The warm mess between my legs was a reminder that his fingers still knew how to do their job. It was either that, or the fact that it had been so long since a man touched me that I turned into a waterfall after thirty seconds of play.
Yikes.
But whatever.
This wasn’t a competition.
I wanted to come, so I did.
And kissing Reed? Getting on top of him? Feeling that thick pulse from inside his jeans…
Fine, it was all because of what he did to that douche who groped my ass.
Reed was a rock star. He sweated sex. He had the look. Our history flirted with my mind and body over what he could do to me. How good he felt inside me. Then he took the time to find Don and set that whole thing up…
You’re dumb, Abby.
So be it then.
I was dumb.
Reed made the turn to go into his driveway.
For all I knew, this was going to work out perfectly.
I could cock block him in a second.
I already came, remember?
That meant we could go inside and I could get a glass of his most expensive whiskey and drink it. Then I could wave my middle fingers at him and walk away, leaving him hard. He could go call some rock star whore to come suck him off while I slept just fine.
It all sounded too good to be true.
And it kind of was.
Because thinking that… it sort of made me jealous.
Jealous that he could just pass me by without a thought.
Oh, god, I hated him so much.
But yet…
Reed came to a stop at the front of the house.
I hurried to get off the motorcycle and away from Reed.
I took the helmet off and put it on the ground.
Reed climbed off the motorcycle and pointed to the front door.
I nodded.
Get a drink. Get him hard… or keep him hard because there was an obvious bulge in his jeans right now… why am I looking at the bulge? I can’t look away… fuck… back to the plan… get a drink… don’t look at his bulge… fuck…
I lifted my gaze and took a deep breath.
Reed moved toward me and his hands touched my face.
That bullshit rock star charm still kind of made my knees tremble.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
I grabbed his shirt.
He moved his hands from my face and nodded.
I jumped up off my feet and Reed caught me.
I wrapped my legs around him.
And I threw my entire plan away.
Fuck.
* * *
We kissed like we were teenagers trying to figure out how to kiss.
Turning our heads side to side. Our tongues colliding, backing off, colliding again. My lips overtaking his one second, then his lips doing the same to me the next.
As he walked us through the front door of his giant house, our lips bounced with each step.
I grabbed at his hair.
There was a faint voice in the back of my head yelling to me that I could still do my plan.
I could still fuck with him.
I could still leave him standing there with his cock hard.
I groaned and put my head back.
Reed’s tongue touched my neck.
An electric pulse shot down my neck to between my legs.
I began to ache again.
Throbbing with a desire that I knew couldn’t be left untouched.
This was going to happen.
This had to happen.
This needed to happen right now.
As we moved down a hallway, Reed turned and pushed me against the wall.
I groaned and grabbed for his shirt.
I wiggled and put my feet on the floor.
I stepped out of my shoes.
His shirt went up and he backed away so I could take it off.
His body looked like someone chiseled it each morning.
I fucking hated that he looked so good naked.
I hated it.
That damn V line that cut into his jeans could make the purest of women blush and feel filthy things.
My fingertips touched that V line and followed it.
He grabbed my shirt and lifted it up.
I opened his jeans.
He opened my jeans again.
I grabbed his face and jumped to kiss him.
He picked me up and we walked a few feet.
Then he turned and walked me to another wall.
My feet hit the floor and I slid my right hand into the front of his jeans.
When I touched his cock, I bit my lip.
I looked down and let my hand follow the hard length.
I curled my fingers over the thick head of his cock and pulled my hand back.
Reed then moved to one knee before me.
I looked down at him.
When he looked up at me… waterfall.
The back of my legs tightened all the way up to my butt.
My hips inched forward, knowing what he wanted to do to me.
He grabbed my jeans and panties and pulled them down in one quick move.
I stepped out of them and his right hand touched my thigh.
His left hand moved to my inner thigh as I parted my legs for him.
Everything was fast and wild.
Which was good.
There was no room or time for emotion or thought.
This was about need.
I needed him to…
His tongue lapped between my legs.
I shut my eyes and gasped.
There were no subtle and sweet moments with Reed.
He went in for the kill.
My right hand grabbed his hair as he thrust his tongue into me.
My toes curled as I drove my hips forward with force.
He buried his face between my legs, moving his hands to my ass.
He kneaded my skin, pulling me closer even though he was as close as he could be.
And he flirted with me.
He knew what I liked. He knew my spots. He knew how to take me to the edge and pull back.
That made me… well… it made me hate him even more.
I couldn’t just get off.
Reed was fucking with me.
But I didn’t stop him.
