“You say that like you think there will ever be another man for you. And trust me, there won’t be.”
His dives down and fuckingdevoursme. I gasp in surprise, a choked, pathetic whimpering sound. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
His tongue dips into my entrance before swirling around my clit. He’s not gentle, or slow, or patient with it. His movements are hurried, desperate, ravishing. My head digs into the mattress as my hips buck up to meet his mouth. He pins my waist to the bed, his hold bruising.
Fuck, I hope his fingerprints will be left behind in the morning. Then I’ll have a reminder that this is real; this isn’t some sort of dream.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, needing something to hold onto, as he pulls my clit between his lips. He flicks his tongue over it again and again. Fire burns in my core. The feeling is foreign but feels right at the same time.
“Reid,” I whimper. I can’t help it. Every nerve in my body is tuned into what his mouth is doing to me. My back bows off the bed as he makes steady circles with his tongue.
I slam my eyes shut, stars dotting my vision. It’s too much.
He hums against me, the vibrations mixing in with the swipes of his tongue, causing me to cry out. I’m not sure any of my words are even coherent, but I don’t care.
He prods my entrance with one of his fingers, causing me to stiffen for a moment, and he stops. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, lips glistening.
I resist the urge to shove his face back down. “Don’t stop,” I practically beg.
His eyes spark and without breaking the connection, he dips his head again and licks a long, slow swipe across my core.
“Fuck,” I pant, torn between wanting to wretch my eyes away from his in embarrassment and also never wanting to see anything else. He shoots me a knowing smirk before he dives back in, tongue swirling, finger prodding.
He eases one in slowly. When I don’t stop him, he thrusts it lightly and I roll my hips to meet his movements. It doesn’t hurt at all. It feels incredible, so different from anything I’ve felt before.
Encouraged by my reaction, he slowly adds a second finger. It burns slightly as I stretch to accommodate him, but once he curls them inside of me and hits a spot I never knew existed, I’m done for.
My fingers grip his hair as my entire body begins to seize. He doesn’t stop, though. He continues licking me, flicking my clit back and forth while his fingers curl inside. I ripple around him, crying out as release like I’ve never felt on my own barrels through me.
“Reid!” I cry, helpless to do anything else as white-hot pleasure pulses through my veins. The movements of my body are completely out of my control as my thighs threaten to suffocate him and my fingers pull at his hair.
He doesn’t seem to care, though. In fact, quite the opposite. I can barely hear him over the roaring in my ears, but I catch a muttered, “Fuck yes, that’s it. There we go.”
It sends an extra pulse through my pussy, squeezing his fingers. Once my orgasm begins to fade, he slows his movements. My body melts into the bed as every muscle andbone I have has turned to liquid. Any thoughts in my brain before?
Gone. Wiped clean.
My hands fall from his hair limply. He chuckles at the state he’s put me in. Slowly, he withdraws his fingers and I glance down to watch him put them between his lips.
Holy shit.
His eyes burn into mine as he licks them clean. They release with a pop and he smirks. “A little dessert to end the night.”
What I said earlier, about having no thoughts in my brain? After watching that, I’m not even capable of forming words.
He slaps my thighs and leans over. “I’ll go get some water.” He brushes his lips against mine in a brief kiss, and I taste myself on him. It’s dirty and unlike anything I’ve done before, but I like it. “Be right back.”
He pulls on a pair of sweatpants, tucking his still-hard cock away, and breezes out of the room. The room is suddenly too quiet, too still, like he took all the air with him. Goosebumps pebble my exposed skin and I don’t particularly want to lie here waiting for him to come back.
On shaky legs, I retrieve my underwear from the floor and shimmy them on. I pad downstairs and find myself in the giant living room. It’s dark, but all the exposed windows allow enough moonlight in to be able to make my way around.
There’s a huge leather couch in the shape of an L, with another smaller one on the opposite side, all facing the giant, mounted TV. Scattered amongst the built-in shelves on either side of it are photos. Pictures of him with his bandmates, a lot of those, then ones of him with a handsome bald man dressedin a nice suit, and a few of different places he’s traveled. So many memories, with the people most important to him, and yet I don’t see a single photo from before he was with the band.
“No family photos?” I half tease, glancing over my shoulder at him. He leans against the far wall, backlit by the moonlight pouring in the window. He’s an imposing figure standing there, a glass of water held loosely in one hand, but I’m anything but scared.
He scoffs and tucks his free hand into the pocket of his sweatpants. They sit deliciously low on his waist. “Even if I had any, I wouldn’t have them framed and on display. They’d have been kindling a long time ago.”
“I don’t have any either. It used to bother me, you know. Not because I wanted a reminder of the people that didn’t want me, but because I don’t even have any baby photos of myself.” My throat constricts as I look back at the shelves. “I don’t know what I looked like as a baby. Was I chubby? Was my hair always this shade of red? Did I have as many freckles then as I do now?”
