Getting Schooled (The Wright Brothers #1)(42)

“And I could always sabotage you in mama’s class, keep you here to retake it in the summer.”

“Okay now you sound like a stalker.”

Reese laughed, and it brought a smile to my face to see the smile back on hers. She put her hands on either side of my jaw, and brought her lips to mine. The little kiss she gave was feather-light, and she did that over and over, grinning as her eyes swept over my face. They were still glossy with emotion, but she was over the little hump, moving back toward the playful, sexy mood she’d been in before.

I groaned as she flicked her tongue over my bottom lip, then grazed it with her teeth, a move that sent blood rushing straight to my groin. She opened her legs a little wider in her straddled position, so that she could move closer, pressing her heat right up against me as she slipped her tongue into my mouth.

She still tasted like wine, savory and sweet, as her tongue skated against mine in seductive, unhurried licks. A little whimper sounded in her throat as I slipped my hands underneath her hoodie, moving and caressing soft skin until they closed around her breasts. Her nipples had already pebbled into hard peaks, and she moaned again, a little louder, when I gently tweaked them between my forefingers and thumbs.

“I hope you’re not starting something you don’t plan to finish, princess.”

She grinned at those words, and then moved away from my hands, dropping her face to my neck. She kissed, sucked, licked her way up to my jaw, and I was painfully hard by the time she made it to my ear. She teased me there with a soft flick of her tongue, and a kiss, before she murmured, “Oh, I definitely plan to finish.”

That was all I needed to hear to snatch her hoodie over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up in the soft light of the fire. I closed my hand over one dark copper areola, and my mouth over the other, making her moan, and arch against me again. I outlined the hard peak with my tongue, then gave it a long, slow suck that made her press a hand to the back of my head, inviting more. I accepted that invitation and did it again, ending with a gentle tug with my teeth.

We played like that for a few minutes, giving the other breast equal attention before we stripped each other out of our clothes. When we settled back on the couch again, there was nothing between us except the thin material of a condom. We shared an “mmmmm” as she sank onto me, surrounding me in wetness and heat. My hands closed over her ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling her onto me deeper, and I dropped my head back against the couch as she purposely clenched her muscles around me.

Goddamn, she feels good.

She leaned forward, peppering my face with soft kisses as she began to ride me. I lifted my head, capturing her mouth to taste and devour as I looped an arm around her waist, keeping her anchored close to me. Her movements were measured, fluid as she rolled her hips against me, pushing her body up and down. Even when she sped up, she only lost her rhythm when I dipped my head, licking, kissing, sucking her hard nipples again.

Her hands gripped my shoulders, using me for leverage as she rode me harder, faster. I pushed my fingers between her legs, finding her clit, and used her wetness to massage it in tight, firm circles. She let out a loud, “ahhh!” and fell against my chest, burying her face in my neck as she continued to ride.

Her arms went around my neck, holding tight as I locked my arm around her waist, using deep thrusts to drive into her. “Jaaay!” she whimpered in my ear, then repeated again and again in helpless moans as she rocked against me, meeting my upward strokes with frantic movements of her own. I felt the quiver in her legs and tension in her hips just before she came. Reese melted against me, nails digging into my shoulders, her body gripping and squeezing to milk me out of my own release.

She didn’t try to move, and neither did I. We stayed where we were, locked together, with her face still buried in my neck, and me still inside of her. After a while, our breathing slowed to a normal pace, and Reese finally lifted her head, looking up.

“Jay?” she said, and I met her eyes in surprise. “Why’d you look at me like that?”

I chuckled. “Shocked you called me what I’ve been asking you to call me. You always call me Jason. I only get to be Jay when my dick is in you I guess.”

“Only time you’ve earned a nickname, to be honest,” she giggled, then laid her head against my chest again.

She shivered as I ran my hand up her back, then down again, letting it rest on her ass. “Hey, what were you about to say though?”

“When?”

“When you called me Jay.”

“Oh!” She shifted against me again, wrapping her arms around me. “I was going to ask if you were ready to heat up that spaghetti again now. I’m hungry.”





twelve.





“Reese. Reese.”

“Whaaaat?”

Reluctantly, I dragged my eyes open, squinting against the growing light in the room. It couldn’t have been later than seven or so, on a Saturday morning, and Jason was hovering over me, nudging my shoulder.

“I’m leaving, and I want you to get up and come lock your deadbolt,” he said, chuckling as I batted his hand away.

“Just turn the lock on the knob.”

“Nah.” He nudged me a little harder, and then his hands were under the covers, pulling me into a seated position. “I need you to come and do the deadbolt.”