by V. Theia
He took over then, grunting, he held both sides of her face and started moving with her snake-like stroke of tongue. Fingers touched under her chin and he tipped her face up to look at him. No words were needed, and he pushed forward, almost hitting the back of her throat.
Whoa, she blinked back tears at the surprise. Not bad, different.. new, the second time he did it, she was ready and swallowed right on cue. Reaper groaned so loud and arched his thick neck back, the veins standing out of his skin.
“Paige… baby, can’t… it’s too good. Let me come on you.”
She had no notion of how long she’d been on her knees, or even how she’d gotten there, but she loved the view of looking up at him.
Humming, Paige released the bulk of his cock, her fingers still rimming the very base of him in a twisted motion, her hand knowing just what he needed, but it was Reaper who took over again, brushing her hair aside over a shoulder and tipped her chin up higher again.
“Lift your shirt, baby. I’m about to lose it.” He showed her how much when he took control of his cock and dragged it roughly through his palm over and over.
She was so turned on. So wet, that when she sat back on her heels, her thighs automatically squeezed together to help the ache.
He noticed; his eyes dilated. He stroked harder as she lifted her cotton shirt.
“Paige.. please, baby.”
God, that gravel was seductive.
“Damn. You’re a dream, this has to be a dream, baby.”
“I’m real and you’re real, Reaper.” She placed both hands on his upper thighs, arched her back so she was presenting him with her full breasts for him to spill on to and then told him. “Give me what you’ve got, come on, biker, show me.”
His unrehearsed chuckle, heavy with intent, licked her all over, it was so sexy and as their eyes locked he got rough with himself and rubbed out his pleasure all over her chest.
When she regained her breath and she’d cleaned up, she chanced a side glance. “I’ll do better next time,” cheeks red. “I didn’t think I’d choke like that; you’re flipping huge.”
When he laughed she felt ninety degrees of mortification and wished the words back, but he wouldn’t let her hide.
“Baby, do you hear yourself? You literally said my dick was so big you choked.” She didn’t understand why he was smiling like that when she was ten levels of mortified. “I can’t think of a better compliment, so stop hiding your pretty face from me and get back in my lap so I can hold you and tell you everything is more than okay.”
* * *
Woozy, he knew the pills would kick into his system any time now, but desire overrode anything else Reaper was feeling. No pain, no reservation, just deep… hot…need, he was buzzing with euphoria, still seeing her on her knees sucking down his dick.
He was weak, so weak for her.
“I want to kiss those fucking lips. To have the right to kiss, bite, suck and fucking devour them, Paige.”
He needed to shut his damn mouth is what he needed to do but it all poured out of him, with his forehead to hers, their breaths mingled and her eyelids shadowing at half-mast. He was too far gone to care about his reasons anymore. He wanted her, badly. “God, the things I want to do to you, Paige.”
When she inhaled, he thought he’d gone too far.
She couldn’t not feel how he wanted it. It was pressed hard into her leg.
Beneath him, he felt her fingers move over his waist. “What—what things? Tell me.”
Fuck. Fuck.
“They’re sinful things, Paige. Wicked and dirty. They’re so bad, I want you to remember it every single day of your life. I want you begging me for more, to make you as sinful as I feel when I look at you.”
“Reaper…” His name sounded like a plea; one he was fighting against listening to. She pressed her lips to his again. An innocent touch and he was ready to blow.
“Oh, fuck,” Reaper groaned as she rubbed herself against his too-hard-ready-to-blow dick. Her motions were hurried and eager as she stroked like a cat in heat, grinding her lower half, and his chest felt like a balloon thanks to all the surprised air he was gulping in.
A smile from her lips touched his, then her teeth tugged on the corner lip ring and started to grab at his shirt while he held her up with his hands under her little butt, so she’d go on grinding his crotch.
She wanted to be touched and Reaper’s brains nearly detonated into several thousand chunks because that was all he wanted to do. Touch her all over.
