Beg for It(63)

Reese muttered again. His fingers bit into the bed as he rolled his hips, pressing himself onto her cock. The motion pushed the end against her already pulsing clit. Corinne began to move, watching him carefully for his reaction. Going slow. Sliding in, then out, her nails scratching lightly at the insides of his thighs.

“Yeah, yeah, that,” he groaned. “Harder.”

Her nails dug into him. “Harder, what?”

His eyes flow open. “Please, harder, Ma’am…”

“Like this?” Harder, faster, she thrust.

She’d never seen a look like that on any man’s face. Never before on his. Reese was clearly lost in the sensation, and watching him, Corinne felt herself tumbling into a swirl of tightly coiling desire that built with every thrust.

“Fuck me, Ma’am…please f*ck me…”

She did, every smack against him sending another bolt of pleasure through her clit. Both of them spoke, f*ck-talk. Words of love too. His gaze snared hers, not letting go. They were connected, both of them surging hard toward climax. Reese slid his hands across the bed and along the outsides of his thighs so Corinne could lace her fingers through his. Pumping inside him with short, shallow thrusts, she winced as his grip tightened.

His cock had gone a deep, flushed red and bounced with every thrust. A puddle of clear sticky fluid had formed on his belly.

“Yes, baby,” she crooned, her own orgasm swirling, her cunt clenching. She stroked him, helping him along. “Come for me.”

He did, a thick, creamy cascade of ejaculate hitting his chest. The sight of it, this visceral, visible proof his pleasure, tipped Corinne into her own orgasm. Subtle, rippling waves of desire tickled through her, forcing a gasp. Then another, louder as a second, stronger and surprising wave of contractions hit her. She shuddered with it, no longer thrusting. Incapable of anything but letting the ecstasy pound through her, leaving her breathless.

Still inside him, Corinne came back to herself aware that Reese’s grip on her fingers had loosened. Blinking, she licked her upper lip, tasting sweat. She smiled. So did he. She eased out of him and rolled onto her side next to him to stare up at the ceiling, smiling again when he reached between them to take her hand.

“Was it always that good?” she asked after a moment or so of quiet. “Damn, baby, I just don’t remember it being that good.”

“I don’t know how anything as good as what just happened could’ve ended.”

That sobered her. Still thinking, she looked at the ceiling. Their fingers squeezed, gently.

“I loved you so much, Reese.”

She felt him twist a little to look at her, but she didn’t look back. “I loved you too.”

There could’ve been more to say after that, and maybe she should’ve found the words, but silence was all she could manage at the moment. They’d already gone over so much of this old ground, some of it in anger. All she wanted to do right now was bask in the afterglow.

Without moving much, Corinne unstrapped the harness at her hips and wriggled out of it. “I’m going to take a shower. You want to come in with me?”

A soft, contented snore was her only answer. Laughing quietly so as not to wake him, she kissed his cheek. She brushed his hair, damp with sweat, off his forehead. He was going to be sticky when he woke up, but for now she’d let him sleep.

“I still do,” she whispered, thinking his smile was because of his dreams, but his answer trailed after her as she headed for the bathroom.

“Me too.”





Chapter Thirty-Five


Before


“Bad boy, you couldn’t wait for me to get home?”

Reese turns from the stove, where he’s been stirring the pot of sauce Corinne told him he was supposed to let simmer. “Just tasting it.”

She looks tired. She had class in the morning, worked the night shift at the diner before that, and is scheduled to go back in tonight. She’s due to start her new job in a month, after she graduates. That will let her quit the diner, too, but until the job actually starts, her schedule is going to be insane. He told her she should quit the waitressing job, but she’d given him a look that made him feel stupid.

He hasn’t told her about the money he got from his parents. It would be more than enough to cover the rent for the next two months, if she quits. More than enough to cover a lot of the bills too. But Reese has barely gotten used to the idea that both his parents are gone, and that money…it’s his ticket out of here, for good. He wants to tell her, but it has to be the right time.

Usually she comes home from class and goes right to sleep, but today she’s a little later than usual because she’d stopped at the grocery store. Reese would’ve done it for her, but he still hasn’t managed to buy himself a car. Corinne slings her bag over the back of a chair and offers her face for a kiss.

“How’s it taste?” she asks.

“Not as good as you.” He kisses her, hands going to her hips, and though she responds, it’s not with as much enthusiasm as he’d like. When he tips her back a little to nuzzle at her throat, Corinne shrugs out of his grasp to move past him.

She grabs a can of cola from the fridge and pops the top. “Will dinner be ready soon? I’m starving.”

“I’ll put on the water. You want spaghetti or rotini, or…?” Reese pauses at the sight of her slightly slumping shoulders. “What?”