Reese

 

My arousal kick-started, going from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds.

Ladies, start your engines…

I couldn’t take my eyes off his bare upper half. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing that.”

He flashed me a boyish smile. “Now that you mention it, this doesn’t seem very fair. I’ve shown you mine—twice. I think it’s about time you show me yours.”

I rose up on my elbows to get a better view. “You’ve seen me in my bikini, and you’ve had me half naked on the front seat of your Jeep.”

His eyes flew down to my thighs. “That’s true, I have. But it’s not quite the same thing as seeing you undress for me.” His gaze turned predatory as he took a step toward me. “Or do I need to help you with that?”

“I think I definitely need help.” Good God, just put your hands all over me. “My limbs forgot how to function all of a sudden.”

“Oh, I hope they recover soon because I have plans for you. And every part of you will need to be in perfect working order.”

He placed one knee on the bed and drew his hand up my outer thigh, reaching for the hem of my dress. And once that dress was off, all that’d be left were my bra and underwear. One flick of his wrist and he’d have me half naked on my bed.

My next words were out of my mouth before I could suck them back in. “I don’t think we should take things too fast.” Oh my God, what are you saying? You’ve wanted to see his ass again ever since that first locker room sighting. “I mean, I don’t know… I just don’t want to rush things.”

He stopped moving, his hands pausing mid-air. “Reese, we’ll go at whatever pace you want. I never want to make you uncomfortable. There are ways I can make you feel good without being inside you.”

That sounded promising. “I hope so. I didn’t mean we had to keep our hands off each other.”

He pulled me to sit up, his hands once again finding the bottom of my dress. “That’s good, because I don’t think I’m physically capable of that right now.”

In the blink of an eye, my dress was gone with nothing more than a whisper and he was exploring me from head to toe.

“I never knew a girl could make corny T-shirts and ripped jeans look so good,” he said in awe. “Yet somehow, I knew you were hiding a body like this underneath all that sarcasm. Even before I saw you in that damn bikini.” He ran his finger along the lace seam of my panties. “Please tell me you have more underwear like this.”

My heart swelled that he liked what he was seeing. “Two drawers full.”

His eyes fell closed. “Thank you, God.”

I pulled at the waistband of his sweatpants. “I don’t think we’re evenly matched yet.”

He took my hand and ran it down the length of his torso. My fingers traced the rigged outline of his chiseled abdomen, stopping when they reached his happy trail, the barrier from what I really wanted underneath. Instead of watching my fingers dance across his body, his gaze stayed focused on my face the entire time, taking in my reaction to touching him like this for the first time.

It didn’t even register when I’d started breathing harder. Or when he did. Or when my hands got more insistent on his skin.

“These need to come off,” I whispered, already pulling down the sweatpants myself.

“Yeah?”

One quick nod. “Yeah.”

His hands took over the task and shoved the material down over his hips. Raising his knees from the bed, he kicked them off, leaving him in nothing but his black boxer briefs that were sinfully revealing. They covered everything, sure, but they were tight enough that my imagination didn’t have to work too hard to determine what I was working with. That sight had need pooling in my panties.

“I can’t even tell you what you’re doing to me right now,” he said in a strangled voice. “Looking at me like you can’t get enough. If I wasn’t already on my knees, I’d fall to them for you.”

He started rubbing himself with the heel of his hand at some point during that speech. Beads of sweat formed on my brow as I watched him stroke himself through those briefs with rapt attention. Licking my lips, I remembered how he tasted in my mouth that day at the lake.

His fierce growl pierced the air as he suddenly pushed me back onto the bed, his body falling on top of mine in a heated embrace. Our mouths fused together, tongues seeking one another, as our hands explored. He groaned in my mouth when I sucked deeply on his tongue. I moaned wantonly when his cock surged against me, making me regret giving him the “no sex” line. His fevered kisses were a spectacle. The way his hungry mouth ate at mine had my head spinning and my panties soaked. He cupped me there, his hand covering my mound, and it felt so good I gasped at his touch.

