropped. “Wet.”
One finger became two, and he became braver—exploring, feeling, touching.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
He met my eyes. “You are every fantasy I’ve ever had come true, right here. If there was nothing else, I’d be happy for life.”
“We have all night. You can have everything.”
He closed his eyes and sighed. He lowered his head, and I felt the first light touch of his mouth on me.
I gasped.
He groaned.
He pushed forward, covering me with his lips. Moments later, Reid Fucking Matthews proved how fast a learner he was. His mouth was wicked, his tongue talented. Pleasure racked my body as he sucked and teased. Slid his long finger inside me, then added another. Strummed my clit, humming against the sensiti
ve nub, making me quiver.
He was a natural at it.
He began to consume me, everywhere he touched on fire. Sparks shot through my body, shivers sweeping over me.
I began to stiffen, my orgasm bearing down on me. I cried out his name, gripped the back of his head, pleading and begging. For what, I had no idea, but Reid did. He pressed harder, his fingers stroking me exactly where I needed them.
I exploded, crying, gasping, spasming around his mouth. Calling his name, I arched my back as I gripped the comforter, needing something to anchor myself to the bed.
Reid gentled his mouth, turning his head to the side, kissing my thigh. He caressed my torso with his hands, soothing and soft. Laying his head on my stomach, he kissed my skin, then slid his hands under me, holding me close, letting me recover. He glanced up, pleased, arching one eyebrow.
“Okay, then?”
I grinned. “Epic.” Then I surprised him. Sitting up, I pushed him back to the mattress. His erection stood straight and proud.
“I think it’s my turn.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, lifting up on his elbows. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
I trailed a finger up his shaft, teasing the crown. “You don’t want my mouth on you?”
“I’m not sure I’ll last.” He swallowed. “I want to be inside you the first time I come.”
“You will be.” I hovered over him. “Just a taste.” I wrapped my hand around the steel of him. “You wouldn’t deny me one taste of your cock, would you?”
“Jesus,” he said and panted. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I opened my mouth and slid him in. He was musky, salty, and perfect. I licked and teased, taking in as much of him as I could. Our eyes locked, his gaze riveted on the way his cock looked gliding in and out of my mouth.
“You look so sexy.” He trailed a finger over my cheek. “My cock in your mouth. The way your tongue feels . . .” His head fell back with a long moan. “Becca, please, baby. You need to stop.”
I released his cock with a final lick.
I crawled up his legs, straddling him. “Like this?”
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