Reid: Vested Interest #4 Page 13

  “Jesus, yes.”

  I didn’t know who moved first. One minute she was lying down, the next, I was on top of her on the sofa. Our mouths fused together in messy, passionate kisses. Our teeth clashed, tongues dueled, and we moaned and clung to each other. I was desperate to feel her, needing her as close as possible. I pulled her tight, shouting as the sofa disappeared and I thudded to the floor, Becca on top of me.

  She stared, her eyes wide.

  “We fell off.”

  Chuckling, I moved her hair off her face and cupped her cheeks. “Yes, we did.”

  She pushed up on her arms, her chest molded to me. The action brought her hips flush with mine, making me hiss as my erection became trapped between us.

  Her face lifted, and she met my eyes.

  “Is that for me?”

  “Always.”

  She shifted, rubbing against me. “Are you often this way?”

  “Only every time I see you.”

  She sat up, straddling me.

  Without thinking, I gripped her hips. “Becca,” I warned, the sensation overwhelming.

  She rolled her hips. “You like how that feels, Reid?”

  All I could do was moan.

  She lowered herself to my mouth, her warm breath washing over my face. “Maybe we need to explore this.”

  Explore.

  Yes. I wanted to explore her. Everywhere.

  In one fluid move, she was on her feet. She extended her hand, and I took it, pulling myself up. We stood, our eyes locked.

  “Do you want this?” she whispered. “You want me?”

  Bravely, I grabbed her hand and cupped my erection. “What do you think?”

  Her fingers spread wide, teasing my length. “I think we need to go to my bedroom.”

  I ran my hand over her head and rested it on her neck, feeling her rapid pulse.

  “I-I’ve never . . . I’m not sure . . .”

  She lifted up on her toes, her mouth light on mine. “I know, baby. Let me show you.”

  I followed her to her room, nerves overtaking me. Regardless of how I quipped or made fun of myself, I wanted to be good for her. Making love with Becca was significant—for each of us.

  In her room, she turned on the small, bedside lamp to a dim glow. She turned to me, lacing our fingers together.

  “Are you sure?”

  I pulled a hand through my hair. “This is all wrong, isn’t it? It should be me asking you. I should know what I’m doing.”

  She grabbed my hand, pulling it to her chest. “No, Reid, this is perfect.”

  She inched closer, ran her hand up my neck, and pulled my face to hers. “I want to be your first.” She kissed my cheek. “I want you to use me, to learn.” She ran her lips to my ear, tugging on the lobe, and making me shudder.

  “I want you to be more than my first,” I admitted.

  “Oh yes, Reid.” She laughed, the sound low and sultry in the room. “I’ll be your first, your last, and everything in between. Count on it.”

  Then she kissed me, and I let her take control. It was no longer messy or frantic. It was deep, emotional, and sexy as hell. She explored my mouth, the taste of her filling my head. I yanked her tight to my chest, letting her consume me. Our tongues danced, sliding sensuously together. She licked and nipped at my lips. I teased the roof of her mouth and tilted my head to give her access to mine. Anything she wanted, she could have.

  She bunched my shirt in her fist, tugging on the material. With a groan, I broke away, yanking it over my head and sending it flying behind me. I fingered the bottom of her T-shirt, and when she nodded, I tugged it off. Her rapid breathing made her breasts move, and I reached out, cupping them in my hand. She stepped back, took off her camisole, and pulled down her jeans, kicking them to the side. She stood before me in nothing but a thong.

  A tiny, pink thong.

  My cock jerked. My mouth watered. My hands clenched into fists. My breathing became gasps as she reached for my belt, unzipped me, and pushed off my jeans.

  Her eyes widened. “You’re commando.”

  I found my voice. “I usually am.”

  “Your cock . . .” Her voice trailed off.

  “What?” I asked in a strangled voice. Did she not like what she saw?

  Her hand wrapped around me, stroking gently. “So big,” she whispered, moving closer. “So beautiful.” She added her other hand, twisting her fingers slightly, making me groan. “So, so big.”