Shit. He’d already gone too far, and the world didn’t end, now he had every intention of indulging her in everything she wanted.
Mouth, lush and pliant, inviting him, downright perfect as he worked it with his needy tongue from one corner to the other. She moaned, then popped her hips into his, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
He needed some part of himself inside some part of Paige, before he went insane altogether. He’d been dangerously close to that edge for years but feeling her writhing and letting go of those raspy little sounds was going to send him to the funny farm, as his dad called it, if he couldn’t fuck her soon.
Dizziness swam behind his eyes.
“Give me the go ahead, Paige.” He issued, feeling raw from head to toe as he looked down at the angel laid beneath him, sure he was fucking dreaming. But then she started to yank at his wifebeater, yanking it off in seconds.
He wished she knew how she’d painstakingly kept all his pieces together. The girl with the pink hair and the forever smile. He wished he could say so much to her, so she’d know.
“What does the go ahead look like?” She asked, a hot twinkle to her eye. “Is it this?” Her mouth went for his throat and Reaper nearly came. His cock thick and full again, pressed down hard between her legs.
“Yes, fuck. Paige. Tell me.”
“Go ahead,” her whisper was his prayer.
There was no time in between when he remembered getting her out of her clothes, and most of his own, he left them scattered on the floor while his mouth did some indecent shit to the whimpering, clawing woman. Thank fuck he left his shorts on, or this would have been game over had there not been some semblance of distance between her body and his. Now he could explore for a few minutes by running his mouth up the length of her body, through the valley of her gorgeous tits before sucking a nipple deep onto his tongue.
“Beautiful,” he groaned, going for the other one. “Fucking beautiful.”
He could have gone on like that for hours, worshipping her body with just his mouth, licking, kissing, sucking. But then she raised those spectacular eyes, shining like lavender jewels and he was toast. He needed more.
Reaper wrenched himself up … dear god, hardest thing to do was to separate their bodies … and sat in the corner of the couch giving them more room before lifting her over to straddle his lap. She was dreamy-eyed, flushed and began touching him all over. His hair, his face, his lips, his collarbone, and down his check where he knew she was stroking a tatt that if he looked down would break his fucking heart. So instead, he latched onto her lips.
“Reaper, please give me something before I wake up.”
Oh, baby. If she was dreaming, then Reaper was right there with her, but he wouldn’t deny her.
Heavy pants shared, he placed one more kiss on her breast and used his hands to widen her legs over his.
Goddamn, so pink and wet, she glistened coating her own thighs and he couldn’t wait a damn second longer, taking several breaths to control himself, he fed his eager fingers to her pussy, prying the soft folds open, he went right for the prize by circling a fingertip on her very hard clit.
Paige gasped a puff of air and rose up an inch off his lap. The move meant he could take his other hand to her ass, squeezed it, and then slid between her legs, working her from both angles.
“Oh…” she murmured, her eyes drifting closed before pinging open the moment he pushed two fingers into her from behind and his other hand plied circled pressure
to her pleasure point.
“Ah, fuck, look at you, baby.” She’d cupped either side of his neck, using him as leverage to bounce on his hands, doing most of the work for him, but her breath hitched when he curled his two long fingers and grazed her G-spot. “You’re gonna cream so bad for me, aren’t you? I can feel it. Sweet little pussy clasping me tightly. You need it?”
“Oh, god. Yes.” She panted, rising and falling like she was riding a stud. He worked her clit, hard then slow, fast and soft and the more wetness she dripped onto his other hand, the wilder Paige became.
Not for nothing, Reaper would have sold every organ he had to be right in this moment finger fucking Paige, feeling the warm, wet draw of her pussy each time he retreated only to shove harder right down to the center of her fucking soul.
His hands fucked her like his cock ached to do.
With his head swimming, feeling like he was locked in fog, he leaned forward, kissed her open mouth, thrust his tongue inside while his hands went to work, harder, deeper, spreading her juices over every inch of her pussy and in turn, the way Paige rolled her hips meant she soaked his thighs.
