Reaper's Stand(43)

“I’m horny,” I said, my voice matter-of-fact. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off my boots. I grabbed my T-shirt and drew it up and over my head, tossing it over to land on top of my dresser. Then I stood and went for my pants.

London squeaked again.

“Door’s right there,” I said. “Locks from the inside, so not like you’re trapped here. If you want to leave, go. Otherwise take your clothes off.”

I stood and shoved down my pants, cock springing free to smack against my stomach. She gasped and I smiled, because I knew the view was generally considered a good one.

“Clothes?” I reminded her.

She sat up, then sort of pulled her dignity around her like a heavy cape, as if that could protect her.


It couldn’t.

“Let’s talk about this,” she said quietly. “We should set some rules, figure out where we’re going.”

“We’re going to f*ck. Then I think we’ll probably do it again. After that I’ll buy you dinner, but only if you’re nice.”

“I brought dinner with me,” she muttered.

“Christ, you’d be perfect if you didn’t have such a stick up your ass.”

I crawled forward on the bed, grabbing her ankles and jerking them down abruptly. She squawked, but she didn’t fight when I caught her hands and pressed them back into the bed, over her head. Then I lowered my mouth to catch hers—had to see if she actually tasted as good as I remembered.

She did.

I thrust my tongue in deep, closing my eyes as I savored finally getting inside her body. At first she lay passive. Then her tongue started playing with mine, a game of chase and follow I could’ve kept up for hours if my dick wasn’t on fire. Kneeing her legs apart, I settled down between them, realizing the hard way I was in serious danger of denim burn on my cock.

I pulled back and smiled down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were bright, and that shiny red hair of hers lay across the pillow like a lava flow.

“I like that color on you,” I said, shifting to the side so I could slide my hand down to her stomach. The button of her jeans opened easily enough, and her hips surged upward to meet my fingers as they found her clit.

Wet as hell. Beautiful.

“Thanks,” she muttered. “I didn’t think you’d noticed. You didn’t say anything the other day.”

“Oh, I noticed.”

“Holy crap, that feels good …” she whispered.

“I do my best.”

Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as her breathing increased. I slid my fingers up and down, dipping into her * and then pressing in and upward as my thumb kept the action going outside. Finally I pulled back and she whimpered, protesting.

To hell with this slow shit.

“You’re wearing too much,” I said. “Take something off, because otherwise I’m going to start ripping things.”

LONDON

Take something off, because otherwise I’m going to start ripping things.

I nearly had a heart attack.

Reese would let me walk out the door if I asked. I knew he would … But if I walked out, I might never come back, and in the past five minutes I’d come to the clear realization that I wanted to come here in every sense of the word.

He shoved up my shirt, exposing the red satin bra I’d decided to wear while cleaning his house for no particular reason I cared to acknowledge. Reese’s mouth caught my nipple and I forgot all about taking things off.

This was unfortunate. He hadn’t been kidding about the clothes.

Apparently sucking me through the fabric wasn’t good enough, because seconds later he caught the center fastener of my bra and snapped it in half. My breasts spilled free and then I felt the heat of his mouth pulling me back in, deep. His fingers burrowed down into my shorts, finding my clit and rubbing it hard enough that it should’ve hurt. Instead it just felt really, really good.

Need grew out of my center, sending tingles through my entire body. I couldn’t think, but I could sure as hell feel. It felt good. Real good. Better than I remembered sex, and I remembered sex as something very nice indeed.

Reese switched to my other breast, and somehow I regained enough awareness to reach down between us and cup his hard length.

His cock.

I liked the word, I really did. I liked it a lot and I liked the fact that I was free to use it as much as I wanted. I wanted to see more of it, too.

“I want your cock,” I managed to whisper, and Reese froze.

Then things changed.

Before he’d been restrained, if not gentle. Yeah, that was over now. Within seconds he had me flipped over on my stomach, and then I felt my shorts ripping down my body. I’m not quite sure what happened to my panties, but a heartbeat later his hand came under my stomach, lifting me to my knees.

I barely had time to catch my breath before I felt the head of his erection at my entrance. Not for long, though. He thrust in—hard—which was more than a little startling because I hadn’t seen any real action for years.

“Holy crap,” I grunted, and he stilled, letting me grow used to the feel of him deep inside. I felt pinned, impaled … vulnerable. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Believe it,” he muttered, fingers finding my clit again. He toyed with it and I squirmed, squeezing down on him every time he found just the right spot.