The Perfect First (Fulton U, #1)(67)

“Was that seriously your first time?” His eyes were wide as his chest rose and fell. He kept his hands on my cheeks, holding the sides of my face.

Worry crept into the back of my mind. “I told you I read up on it. It was okay, right?”

He held my chin between his fingers and lifted my face toward him. “If you think that was just okay, next time you might blow my brain out the back of my skull.” His lips met mine in a soft, almost reverent way.

My hands ran along his legs. His muscles bunched under my touch. Wrapping his arms around me, he lifted me from the floor and pulled me up onto the bed beside him, never letting his lips leave mine. He delved between my parted lips, stealing away a little bit more of my breath until he was the air I needed.

His hands worked feverishly, lifting my shirt up and over my head and dragging my pants down off my legs like they were on fire.

“I’ve been dreaming of you every night, and if I’m still dreaming, I don’t want to wake up. I need you.” That was the only warning I got. He knelt on the bed. The heavy weight of his erect cock jutted out in front of him. His recovery time was nothing short of spectacular based on what I’d read. Staring down at my body, his eyes raked over me.

“I need you too. More than my next breath, I need to feel you.”

Exposed and open to him, I’d never felt more alive. He spread my legs, letting my knees fall open. Parting my pussy with his fingers, he pressed a kiss against my clit and sucked it into his mouth. Pulsing electric pleasure shot through my body. My back arched off the bed and I yelped. Painting my pussy with his tongue, he slipped it inside me. I smacked my hand down on the bed beside me. My orgasms slammed into me in rapid succession.

“It’s unfair how good you taste, Wild Child. Making me choose between eating you out all night and watching you ride me is almost too cruel.” He grabbed a condom out of the pocket of his jeans and ripped it open with his teeth. Rolling it down his length, he hooked my legs behind the knees and rested them on his shoulders. “But I’ve got to have you now.”

He ran his dick along my soaking wet opening, teasing me with a gentle tap of his head against my clit. I grabbed a fistful of blankets under me. Moving closer on his knees, he plunged into me, one long, slow, forward movement, stretching me with every inch.

With my legs over his shoulders, I was impossibly open to him. His half stroke seemed to never end until the fronts of his thighs settled against the backs of mine. I writhed against him, gasping and sucking in short breaths against his delicious invasion.

He dropped his head, nearly resting it on mine. I’d never thought being twisted up like a pretzel could feel so good.

“You okay?” He swallowed and stared into my eyes, the connection between us tugging me forward like a string was lassoed around my heart.

I nodded. No way were any intelligible sounds coming out of my mouth at this point.

“Good, because I want you to come on my dick so I can make you come again.” Leaning in farther, pushing himself deeper than before, he kissed the tip of my nose before beginning his retreat. My walls clamped around him, not wanting him to leave, slow and steady strokes with both of our gazes locked on the apex of my thighs where we were joined together.

“More, Reece. Give me more.”

He looked up at me, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. Holding on to my knees, he slammed his hips into me.

I screamed—at least I was pretty sure I did. The windows rattled. He did it again and again, each stroke bottoming out and hurtling me toward the edge of the orgasm I’d been balancing on. My toes curled and I slammed my heels into his back. The orgasm rushed at me like a charging bull, and if I hadn’t already been on my back, I’d have been flat on my ass. I smacked my hands down on the bed, trying to hold on as Reece fucked me harder. My fingers tightened around the sheets and I took them with me as his never-ending advance stole my breath away. The headboard banged against my head and my hips shot off the mattress as he tapped on my clit in time to his thrusts.

The second brutal climax ripped through me, my muscles tightening like I was attached to a live wire. My walls clamped around him. He shouted, his fingers digging into my thighs. His cock expanded in the latex prison, triggering another orgasm that had me banging my hands against the headboard. My eyes fluttered closed and I tried to remember my own name. The warm cocoon of my orgasm and Reece’s body made my skin hum.

Falling forward, he caged me under him. He peppered my face with sweaty, half-delirious kisses. “Did I already tell you I missed you?”

“At least once.” I ran my hand along the back of his neck. Sweat clung to the hair there. “I got you all sweaty after your shower.”

“Any time, Wild Child. Any time at all.” He grinned at me.

I pulled him in for another kiss. I hadn’t had a thing to drink, but I was definitely drunk on him, and I was more than happy to drink in as much of him as I needed for as long as I could, for forever. My heart stuttered. What if we couldn’t have forever? He had been clear about what this was and what it wasn’t. He’d be drafted at the end of the year—what then? Even if I stayed, that didn’t mean he could.

He hopped off the bed and got rid of the condom before diving back in beside me.

The TV noises from downstairs transformed into a thumping bass that vibrated the bed. Voices sounded in the hallway.

“Were you supposed to be having a party today?” I propped my head up on my hand.