  She lifted her face, brushing her mouth on mine. “Tell me what you want, Reid.”

  “You,” I growled. “Naked on your bed.”

  “What do you want to do to me?”

  “Everything.”

  She stepped back, perching on the mattress. Her hands slid to her hips, but I shook my head. “No. I want to do that. I want to get you naked.”

  She eased herself to the middle of the mattress, opening her arms.

  “You can have whatever you want. Do whatever you want to do.”

  I slid my fingers into the lace by her hips, drawing the pink satin down her legs. She lay before me, naked and perfect. She drew up her knees, smiling coquettishly. “Ask me, Reid.”

  I swallowed the dryness in my throat. “Open your legs, Becca.”

  I almost fell to my knees as her legs opened and I saw her fully for the first time.

  “Exquisite.”

  Her position was relaxed, her expression playful, except she was anything but. Her breasts heaved as she drew in deep breaths, her hands curled into fists on the blankets, and I saw the slight tremor to her body.

  Somehow knowing she was nervous as well helped settle my own nerves. I crawled onto the mattress, sliding between her thighs. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

  “Touch me, Reid.”

  I lowered my head, kissing her skin. I never lingered in one place, my mouth gliding over the satin of her, exploring and tasting. I wanted to feast on her. Lay claim to every inch of her.

  The nape of her neck was warm and salty, and her shoulders tasted like honey. Her nipples tautened into hard buds under my tongue, the feel of them an aphrodisiac. I sucked and licked, playing with one breast then the other, listening to her reactions, learning her noises. She loved it when I scraped my teeth on the peak and sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the bud to ease the sting. She was ticklish when I trailed my tongue down her arm, giggling when I nipped at the soft skin of her inner elbow and wrist.

  She arched and writhed the lower I went. Her hips filled my hands, and I licked a path between them. I sat back, pushing open her thighs, my focus entirely on her pussy. She was bare, pink, wet, and glistening.

  “I want to touch you,” I whispered.

  “Yes. I want you to.”

  I met her lust-filled gaze. “Not only with my fingers.”

  Her eyes widened. “Yes.”

  “I’ve never done this.”

  “I know.”

  “I want this to be good for you.”

  She sat up, placing her hand over my heart. “It will be, because it’s you. It’s us.”

  “I’m a fast learner,” I assured her.

  She smiled. “I have to learn you as well.”

  Her words only made me harder. I wanted her to learn me. All of me.

  Covering her mouth with mine, I eased her back to the mattress, kissing her until we were breathless.

  “Tell me if I do something wrong.”

  Becca

  HE LOOKED SO nervous. So intense. So sexy. His hair was disheveled, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed. He was lean but muscular, his arms toned from his workouts, and his chest scattered with dark hairs. His waist was narrow, his V, sharp and defined.

  And his cock.

  Thick and heavy. Hard and erect. Huge. The head glistened with his excitement, almost purple with the massive size of his uncut erection. I was desperate to touch and taste, to feel how he would fill me, but I knew how important the first time was to him. How much he want
ed it to be good for me, so I had to let him set the pace. We had already discussed birth control. I was covered, and since he had never been with anyone, he was clean. I had bought condoms and had them in my nightstand, but I didn’t care if we used them. I wanted to feel him—all of him.

  Never had anyone looked at me the way Reid did. Desperate and wanting. Filled with need and longing. His hazel eyes glittered in the dim light, his full mouth pursed as he slid down my body. Knowing he was that close to my most intimate place, that he was finally going to touch me, made me wetter than I had been. Ever.

  He looked at me, then lowered his gaze. I felt the gentle, tentative touch of his finger. I was already so turned on that I inhaled hard at the sensation. He touched again, gliding over my hard bud. My hips flew up of their own accord and I whimpered his name.

  He chuckled, quiet but raspy. “Oh, Becca. I love how you feel. So soft.” His voice dropped. “Wet.”

  One finger became two, and he became braver—exploring, feeling, touching.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

  He met my eyes. “You are every fantasy I’ve ever had come true, right here. If there was nothing else, I’d be happy for life.”

