He wasn’t ready to acknowledge any of this, of course. Despite his current mood, the fear was there. That was okay though. All Reid had ever wanted was to be loved and accepted. I could give him both of those in spades.
“Ev? You okay?”
I snapped my head up to see Reid had raised himself up on his elbows. His brow was furrowed with concern.
I exhaled shakily, pressing a kiss to the smooth skin of his inner thigh as I pulled myself together. “Aye. Sorry, sweetheart. Got in my own head for a second.”
He smiled, and the understanding there made me feel like I wasn’t alone in this. That I wasn’t the only one who knew things were changing. “That’s okay. Want to stop?”
My brows shot up. “Are ye mad? The only way we’re stopping is if my dick falls off.”
“Good thing you can grow body parts back.” His laughter settled my wolf. “In that case, get out of your head and get your head in me.”
Now I was the one laughing. “I’m not sure that makes sense, but let’s go with it.”
All laughter died away as my slick finger pushed past his tight ring of muscle. Reid whimpered, grabbing at the sheets again. “Another. Give me another.”
Bossy bottom indeed.
I happily let Reid guide me through prepping him, trusting him to know what his body both wanted and could take. By the time we were up to three fingers, he was moaning and writhing beneath me.
“Hit it again,” he panted, his eyes glassy. I smirked as I tapped the small bundle of nerves as instructed. “Perfection. Fuck, Evan. How are you so good at this?”
“Must be your instructions,” I said, fucking him steadily with my fingers. “You’re making me this good.”
He bit his lip, the flush now covering him from mid-chest to his cheekbones. “Are ye really okay with it? Me being like this?”
Careful not to jostle my hand, I lifted up so he could see exactly what effect this situation was having on me. “Sweetheart, I’ve never been more turned on. I fucking love it.”
His tongue flicked out to wet his lips as his hungry gaze fell on my cock. “Good. In that case, I think it’s time to test your theory.”
I removed my hand carefully. “Fuck yes.”
As soon as I was clear, Reid was sitting up and pulling at my shoulders. “Lie down. Right there.”
I let him manhandle me into position. Had I died and gone to Heaven? That couldn’t be the case. There was no afterlife for supes.
If there were, I thought this was what mine would be.
Reid straddling my hips.
His hands shaking with need as he grabbed my cock.
Lining it up and sinking down.
“Fuck.” His eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks as he took me deeper. “Oh god. You’re so big.”
My hands went to his hips, not to slow or guide him, but because I couldn’t not touch him. “In a good way?”
“The best way,” he breathed as he bottomed out. “So much better than my toys.”
“Good.” I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to rut up into him. I couldn’t help it—the tight heat of him around my cock was extraordinary. Too fucking extraordinary. I wasn’t going to last. Not as long as I wanted to. “Take what you need, sweetheart.”
He gave a small moan as his hips rose a few inches before slamming down again. “This is the best.”
The desperate need to take him faded away as he rode me. In that moment, I knew I was changing again. That the image of Reid’s head thrown back was being etched into my very soul. The sounds of his gasps would replay in my ears. The feel of his hands braced on my chest may as well have been tattooed there.
I’d never forget this. Any of it.
