CHAPTER FIFTEEN

PEPPER

Nothing could prepare me for that. 

I felt so raw, vulnerable and open, like a helpless bird in Reagan’s hands. 

At first, fear overtook me. Fear of what he’d think of my body when the freezing lake sobered me up from the wine. My broad shoulders and huge ass. 

Then bewildered at him having so much power over me. He made every inch of my skin sing with pleasure. I became so used to guys who just fumbled and groped at me cluelessly, his touch felt like an entirely new, breathtaking experience. 

And that orgasm. 

It was better than the one I gave myself while I was stoned. And it was just with his fingers! 

Like magic, he took all my fear away. The fear surrounding my own shortcomings, at least. 

My pulse hammered against his lips at my neck. I felt so utterly relaxed and delirious, I could barely see him through my hooded eyelids. I could just feel him moving against me, like a wave along the shore. 

Then I felt it, and a small stab of fear returned. 

A thick, rigid wall of heat and hardness pressed against my still-tender pussy and I let out a small gasp.

It felt at least twice as big as when I felt it underwater. And so much more real with barely anything between us. 

Reagan let out the hottest grunts and groans in my ear as his massive shaft slid across my clit. It only intensified the aftershocks of my orgasm that still coursed through me. 

"Tell me you want this as badly as I do," he growled into my ear. 

His hands slid underneath my back to press my bare chest against his. 

He lifted me off the blanket so easily, and his whole body was massive and hard. For once, I felt small and dainty. Delicate and feminine. 

Guys would always be embarrassed if I was taller or heavier than them and I yearned to feel fragile and petite.

But it was more than just feeling smaller than Reagan. I felt protected and safe.

"More than anything," I moaned.

My hands slid down his back, taking in every chiseled muscle with my fingertips and palms before reaching the waistband of his boxer briefs. 

Still damp from the lake, I peeled them down like a second skin, helping myself to handfuls of his firm ass as he helped me take them completely off.

He did the same with my panties, and I got a good look at what he was working with when he sat up to remove them from my ankles.

His cock was nothing like what I imagined in my dreams. 

It was better in every way. 

At least twice as thick and long, tanned just like the rest of him, wrought with thick veins and almost perfectly straight except for a slight upward curve that promised more orgasms.

The rest of the package wasn’t bad either. His cock sat at the bottom of a deeply cut V-shape in his hips that I was dying to run my tongue along. I didn’t know those existed on men in real life.   

He flexed some muscle and his cock bounced up with a life of its own. 

“Quit playing with that thing and come fuck me with it,” I said with my best naughty grin.

He shot back an evil smirk and lunged for me.

When he grabbed my wrists and pinned them down next to my head, my whole body hummed with pleasure from my fingertips to my toes.

He must have seen the delight and excitement on my face but still, he hesitated. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

"I should tell you, Pepper," he said. "I'm not a slow, gentle kind of guy. I won't necessarily go all Christian Grey on you, but I take what I want." 

He lowered his mouth until his lips just barely grazed against mine. My lips tingled with the absolute, sole desire to kiss him. 

"And I want you so fucking bad." 

I lifted my head just enough to take his lower lip between my teeth. When I lowered my head back down, I brought him down with me, groaning in surprise and pleasure at the slight nip of pain. 

"I expect nothing less from you," I whispered back. "I want nothing less than for you to take me. Completely." 

His mouth crashed down to mine with a fury the moment I stopped talking. With an iron grip, he spread my thighs apart and my pussy hollowed out so readily for him. 

He pushed inside me with one smooth motion, making me cry out from the sudden fullness. 

It was like nothing I ever felt before. Like a deep morning stretch that was so good, it was almost too much. 

My pussy made wet, sucking sounds as it found and lost him again and again. 

"Holy fuck, Pepper," he snarled. "You're so fucking wet, so tight. You'll be the end of me." 

He kept whispering feverishly directly to my brain. I felt him on my skin as well as inside me. He was in my head and in the air all around me. Every cell in my body was filled with Reagan Sells and it wasn't nearly enough. 

The force of him pounding into me pushed up the beach towel and I dug my heels into the sand for stability, on top of holding onto him for dear life. 

