hard against my clit. But not moving. The bitch wasn’t going to let me come.
My arms were over her legs. Held up by her thighs. Just at the wrong angle. But I tried to reach for myself anyway. Reese grabbed my hand and put it between her legs.
“Again.”
“But I want to—”
“Fuck me,” she said.
We both knew I was going to. So I slid inside her. She was still soaking. As I filled her, she sobbed and gasped and groaned. I pulled her clit between my lips again. Grabbed her ass, squeezed rhythmically. She started calling out to God, then me. She had the order wrong. I was God.
Reese tightened around my fingers. I pushed deeper. Sucked harder. I couldn’t understand what she was saying anymore. My head was filled with the rush of her blood and the pounding of my own abused heart. Her thighs pressed closer. I slid out and in, harder this time. Twitched my fingers inside her. Faster. Worked my tongue in time to my hands.
And then she came again. In a sobbing mass of groans. In a collapse of her impeccable control. Came and came again. I didn’t stop fucking her. Didn’t stop until she weakly pushed my head away and fell onto the bed.
I stayed still for a minute. Carefully, pulled out of her. Let my shaking hands fall to the sheets. Reese was twitching beside me. Damn, the girl was still coming. And she didn’t seem to notice or care that I hadn’t stopped throbbing.
When I lifted my hand to touch myself, Reese grabbed me.
“No.”
“Please. I gotta come.”
“Just shut the fuck up for a sec,” she said.
I did. For longer than a second. I thought she fell asleep. I wasn’t going to try jacking off again. I wasn’t stupid.
“Reese?” I whispered.
“Just be quiet.”
And then she climbed on top of me. Pushed her thigh between mine. Braced one arm next to my head. Started twisting my nipple with her other hand. Just the sensation of her bare skin pressed to mine would have been enough to make me come. And I did. I arched up against the pressure of her thigh, groaned into the mouth that was suddenly, violently against mine, and came. Reese thrust her leg against me rhythmically. Sucked my tongue in time to her thrusts. I came again. And again. When I collapsed back, spent and shivering, she pulled the blanket over us and held me as I drifted to sleep.
*
The afternoon light was waning when I woke. Reese’s legs and arms were tangled with mine. She was warm and soft and totally naked. I wanted to always wake up like that. And I was terrified I might never do so again.
I decided to just stay there. Not move or say anything. The longer she slept the more I would get. Minutes, hours maybe, passed. The sun went down. Reese slept. It wasn’t until there was a gentle rap on the door that she woke up.
“Shit,” Reese said.
“Huh?”
“That’s probably Ryan.”
“Probably.” And like that, the dream was over.
“Fuck it. You’ll tell him anyway.” Reese rolled off me. She found my boxers and pulled them on. Followed by my T-shirt. “You might want to cover up.”
I sat up and wrapped the blanket around myself.
“You guys in there?” Ryan called through the door.
“Just a sec.” Reese crossed to the door and opened it.
“Hey.” Ryan looked at her, looked at me. “Oh, hey.” And started grinning so big I thought he might break something. “How’s it going? I was gonna ask if you wanted dinner, but no big. It’s cool. I’ll just come back later. Or not at all. We still have that other room. Yeah, I’ll just go there. Okay, bye.” He started to turn away, but Reese grabbed his shirt and hauled him into the room.
“Calm down,” she told him.
“Yeah, sure. I’m calm. Like, whatever. Totally.”
“Serious, Ryan. Shut up,” I said. I didn’t know what was going on, but clearly, Reese wasn’t going to make a big deal about it. So neither was I.
“Okay.” He sat on the other bed. “So you guys want dinner? I mean, Christopher and Breno went to get food, but we
My arms were over her legs. Held up by her thighs. Just at the wrong angle. But I tried to reach for myself anyway. Reese grabbed my hand and put it between her legs.
“Again.”
“But I want to—”
“Fuck me,” she said.
We both knew I was going to. So I slid inside her. She was still soaking. As I filled her, she sobbed and gasped and groaned. I pulled her clit between my lips again. Grabbed her ass, squeezed rhythmically. She started calling out to God, then me. She had the order wrong. I was God.
Reese tightened around my fingers. I pushed deeper. Sucked harder. I couldn’t understand what she was saying anymore. My head was filled with the rush of her blood and the pounding of my own abused heart. Her thighs pressed closer. I slid out and in, harder this time. Twitched my fingers inside her. Faster. Worked my tongue in time to my hands.
And then she came again. In a sobbing mass of groans. In a collapse of her impeccable control. Came and came again. I didn’t stop fucking her. Didn’t stop until she weakly pushed my head away and fell onto the bed.
I stayed still for a minute. Carefully, pulled out of her. Let my shaking hands fall to the sheets. Reese was twitching beside me. Damn, the girl was still coming. And she didn’t seem to notice or care that I hadn’t stopped throbbing.
When I lifted my hand to touch myself, Reese grabbed me.
“No.”
“Please. I gotta come.”
“Just shut the fuck up for a sec,” she said.
I did. For longer than a second. I thought she fell asleep. I wasn’t going to try jacking off again. I wasn’t stupid.
“Reese?” I whispered.
“Just be quiet.”
And then she climbed on top of me. Pushed her thigh between mine. Braced one arm next to my head. Started twisting my nipple with her other hand. Just the sensation of her bare skin pressed to mine would have been enough to make me come. And I did. I arched up against the pressure of her thigh, groaned into the mouth that was suddenly, violently against mine, and came. Reese thrust her leg against me rhythmically. Sucked my tongue in time to her thrusts. I came again. And again. When I collapsed back, spent and shivering, she pulled the blanket over us and held me as I drifted to sleep.
*
The afternoon light was waning when I woke. Reese’s legs and arms were tangled with mine. She was warm and soft and totally naked. I wanted to always wake up like that. And I was terrified I might never do so again.
I decided to just stay there. Not move or say anything. The longer she slept the more I would get. Minutes, hours maybe, passed. The sun went down. Reese slept. It wasn’t until there was a gentle rap on the door that she woke up.
“Shit,” Reese said.
“Huh?”
“That’s probably Ryan.”
“Probably.” And like that, the dream was over.
“Fuck it. You’ll tell him anyway.” Reese rolled off me. She found my boxers and pulled them on. Followed by my T-shirt. “You might want to cover up.”
I sat up and wrapped the blanket around myself.
“You guys in there?” Ryan called through the door.
“Just a sec.” Reese crossed to the door and opened it.
“Hey.” Ryan looked at her, looked at me. “Oh, hey.” And started grinning so big I thought he might break something. “How’s it going? I was gonna ask if you wanted dinner, but no big. It’s cool. I’ll just come back later. Or not at all. We still have that other room. Yeah, I’ll just go there. Okay, bye.” He started to turn away, but Reese grabbed his shirt and hauled him into the room.
“Calm down,” she told him.
“Yeah, sure. I’m calm. Like, whatever. Totally.”
“Serious, Ryan. Shut up,” I said. I didn’t know what was going on, but clearly, Reese wasn’t going to make a big deal about it. So neither was I.
“Okay.” He sat on the other bed. “So you guys want dinner? I mean, Christopher and Breno went to get food, but we
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