Chapter 19: Chapter 19

ODETTE

I didn’t know how to react. He said he loved me, and I did what I always do: I pushed him away, told him he couldn’t love me, and then ignored his confession.

It scared me. I didn’t know how to handle it. It had been a few days, and I had been avoiding him, refusing to eat dinner with him, and hiding in my room. I was such a fucking coward. This was why he deserved someone other than me.

“Bad day?” Reece asked.

“What the…you just scared the shit out of me. What are you doing home early?” I shot back.

“I wanted to cook for you as an apology.”

“Apology for what?”

“For making you uncomfortable,” he stated.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable.”

“You’re avoiding me, so obviously, my confession bothered you,” Reece said without looking at me.

“It was overwhelming. I wasn’t expecting it, and I’m not the type of girl you should love,” I admitted.

“You need to stop pushing me away; it’s not going to work. I want you and everything that comes with you.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I’ve always liked you, but I was afraid to pursue you because of your age and because of Wren. Then you started seeing that asshole, and I made a promise to myself. I promised if I got the chance to be with you, I would take it and do whatever I needed to make you see you belong with me. We are going to sit down, have dinner together, and talk.”

I wanted to tell him I wasn’t hungry, but I was starving, and he would know I was lying. So, I took a seat at the table, and he placed the food in front of me.

“Are you ready to talk about us?” Reece asked.

“Not really, but I guess we have to.”

“I want this to work, but you have to want this too,” he stated.

“I feel guilty for wanting it.”

“Why?”

“Because my life is a shit show. I have an abusive ex that I have a child with; I don’t have a place to live, and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be the world’s worst mother, and I don’t need to add a shitty girlfriend to the list,” I confessed to Reece.

“You’re too hard on yourself. We can take this a day at a time, but you need to tell me when you feel overwhelmed or if I’m coming across too strong. I love you, Odette.”

“I’m not ready to say that back. I like you, and I want to be with you, but I’m scared, and saying those words offers nothing but heartbreak.”

“Come here,” he said, patting his lap.

“As in sit on your lap?” I replied.

“Yes, I want you closer.”

I did as he asked and sat on his lap. Once I got situated, he placed his hand on my neck and pulled me into him for a kiss. He kissed me softly. He was skilled in guiding his lips and dominating my mouth with his tongue, but he kept the kiss slow.

“Did you like that?” he asked.

“Very much,” I said, with a smile on my face because his kisses always made me smile.

Reece grabbed my hair, pulling my head down, and kissed my neck. He slowly moved his lips to my mouth. This time the kiss was rough, and he was biting my bottom lip. This kiss was a foreplay kiss, and it was doing its job. My core started to ache, and I wanted more.

“Did you like that?” he asked.

“Yes.” I wanted more, so I pulled his face back to me and kissed him deeply. Our lips fought for control, and he eventually won. His lips were going at a bruising pace; he was relentless.

“I want more,” I mumbled out between kisses.

Reece picked me up and carried me upstairs. He dropped me on his bed and pulled me to the edge, opening my legs.

He slid his hand up my legs to the waist, causing my dress to pool there. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and started pulling them down.

Once my panties were off, he kissed my inner thighs before kissing my core.

His tongue was velvety soft, and the sensation was incredible. His tongue flicked back and forth on my clit as he stuck two fingers inside me. I let out a moan, fisting my hands in his hair.

“Oh, God,” I panted. His fingers and mouth moved in sync, and I could feel my orgasm building. The moment he thrust a third finger inside me, I exploded. My orgasm was so powerful that I couldn’t open my eyes. I was exhausted, and I didn’t even have to do any of the work.

I started to come back to reality at the sound of Reece’s pants dropping to the floor. When I looked at him, he was removing his shirt, standing there in all his naked glory.

He bent down and grabbed my skirt, starting to slide it down my legs. “Take off your shirt and bra,” he demanded.

I didn’t even protest. I happily did what he asked.

I shuffled further on the bed to make room for him. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Yes.”

I pulled him for a kiss, and I liked that he tasted of me. It was as if I had claimed him.

He rolled on top of me and looked at my stomach. “If I hurt you, let me know.”

I nodded my head as I grabbed his cock, lining him up to my entrance as he slowly slid in. He felt good. He wasn’t even moving, and it already felt like the best sex ever. Maybe it was the connection we had; perhaps that was the key to mind-blowing sex.

He must have known that my mind wasn’t with him because he thrust in, causing me to gasp, bringing me back to the moment.

When I opened my eyes, he had a smirk on his face looking at me. “I want you paying attention, to be looking at me while I worship your body.”

He bent his head down to take a nipple into his mouth. He gently pulled on it with his teeth, soothing the pain with his tongue.

Reece wasn’t lying when he said he was going to worship my body. His hands and lips were all over the place as he thrust in and out of me. It wasn’t long before I felt the knot in my lower region form, letting me know I had another orgasm on its way.

“I’m so close,” I moaned out. Reece slipped his hand between us and rubbed my clit, sending me over the edge. I moaned his name as my back arched, and my muscles contracted, causing me to grunt. This second orgasm was more powerful than the first, and I was becoming addicted.

Reece pulled out, causing me to groan. “Roll over.”

I rolled onto my stomach. Reece grabbed my hips, pulling me to my hands and knees.

“If it hurts, tell me.” He kissed my back, parted my legs, and then slammed into me.

He was giving me a thorough fucking. His pace had sped up, and his thrusts were more challenging. But it felt amazing. I propped one hand onto the headboard for better leverage.

“You feel so fucking amazing, Etta. Your body was made for me,” he said. His hand snaked around my body and found my clit. It was sensitive, but my body liked the attention. I wanted to cum again, and he was getting me there.

“I’m about to…” Reece didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he pulled on my shoulder so my butt was entirely against his groin as he stiffened. “Fuck,” he mumbled. He thrust one last time and bent over to bite my shoulder.

The pain from the bite sent me over the edge. I didn’t know what was more surprising: the fact Reece got me off three times, or the fact he liked it rough.