“I’ve made you come twice now,” he said, raising his head to look down at me. “And I’ve been dying to get my mouth back on you. You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about eating your pussy.”

I was game for that. “No one’s stopping you now.”

Oh, the way he looked at me. The passion there.

“That’s right. You’re not stopping me, are you? Because you can’t stand not touching me anymore than I can hold myself back from you. We won’t be denying ourselves that anymore, sweetheart. Christ, we should have been doing this from the day we met.”

“I can’t deny it,” I panted, getting antsy now. “I want you.”

“Fuck, say that again.”

“I want you, Cam.”

“Yes.”

He slid down my body and skimmed my barely-there panties down my legs. He looked at me like he was starving for a meal. Like the only way he would survive was by getting a taste of me. But he didn’t lower his head like I expected him to. Instead, he crawled back up my body and went for the hook on my bra.

“I want you naked for me. Regardless of what we will or won’t be doing, I’m not going to miss out on another opportunity to see all of you.”

He snapped open the front clasp of my bra and sucked in a sharp breath when my breasts spilled out into his hands. They were a decent C-cup and perky enough that I was proud of them.

“Those corny T-shirts I was talking about earlier?” he said, sounding a little dazed. “I love them and everything,” he covered my flesh with his hands, “but they do too good a job of hiding these from me.”

He bent his head and sucked at my right breast, his tongue laving my nipple. My hand flew to the back of his head, holding him against me.

“Mmm. God, Cam.”

I was so sensitive there, my toes curled into the sheets. I’d barely gotten a handle on his aggressiveness before he moved to my other nipple. The sight of his blonde head against my naked skin and his greedy, masculine hand tweaking my nipple had me close to coming. That never happened. I didn’t get a visit from Mr. O without significant teasing of my clit.

Magical sex powers.

When his mouth released my nipple, I assumed he’d be headed south. But he threw me off again. He grabbed me by the arms and hauled me up. Before I could voice my questions, he took my place on the bed, lying on his back. I never thought I would have a man like him in my bed, mostly naked. His tanned muscular frame was mouth-wateringly cut in the most delicious places. His briefs were sitting low on his hips, highlighting the deep V of his hipbones. His broad shoulders took up more than half my bed. And dammit if I couldn’t take my eyes off of those perfectly toned biceps.

Suddenly I wasn’t as concerned about where his mouth was going next. I wanted to concentrate on where mine was going.

He beckoned me closer with his hands. “Sit on my face.”

Er—okay. Not what I was expecting.

“Um…”

“I’m not done with you yet. Hell, I’ve barely even gotten started. Come here.”

No guy had ever done it to me this way before, and I was a little unsure. It seemed the only sound I could force out was, “Um…”

His expression hardened. “I’m not leaving your apartment until you come in my mouth. Sit. On. My. Face, Reese.”

His tone spiked my confidence in a big way. With a coy smile, I eased my way up to his head on my hands and knees. Amazingly, I almost forgot that I was completely naked under his carnal gaze. My hair fell in front of my face as I straddled his shoulders, looking down at him. Of course, he wasn’t looking up at me. He was locked in on my moist sex that was more than ready for his mouth.

Gripping my hips, he shifted me forward until my opening was directly over his face. Without warning, he placed the softest kiss on my folds, the light touch sending my entire body reeling. He continued spreading those kisses up and down my lips, sucking gently on my clit, though not using enough pressure to send me toward climax.

“Goddamn, that’s sweet,” he growled against my flesh.

As if he couldn’t hold back anymore, he leaned up again and his whole mouth covered me. His talented tongue pushed through my entrance, spearing me as he dove deeper and deeper.

“Ohh…that’s so good,” I said on a gasp. I felt like all the air had been stolen from my lungs.

His moan of approval was muffled against my skin. He wrapped both arms around my hips, pulling me down harder on him. My hair fell down my back as I silently shouted to the ceiling. He was making me lose my ever-loving mind.

And that’s when it struck me.

I shouldn’t have been the only one having fun. He deserved to feel good, too.

I tried to turn around, but he must have thought I was trying to escape his clutches because he only tightened his grip, grunting in protest.

