With a low growl, Reed smashes his lips into mine. And, I swear, I almost come as his tongue slides inside my mouth. In short order, we’re passionately kissing, both of us on fire. I clutch at him feverishly as I kiss him, grind myself against his steely hard-on beneath me, desperate for him.
“Consider this my first lap dance,” I gasp into Reed’s hungry lips. And in reply, he slides his strong hands down my back, straight to my ass cheeks, and grips mehard. Like I’m a life preserver and he’s a drowning man. Like I’m a drug and he’s the junkie. All of it, making my body jolt and writhe on top of him with pleasure.
I thought I remembered what it felt like to kiss this scorching hot, formidable, sexy asshole of a man. But I was wrong. Before this moment, I rated kisses in my head as good, great, and fire. But, now, I’m being forced to recalibrate as I realize the top rating possible for any kiss, for the rest of my days, won’t be fire any longer. Forevermore, it will always be:Reed Rivers.
I can’t get enough. And, clearly, Reed feels the same way. As he kisses me, he touches me voraciously. My cheeks. Neck. Hair. Ass. And with every touch of his fingertips, palms, lips, and tongue, every grind of his hard-on against my throbbing center, his body confesses the truth: he was never, ever going to let me walk out that door to hook up with Caleb.No fucking way. My body is his, until this thing, whatever it is, has run its course. Exactly like he said.
As our kiss intensifies, Reed lifts my skirt, and I spread my thighs, giving him the access my body so forcefully craves.
I’m vaguely aware the crowd in the arena is roaring as RCR finishes playing a song. But then, the band launches into their next song—their huge smash hit, “Shaynee”—one of my all-time favorites—and I can’t help gasping with added excitement.
“I’ll take you to see the show another night,” Reed growls hoarsely into my lips, apparently reading my body language. “You can pick the city, baby. I’ll fly us wherever you want to go and we’ll sit front-row center. But right now, you’re staying right here. Right now, you’re all mine, baby.” With that, Reed’s fingers breach the crotch of my cotton panties and slide deliciously inside me, making me moan. “You’re so wet,” he growls.
He begins stroking my aching clit with his slick fingers while simultaneously, with his other hand, lifting my shirt and pushing my bra off and away. When my breasts are freed from their entrapment... Reed leans back from kissing me to look at them. And what he sees, clearly, he likes a lot. With an animalistic growl, he leans in and devours me. Sucking. Licking. Reveling. Holy shit, he’s freaking motorboating me! And all the while, he’s continuing to finger-fuck me with zealous expertise.
A sound of pure pleasure lurches out of me. A sound no human has ever manufactured unless they’re dying or coming hard. My eyes roll back into my head... my insides clench and warp in slow motion... my clit zings and aches with a tingling, zinging warning... and then...Bam! A rocket of bliss envelops me as my center and everything connected to it, including the deepest muscles of my core, begin clenching so hard, I’m seeing little white stars.
“Oh, God, Georgina,” Reed says, his breathing labored. “You’re so fucking incredible.” He tilts his lap sharply, sliding me off him, sending me onto my back on the couch. His eyes on fire and his body quaking with lust, Reed yanks up my skirt, and begins peeling off my moistened undies. “I’ve wanted to taste you since the minute I saw you.”
“Reed,” I breathe, feeling swept away by my arousal.
“You want me to eat your pussy, baby?”
I nod profusely.
“Say it.”
“Yes.” I lick my lips, coming down from my orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He tosses my undies behind him on the couch. “I’m going to eat your pussy better than it’s ever been done, beautiful girl. You’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”
I gasp, simply because, um, I just did. Does he mean he’s going to make me come even harder thanthat? Holy shit.
With obvious enthusiasm, Reed grabs my thighs with his large hands, spreads me out before him, grabs my ass from underneath, and pulls my center into his waiting lips... where he then proceeds to eat and lick and nibble and suck and finger the living fuck out of me until I’m moaning like I’ve never moaned before.
It’s a shocking whirlwind of pleasure. An overwhelming avalanche of stimulation. Nobody’s ever performed oral on me quite like this before. With so much... expertise. Confidence. Enthusiasm.Passion. The pleasure, right out of the gate, is so extreme, so full-throttle, I’m not sure I can withstand it without losing control of myself, either physically, emotionally, or both...
I clutch at the couch cushion underneath me, feeling like I’m grasping at the last shreds of my self-control. Maybe even my sanity. And soon, the way Reed’s licking and stroking, hitting all the right magical spots, over and over again, methodically, without reprieve or apology, is too much to bear.
“Oh, God,” I choke out, coming like a wrecking ball.
Wave after wave of glorious pleasure slams into me. It’s making my eyes roll back into my head and my entire body seize. Just like Reed promised, it’s the best orgasm of my life. Holy crap.
Finally, when the pleasure subsides, I wipe at my face and realize, to my surprise, I’m more than dripping with sweat.I’m crying. Tears of euphoria. It’s a first for me—bursting into tears at the moment of release. But, then, I’ve never in my life had an orgasm this powerful. This all-encompassing. This heavenly.
When Reed raises his head from my thighs, he looks drugged. Feral. His lips and chin are slathered in me. His dark eyes are burning with desire. At the sight of my sweaty, tear-stained face, a wicked smile spreads across his stunning face. “Good?”
“The best, ever.” I wipe at my face. “Don’t freak out I’m crying. I just lost control?—”
“Georgie, it’s totally natural. Believe me, it’s the best feeling in the world for me to take you that high.”
His understanding makes me relax and smile. “Oh, God, Reed, that was so fuckinggood. I’ve never felt anything that good in my life.”
Reed runs his warm palms over my bare thighs, hiking my dress up even higher onto my belly. “There’s a lot more where that came from, beautiful,” he says. “When I fuck you, I’m gonna make you?—”
Without warning, thedoor to the small room swings open,and a production assistant pokes her head in, making me jump like a cat on a hot tin roof and scramble feverishly to cover my bare breasts and thighs and crotch and?—
“Oh my God!” the P.A. blurts, saying the words along with me. She turns her face away. “Caleb sent me to look for someone.”
