Chapter 33: Thirty-two

I woke to the sensation of someone watching me.

Letting out a small moan of denial, I tried to recapture my sleep, but it was too late. I was definitely unable to go back to sleep now, mainly because I already knew who was staring.

I turned my head her way and opened my eyes to smile.

“Hey, Sweet Pea,” I said, my voice full of morning dust.

Her expression bloomed into the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen. “Hey, Hotness.” Then her gaze shifted across my chest and down my torso, until the smile was replaced with something even better. The heat in her gaze made my skin crackle with desire, and when she met my gaze again, it nearly drowned me in lust.

“Can I touch you?” she asked.

Grinning, I closed my eyes and tipped my face toward the ceiling in an effort to contain my joy, because it felt too big, like I didn’t deserve to be this happy. “You don’t have to ask.” Everything on me belonged to her.

When nothing happened, I opened my eyes to find her face full of worry and hesitation.

Dread bloomed. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, looking dazed. “I just… I don’t know where to start.”

Oh, damn. How was it possible that I could love this girl any more than I already did?

Taking her hand, I pressed her palm flush against my heartbeat. “Start here. No one’s ever touched me here before.”

Her fingers flexed against my skin and she smiled into my eyes and she began to rub a gentle circle around the area. Then she leaned down and kissed my chest, right over my heart.

Suddenly she looked up and bit her lip before blurting, “Word.”

Totally confused, I furrowed my brow and tried to figure out what the hell that meant. “What?”

She laughed at my expression, her face brightening pink with embarrassment. “I thought you told me to just say the word when I was ready. So…word. Or should I say ~‘the word’~?”

Oooooh.

Oh, God.

So she wanted to…?

I sucked in a sharp breath, not really expecting this and thinking it was way too good to be true. I almost couldn’t trust such good fortune. “Reese—” I started, trying to sit up and make sure she knew exactly what she was getting herself into.

But she merely nudged me back down, her hand pressing firmly against my heart.

“It’s okay, Mason,” she said with a confidence and seriousness not even I could deny. “I love you, and I want to show you how much. I want you to have that recreational fun you’ve never had. I want to pamper and spoil you as no one ever has before. And I want to wash away all their rules and restrictions until you feel free to do whatever you like with me.”

Dammit. Emotions swamped me as I cupped her cheek in my hand and tried to show her with my eyes how much she meant to me. “God, I don’t deserve you.”

She preened happily. “And yet you have me anyway.”

And with that, she began to touch me. For real.

Her hands moved with sensual intent, and I went hard so fast it left me lightheaded.

“So, you’re about to give your first freebie, Mr. Lowe, the amazing gigolo.” She smiled at me, a teasing glint lightening her eyes just before she leaned in and used the end of her nose to caress the side of my throat. “Would you like to pause and say a little something to mark the occasion?”

I shuddered and sucked in an unsteady breath.

When she pulled back to get my answer, I murmured, “Oh, but this isn’t going to be my first freebie.”

“What?” Her eyes filled with immediate hurt. “But you said—”

“Shh.” When she started to pull away, I set my finger over her mouth and then I pulled her face down in order to kiss her forehead. Next, my lips grazed her cheek. And after that, her jaw. Down her neck. God, she was soft and sweet all over. “It’s not going to be a freebie at all,” I assured her. “Because I plan to make you pay. Big-time.”

Her body lost all tension, her eyes softened with relief, and just like that the glimmer of mischievousness returned to her eyes.

“Oh, I’m going to pay, am I?” When she arched her eyebrows as if displeased with this news, even though we both knew it was merely a game, I kissed her collarbone, causing a tremor to seize her. She sounded breathless when she licked her lips. “But I’m getting the girlfriend discount, right?”

I laughed and shook my head, loving her playfulness. “Nope. You’re going to owe me more than anyone ever has before.”

“Really? Hmm.” She seemed thoughtful before wondering, “What do you plan to charge?”

“Just your body,” I replied. “Your heart.” I drew in a breath and took in all her loveliness, from her sexily rumpled bedhead and oversized T-shirt to her radiant grin. “And all of your soul.”

Sighing as if pleased, she buried her hands in my hair and gripped my head, making sure I was looking at nothing but her when she replied, “But I’ve already given you those.”