He loved it.
“You smell incredible, baby. Gonna wear you all over me like fucking cologne, let everyone know I got all the sweet from my perfect woman.”
The way her eyes glazed over, and her panting became shorter and the rich slides becoming wetter, he knew she was close to the edge.
He stilled her movements easily by removing his hand and sliding it over her ass. Plump and soft, he couldn’t help squeezing it hard enough she moaned.
He wanted so much, so fucking much and all of it indecent. Would it scare her to know he wanted to pull the globes of her ass open and fuck every hole she had, embed himself so deep inside her she would want him there forever and Reaper wouldn’t feel so fucking empty anymore.
Would he make her run to know he would fuck her in broad daylight in front of an audience if that’s what she asked for? He had no hang-ups with sex, and he wanted to share it all with her.
“Don’t stop.” Her little whine reached into his chest, grabbed his heart and massaged it. He gave a pump of his hips, using his covered cock on her clit to startle her before he got his fingers back in action.
First by sliding dirtily through her ass cheeks, making sure to press up against the puckered opening… she gasped… paused her hip rolling and flickered her gaze to him. Yeah, his baby liked that, so he did it again and kept on stroking that forbidden place with her own juices while the hand at the front switched places and fucked three long fingers into her, stretching and twisting so deep he knew every stroke was pressing into her most favorite spot.
“Reaper. Reaper. Oh, god…. Reaperrrrrrr….”
Head thrown back, her fingers squeezing hell out of his neck, tits bouncing in his face, soaked in his Paige, he fucked her hard. “You like that, baby, me taking you from both ends?”
“Y-yes,” she stammered, voice dripping with lust.
God, she had no idea how she was destroying him.
“You’ll come for me now,” he growled, repeatedly banging his fingers up against her G-spot, and right as she crested over, her pink lips falling open, eyes so beautiful turning blind, he pressed his thumb to her backside, in and in…until she’d taken the knuckle. Her little wheeze was sexy as hell, a surprised whimper turned hoarse as her hips rolled and rolled finishing herself off just from the friction of his fingers inside her.
Her head fell down onto his shoulder while she went through a series of shudders, each one he counted and stored in his memory.
If ever there was a ballpark for beauty and perfection, Paige would check off that list. She lifted her head again, her eyes glassy and smiling, she added one more memory to his list by pressing his lips and whispering, “thank you.”
Thanking him? For fucks sake, he needed to get on his knees and thank her over and over.
And then with his cock.
The cock in question pulsed in agreement.
He needed to fuck now.
He’d been right… she’d soaked his lap, the front of his shorts were damp from his own pre-leakage and her pleasure and he rejoiced in it, giving his cock a squeeze to adjust the ache in his balls, she moaned, watching him. “That’s done it, Paige. No more dates,” He husked, feeling like his tongue was too thick for his mouth. Damn pills were in his blood and dragging him under. Laying his head back on the couch, he couldn’t help but give her a bump of his hard cock, desperate to fuck her, but he’d rest his eyes a second. And enjoy her sweet lips. “Only me.”
Her lips stopped roaming over his face. Her breath puffed against his nose. “What?”
“Just me, baby. Only date me. Can’t take seeing you with anyone. No one..” Slurred Reaper. Fucks sake… He needed to carry his girl to bed, get her in his sheets and show her what having her tight pussy meant to him. Just a second, he thought… “Only me.”
“Reaper…”
Yeah, baby. Just me. He was sure he answered.
But there was no way to tell, because he passed the fuck out like he’d died.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“3….2….1 aaand panic!” – Paige
Eggs. Bacon. Biscuits. Paige schlepped it all to the hungry before-work masses that morning for six solid hours without a break. She’d arrived at work at her usual four am after next to no sleep and her aching feet were feeling it.
“Girlie, what’s wrong with you? That’s twice you’ve served sugar in my coffee.” Paige held her tongue and grabbed the cup from her boss to replace his coffee.
