I’ll be there soon,” I said around a mouthful of toothpaste. It was less than coherent.
The door to the room opened and closed. She was gone. I spit out the toothpaste. Rinsed my mouth. Then shoved my hand into my boxers. Oh, fuck. I was actually dripping. When I slid a finger between my folds, I groaned and closed my eyes. My hips arched forward.
“What are you doing?”
My eyes flew open. Reese was standing in the bathroom door watching me.
“Fuck.”
“Are you jerking off?” she asked.
“Uhh, yeah.” It was pretty apparent. Denying it would have been stupid.
“Why?”
“’Cause I want to come.” Hard to lie when you’ve got your hand in your pants. It inspires honesty. Damn, my hand was still in my boxers. I pulled it out. My fingers were wet. I turned and started washing my hands. They were shaking.
“I don’t really know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything. Just leave.” I didn’t know if I should be mad or embarrassed or both. “This is all I got right now. So let me have it before the picture fades.”
“Wait. You’re jacking off ’cause you just saw me naked?” Reese asked.
Uh-oh. I thought that part had been obvious.
“Fuck,” I said again.
Reese didn’t say anything. And I didn’t say anything. I looked at my hands. I was still washing them even though they were clean. She looked at me. It was awkward.
Reese pulled out her cell phone. Dialed a number.
“Hey, Coop and I are staying here. You guys okay without us? No, Ryan is downstairs waiting…No. We’re fine…Yep. Bye.” She ended the call.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“Strip,” Reese said.
“Huh?”
“Strip. Get on the bed. Now.” She pointed.
I didn’t move. So she grabbed my shirt and dragged me out of the bathroom. She yanked the shirt over my head. Pulled my boxers down. Shoved me so I fell onto the bed. I had no idea what was going on. Actually, I had a pretty good idea what was going on. I just didn’t know why.
No love was going to be made in this room.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think?” she asked as she stripped.
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t be an idiot.”
Reese climbed onto the bed so she was straddling my head.
“No. Stop.”
She froze. “You want me to stop?”
“Okay, no. But—”
“Don’t start. Do you want to fuck or not?”
“Yes.” I wanted to fuck her so bad. I wanted her to fuck me so bad. I didn’t even give a fuck how it was going to happen.
Reese grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my face against her cunt. I opened my mouth, took her in. A rush of wetness coated my throat. Made it so I couldn’t breathe. I decided right then that the dude who figured out air was necessary was an idiot. Ten seconds later, I figured out that that dude had been a genius. Also, Reese was probably trying to kill me. I tried to pull away to get some air. She held me close. So I kept licking, sucking at the smooth folds of her flesh. Fuck it. If I passed out it would be worth it.
Reese lifted away for a brief moment. “Breathe.” I did. She pulled me back against her with a groan. Her hips started to rock. She arched back, grabbed my cunt. Pressed hard against my clit. I was going to fucking come.
Her fingers tightened in my hair. She was close too. She swelled in my mouth. Moisture dripped down my jaw. I flattened my tongue against her clit, but stopped licking. I’d given her too much control. She needed to know that I wasn’t going to do everything she wanted. I wasn’t going to be everything she wanted.
“Come the fuck on.” Reese’s hips jerked. A sad attempt to make me keep going. I started again, but slower this time. Building up movement until my tongue was vibrating against her. “God, yeah. Like that.” I let her set the rhythm, let her fuck my mouth the way she wanted to. She shivered and came. I didn’t. She let my head drop.
“Seriously?” I asked.
Reese didn’t move. Just slumped a little. Her fingers were still
The door to the room opened and closed. She was gone. I spit out the toothpaste. Rinsed my mouth. Then shoved my hand into my boxers. Oh, fuck. I was actually dripping. When I slid a finger between my folds, I groaned and closed my eyes. My hips arched forward.
“What are you doing?”
My eyes flew open. Reese was standing in the bathroom door watching me.
“Fuck.”
“Are you jerking off?” she asked.
“Uhh, yeah.” It was pretty apparent. Denying it would have been stupid.
“Why?”
“’Cause I want to come.” Hard to lie when you’ve got your hand in your pants. It inspires honesty. Damn, my hand was still in my boxers. I pulled it out. My fingers were wet. I turned and started washing my hands. They were shaking.
“I don’t really know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything. Just leave.” I didn’t know if I should be mad or embarrassed or both. “This is all I got right now. So let me have it before the picture fades.”
“Wait. You’re jacking off ’cause you just saw me naked?” Reese asked.
Uh-oh. I thought that part had been obvious.
“Fuck,” I said again.
Reese didn’t say anything. And I didn’t say anything. I looked at my hands. I was still washing them even though they were clean. She looked at me. It was awkward.
Reese pulled out her cell phone. Dialed a number.
“Hey, Coop and I are staying here. You guys okay without us? No, Ryan is downstairs waiting…No. We’re fine…Yep. Bye.” She ended the call.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“Strip,” Reese said.
“Huh?”
“Strip. Get on the bed. Now.” She pointed.
I didn’t move. So she grabbed my shirt and dragged me out of the bathroom. She yanked the shirt over my head. Pulled my boxers down. Shoved me so I fell onto the bed. I had no idea what was going on. Actually, I had a pretty good idea what was going on. I just didn’t know why.
No love was going to be made in this room.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think?” she asked as she stripped.
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t be an idiot.”
Reese climbed onto the bed so she was straddling my head.
“No. Stop.”
She froze. “You want me to stop?”
“Okay, no. But—”
“Don’t start. Do you want to fuck or not?”
“Yes.” I wanted to fuck her so bad. I wanted her to fuck me so bad. I didn’t even give a fuck how it was going to happen.
Reese grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my face against her cunt. I opened my mouth, took her in. A rush of wetness coated my throat. Made it so I couldn’t breathe. I decided right then that the dude who figured out air was necessary was an idiot. Ten seconds later, I figured out that that dude had been a genius. Also, Reese was probably trying to kill me. I tried to pull away to get some air. She held me close. So I kept licking, sucking at the smooth folds of her flesh. Fuck it. If I passed out it would be worth it.
Reese lifted away for a brief moment. “Breathe.” I did. She pulled me back against her with a groan. Her hips started to rock. She arched back, grabbed my cunt. Pressed hard against my clit. I was going to fucking come.
Her fingers tightened in my hair. She was close too. She swelled in my mouth. Moisture dripped down my jaw. I flattened my tongue against her clit, but stopped licking. I’d given her too much control. She needed to know that I wasn’t going to do everything she wanted. I wasn’t going to be everything she wanted.
“Come the fuck on.” Reese’s hips jerked. A sad attempt to make me keep going. I started again, but slower this time. Building up movement until my tongue was vibrating against her. “God, yeah. Like that.” I let her set the rhythm, let her fuck my mouth the way she wanted to. She shivered and came. I didn’t. She let my head drop.
“Seriously?” I asked.
Reese didn’t move. Just slumped a little. Her fingers were still
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