“Well, there’s my first then.” Humming out my pleasure, I dipped my face into the nook of her neck. “A woman who prepays.”

With a heady laugh, she rolled me onto my back and crawled on top of me. “In that case, sonny, lie back. I’m not done investigating my purchase.”

I flashed my canines at her. “Need to check my teeth?”

She arched an eyebrow. “Not quite the spot I had in mind.”

“My armpit?” When I pulled up my elbow, she cracked out a full laugh, that same laugh I’d heard across the quad on the first day of school, the very laugh I’d fallen for.

“Put your arm down, you dork.” Once she pushed my arm back into place, she turned serious. “Maybe I was talking about your tattoo, huh.”

Her fingers found the words ~Make Me~, and I let her investigate it, still a little mystified with wonder that Reese was sitting on top of me touching me…all over.

I told her all the defiant reasons why I’d gotten the mark and she leaned down to kiss it. With her mouth so close to the area that was straining the most for her attention, I groaned and gripped her hair. Her lips moved to my belly button.

Shit.

Was she…?

No. I mean, probably not.

But maybe…

I held my breath as she kept kissing my stomach, only to move down, down…all the way to my feet, skipping right over the tented section of underwear. ~Hey, what~…?

I lifted my torso and rested my elbows against the mattress to watch her. “You missed a spot.”

She lifted a finger as if to shush me. “Don’t worry. I’ll get to your ears, I swear.”

I shook my head. God, she was such a goof.

I loved her goofiness.

“That’s not what I was talking about.”

She finally glanced at my junk, and wow, just her looking at it made it swell even more. A wet spot of precum soaked through the cloth.

Reese sucked in a dazed breath, and her throat worked as she swallowed. Then she licked her lips hungrily before meeting my gaze as if she were sorry. “I just… I thought maybe your… I was worried a couple of overeager clients might’ve touched it more than you wanted, so I didn’t want to intrude. I didn’t want to—”

I cut her off with a roar of laughter.

“Reese. Jesus, you are too cute. I don’t care about them. I just know I want ~you~ to touch it. I want ~your~ hands on me. Right here.”

I cupped myself, letting her know it was totally okay for her to do so as well.

Her eyes went wide as she watched me, and in their depth, I saw the gleam of temptation.

“My goodness, Mr. Lowe,” she murmured, fanning herself. “I think that’s just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Then you haven’t seen nothing yet.” Wanting to put on a show to really please her, I fisted the entire length through my boxer briefs and began to stroke, up, then down. “I ache so badly for you right now, Reese, just thinking about sliding into you has me...”

With a groan, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, shuddering with need.

“Well, we can’t have that.” Fingers gripped the hem of my underwear before she tugged them down, making me lose my grip on myself.

I opened my eyes to watch as she unveiled me. And I have to admit, the shock on her face when she stripped me bare was worth it.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God. That’s definitely the biggest I’ve ever seen.”

Yes, and ~that~ is what every guy wants to hear, no doubt about it.

But I was still curious. “Just how many have you seen?”

She glanced up. “Including you? Two.” Then she crouched close to my straining cock and cooed in a high voice as if she were addressing an infant. “Hey there, big fellow. You don’t bite, do you?”

This girl. I swear. She was going to kill me with her quirky ways. I laughed, only to groan in frustration a second later. “Damn it, Reese. Your sense of humor is going to drive me crazy before this day is over.”

“What?” She looked honestly confused.

“Just touch it already,” I pleaded from between clenched teeth.

She did, but only to gently pet her way down the length with two tentative fingers as if trying to go easy and tame a wild animal.

Sweat beaded on my brow. “You are such a comedian. You know that’s not what I meant by touch it. It’s not a freaking dog.”

“Um, no. I’d say this thing is more the size of a bull.”

I gave a choked laugh. Only Reese could make sexual torture so fun.

Suddenly she sat back, scowling at me and pressing her hands to her hips as if ready to deliver the scolding of a lifetime. “Now, why am I doing all the touching here? You haven’t inspected one inch of me yet. Don’t you like what you see?”

I groaned, wishing she wouldn’t make me go there yet. It’d be over in a minute if we started down ~that~ road. “I ~love~ everything I see,” I admitted, clutching the sheets under me in order to keep from reaching for her already. “But if I touch you right now, that’s it. I won’t be able to stop. I wanted to make sure you have all your playtime in before I got started.”