To say I'd never been fucked like this was an understatement. Sure, I'd been jackhammered and fucked hard before while gritting my teeth and bearing it as my pussy dried out like the Sahara. 

But this wasn't just hard fucking. Every one of Reagan's thrusts was intentional, determined, and deep. He was trying to feel every inch of inside of me, not just trying to get off as quickly as possible. 

He rose up to a kneeling position and firmly gripped my waist, keeping his cock fully inside me the whole time. His abs and biceps flexed with power as he pulled me hard against his pelvis, meeting me in the middle with shallower thrusts. 

"Oh my god!" I gasped as his bulbous head pressed right up against my G-spot. Such deep, sweet pleasure filled me to the brim and left me breathless. 

Every nerve in my body sparked with fresh, new sensations so intense that my eyes watered and rolled back. He continued ramming into me relentlessly, never letting the buzzing pleasure subside. Every thrust built up the feelings in my body more and more, piling on top of each other like feeding logs to a roaring bonfire.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt like I was about to burst open from all the sensitivity, the heat, and how insanely fucking hot, ripped, and dangerous Reagan looked as he fucked me with abandon.

And then I did. 

An explosion of pleasure spread from my pussy up to my spine. My vision went dark for a minute and I lost all control of everything. Not just my body but my brain stopped working. I just felt. It was more intense and real than any high I ever had. It wasn’t just my pussy but if my lips, fingertips, and toes could orgasm, they would be too. 

“Holy shit.” 

Reagan’s voice, gruff and husky came from somewhere in the air around me. I barely knew what was up or down anymore.

My vision returned in just enough time to see him with his cock in his fist, stroking steadily as his chiseled muscles bounced and flexed. 

“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he rasped. “You’re gonna make me come--”

He cut off his own words with a low groan that bubbled up deep from his belly. His cock jerked one final time before sending out the first ribbon of cum across my stomach. 

His face was pure bliss and I watched with fascination as the pleasure wracked through him. I wondered if he felt the same mind-bending sensitivity that I did.

I licked my lips as I looked down at the hot, sexy mess on my chest and belly. Something about seeing his pleasure on my skin amplified everything I just felt and made it real. He looked so hot towering over me, his hands clutching my thighs for support as he sucked in deep breaths, his softening cock resting just above my clit. 

With a weary smile, he lowered himself to his elbows next to me on the towel. I barely brushed against his chest and still felt his pulse hammering beneath his skin. 

It would have been nice to continue laying there on the beach, relishing in the afterglow while letting the sun kiss our skin. Maybe even a second round of sex on the beach. 

But in the distance, I saw something bobbing on the lake surface that made my eyes shoot open.

“Boat!” I shrieked. “Motorboat!” 

“Well, if you insist,” Reagan drawled as he nuzzled his head toward the space between my breasts.

“No!” I slapped his shoulder, laughing despite my panic. “There’s a boat out on the water! They’re standing up and looking at us!”

Reagan’s head snapped away to look. 

“Shit!”

In a mad, frantic rush we gathered up everything, including our soaking wet underwear and tried to cover ourselves as we dashed up the hillside to the truck. 

The climb seemed longer and more strenuous, probably because of our panic and rigorous activity right before. Voices floated up and bounced off the canyon walls, no doubt the people on the boat talking about what they just saw. 

Reagan and I never stopped running until we crashed right up against the side of his truck, panting from effort like we just narrowly escaped certain death.

In the same instant, we looked at each other. 

And burst out laughing.

I couldn’t speak for him but my emotions ran so high and bubbled out of my mouth in unstoppable giggles. The sex alone was enough to make me question everything I knew but on top of the panic of being seen, and the ridiculousness of running naked up the hill like the cops were after us, the cocktail of emotions swirled around in my chest until they overflowed. 

And having Reagan there.

I couldn’t imagine anyone else laughing right along with me, looking at me with those bright green eyes that made my heart flutter. In this story, he was irreplaceable. 

Whatever would happen between us, whether this was a one-time thing or would end up blossoming into something more, I already knew this day would be one of my best and most unforgettable memories.