The last time I was out with him and his friends, it didn’t go so well.
“I can’t, I… ” I trail off, gasping as he slides a finger ever so slowly into my slick entrance. He curls it upwards in a come-hither motion, leisurely pumping in and out of me like he has all the time in the world, like I’m his favourite instrument to play. Once. Twice. And on the third strum, he dips a second finger inside me, brushing his thumb over my clit.
“Fuck, yes!” I hiss, tipping my head back against the stone wall. My pussy throbs around his fingers, aching for release. His fingers go still inside me, and my eyes flicker open, searching his face.
“Yes?” He flashes an evil grin, teasing my clit with gentle flicks of his thumb, but refusing to move his fingers.
I buck my hips forward, greedily taking them as deep as they’ll go. “Don’t tease me, Sullivan,” I warn with a growl, and he takes it as a challenge.
Reed swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, tilting his head to the side.
“Do you want to come, Gravenhurst?” he asks, sliding out of my cunt slowly, and pushes inside me again. Once. Twice. Fuck. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and nod, praying to God he doesn’t stop again or I might just die.
He hikes my knee up between us, giving himself better access, and I glance down, my breath coming in short, ragged pants. His fingers glisten with my arousal as he pumps his fingers inside me at a pace that has my orgasm building rapidly. I moan, far too loud as pleasure trails through my body.
“Use your words. Tell me how bad you want me to make you come.”
I don’t answer, too busy riding each small wave that makes my body tremble, and he slows to a stop. “Fuck! Okay! Bad, really fucking bad.” I whimper, “Make me come, Reed, please.”
He chuckles, a low and dangerous sound from deep within his chest. “You take my fingers so well,” he praises, pushing back inside of me. My body is wound up tight from his edging, and I close my eyes, giving way to madness, as he licks and nips along my neck, seconds from release.
“But if you want to come.” He kisses me again. My chest rises and falls in heavy breaths, letting pleasure consume me. I don’t hear a word he’s saying until his fingers slip out of me,again.“You’re going to have to meet me tonight.”
Reed takes a step back, with a satisfied grin. My body mourns the loss of his warmth. My pussy aches for the release that he promised, and my arousal drips down my inner thigh.What the actual fuck.He laughs and begins to walk away.
“What the hell, Sullivan!” I shout after him.
Reed casually tucks his hands in the pockets of his slacks, flashing me a smile over his shoulder and fuckingwinks. “See you tonight, Gravenhurst.”
“I’ve missed you,” Reed whispers, quiet but intense as he presses me against the passenger door of his car.
“Is that so?”
“Mhm,” he rumbles against the edge of my chin, rekindling the flame he refused to extinguish earlier today.
“You just saw me a few hours ago.” I huff a laugh, and he drags his gaze over my body like he’s starving.
“Yeah, well…turns out I’m obsessed.” He smirks, pulling my hand, leading me away from the vehicle. “Tragic for you, actually.”
I hear waves crashing against the shore and people chattering in the distance, not far from the side street we parked on.
“Where are you taking me, Sullivan?” I laugh nervously, trailing behind him.
“It’s Hollow Night, Gravenhurst.”
“Hollow Night…” I repeat, confused.
“Surely you’ve heard ofit.” He peers at me from over his shoulder. I shake my head, and Reed slows his pace to match mine.
“Once a year, in autumn, the town lights a huge bonfire. We call it Hollow Night. Supposedly, the tradition stemmed from town folks and founding families, burning a fire high and mighty as a way to scare off evil spirits, diseases and bad luck,” he explains, voice deepening as if he’s telling me a ghost story. “But nobody really believes that anymore. Townspeople use it now as an excuse to get drunk and party together,” he explains, slinging his arm over my shoulders. My shoes sink into sand, and I break my gaze from Reed, staring straight ahead at the massive bonfire and the ocean crashing up against the shore right behind it.
Reed guides me through the crowds of people, old and young, until we reach a wooden picnic table occupied by his friends. I sigh, my anxiety at an all-time high when I’m around these people. He squeezes my hand, letting me know he’s got me. Jenkins is the first one I notice. I haven’t seen him since our quarrel at his party, and if I had it my way, I’d never have to see him again. He’s wearing an oversized leather jacket, his curly brown hair hanging loose over the collar. No one else has noticed us approaching yet, and I debate asking Reed if we could skip out on this altogether.
“Hey, ladies,” Reed calls out. His friends whip their heads toward us, genuine smiles spreading across their faces, and then falter when their attention settles on me.Fuck. This should be interesting. A slow, demonic smile crawls across Jenkins’ lips.
“I’m shocked your friend agreed to hang out with us again, Sullivan.” He huffs a laugh.
“Girlfriend, actually,” he corrects, and I stiffen next to him, “and you’ll treat her as such from here on out.”