Thankfully the man she worked for left a few minutes later and she could breathe easier knowing he wasn’t scrutinizing her every move while she tried to put last night out of her mind.
She was half sure it was all a dream if not for the satisfied feeling she woke with.
Not as satisfied as she’d hoped, seeing how Reaper had fallen asleep on her.
She told herself it was his medication; he’d been so tired and in pain … but she had that lick of paranoia that maybe he wasn’t so into having sex with her as she’d been.
She’d zombie-walked him to bed with great strength holding up a man twice her size hanging off her shoulder and muttering to himself about missing the bugs, and then she’d tucked him into his big bed, getting around thirty minutes sleep on his couch, before she sneaked out at three thirty for work.
It was a cowardly thing to do. She’d wanted to stay … of course, but knowing she had to get to work presented itself with an escape from the dreaded morning after.
Now every time the bell over the door tinkled, she froze, expecting to see him stride in. He was already later than usual; the breakfast rush was almost over.
Her stomach ached. Where was he?
Because all kinds of negative thoughts swirled through her mind she got several more orders wrong and had to apologize and offer free coffee.
And then there he was. As if conjured by the black arts or just her starving heart, he stepped through the door, his shoulders nearly brushing either side and he headed directly to his table and sat down.
What the hell?
No hello?
No thanks for last night, Paige?
No kiss?
Paige knew better by now that Reaper was an entity unto himself and she’d never been able to predict his movements.
Stung feelings, she glanced over in the process of pouring coffee and caught him staring at her, his features softer than usual but equally unreadable.
She sighed. He looked amazing still. Rested, she noted.
Pain sliced through her suddenly. The hot coffee splattered her inner wrist and Paige cried out and if not for quick reflexes the rest of the pot would have followed.
He was across the diner in seconds, leaning across the counter, he looked ready to jump over it. Reaper’s expression shifted, sharp angles morphing as he frowned looking at the wrist she held a towel to. His gaze swept over her. “What happened?”
/> “Damn coffee jumped out of the cup and attacked me.”
“Let me see.”
“It’s fine.”
“Paige.”
“I’m fine. See?” She lifted off the towel to display the red oval mark.
He frowned again. “Come here to me.”
“Reaper, I’m fine.” Her feet were already moving closer though.
“You come to me or I’ll jump over this thing.”
“Good gravy, you’re dramatic. See? It’s okay now.” He had her arm gently in his two hands inspecting the burn. All Paige felt was his touch, the tingles shooting straight up to her shoulder as he stroked around it.
He discharged a grumbling noise and turned those world-shattering eyes on her. She was so lost in that paused vortex between them. “I don’t think it’ll blister but grab some ice.”
Her eyelids drooped, her spine curled, and Paige breathed through the tremor in her throat. His touch made flickers of last night rush through her mind, the rough way he’d handled her…spoke to her. She was this close to asking him to go on stroking her, but maybe lower on her body. Pity he sent her off to get stupid ice.
She was sure Reaper would be sitting right there at her counter when she returned. Ready to tell her hey, thanks for letting me get you off last night, how about that date now? So, she was a little perplexed seeing him at his table sitting with two other Renegade Souls boys. They were deep in conversation and though it appeared Reaper was listening too, he glanced over her way more than a few times.
She scowled whilst working. Clattered cups and avoided looking at him.
Okay, so he was pretending he didn’t come on her boobs then.
Cool. Great. Super.
She had no plans to mention it to him at all if that was what he was expecting. Screw him and his gorgeous eyes. As the minutes went by, she sent Lucie over to take their orders. The other two didn’t stick around, they got coffees and breakfast sandwiches to go, leaving Reaper alone to eat. She tried to appear busy when he stepped up to pay, even going so far as to ignore him in hopes he handed his money to Lucie, who unfortunately was in a heated texting argument with her college boyfriend, something about cheerleaders and frat parties, Paige hadn’t paid attention to Lucie’s ranting.