  “We have all night. You can have everything.”

  He closed his eyes and sighed. He lowered his head, and I felt the first light touch of his mouth on me.

  I gasped.

  He groaned.

  He pushed forward, covering me with his lips. Moments later, Reid Fucking Matthews proved how fast a learner he was. His mouth was wicked, his tongue talented. Pleasure racked my body as he sucked and teased. Slid his long finger inside me, then added another. Strummed my clit, humming against the sensitive nub, making me quiver.

  He was a natural at it.

  He began to consume me, everywhere he touched on fire. Sparks shot through my body, shivers sweeping over me.

  I began to stiffen, my orgasm bearing down on me. I cried out his name, gripped the back of his head, pleading and begging. For what, I had no idea, but Reid did. He pressed harder, his fingers stroking me exactly where I needed them.

  I exploded, crying, gasping, spasming around his mouth. Calling his name, I arched my back as I gripped the comforter, needing something to anchor myself to the bed.

  Reid gentled his mouth, turning his head to the side, kissing my thigh. He caressed my torso with his hands, soothing and soft. Laying his head on my stomach, he kissed my skin, then slid his hands under me, holding me close, letting me recover. He glanced up, pleased, arching one eyebrow.

  “Okay, then?”

  I grinned. “Epic.” Then I surprised him. Sitting up, I pushed him back to the mattress. His erection stood straight and proud.

  “I think it’s my turn.”

  “Fuck,” he muttered, lifting up on his elbows. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

  I trailed a finger up his shaft, teasing the crown. “You don’t want my mouth on you?”

  “I’m not sure I’ll last.” He swallowed. “I want to be inside you the first time I come.”

  “You will be.” I hovered over him. “Just a taste.” I wrapped my hand around the steel of him. “You wouldn’t deny me one taste of your cock, would you?”

  “Jesus,” he said and panted. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

  I opened my mouth and slid him in. He was musky, salty, and perfect. I licked and teased, taking in as much of him as I could. Our eyes locked, his gaze riveted on the way his cock looked gliding in and out of my mouth.

  “You look so sexy.” He trailed a finger over my cheek. “My cock in your mouth. The way your tongue feels . . .” His head fell back with a long moan. “Becca, please, baby. You need to stop.”

  I released his cock with a final lick.

  I crawled up his legs, straddling him. “Like this?”

  He nodded, his brow furrowed. “Are you, ah, ready for me?”

  I leaned forward, my lips at his ear. “I have never been wetter or readier, Reid Matthews. I want you so much I’m aching for you.”

  “I should wear a condom. I want you to feel safe.”

  “I do feel safe. I want to feel you. Just you.”

  “Oh God,” he hissed. “Are you sure?”

  I slid over him. “Yes.”

  His hands settled on my hips. “I want to be inside you. Now.”

  I rubbed his cock along my folds, his blunt head hot and wet. Gripping his shaft, I guided him inside, slowly sinking down, steel inch by steel inch until I was full, and our skin flush.

  He felt magnificent inside me.

  “Fuck, Becca, I can’t . . . I’ve never felt anything like this. Oh God.”

  I began to move. Up, down. Slow and steady, pumping him. He gripped my hips, beginning to move, matching my rhythm. Beads of sweat spotted his forehead. My back felt damp. His grip tightened, his movements picking up. He began to mumble, the words too low for me to hear.

  Then, once again, Reid Matthews went to the head of the class.

  With a quiet roar, he sat up, shocking me as we fell back, him on top. He grabbed my leg, lifting it over his shoulder. His hips slammed into mine, pushing his cock in deeper, making me cry out. He anchored his hand to the headboard, hovering over me, his eyes wild.

  “I’m gonna . . . Jesus . . . Becca . . . I can’t . . .”

  His head fell into my neck and his body spasmed. I clamped down on him as another orgasm tore through me. A long, loud groan filled the room as his cock jerked and he came, every muscle in his body tightening, his frame shuddering as he rode out his orgasm.

  Then he collapsed on top of me.

