Reed’s pulse careened when she squeezed his sac, her lips wrapped firmly around his shaft as she increased the pace from fast to furious and propelled him to a whole new realm of mind-blowing pleasure.
“Fuck.” As his balls drew up from impending release, he abruptly pulled out of her eager mouth. “I need to be inside you, Darce. I want to feel you squeezing my cock when I come.”
She peered up at him with hazy eyes, and he’d honestly never seen a more beautiful sight. Her hair was tousled, cheeks flushed, lips glossy from sucking him.
Reed yanked her back in his lap, snapping one arm over the side of the couch in search of his jeans. His fingers collided with denim, frantically sliding into his pocket for the condoms he’d shoved there before he’d left the club.
Once he was sheathed, he gripped Darcy’s slender hips and drew her down on his cock. The second their bodies were joined, his heart stopped beating and white dots flashed in front of his eyes. Sweet Jesus. Being inside this woman was the best feeling in the world.
She brought her mouth to his and he welcomed her kiss, his hips rising in an upward thrust as their lips met. Reed swallowed her moan of pleasure, kissing her so deeply his lungs were screaming for oxygen by the time he broke their mouths apart.
“Ride me hard,” he ground out. “Take me straight to heaven, baby.”
A faint smile lifted her lips. “I love having sex with you, Reedford.”
“I’d be worried if you didn’t, considering my cock is buried inside you right now.” He chuckled. “Now are you going to fuck me or do I need to give you some incentive?”
She looked intrigued. “Hmmm. Like what?”
He placed his hand directly over her mound and dug the heel of it into her clit. A yelp flew out of her mouth, blue eyes instantly darkening with desire.
“That works,” she said breathlessly, before raising herself up and then slamming down again.
Reed’s pulse drummed between his ears as she rode him. Lord, her pussy was like a steel vise, clutching him so tight he didn’t stand a chance in hell of restraining himself.
He came way too fast, and so hard his head slammed into the arm of the couch and his body went limp with mindless need. Hot waves of pleasure drowned out his thoughts, his surroundings fading away. Darcy was all he could concentrate on, and another shudder rolled through him when he felt her inner muscles spasm and heard her cry of release.
She collapsed on top of him, her firm breasts crushed against his chest. Reed’s arms wrapped around her and stroked her back while she came down from the orgasmic high.
“You doing okay?” His voice was rusty thanks to his dry mouth.
Darcy responded with a sated mumble, her hair tickling his chin and bringing the sweet smell of her shampoo to his nostrils. He inhaled deeply, memorizing her scent, the way she felt in his arms.
The guilt he’d felt when he’d first entered her apartment didn’t surface again. He was so content lying there with her, amazed that it was actually happening. He’d wanted this for so long. Long enough that his expectations could’ve easily been thwarted, the reality a disappointing contrast to his fantasies, but it was every bit as good as he’d imagined. No, it was better than he’d imagined.
Darcy gently eased herself off him. Her hair cascaded over one shoulder, so long that it covered her nipples.
He reached up and pushed those strawberry blond waves aside, his thumb and forefinger closing over one pink nipple to give it a teasing pinch. Immediately, heat flared in her eyes. She glanced down, sighing when she noticed that his cock was still semi-hard.
“Don’t tell me you’re ready to go again.”
Reed grinned in challenge. “Don’t tell me you’re not.”
“Dude, I’m a woman. Multiple orgasms, remember? I can go all night.”
Damned if he didn’t like the sound of that.
But her teasing expression quickly transformed into one of regret. “Actually, I can’t. It must be one o’clock by now, which means I have to go to bed. My workdays start at eight in the morning.”
“Right.” Disappointment tightened his chest. He often forgot that not everybody started work at six p.m. like he did.
“Tomorrow is our last self-defense class,” she reminded him.
“I know.” He hesitated. “Maybe we can grab dinner afterward? You know, build our strength before all the wild sex we’re gonna have.”
She seemed equally hesitant. “I’m totally on board for the wild sex part. But, um, I’m not sure going out to dinner is a good idea.”
Reed searched her face. “Why not?”
She proceeded to do that cute lip-biting thing again, an indisputable omen that he wasn’t going to like what she had to say.
“I think…” Darcy sighed. “I think we both need to be clear about what this is.”
“You wanted a fling. It’s a fling.” He couldn’t stop the edge that crept into his voice.
“Yes, but we need to establish what each of us considers a fling.” She nervously toyed with a strand of hair before tucking it behind her ear. “I don’t want anything serious.”
Reed bit his tongue before he could call bullshit.