Page 29 of Blue Eyes & Paris Vibes

“Don’t you dare,” he reprimands me and slaps my hand away, just as I’ve reached the hem of my dress. “Hands off and I’ll give you the best orgasm you ever had later. Touch yourself now and you’ll miss out.”

“Grahh,” I moan frustrated and let my head fall back, closing my eyes. “That’s fucking torture, you dickhead!”

“Doesn’t that make it more fun though?” I blink my eyes open and catch him grinning at me cheekily. But I can only glare at him, all but ready to wipe that smile off his face. “On the bright side, we’re only thirty minutes away. Be a good girl.”

“Thirty minutes?” I look at the navigation on the car's tiny built-in screen. Fuck. Thirty more minutes of torture. “That orgasm later better be fucking good,” I threaten him and he shifts in his seat uncomfortably.

“It will be.” He winks, then falls quiet for the rest of the ride. I do the same, pretending to look out the window, trying to focus on anything but the heat of his hand on my thigh.

It rests there like it belongs, fingers relaxed—but the slow, deliberate drag of his thumb is anything but casual. Every stroke sends a jolt through me, small but sharp, keeping me just on the edge. Not enough to satisfy. Just enough to drive me crazy.

By the time the exit sign finally shows up, I’m practically buzzing.

“You have five minutes to return the keys and get up to my room or I’m getting off by myself,” I threaten Reed as he turns into the hotel's parking garage.

“Don’t you dare,” he threatens right back as he leans down to scoop up my panties from the ground, stuffing them into his pocket as he jumps out of the car. Fuck. I completely forgot about them. So he’s seriously going to make me walk all the way up to my room commando?

I do the same, grabbing his jacket without a second thought, too turned on to be embarrassed by the obvious wet spot on the front. I fold it over my arm to hide the evidence as we make our way to the elevator. I shoot him a look and tap my wrist, a silenttick-tock. His eyes go wide.

“Shit,” he mutters, then bolts for the stairs, taking them two at a time like a man on a mission.

I smirk and wait for the elevator, enjoying the slow ride up. But when the doors open in the lobby, there he is, already waiting, slightly hunched, chest heaving, face flushed with exertion.

I raise my eyebrows in question when he proceeds to stand as far from me as possible on the elevator.

“If I start now, I won’t stop, sweetheart,” Reed growls, and heat shoots right to my core. His eyes are all lust and promise, making my stomach twist with want. I dig through my purse for my keycard, hands shaking.

The elevator doors open, and Reed doesn’t wait. He stalks toward me like a lion his prey, grabs me, and throws me over his shoulder like I’m nothing, making sure my dress covers my butt. His hand smacks my ass hard as he carries me down the hall. Hell fucking yes!

Abby

Thereisnothinggentlein the way that Reed sets me down and pushes me face-first onto the bed. He yanks my dress up, baring my ass and soaked pussy to him, then thrusts inside me hard, no warning, filling me in one rough move.

“Fuck, yes!” I scream, grabbing at the covers as he thrusts in me with a vengeance, hard and fast and unrelenting. It only takes minutes for my orgasm to start building. I arch my back, shoving myself against his thrusts, matching his pace. His arms slide around me, and with one sharp yank, he pulls my dress down, freeing my breasts. They bounce hard with every rough slam he drives into me and he grips one of them hard, kneading it as he pounds into me, pushing me closer to my release.

“You’re so pretty when you’re too far gone to speak, when I fuck you out of breath,” he growls right next to my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He tangles his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back and making me turn until he can reach my lips with his. “Shame I’m the only one seeing you come. Should have made you come in the car, for all the world to see. For everyone to hear.”

I moan into his mouth, holding onto his hot arm, tight around my belly as he fucks me faster, and then his hand lets go of my breast and wanders down my front and suddenly his finger circles my clit, teasing it in the same rhythm as his thrusts, and before I even fully grasp what’s happening, I unravel.

All the tension that’s built up over the afternoon, all the desire and need, the urge to come I’ve had for the past hour as he kept me on edge, it all comes crashing down on me with a vengeance, drowning me in a wave of pleasure and relief.

I swear, I see stars behind my eyes as the orgasm shakes through me.

I can’t see, I can’t hear, and the only thing I can feel is Reed driving into me over and over, fucking me through my orgasm and right into the next one as he growls into my ear how beautiful I am when I come, as he plays my body like a fiddle, not letting me catch my breath.

My second orgasm slams through me, hard and fast, and Reed’s right there, grunting as he spills deep inside. My body clamps tight around him, shaking uncontrollably as he keeps pounding, not stopping until he’s drained, both of us gasping and shuddering, fighting for breath.

“Now we’re even for today,” he chuckles breathlessly, and I playfully hit his arm, still tight around my middle.

“Fuck, Reed.” I sigh and let my head fall against his shoulder as he rests in me for a few more moments. Then I suddenly tense, turning my head to look at him. “Shit. Did you use a condom?”

“…Fuck,” he whispers, tensing up and looks at me with wide eyes, then pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales a deep sigh. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m clean and on birth control,” I assure him softly, lifting my hand to run my fingers through his hair reassuringly as he presses a kiss onto my shoulder.

“I’m also clean. So are we good?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” I confirm and slowly but surely the tension seeps out of my shoulders. He presses a kiss to the side of my head before he slowly pulls out of me. I want to go to the bathroom for a nice, long shower, but he stops me.

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