  Boneless.

  I wrapped my arms around him, welcoming the weight.

  I touched my lips to his ear.

  “Okay, then?”

  He chuckled, his chest vibrating against me. When he lifted his head, wonder filled his eyes.

  He pressed his mouth to mine.

  “Epic.”

  “Is it normal to be hungry after sex?” Reid mumbled against my shoulder.

  I stretched, feeling seldom-used muscles protesting. I grimaced, turning my head to meet his gaze.

  “I think when you’ve had sex three times in a row, it’s probably normal.”

  He tugged me closer, trailing his lips down my neck. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.”

  “You winced.”

  I chuckled at the worry in his voice, rolling over so I could see his face. He hovered over me, frowning.

  “Reid, I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. Almost two years. And you’re, ah . . .”

  “I’m what?”

  “You’re big, okay? Your penis is large.”

  His lips quirked. “My penis? So proper. Ten minutes ago, you were calling it my cock and begging me to fuck you with it.” He bent and nipped at my neck playfully. “My dirty-talking Becca.”

  I laughed.

  “Fine. Your cock is huge, Reid. I just need to get used to it.”

  He was over me in a second, his cock pressing against my hip. It seemed he was making up for the lost years. All it took was a few words, and he was hard and ready to go.

  “I’m happy to help you get used to it. They say practice makes perfect.”

  I pushed against his shoulder. “They say too much of a good thing is bad as well.”

  He stilled. “Too much? Am I pushing too hard?”

  I cupped his face. “Don’t look so worried. I’m fine, but I need a bit of a breather.” I glanced at the clock. “It’s two a.m. You’ve had me three times in as many hours. Maybe pizza first, then you can, ah, resume your practice?”

  “Pizza, then practice. I’m good with that.”

  “Maybe a little sleep?”

  A look of tenderness crossed his face. He lifted a stray curl off my face, tucked it behind my ear, and rubbed his nose against mine in an affectionate gesture.

  “Becca Baby, if all I could do was sle
ep with you the rest of the weekend, I’d be happy. Being with you like this is more than I ever hoped for.” He softened his voice almost to a hum. “You’re all I ever hoped for.”

  My chest constricted at his tender words. He could turn from teasing to serious in a second. Melt me with his thoughts he had no problem sharing. Reid didn’t play games or hide his feelings. I didn’t know if it was because of his past, or if that was simply the way he was built, but I loved it.

  “Just a little sleep.” I grinned.

  A mischievous smile lit his face. “Thank God.”

  I pushed him away and slid out of bed. I lifted my arms over my head, stretching out my back. Reid watched me, his gaze following my every move. I moved leisurely, letting his eyes roam over me, feeling the heat of his stare. Lust, hungry and rampant, filled his gaze. His cock swelled, tenting the blanket that covered him. He bit his lip, leaning back on the pillows, slowly dragging his hand down his chest. It disappeared under the blanket.

  “See what you do to me, Becca?” he asked, his voice gruff. “You are so beautiful, and I want you again. I want to feel your hot, wet pussy wrapped around my cock. I want to hear you moan my name. I want to make you forget about everyone before me. I only want you to remember me. My touch. My mouth. My cock.”

  His words. His sexy, need-filled words. Suddenly, I needed him with the same intensity.

  “There is only you, Reid.” I stepped forward, placing one knee on the bed. I tugged the blanket away. His fist was around his cock, the head already weeping. “Show me. Show me how much you want me again.”

  In a second, I was under him, his mouth hard on mine, and his cock stroking my center. I wrapped my legs around his hips, arching my back to bring him closer.

  Pizza could wait.

  “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

  I tried to close my legs, but he was wedged between them, refusing to move.

  “Reid, until last night, you were a virgin. I don’t think you’ve seen that many.”

  He didn’t look up, his fingers tracing small circles on my thighs. “Not true. In prison, there’s tons of porn available. On the net, I can click a hundred different sites and see as much pussy as I want.” He glanced at me with a firm nod. “Trust me, yours is the prettiest.”