Holy shit.Why didn’t anyone warn me this would hurt so much?
The second his cock pushes inside me, I regret taking it as fast as I did. The pain is immediate and much more than the pinch I expected. My breath catches, and I look down at Reed.
His eyes are squeezed shut, his neck. He looks so beautiful, I almost want to stop so I can capture the moment and never let it go.
The tips of his fingers dig into my flesh, and that pain combined with the erotic way he looks right now is just enough to start to distract me from the pain pulsing in my core.
My entire body burns as I lift myself up and slide back down his ridged length. His cock stretches me in the most delicious way, and a moan of pleasure rips from my throat before I can stop it. Reed’s fingers grip my hips tighter, almost halting my movements as I come back down. His eyes open, and the blue sparkles in the light streaming through the window.
“You’re tight as fuck, Fal. I need you to slow down,” Reed demands through clenched teeth. I want to listen but, this feels too good. This is what I’ve waited for, and I’m not going to let him ruin this moment with his warnings and demands.
Pressing my lips to his, I whisper,“Shhh,” then place my hands against his chest, bracing myself so I can ride him harder. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and I don’t have to wonder if I doing this right.
The more I move, the less it hurts, and with each up and down movement the pleasure grows until my entire body is controlled by one single need: the need to come.
Reed must sense my urgency, almost as though we’re tethered to each other. Knowing just what my body needs, my movements become erratic, like I’m running in a marathon and close to the finish line. My heart slams against my rib cage, as he thrusts up into me, my pussy convulsing when my orgasm crashes over me.
It’s so intense when I come, I stop moving. My hands ball up into fists against Reed’s warm chest, and I can’t concentrate on anything but these feelings coursing through my body. I’m almost drowning in pleasure. Air refuses to fill my lungs as the waves of pleasure continuously slam into me.
Reed is chasing his own orgasm, so when I freeze on top of him, he flips me over so he has better leverage to pound his cock in and out of me. His movements prolong my own pleasure, and my body pulses rhythmically around the hard column of flesh filling me completely. After three brutal thrusts, I feel the heat of his release against the walls of my pussy.
His cock jerks inside me, and when I open my eyes post orgasm, I find him staring down at me with clear blue eyes that are full of unspoken words. Something reflects back at me in his eyes, something that tells me we’ll never be the same again.
It’s something I already know, considering I can’t unscrew my best friend.
Once his hips stop, his focus turns fully to me… and suddenly I feel self-conscious. Reed’s eyes search my face, looking for any sign that what we’ve done has caused me pain, whether physical or emotional. I keep my eyes open, hopefully letting him see that what we just did was amazing, something I hope to repeat soon.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his deep voice full of concern. For a second I forget about his question and wonder to myself if he always looks this good after sex? His dark brown hair is a mess, and sweat has formed against his brow from how hard his thrusts were. He looks like one of the hotties at the gym I always drool over.
“Fallon.” He cups me by both cheeks, forcing my thoughts back to the present.
“Yeah?” I ask, my voice breaking. I feel so different, renewed even. He’s not looking at me differently which is strange, since I see him in a different light now.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I shake my head. He didn’t hurt me, unless you count that first pinch when I took him inside me, but I’m the one who caused that.
“No, but I…” I stop licking my lips when I feel him stiffen inside me as he awaits my response, “Can we do that again?” I ask, my belly fluttering as I wait for his answer. He’s still inside me, cradling my body against his chest.
Reed smirks. “You’re a little vixen, aren’t you? One taste of my cock and you’re begging for round two already.” His dirty words make me squirm, and his grin widens. He knows exactly how he’s affecting me.
“It feels good,” I say with a pout. “Sorry, I didn’t spend the last four years fucking everyone and everything.” I realize how harsh my comment is only after I’ve spoken the entire sentence.
Reed doesn’t seem fazed by my words though, instead he releases my cheeks to run his hands over my body, like he’s painting a masterpiece and I am his canvas. “I’m going to spend every waking minute making it up to you.” He leans down, sucking my nipple into his mouth and causing goose bumps to erupt all over my skin. Then, he releases it with a pop that resonates through the room. I whimper, craving his mouth against my breast. “I’m going to take you hard.” He thrusts forward, and I gasp, my body clenching his cock.
“And fast…” He thrusts two more times before slowing his pace, his hands touching every part of my body he can reach. “Then, I’m going to go slow, making you come so many times you’ll beg me to stop.” I believe him, my body relaxing into the mattress as I let him do whatever he wants. He owns me; my heart, mind, body, and soul … it all belongs to him.
“Reed,” I cry out as he fucks me like he’s trying to leave his imprint on my soul, and when I come I almost weep, the pieces of my heart breaking away from my body like they know they no longer belong to me, but to him instead.
Reed Winston.
My best friend.
And now… my lover.