“Oh my God,” I whispered against his mouth as I felt him cup my sex; the only thing separating his skin from mine was the tiny scrap of lace I wore.
“You’re soaked for me,” Reed husked, mashing his mouth to mine again. My fingers had slid up around his neck and were in his hair as I felt him push my panties to one side.
“Please,” I breathed into him as his tongue teased my bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth and biting it.
“Beg me,” he commanded, and I did.
I was surging against his palm as he put extra pressure on my pussy before lifting his head. Our eyes met, mine half-drugged from desire, his full of ownership and determination. I writhed in ecstasy as he slid his hand into my panties, his thumb resting on my clit.
“Do you want me to make you come, princess?”
A soft mewl left my throat, and I nodded my head as he slid his fingers through the folds of my sex and thrust two inside of me. His thumb continued to work my clit, and I felt my climax continue to build. I bucked against his hand and threw my head back against the wall, closing my eyes, the moan of pleasure was ripped from my body.
“Fuck! Yes!”
“That’s it, baby,” Reed whispered as he slowly withdrew his fingers before pushing them back inside me. I drank him in greedily as he started to rain kissed along my jaw line. My nipples were so hard against the silk of my dress as my back arched; I was surprised they didn’t shred the material. As Reed continued to pump his fingers, his thumb concentrated on that special bundle of nerves, and I gyrated against his palm, no longer able to hold myself back.
As he pressed down hard against that tiny, throbbing nub, I exploded!
My orgasm crashed through me, my entire body on fire. Reed muffled the sound as he rammed his mouth over mine as I came, coating his fingers with my arousal. It was like a volcano that had just erupted, hot, unpredictable, and extremely volatile.
My thighs trembled as Reed lifted his head, my fingers now digging into his upper arms to keep myself from crumbling. I felt so sensitive down there that it almost hurt as the waves of pleasure slowly started to subside.
“Breathe, Storm,” Reed whispered against my mouth. I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath. His comment at the club came back, ‘Does she still hold her breath when she’s excited?’ That would be a yes.
A whimper escaped me, and the rattle of the door by our side broke us apart, Reed lifting his head from mine and slipping his hand out of my underwear. I slammed my thighs closed and dropped my arms, grabbing at the material of my dress to make sure I was covered. I had nowhere to go with the wall at my back as my head twisted to see a guy who’d come out of the gym. He was in the process of lighting up a blunt and glanced at us with a meaty grin as he walked by.
“Evening,” he said.
Reed’s body was turned away slightly, no doubt to hide the evidence of his arousal, and he raked his hand through his hair as they exchanged a curt nod. The stranger knew exactly what he’d interrupted: two grown adults making out behind the gym like two fricking teenagers.
My chest was rising and falling like I’d run a marathon, and I lifted my hand to splay my fingers over my chest as Reed turned to face me. My entire body was still vibrating from his touch. Holy fucking hell.
I’d dreamed about that moment for the last four years, but nothing could have prepared me for how Reed’s mouth against mine would make me feel again: how he could still play me so beautifully with those long, thick callused fingers of his. My panties were still soaked, and I felt almost desperate to throw myself into his arms again.
And then reality kicked in as I managed to control my breathing.
I opened my mouth to say how it shouldn’t have happened, but couldn’t bring myself to shame something so beautiful and meant to be.
But you must!
Reed beat me to it, as he said. “Well, that answers two questions.”
“What?” I panted, straightening my hair, still totally flustered, while I tried to remain standing.
“Firstly, you still hold your breath when you’re excited. And secondly, you're not fucking that prick.”
I hated that cocky look and needed to bring him down a peg or two. I couldn’t let him see his power over me. “So, you got me off. It proves nothing,” I choked out, feeling a wave of regret.
Reed’s face was smug as he added with arrogance. “I would say you haven’t fucked anyone for the past four years, Teacup, going on that performance. You were like a bitch in heat, panting for it.”
I could feel that crack across my heat splinter as Reed’s lip curled, giving him a cruel air. With that one sentence, he had cheapened what had just happened, tainted it.
Without thinking, I stepped forward, drew my hand back, and slapped him across the face. My hand throbbed as I clutched it to my chest, and Reed’s head twisted to one side with the impact. The noise was like a bullet had gone off.
I watched, horrified at my own level of violence. I’d never hit anyone before, and tears pooled in the corners of my eyes. I had hurt Reed. A red mark bloomed over one tanned cheek as he lifted his hand to the area, more shocked than anything. Reed rocked his jaw back and forth, and I took that as my moment, pushing past him and rushing to haul the fire doors open.
I heard him move, and as I vaulted through the door, he called out. “Storm, wait…”
