He strokes through my pussy once, then again before pulling his hand free. I see the wetness glistening on his fingertips as he lifts them to his mouth.
I twist to look at him over my shoulder.
His eyes lock on mine as he sucks one finger clean.
“Mmm, so fucking sweet.”
I whimper, and he shifts behind me, chest flush to my back, hand returning between my thighs.
“You know what I love?” His fingers stroke me again, slick and precise. “How fucking composed you are for everyone else. All day and all night, always in control.”
My hips jolt. “Reid—”
“But then you get under me,” he rasps, circling my clit, “and fall apart the second I touch you.”
I gasp, eyes fluttering shut. “Please—”
“I could fuck you like this all night,” he murmurs, “and it would still never be enough.”
The words hit like a spark down my spine as his thumb circles again, his fingers keeping that constant, devastating rhythm. I moan as he pushes deeper, his other hand tilting my hips justright so he can add a second finger, curling hard into that spot that makes me writhe.
“Fuck yes, you hear that?”
I nod frantically at the wet sounds his hand’s making.
“Messy already,” he pants. “Soaked and squeezing me sooo tight.”
When his thumb presses down hard on my clit, I jerk.
“Reid,” I moan. “I’m—”
“Come.” His smirk stretches gently against my skin. “Sensitive girl.”
The orgasm crashes over me in seconds, and I clench around his fingers, thighs trembling as I come apart with a broken sound I don’t recognize.
He doesn’t stop until I do, and when he stills, I sag back against him.
“You okay?”
I nod, dazed. “Yeah. God, yeah.”
“Tell me what you need, Havoc.”
“You,” I moan out. “Inside me. Now.”
He grits out a curse and shifts again, grasping my thigh gently.
“Turn your leg up for me,” he murmurs.
I obey without thinking, lifting my thigh as he presses the blunt head of his cock to my pussy. I groan at the feel of him, the drag of his ladder piercings teasing my already overstimulated nerves.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “I can feel everything.”
“Yeah?” he murmurs against my shoulder. “You like how that feels?”
“So much,” I breathe. “I can feel every part of you.”
He nudges in just the tip, groaning at the feel. “You take me so well,” he says. “Every fucking inch.”