And just like that, she smiled, pleased. “Aww.” Stroking my belly and coming teasingly close to my cock, she murmured, “Thinking of me first. That’s so sweet. Thank you.”

“Yeah, I’m a frigging saint. Now will you ~please~ touch my dick like you mean it before the damn thing explodes?”

She tsked and shook her head. “Oh, all right.”

Then she leaned down and licked me, from base to tip.

And to steal Reese’s phrase: ~Holy Mary, Mother of God~, I’d never experienced anything like it.

I shouted her name, my hips jerking up to seek more.

Reese scowled, lifting up to arch annoyed eyebrows. “What did I do wrong this time?”

Fuck, I couldn’t even talk for a good five seconds. Then I shook my head, dazed and panting. “N…nothing. That was…that was…perfect.”

She blinked before tipping her head to the side and studying my expression with a suspicious curiosity. “Haven’t you ever been licked there before?”

“No,” I rasped.

When I tried to explain to her that clients never cared about ~my~ pleasure during our transactions, a thoughtful expression crossed her face.

The next thing I knew, my entire dick was in her mouth, and she was sucking.

Fuck me sideways, but Reese knew how to suck like a pro.

My back bowed off the bed once more, and she took me even deeper. I think my eyes went crossed when her tongue flicked over the tip.

“~Reese~! Oh my God. Oh…~shit~.”

This was too good. Her lips felt too amazing wrapped around me. Her tongue—God, her tongue—drove me insane with the way it moved. I was going to come. Any second now, I was going to come right in her mouth.

But, no!

I sat up, wanting all of it. “I can’t wait any longer. I need…I need to touch you. ~Now~.”

Tugging her off my dick, I flipped her onto her back, and crawled over her like a man possessed. Then my mouth was on her, consuming.

I took everything, greedily gobbling up what I wanted.

There would be no ~what’s your fantasy~ questions from me, because I was living ~my~ fantasy. This was ~my~ first time. I’d never been with someone of my choice before. So suddenly, it was all about me.

Me and Reese.

As my mouth clung to hers, I skimmed my palms up her thighs and under her shirt before finding her panties and peeling them off. A part of me wanted to linger and savor every moment, but the majority of me just needed to feast savagely.

After I removed her shirt, I stared down at my prize, overwhelmed with gratitude. She really was perfect everywhere. And she was all mine.

“Be right back,” I panted before scurrying off the bed and finding my pants on the floor, only to scour the pockets for my wallet and tear a condom free.

From the bed, Reese watched me roll it on, her gaze intrigued by the action. When I returned to her, I remained standing as I rested my knees against the edge of the mattress and reached for her legs, dragging her close and placing them around me, just as I’d always imagined them. She hooked her feet together at the base of my spine, holding on as I skimmed my hands up the outsides of her thighs until I cupped her ass and lifted her to align our bodies.

Her nipples tightened under my gaze, and when she arched her back to display them more sensuously, I smiled my approval.

Testing her, I dipped a finger in, and shit, she was warm and wet and definitely ready. We both moaned out a strangled sigh when I stroked my digit deeper. Assessing how much she could take, I added another and eased back in. When I pushed in three, her breathing picked up and she rolled her hips hypnotically, eagerly rising up to meet each thrust. I leaned down and sucked one of those tempting nipples into my mouth.

“God, oh, God, oh, God,” she chanted, clutching my hair.

Unable to hold back a second longer, I pulled my fingers free and I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock, setting it in place. My vision blurred and I gulped unsteadily, realizing how big and powerful of a moment this was, just as I pressed forward.

She drew in a sharp breath, and her eyes went wide as she met my gaze and clutched the sheets under her.

I eased deeper, finally taking my time so I could remember every single moment of this, every inch as she took me in, every gasp as her muscles squeezed tighter. My cock pulsed, growing larger as her body molded around it.

And suddenly, her eyes filled with panic.

Just like that, I paused. “Reese? Are you sure?”

The question seemed to reassure her, because her expression relaxed and she smiled gratefully, nodding big. “Yes. Yes. ~Please~.”

