Regaining my focus, I rip the wrapper with my teeth and slide the condom down his length while he stills in my hand. His heavy breathing mixed with mine fills the room. I stare, fascinated by how much it has to stretch to form around him, and trail my fingers underneath, hearing him inhale sharply. He’s long and heavy, my fingertips barely touching as I grip him. The man is gifted. Crazy gifted. Will he even fit in me? My mind scrambles at the thought. Well, wouldn’t that be a nice fuck you from karma. Here, Dylan, feast your eyes on this magnificent penis that you can’t even handle.
Pulling out his fingers, he wipes a line of my arousal on the top of my breasts and immediately licks if off as I lift into him. “You taste fucking amazing.” He leans back and locks eyes with me, licking his lips. “I need to be in you. I can’t wait anymore.” His hands wrap my thighs around his waist as he enters me in one deep push, a loud groan escaping both our mouths.
“Reese!” His thrusts are deep and quick as I hold onto his neck with one hand and the edge of the vanity with the other, my knuckles stark white. Our eyes are on each other’s as he slows his movements, guiding his length almost completely out of me before he rams it back in.
“Dylan, holy shit.” He continues the slow torture as a bead of sweat drips from his hairline down to his jaw. Darting his tongue out, he licks his bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth, biting on it as I stare, mesmerized.
Rocking my hips into his thrusts, I feel him deeper than I have ever felt anything in my life. His green eyes are burning into mine, full of intensity and desire. His words to me echo in my ears as he tries to control our quickly climbing orgasms. “So good. So fucking good, Dylan. Let me hear you. Scream for me.” No guy has ever talked to me during sex, and it’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. His fingers dig into my hips and I think he might bruise me, but at the moment, I don’t care. The slight pain he’s inflicting on me is actually fueling my need for him.
“I’m close. Come with me,” I grunt, seeing his eyes light up. Sliding his hand between us and under my dress, his thumb presses against my clit and begins to move, bringing my climax to the surface. My nails dig into his neck as I throw my head back and erupt. “Reese. Oh, God.”
His free hand grips my neck and pulls me into his thrusts, which are now so powerful I think I might split in two. “Fuck!” he cries out. I reach up and pull his hair as he comes. His eyes never leave mine and my name escapes his lips at his release. I thought most guys closed their eyes when they climaxed, but not this one, and something about him watching me, letting me see him completely unravel, makes this even hotter somehow. He stills inside me and pulls my face toward him, bringing our lips together. His kisses are soft and sweet, going from one corner of my mouth to the other. My lips are swollen and chapped, and I couldn’t care in the least. I’d kiss this guy until my lips actually fell off.
“What the fuck was that?” he asks, my eyes flickering open and searching his face. Amazing. Mind blowing. Beyond anything I could have imagined. I want to say these things, but don’t, not really understanding why he would ask me that question or what the hell he means by it.
He shuts his eyes and pulls out of me, tossing the used condom before he pulls his pants up and tucks himself back in. Turning his body toward me, he picks up his suit jacket and slips it across his broad shoulders, his face completely impassive. Ah. The awkward aftermath of sex with a stranger. I avoid his eyes as I hop down and turn to fix my dress in the mirror, realizing he still has my panties in his pocket. Fuck, is he going to give them back? Or does he expect me to ask him for them? I meet his eyes briefly in the mirror, breaking the contact almost immediately at the sight of his tight jaw and creased brow. Fuck that. I’m not asking him anything.
The door rattles. “Shit.” His voice is clipped and irritated as he glances at me before turning toward the door. “I’m really sorry,” he says as his fingers slide the lock back and he opens it, allowing two men to enter as I stand at the sink.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?”
I shake my head and push past them, my shoulder brushing against Reese as I walk down the hallway and quickly up the stairs, leaving him in the restroom. Jesus Christ, what was his problem? What the fuck was he sorry for? He came didn’t he? I’m fuming, my hands clenched tightly at my side as I storm through the crowd. I make my way to my table where my two friends sit, picking at the food on their plates. Their eyes both lock onto my face and Joey grins wide while Juls studies me questionably.
“I need to get out of here,” I say, grabbing my clutch that I had left on the table, and trying my best to avoid their stares.
“And where the hell have you been?” Joey asks, pushing his plate away as Juls stands up and walks over toward me. “Please tell me you just got thoroughly fucked.”
“Yes, Dylan, where were you? You missed the cake cutting.”
Goddamn it. That’s the only thing I really wanted to see.
“Don’t ask.” I glance to my right and spot Reese as he walks toward his table, his eyes meeting mine briefly before flicking away. He looks thoroughly fucked as well, his hair a sexy disheveled mess.