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I wish he were here, but duty calls, apparently. Even though he’s healing from his injuries, he still has to show up for practice. Something about being kept in the loop of what the team is doing, even if he’s not going to be out there himself.
But if he’s already hobbling around, it’d be so easy for him to sink to his knees at the foot of the bed. And if I were already chained there, spread-eagled and naked and at the tail end of a full day and night’s worth of teasing with tongues and fingers and vibrators, oh my…
All I’ve got on are some little cotton shorts and a thin tank top. Pregnancy has me running hot so I try to wear as little as respectably possible these days. It makes it easy for me to slide my hand into the elastic waistband of my shorts.
I’m already soaked. As soon as my fingers part my lips, a warm shock of pleasure runs through me from my sensitive clit.
“Oh, fuck…”
I don’t want to waste time and honestly, I am too horny to give myself “foreplay.” This is a quick and dirty kind of deal. I immediately circle my fingers on my clit. It hardens instantly, pulsing and twitching, finally getting attention after weeks of neglect.
It’s hard to masturbate with two strangers on the other side of a door, after all.
But now that I’m on my own, I can whine freely, massaging the sensitive bud in steady circles. It’s funny how you don’t realize how horny on a regular basis you are until you end up in a dry spell. I’m so soaking wet I can feel my panties getting damp the more I play with myself.
In my head, it’s Reese’s fingers touching me. Stroking my clit and hooking a finger into me to stroke further. I buck my hips against my own hand, writhing against the couch in a desperate bid to find the perfect point of friction so I can?—
“Well, hello there.”
I jump. My eyes fly open and I shoot up, sitting on the couch, my hand still tangled up in my shorts.
Reese stands before me. I hadn’t even heard him come in. When did he get here? How long has he been watching me? The flush on my skin burns all the way up my throat. I don’t speak. He’s caught me literally with my hand in the cookie jar, as Q would say.
The glint in his eyes is full of hunger. As I watch, too shocked and dumbfounded to form words in the English language, he shrugs his hoodie off, leaving him in just his gray jogger sweatpants and a Bulls tank that clings to the contours of his muscles.
My mouth can’t decide whether it wants to dry up with thirst or water with hunger.
Then he kneels in front of me and the decision is no longer up to me.
I’ve always loved Reese’s large hands. He settles them on my waist and tugs me forward gently so my butt is hanging off the edge of the couch. Wordlessly, he nestles between my thighs. He doesn’t even pull my shorts off. Instead he just pushes the fabric aside and lowers his mouth to my pussy without question.
I immediately splutter something undignified and my eyes roll back in my head.
Reese, meanwhile, dines like he’s starving. His tongue pushes into me, swirling between my lips and into my entrance. The tip of his tongue trails upward toward my clit and circles it, ending in a loud, sloppy slurp before Reese starts sucking it.
“Fuck, Reese?—!”
My hand flies to his head, holding his mouth down on me as he works his lips over my clit. A finger snakes its way into me, curling there in tandem with the way he suckles and tastes me.
No matter how much I thrash or how loud I moan, Reese doesn’t let up. He carves his way into me, pushing and pulling my pleasure in so many directions that I can’t see straight.
He takes me right there, right to the edge of the ultimate pleasure. I thrash on him, wanting him to push me all the way over the cliff?—
Until, suddenly, he pulls away. I gasp. I’m close, I’m so close, I’m sofuckingclose to where I need to be. I damn near tear up from the fact that he didn’t let me finish.
“You fucker,” I breathe out. “I was going to?——”
Reese scoops me up before I can finish. He tosses me over his shoulder, properly caveman style, and whacks me on the ass for good measure. “Yeah, well, I want you to come on my cock. So that’s what you’re gonna do.”
He carts me through the penthouse. When we get to the bedroom, he tosses me unceremoniously on the bed. Before I even land back on the mattress after the first bounce, Reese has descended on me. His mouth covers mine. I taste the salty-sweet tang of my own juices on his tongue and it sends a thrill through my whole body.
He doesn’t undress us. He’s got one goal in mind and right now, that’s sinking inside me. Taking off clothes is for a man with patience. He seems like he’s fresh out.
I don’t have complaints.
My legs wrap around him as he frantically shoves his sweats down to his hips just enough to free his cock. The fabric of my shorts gets shoved aside again and Reese pushes into my core as soon as he can.
We groan together. He buries his face into my throat, growling and biting me as his hips pump. I whine, arching my hips up to him to seek all of him. I’ve missed this. His contact, his heat, the musk of his sweat when we’re making love. All my senses are dialed in at a hundred and ten percent capacity.