That’s all I needed to hear. I pressed my forehead to hers and slammed the rest of the way home.

And, yes, home was the perfect word for it. I’d just come home.

“Stop!” Reese shrieked suddenly. “Wait, wait, wait.”

I froze, looking into her eyes for signs of pain or distress. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you okay? I thought you said—”

When I began to pull out, however, she only locked her thighs harder around me, keeping me right where I was.

“No, shh, I’m fine. I’m fine,” she panted, though she looked scared shitless. “I just…I need a moment. I wasn’t expecting it to be so… You’re so big. Bigger than…” She met my gaze and blinked. Then she blinked again. Something in my expression must’ve reassured her once more because just like that, her inner muscles that had been locked hard against my intrusion seemed to shift, relaxing enough as if willing to accept more. Then her thighs opened and her chest arched as her hips undulated against me, drawing me in deeper, moving to gain more friction. “Mmm.”

And holy shit, it took everything I had not to dive, and pump, and fuck the shit out of her. But I somehow managed to keep absolutely still until she physically slapped my shoulder, yelling, “Move, move, move.”

That was exactly what I wanted to do. “But you just told me to stop.”

Eyes widening with outrage, she grabbed my hair and pulled as if trying to yank me into motion. “Well, now I need you to ~move~. Oh, God. Please hurry. I feel so… I’m so… ~Jesus~, what are you doing to me?”

Though my body strained for fast and hard, no way was I going to scare her again. I watched her closely as I pulled out and just barely rocked in again.

She pulled my hair some more, arching and moaning. “More.”

I grinned. This was definitely my Reese, there was no mistaking that. She put every emotion right out there for the world to see, hiding nothing. And I loved it. Taking my feet off the floor, I crawled the rest of the way onto the bed with her because I wasn’t messing around any longer. Then I gripped the pillow by her face and moved how I wanted to, slamming into her with the full force of my hips.

“You confuse the hell out of me, Teresa, Reese, or whoever the hell you are,” I panted out and shook my head as I continued to pound. “But I still can’t get enough of you.”

She grinned and threw her head back, meeting my thrusts just as hard as I was giving them. So I picked up the pace, slapping even more roughly into her. Then I shifted her so I could go deeper. When I saw her jerk in surprise as I hit a new spot, I knew I’d found my pot of gold. I attacked it, making sure I hit it again. And again. And again. God, yes, I had her number now.

She thrashed her head from side to side, and her thighs went taut around me.

“You feel so good, so good,” she gasped. “So good.”

She was there, right on the edge of euphoria. And it was magnificent. It made me just as close to coming.

“Christ,” I groaned. “Don’t say shit like that to me when I’m already on the edge. You feel good too, Reese. So…goddamn…good. But I don’t want it to end yet.”

She nodded as if to agree, only to mutter, “Oh, screw it,” right before she clutched my ass and pulled me in to the hilt and kept me there, deep inside her, grinding. “We can have long, drawn-out slow sex later.”

“Promise?”

She nodded. “Yes. Yes. Right now, just light me up. ~Please~.”

That, I could do. “On it,” I said, driving her to the peak. Then I sank my fingers into her hair and held my cheek next to hers as I rasped into her ear, “I love this. I love you. You are so beautiful.”

“I love you, too.”

Just when I was about to press my thumb to her clit, she came.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“Jesus, Reese.” I followed her off the cliff, pulsing inside her with an orgasm that would’ve blown the top off my head had I been a cartoon character.

“Oh…my…God,” she breathed one last time before we both finished.

I collapsed on top of her.

For some reason, I felt so good and sated, with not even a bit of filth or self-disgust I’d always felt before at moments like this, that I started laughing.

Because this was…

Amazing.

~Reese~ was amazing.

“Thank you,” I told her, more grateful than I could ever remember feeling before. “I’ve always wondered what it felt like to make love.”

Reese shifted her face to the side to look at me. She cupped my cheek. “It ~is~ a million times better than that icky ol’ straight sex with no feelings involved, isn’t it?”

“Fifty million times better.”

“A trillion times,” Reese retaliated, always needing to mathematically best me.

“Infinity,” I countered.

She merely burrowed her face into my neck, wrapped her legs around my waist, and won with, “Infinity times two.”