And then he kisses me, slow, deep, hungry in a way that unravels me instantly, and the room, the snow, the world outside disappears as we stumble back toward the bed.
He wants me laid out before him like a feast, but I want to taste him first.
He’s speechless when I hit my knees. Doesn’t utter a word as I fumble with his pants. But when his cock springs free, long and hard he finds his voice. He becomesbossyand at once I realize here in a bedroom with Reid, I don’t have to be independent. I don’t have to be in control.
“Slowly,” he orders. “Open wide for me, darling.”
He rests the tip on my tongue, eyes dark with desire as my mouth waters for more. Dragging it back and forth, he toys with me, before he nods giving me permission to suck his cock properly.
“Your lips,” he whispers dragging his thumb across the bottom one. “They turn such a pretty pink when they’re wrapped around my cock.”
He lets me go at my own pace, hands gentle on my face and head, as he talks to me.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he murmurs to himself. “So, fucking pretty.”
I hollow my cheeks, sucking his cock until it hits the back of my throat, and he moans above me.
“Don’t do that again unless you want me to come inside your mouth.”
It’s hardly the threat he believes it to be. He reacts so freely, so wildly to just this, the softest brush of my tongue, that I want to see him break open. To fall apart and fill my mouth with the truest taste of him.
“Jodi,” he growls above me.
I’m not listening to his protests. My fingers press into his thighs, nails making white crescents where they dig into the flesh. I want to taste him. Nothing’s going to stop me, not even him.
“Woman. Fuck. Don’t stop then. Just. Keep. Sucking.” His words come out in pieces, dark and dangerous as his hands wrap themselves in my hair.
He guides his cock deeper, pressing in until all I can taste, all I can feel is him. In my mouth, in my throat, I’m utterly full. He moves then, hips thrusting, thighs clenching as he fucks my mouth.
“Swallow,” he commands.
I don’t have time to consider disobeying before his seed hits my tongue. Salty. Musky. One hundred percent Reid.
I swallow every drop. Even the last pearl as it drips from the head.
“On the bed,” he says. “Now.”
He leaves his jeans and underwear on the floor. His hand cups my elbow as he helps me stand before guiding me to the king size bed in the center of the room. I rip my shirt in my eagerness to be naked, but Reid doesn’t move to help me. He watches with rapt attention as I strip down to my skin.
The soft length of his cock isn’t looking so soft anymore.
“Finally,” I whisper but he chuckles.
“Not yet. I want to taste you first.”
My boldness melts away in the face of his hunger. I felt so powerful sucking his cock. I controlled the depth, the speed. I was the one giving him pleasure. Now he wants me spread out for him like a shameless buffet and my legs tremble at his demand. I’m nervous and excited. Torn between flopping onto my back and ordering him to lick my pussy and dropping to my knees for another sip of control.
But I trust Reid. I trust him to take care of me. To control my pleasure. My road trip home was all about seizing one last moment of independence. Now in his arms I’ve found a different kind of freedom. One where I stop controlling every fiber of my existence with ruthless authority. One where I allow him the power to destroy me.
“Spread your pretty thighs for me.”
Reid
I don’t know which I enjoy more. The first taste of her pussy or the delicate pink blush that paints her cheeks when I flick her clit with my tongue.
Both.
She wiggles at first, self-conscious and nervous. But then, as I drag my tongue through her folds, sipping at her nectar, she blossoms for me. Kneecaps touching the bed on either side, her head tilted back as she arches into my mouth.
