“So do they look as hot to you as they do to me?” I whisper. “My pretty little fingers wrapped around yourcock?”
A sound tumbles out of him, a laugh and a groan in one. “Hotter.” He thrusts into my fist. “Hotter than anything I’ve ever seen in my life, Jade.”
This moment that I’ve imagined and wished would never be real and hoped for and vowed never to let happen—it’s here, and it’s perfect and so fucking irresistible. I need more of him, so I sink down to my knees. He groans before I’ve even touched him, and the sound sets my nerves firing. Lips pouted, I take the head of his cock inside my mouth, concentrating all my effort on the silky skin, tasting salt on him. I expect his hand at the back of my head, but his fists are balled tightly at his sides, his muscles straining to maintain control. But I don’t want him in control; I want him falling apart all over me. I slide his cock deeper, taking him until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuckin’ Jesus,” he swears, exhaling harshly.
My fingers form a tight ring around the base of his cock as I stroke and suck, slow, then faster, then slow again. I’m hungry to make him come, but I want this all to last forever. A former version of me would have sworn getting down on my knees was the last thing I’d ever do for Reeve Dalton, but now? It’s all I want. I tease him, changing up the pressure and speed as I work his cock, listening to the changes in his breath. His thighs begin to tremble. I can tell he wants to thrust into my mouth, but he’s masterful in his power over his body. Finally, he groans and steps back.
“Jade,” he says, looking down at me with a half-drunk smile. “If you want much more of me, you better get up here.”
I stand slowly as Reeve watches through half-lidded eyes. I’m still in my jeans and bra, but his gaze tells me he has plans to change that. He inclines his head to kiss the side of my neck, sucking the tender skin into his mouth, pulsing his lips and tongue against it. It’s innocent, maybe even sweet, but it makes my pussy ache so intensely that it feels dirty as sin. I love thisabout him, this unexpected gentle side that’s so unlike everything he appears to be. His hand slides up my back and my bra drops to the floor, quick as a magic trick, and he stares hungrily at my tits.
Dropping his head, he takes his tongue to one nipple, flipping the clicker ring up. I moan as a bone-deep tingle runs from my breasts straight to my pussy.
“Are they sensitive?” His hot breath is torture against my wet skin.
“Only in the best way.”
He tongues my nipple again, smiling and watching my reaction.
“Don’t be gentle,” I tell him. “I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
He makes a noise like my words are delicious. Then he squeezes my breasts eagerly, tugging on my piercings, pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. It’s not gentle at all. It’s crude and a total turn-on, like my nakedness just made him forget he’s trying to come off like a gentleman. And he’s not gentle when he slides my jeans and panties to the floor or when he pushes his knee between my thighs to force my legs open.
He laces his fingers through mine and pushes my hands up against the wall behind my head. It’s so easy to give in to him. He angles himself so his hard cock is between my thighs, then slowly rocks his hips so his shaft brushes against my pussy, which is already slick. I gasp at the sensation, intense heat but only the barest tease of pressure against my clit, delicious and painfully unsatisfying at the same time. My eyes close. I want to reach down and pull him closer, but my hands are pinned.
“You like when I tease you, don’t you, sweetheart?” he rasps.
“No,” I lie. “You’re not as good at it as you think.”
He chuckles and I open my eyes in time to see his fingercurl against my pussy. “Oh yeah?” He sucks his wet finger into his mouth. “Your pussy says otherwise.”
I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips. His cockiness is so fucking sexy, everything I’ve hated about him now making me shake with desire. My eyes squeeze shut. He rocks his hips against me again, his cock gliding between my thighs faster this time, but it’s only more torture. I want his strong fingers on my clit and his body filling mine. He dips his head and drags his tongue from my earlobe along my jaw and down my neck. I shudder and huff out a breath. I feel like I’m going to explode with need.
“Reeve,” I say hoarsely. “You’re an asshole.”
He laughs against my neck, the sensation resonating deliciously through my skin. “What do you want, honey?”
“I want you inside me.” I swallow hard. “Please.”
He pulls away, leaving me cold, and for an instant I think he’s going to walk out, that this seduction was some bizarre tease for his own entertainment, but no, he opens a drawer next to his bed and pulls out a condom. He tears it open and rolls it on expertly; then he’s back, the heat of his body seeping into mine once more.
His hands slide down my waist and hips, eyes dancing along the curves of my body. “Say it again,” he whispers.
“I want you inside me, Reeve. I want all of you.” His muscles tremble at my words.
“Fuck, Jade,” he groans. “I’ve pictured you like this so many times. Did you imagine it? Me inside you, making you shake from the inside out?”
“You know I did. Please,” I beg him. “Make it real.”
I taste his lips again. He presses his cock to my entrance, rubs himself over my clit, teasing me or maybe just trying to gain control of himself before he loses it all. His hand hooks under my leg and raises it so I’m exposed; then he guides hiscock inside me. The sensation of his body filling mine makes me throw my head back against the door and cry out. It probably hurts, but even pain is pleasure when he’s giving it. Reeve moves slowly out of me, leaving me achingly empty, and then inside again. When he draws a ragged breath, the rough sound in his throat sends electric heat shooting through me.
He watches our bodies meet, the look of desire in his eyes almost as hot as the sex itself. In one swift move, his hands grip my thighs and lift me until I’m straddling his waist. The feeling of his fevered skin and powerful body under my fingers is as intoxicating as anything I’ve ever known. His hips pump steadily, crushing me against the door, his weight a tantalizing pressure against my clit. He grips my ass in his strong hands, in full control of our rhythm. In full control of my entire world. I’m surrounded by him, but I want more. I sink my teeth into the thick muscle of his shoulder, and he responds with a groan, fucking into me harder.
The tension inside me is unbearable. I squeeze my legs around his waist, wanting this to go on forever, wanting to come right then and there. He slides a hand between our slick bodies to find my clit and stroke me.
“Reeve,” I hear myself whimper.