I couldn’t stop him.
It felt too fucking good to stop.
His tongue moving up and down against my body. His lips coming together, suckling, pulling away, making obviously loud noises that made me blush because it made me feel like we were doing something so wrong.
And when he wanted me to come, he just moved up enough and latched his lips to my clit.
The second he did that, the hallway started to spin.
I slapped my hands to the wall and shut my eyes.
The lower half of my body began to shake.
I groaned over and over, almost wishing I could come without such theatrics because I didn’t want Reed to get too full of himself.
But I couldn’t help it.
I lost myself for a minute or so as I came again.
Reed held me tight to his mouth, taking my pleasure as it came in waves.
He moved up and kissed my body up to my belly button.
He paused and flickered his tongue to make me giggle.
I pulled at his hair to get him away from me.
Again, I hated that he knew where to flick his tongue to tickle.
As he stood up, he looked at me, his eyes telling me he knew everything about me.
That was the scariest part of it all…
He scooped me up into his arms and carried me toward the bedroom.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He refused to stop grinning.
I looked over his shoulder and saw my clothes scattered across the hallway.
I shut my eyes and blushed.
I could still stop this from going too far.
Except I wanted more.
* *
*
Reed had the biggest bed I’d ever seen in my life.
It could easily fit five people or more.
That made my heart burn with jealousy.
I knew that the bed was used for that.
It was never just Reed sleeping in the sheets.
But I didn’t care.
Tonight it was my turn.
He lowered me down to the bed and I grabbed the back of his neck and brought him with me.
He reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra.
It was the last piece of clothing on my body.
A second later it was on the floor.
Reed dipped his mouth down to my chest.
I pushed my breasts together for him to enjoy.
His sloppy tongue ran left to right with speed, kissing from nipple to nipple.
His right hand touched between my legs where I was still extra sensitive.
I gasped and jumped.
Reed laughed.
“Shut up, Reed,” I groaned.
“You’re tender, honey,” he said. “Are you sure you can handle me?”
“Go put on a condom and see if you can handle me,” I said.
“Oh, that’s a challenge I’ll take,” he said.
He nibbled at my nipple and made my cry out.
I slapped at his face and he laughed again.
He walked to his nightstand and I rolled to my side.
I grabbed the back of his jeans and pulled them down.
He didn’t care.
And goddamn did he have a nice ass.
I hated that everything about one man could be so perfect.
I listened to him mess around with the condom wrapper.
Then he turned as he rolled it on his length.
I bit my lip at the sight of him.
It had been so long… yet it was still so familiar to me.
I ached in good ways and bad.
Reed moved onto the bed and cupped his hands under my ass.
He lifted me and slid me back on the bed.
It was strange being there with him.
All the hate I felt was matched with a sense of comfort.
It was comfortable being with him.
I knew he knew what to do.
I knew I was going to come again.
I knew what it all felt like…
Reed inched over my body.
I looked down and watched as his cock lined up to my entrance.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “Yes…”
“Beg for it, honey,” Reed said. “You haven’t had a cock like this in years. Admit it.”
“No shit, Reed,” I said. “Now just do it. Hurry.”
Reed pressed forward.
I was swollen from his fingers and tongue.
But I was more than ready for the rest of him.
As he broke me open, our eyes met again.
A split-second flicker - the kind that was needed to spark an intense fire - was there.
I turned my head and grabbed for a pillow.
I pulled it toward my mouth and bit at it as he moved deeper inside me.
Reed was being slow. Too slow. Acting as though I didn’t know what was going to happen or how it felt.
Tonight wasn’t about that kind of thing.
This was merely physical. This was that whole how great is hate sex thing he talked about.
I grabbed for his ass and dug my nails into his flesh.
“Now,” I groaned into the pillow.
“Look at me and fucking talk, honey,” Reed said.
He dipped his mouth down to my neck and kissed me hard.
He pulled at my skin and I threw my shoulder at him.
No way I was going to show up to work with a hickey on my neck.
Fuck that.
Especially from Reed.
I didn’t need some badge of honor because I was in bed with a rock star.
The regret would hit later and that would be enough.
I turned my head and Reed kissed me.
“Stop… going… slow…”
Those were the words I spit out in between kisses.
Reed thrust and there wasn’t an inch to spare.
My nails scratched from his firm ass down to the sheets.
My hips thrust at him while a part of my body begged for relief.
The pleasure and pressure of being full rippled through me.
Reed stayed there.
He kept kissing me.
His mouth inched to my ear. “How does that feel, honey?”
I tried to take a breath. “It’s okay…”
Reed laughed.
