He opened my jeans again.
I grabbed his face and jumped to kiss him.
He picked me up and we walked a few feet.
Then he turned and walked me to another wall.
My feet hit the floor and I slid my right hand into the front of his jeans.
When I touched his cock, I bit my lip.
I looked down and let my hand follow the hard length.
I curled my fingers over the thick head of his cock and pulled my hand back.
Reed then moved to one knee before me.
I looked down at him.
When he looked up at me… waterfall.
The back of my legs tightened all the way up to my butt.
My hips inched forward, knowing what he wanted to do to me.
He grabbed my jeans and panties and pulled them down in one quick move.
I stepped out of them and his right hand touched my thigh.
His left hand moved to my inner thigh as I parted my legs for him.
Everything was fast and wild.
Which was good.
There was no room or time for emotion or thought.
This was about need.
I needed him to…
His tongue lapped between my legs.
I shut my eyes and gasped.
There were no subtle and sweet moments with Reed.
He went in for the kill.
My right hand grabbed his hair as he thrust his tongue into me.
My toes curled as I drove my hips forward with force.
He buried his face between my legs, moving his hands to my ass.
He kneaded my skin, pulling me closer even though he was as close as he could be.
And he flirted with me.
He knew what I liked. He knew my spots. He knew how to take me to the edge and pull back.
That made me… well… it made me hate him even more.
I couldn’t just get off.
Reed was fucking with me.
But I didn’t stop him.
I couldn’t stop him.
It felt too fucking good to stop.
His tongue moving up and down against my body. His lips coming together, suckling, pulling away, making obviously loud noises that made me blush because it made me feel like we were doing something so wrong.
And when he wanted me to come, he just moved up enough and latched his lips to my clit.
The second he did that, the hallway started to spin.
I slapped my hands to the wall and shut my eyes.
The lower half of my body began to shake.
I groaned over and over, almost wishing I could come without such theatrics because I didn’t want Reed to get too full of himself.
But I couldn’t help it.
I lost myself for a minute or so as I came again.
Reed held me tight to his mouth, taking my pleasure as it came in waves.
He moved up and kissed my body up to my belly button.
He paused and flickered his tongue to make me giggle.
I pulled at his hair to get him away from me.
Again, I hated that he knew where to flick his tongue to tickle.
As he stood up, he looked at me, his eyes telling me he knew everything about me.
That was the scariest part of it all…
He scooped me up into his arms and carried me toward the bedroom.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He refused to stop grinning.
I looked over his shoulder and saw my clothes scattered across the hallway.
I shut my eyes and blushed.
I could still stop this from going too far.
Except I wanted more.
Reed had the biggest bed I’d ever seen in my life.
It could easily fit five people or more.
That made my heart burn with jealousy.
I knew that the bed was used for that.
It was never just Reed sleeping in the sheets.
But I didn’t care.
Tonight it was my turn.
He lowered me down to the bed and I grabbed the back of his neck and brought him with me.
He reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra.
It was the last piece of clothing on my body.
A second later it was on the floor.
Reed dipped his mouth down to my chest.
I pushed my breasts together for him to enjoy.
His sloppy tongue ran left to right with speed, kissing from nipple to nipple.
His right hand touched between my legs where I was still extra sensitive.
I gasped and jumped.
Reed laughed.
“Shut up, Reed,” I groaned.
“You’re tender, honey,” he said. “Are you sure you can handle me?”
“Go put on a condom and see if you can handle me,” I said.
“Oh, that’s a challenge I’ll take,” he said.
He nibbled at my nipple and made my cry out.
I slapped at his face and he laughed again.
He walked to his nightstand and I rolled to my side.
I grabbed the back of his jeans and pulled them down.
He didn’t care.
And goddamn did he have a nice ass.
I hated that everything about one man could be so perfect.
I listened to him mess around with the condom wrapper.
Then he turned as he rolled it on his length.
I bit my lip at the sight of him.
It had been so long… yet it was still so familiar to me.
I ached in good ways and bad.
Reed moved onto the bed and cupped his hands under my ass.
He lifted me and slid me back on the bed.
It was strange being there with him.
All the hate I felt was matched with a sense of comfort.
It was comfortable being with him.
I knew he knew what to do.
I knew I was going to come again.
I knew what it all felt like…
Reed inched over my body.
I looked down and watched as his cock lined up to my entrance.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “Yes…”
“Beg for it, honey,” Reed said. “You haven’t had a cock like this in years. Admit it.”
“No shit, Reed,” I said. “Now just do it. Hurry.”
Reed pressed forward.
I was swollen from his fingers and tongue.
But I was more than ready for the rest of him.
As he broke me open, our eyes met again.
A split-second flicker - the kind that was needed to spark an intense fire - was there.
I turned my head and grabbed for a pillow.
I pulled it toward my mouth and bit at it as he moved deeper inside me.
Reed was being slow. Too slow. Acting as though I didn’t know what was going to happen or how it felt.
Tonight wasn’t about that kind of thing.
This was merely physical. This was that whole how great is hate sex thing he talked about.
I grabbed for his ass and dug my nails into his flesh.
“Now,” I groaned into the pillow.
“Look at me and fucking talk, honey,” Reed said.
He dipped his mouth down to my neck and kissed me hard.
He pulled at my skin and I threw my shoulder at him.
No way I was going to show up to work with a hickey on my neck.
Fuck that.
Especially from Reed.
I didn’t need some badge of honor because I was in bed with a rock star.
The regret would hit later and that would be enough.
I turned my head and Reed kissed me.
“Stop… going… slow…”
Those were the words I spit out in between kisses.
Reed thrust and there wasn’t an inch to spare.
My nails scratched from his firm ass down to the sheets.
My hips thrust at him while a part of my body begged for relief.