I placed my hands on his head. “Cam, I want you in my mouth.”

As if I’d flipped a switch in him, every part of him froze in place. He carefully extracted his tongue from inside me to lift his gaze toward mine.

“You don’t have to,” he whispered. “This was supposed to be just for you.”

“I want to. That day at the lake wasn’t enough. I’ve wanted you like this since I saw you covering yourself with that damn T-shirt.”

His pupils dilated, his nostrils flaring. “You can get me to do anything you want when you say things like that.”

Noted. I filed that piece of information away for later.

With more strength than I’d expected, he lifted me up and spun my body around to where I now faced his feet. He’d hardly exerted any force to move me, as if I weighed nothing. God, that’s hot. I gripped the waistband of his briefs and slid them over his impressive bulge. When I got them far enough down he flung them across the room with his foot.

Damn.

If he looked this good upside down, I could only imagine what he looked like standing up with that hard length dangling between his powerful thighs. You could tell he kept himself groomed. That beautiful thatch of dark hair hit a chord with me. He was just so wonderfully masculine. So manly. Even his junk. If there was some world-wide standard for what a perfect cock should look like, a picture of Cam’s would have been front and center.

“Wrap those lips around me, sweetheart,” he whispered across my slick entrance before diving back in.

Gladly.

Like he had with me, I began by laying soft kisses up and down his shaft, snaking my tongue out to give a few licks. Then I lightly took the tip in my mouth, swirling my tongue around in circles. I could tell he really liked that when his hips shot up and he let out a long, low groan. His hips were inching further and further off the bed, and I knew he wanted me to go deeper.

So, I took him to the back of my throat and sucked.

His mouth left my flesh. “Holy shit. Damn, baby. Yeah, take me.”

The sound of a man being pleasured—especially when you’re the one doing the pleasuring—was the sweetest aphrodisiac. I was reaching my release incredibly fast as his entire lower body arched toward my mouth, thrusting upward in rhythm with the bobbing of my head. I sucked and licked for all I was worth, giving to him as good as he was giving me. His tongue scraped the sides of my inner walls, massaging them with sensual swipes back and forth.

“I’m almost there,” I managed, squeezing my eyes shut. “Cam, I’m so close.”

Answering my plea, he moved his mouth to my clit and pulled it between his lips. I came hard as he relentlessly sucked that bundle of nerves. I nipped the skin on his hipbone to stop myself from crying out. He kept his mouth focused on that one spot until he had drained me of every drop, cleaning me with his tongue after I finished. My limbs were now listless, but the insistent hand he had on my upper back, pushing me back toward his cock, reminded me I had a job to finish.

It was my turn to be relentless.

More like merciless.

I kept him at the back of my throat, sucking hard as I stroked the base with my fingers. His hand kept me from pulling off of him, but that only spurred me on. I could tell he was getting close when his moans began to get louder.

“Aw, fuck, Reese. I’m about to come. You going to swallow me down, baby?”

I did, just seconds later.

He roared as he came, muffling it with what I assumed was my pillow. It felt like he came for five minutes, but I stayed with him for every second until he started to soften in my mouth. His body relaxed, satiated, as I returned the favor and made sure he was clean before I turned back around and cuddled in close to his side.

“Jesus,” he said, still catching his breath. “That was… Shit, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“But you liked it?”

“Are you kidding?” he asked incredulously. “Was the mouthful I gave you not proof enough?”

I giggled and wrapped my arm around his waist as his went around my shoulder and slid down my back. If he was always like this in bed, it was no wonder why he’d never had trouble finding partners.

As our legs tangled together between my sheets, I felt calm. Content.

He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead and whispered, “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”

With an earth-shattering orgasm under my belt and his protective body holding me close, I had a feeling I was about to get the best sleep of my life. I was having a hard time remembering why I’d ever had reservations about the two of us in the first place.

None of it felt wrong. The exact opposite, actually.

I was happy like this.

But as I drifted off to sleep, one disturbing question kept intruding on my peaceful thoughts.

How long could this really last?