He knew what he was good at in life.
He knew how big he was.
He knew what he did to women, including me.
And, yes, I hated him for that too.
He still stayed in place, deep inside me, and he began to press harder at me.
I groaned.
“Come for me,” Reed whispered. “Then I’ll fuck you until I’m ready to come. Understand?”
“Reed…”
“That’s right,” he said. “Feel me, honey.”
Oh believe me, I could feel everything.
Reed kept to his word… staying inside me and refusing to move until I finished.
Not that it was a bad thing to experience at all.
My body ached and throbbed, seeking relief for just a second, but there was none.
The waterfall feeling began to rush again deep within my core.
He was actually making this happen…
“That’s right, honey,” Reed whispered. “I can feel you. You’re ready. Come all over me right now. Right now, Abby.”
When I heard my name slip from his mouth, that was it.
I climaxed and arched my back.
My eyes squeezed shut so hard they hurt.
My hips had a mind of their own as I began to buck at Reed.
That’s when he pulled himself free of me.
I let out a gasping yell that bounced off all the walls.
Heat flooded my cheeks.
Pleasure flooded between my legs.
My body kept rocking, waiting for Reed to take me again.
I lowered my back to the bed and looked down to find him on his knees, just watching me.
Watching as I writhed with pleasure.
My right hand shot forward and I took hold of his cock. He was slippery from me, and that turned me on even more. My toes curled again as I pulled at him.
Reed put his hands to my legs and curled his lip.
I bit my lip.
I wanted to take the condom off and feel him.
I wanted him to make a mess…
“Fuck it,” I whispered.
I stripped his perfect cock of the condom and flung it from the bed.
My hand pulled at him again, sliding up and down his steel length.
At the swollen head of his cock I twisted my hand and used my left hand to do the same.
He wasn’t the only one who knew the secret spots on a person’s body.
My left hand eased down to his thick root and I pumped.
My right hand stayed at his tip.
I felt him thickening some more, rocking back and forth, his eyes never leaving mine for a second.
“This is what you want, honey?” Reed asked.
“Shut up and go,” I said. “It’s my turn, Reed.”
Reed fell forward, his hands hitting the bed.
“No, Abby, it’s always my turn,” he said.
I opened my mouth to argue back but he kissed me.
He shut me up.
His mouth inched down to my chest.
At my left breast, he groaned and his teeth flirted with my nipple.
He pulled his cock away from my hands and touched between my legs again.
I gasped and grabbed at the sheets.
“Say it, honey,” Reed said.
“It’s okay,” I said. “Do it. We’re okay.”
Reed thrust forwar
d.
His hard cock, bare, moving in and out of me sent me right back over the edge again. The muscles in my legs and my stomach started to burn from clenching and releasing.
Who needs exercise… just jump into bed with a rock star…
Reed moved with speed and force.
His mouth moved from my one breast to the other.
Then he flickered his tongue up to my neck and stayed there.
“Almost time,” he said. “Be ready, honey.”
“I’m…”
I lost words.
Reed was right there.
He pulled himself away from my body and he grabbed my right hand and placed it to his cock.
One quick pull and he let go all over my stomach.
I gasped for breaths as I looked down and saw him making a mess.
The faster I moved my hand the more he came.
His hands were locked tight around sheets as he thrust at my hand.
That… may be the wildest bedroom moment for me, ever…
Like I was the one in control of Reed. Which always seemed to be impossible.
My hand slowed.
I was covered in… Reed…
I looked up at him and he came down at me to kiss me.
He pressed his body against mine, against his own mess of pleasure, and he didn’t care.
I needed to stop kissing him though.
Before it was too late.
We both came.
The night was over.
Any kissing after coming was… about feelings.
There could never be feelings again with Reed.
I hated him.
He was good in bed.
End of discussion.
Reed broke the kiss.
And I went in for one more kiss.
15
REED
We slept on opposite sides of the bed.
Well, Abby crashed hard.
I didn’t.
I ended up sitting on the edge of the bed for a little while.
Staring down at my own dick, wondering which head I was going to think with going forward.
Abby was always…
Fuck. She was Abby.
She was her own kind of person.
From the day I met her, she just wanted to be wild and free.
I never tried to contain her or anything like that, but she and I just gravitated to one another.
Until we didn’t.
It took a couple shots of whiskey to shut my mind off and I dozed off for a little while.
I woke up well before Abby and had my morning drink.
Sometimes it was needed.
And when I saw Abby on her back in my bed with my covers on her body… I needed a shot of whiskey for breakfast.
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