His gaze seductively travels from my face to my throat before he takes a long, lingering look at my cleavage. He leans forward an inch, eating up the view down my shirt. As he leisurely returns his focus to my face, his tongue swipes across his lips, leaving them glistening.
I pulse with need, feeling a tremble at the apex of my thighs.
Apparently, the relief from exposing all my secrets has gone straight to my harlot clit. Reed’s experiencing a similar reaction in his rapidly growing erection.
With a single rock of my hips, I draw an upward thrust from him.
That’s all the encouragement I need.
“Well, I don’t have a pen or paper on me.” I hover my lips over his and waggle my brows. “Maybe we should make this pact official in another way.”
His eyes turn feral in a heartbeat. “Take your fucking clothes off,” he orders.
“I was thinking a kiss,” I stammer, already shifting off him to comply. “Although this works.”
He was in me only hours ago, and I’m desperate to have him again.
Reed wastes no time in unzipping his pants and shimmying them off. “We can kiss too, but I need to make you scream my name before we leave.”
Taking my cue from him, I leave my top on, only stripping from the waist down. As soon as my lower half is exposed, he reaches for me. I expect him to pull me back to his lap, but he does me one better.
His large hand eases between my thighs, rubbing along the seam of my pussy in long strokes. Involuntarily, I spread my legs to give him room to work and add a sway to my hips.
“Mmm. You’re already wet for me, you wanton little thing.” While working his palm back and forth under me, he pins me with the most scorching smolder I’ve ever seen. “Fuck, Lila. I need a quick taste.”
“Who am I to deny you?” I survey our surroundings to find the most efficient way to honor his wish. My inexperience shows when I just stand there, pulsating over his palm. “How do you want me?”
“Every way imaginable for starters,” he jokes without smiling, which makes me wonder how serious he might be. He pats the couch. “Put one leg up here.”
Fighting off my timidness, I do as instructed. Despite the lack of grace I showed dismounting his motorcycle, I manage to propmy leg up without tumbling onto my butt. That’s a win in my book.
Exposed to him in broad daylight this way, I’m tempted to ask him for a different position. In the dark. Under a blanket, perhaps.
Before the words meet my tongue, he’s already shifted to the edge of the couch and lined up his face with my needy core. He dives in with a hungry vigor, using my elevated leg to hold me against his mouth.
All my shyness turns into a mist that I swallow with a blissful inhale. One hand falls to his head, and the other to his broad shoulder.
Who said anything about wanting a different position? Certainly not me.
If I was able to expose all my secrets to him, I can expose a body part he seems to have taken a shine to.
He finds my clit in record time, lapping at it with the flat of his tongue. My hips flex involuntarily, driving me against his face. There’s no teasing or gentle exploration. He’s all fire and need, eating me like I’m a delicacy he’s been yearning for.
And it’sreallydoing it for me.
When he slips two fingers inside my pussy, I see stars. And when he scissors them, I fear I might black out.
He looks up at me, pulling his mouth away just long enough to say, “You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t get enough of you.”
If he’s full of bull, he’s the best liar on the planet. It’s impossible to doubt his words when he’s gazing at me with that much affection and my arousal glistening on his lips and chin.
Against all odds, he’s somehow helping me see myself through his eyes.
As he returns to his mission, I close my eyes and toss my head back. Every few seconds, I give in to the urge to apply a little pressure to his head, driving his face harder against mycore. And when I do, he offers an appreciative squeeze of my butt with his free hand.
In almost no time, he brings me to the precipice with the perfect amount of suction on my clit, which he alternates with ravenous swirls of his tongue. As if that wasn’t enough, he dips his fingers in and out of me in a contrasting rhythm, which gives me no reprieve from the onslaught of pleasure.
“Oh my god, Reed. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
