“Are you not enjoying this?” Lick. “Because I sure as hell am. In fact,” Lick, “I think I’ll do this for the rest of the night.”
Oh, God, he’s trying to kill me. Fuck that. If he won’t get me off, then I’ll fucking do it. Quickly dropping my hand to my sex, I go to rub my two favorite fingers on my spot when he grabs my hand, forcing it back down to the wood and holding it there firmly. Letting out a string of colorful curse words, I finally let myself go limp on the table and give up.
“Why are you doing this?” I whimper as he continues his torment.
His breath warms me between my legs. “Because you wouldn’t let me touch you. Do you have any idea how close I was to breaking through your window?” He licks my clit quickly and I pant. “I want to be the only one to give you pleasure, Dylan. Your orgasms belong to me.” Holy shit. I am completely fine with that. Yes. Absolutely.
“So I can’t touch myself anymore?”
“No, you can, but only if I am there to help you. You’ll never come as hard as when I do it anyway.” Another lick and I shake. “You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I agree, knowing he is indisputably right. The orgasms I give myself are bland compared to his. Even this anguish he is currently inflicting on me is better somehow. I moan loudly. “Please, you’re the only guy who’s ever made me come.”
He stops, completely frozen between my legs. I feel his hot breath against my skin, but nothing else. Shit, was that not something he should know? Awesome. No Reese style orgasms for me tonight. Good job, Dylan. Brilliant.
“Really?” His question hits me after several long seconds of silence.
I nod and cover my face with my hands. “Really. It’s just you.” Oh, those words rip through me in a way I don’t need them to. I’m going to fuck this up, and it’ll be entirely my fault. I open my mouth to say something, anything, when he wraps his lips around my clit and pulls it into his mouth. “Oh, God,” I cry out. Sucking hard, then harder, he growls against me and I go off like a missile.
“YES.” Mid-orgasm, he stands up, and before I can protest the sudden change of direction, he charges straight into me. “Reese.”
“Dylan. Holy fuck, you feel incredible.” His words are barely audible over my cries as the first orgasm rips through me and another comes up close behind. His hands mold to my breasts as I grip the edge of the workbench and hold on for dear life.
“Tell me again. Tell me I’m the only man who’s ever made you come.” He pants as his powerful hips crash against my legs. My eyes are glued to his broad shoulders, which are flexing with each drive.
I release my lip that I’ve been biting and look up at him. “You’re the only man. And you’re so fucking good at it.” My eyes are locked onto his face, his chest, his neck as it pulses with each thrust. His gaze drops to between my legs and I know he’s watching himself enter me over and over, stroking me hard and deep. “So sexy, love. Christ, I’m close.” Pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, his hands dig into my hips and pull me against his pelvis. I fall, giving him another orgasm as I arch my back off the workbench and clench around him. He groans loudly and pulses inside me, giving me his release with my name on his lips.
“Holy shit,” I pant between quick breaths as he splays his body on top of mine.
“Yeah, holy shit,” he says into my neck. I wrap my arms around his back and hold him to me. I’ve missed this. The feel of his chest against mine, the way my skin warms instantly against his. Having him killing me slowly between my legs with his mouth is worth it if it allows me to be this close to him. At the movement of his head, I glance down to see his eyes turn up to mine.
“Handsome,” I say, smiling as if I’d just won the lottery. He winks at me and quickly kisses my breasts before he stands up and glances down at our hot pink covered bodies.
“Love, I think we need a shower.” He arches his brow at me and I quickly sit up, nodding frantically. Shower with Reese? Hell fucking yes.
“This way.” I hop down and grab my clothes off the stool as he retrieves his, trailing behind me as I start up the stairs.
“Ah!” After a quick slap on my backside from him, we make it to the top and I turn around to face him, backing farther into my living space. “This is me,” I say, watching him take it in. It doesn’t take him long. There isn’t much to look at. He peers around the partition and wiggles his brows at me when he spots my bed. No way, buddy. Not happening.
“I like it. It’s tiny though,” he states with a smile as he follows me into my bathroom.