Page 54 of Free Fall

He beckons me forward, then holds out his hand. I put mine in his and he spins me around, pulling me against his chest. He spreads my legs using his own. His cock peeks out between my legs as his hands dig into my hips. His fingers slowly move up my body until I’m breathing hard. He cups me, almost like he’s testing the weight of my breasts, before the coarse pads of his thumbs pass over my nipples.

I buck, and Reid hisses. “I can feel how wet your panties are right now, Briar. Can you feel it?”

I nod.

“Tell me.”

I nod again, trying to regain control over my own voice. “I can feel it.”

His teeth bite into my shoulder. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”

I feel like I’m about to come apart at the seams. I move against him, and he pinches my nipples until I yelp. It hurts at first, but now there’s an explosion of want, making me rock my ass back into him.

“We started a game, Briar. When I start a game, I finish it. Understand?” he warns.

I settle back down onto him. He presses Play on the remote again. The characters’ lips start moving on the screen. I swear I try to pay attention, but Reid’s body and scent is all around me. I watch my childhood crushes act on the screen and realize they don’t hold a candle to the guy I’m currently entwined with now. How did I not see it before?

Unfortunately, there’s such a long gap between the last “virgin” and the one that removes my panties. It hasn’t even come yet. The tension stays at disaster level, making my pulse thump at my wrist. Reid keeps exploring my body like it’s a lazy Sunday afternoon and he doesn’t have anything better to do. All it does is ratchet me up, though, until I’m so in tune with his touches I’m practically vibrating.

Reid’s fingers sneak between my legs, sweeping up my panties. My mouth opens in a silent scream at the barely there touch. “Just checking,” he says.

I’m so slick. I already know.

His thumb passes over the line of my panties until he’s gripping the crotch fabric in his fist, groaning happily into my ear. “Wet, wet, Briar.”

I lift my hips into his thumb. I’m so hypersensitive, I groan at the contact. “Fuck, Reid.”

He presses my hips back down again. “I want to take my time with you.”

“What if I just want you inside me? Like right now?”

His thumb flicks over my clit. I half scream into the air, and my body tightens right along with it.

“You are so ready, aren’t you?”

“Please.”

“You want to stop playing the game? Are you forfeiting?”

“I—”

As if by some divine miracle, I hear the word “virgin” from the Surround Sound.

Reid chuckles into my ear, nipping it, before he splays his hands over my stomach. He moves down, taking the fabric of my drenched panties with him until I squeeze my knees together and kick them off. They land on the coffee table, the crotch completely wet.

“Look at you. All of you,” he says, running his fingers over the seam between my legs. “You’re perfect. All this has been off-limits to me for years. Then, you’ve literally hidden it away from me for months.”

He says it in a way that I feel like I should apologize. If I’d known something like this would happen, I wouldn’t have hidden myself under layers of baggy clothes and dark hair.

Reid Fucking Parker.

He spreads me wide again and tucks my head on his shoulder before tracing my clit with the tip of his finger. One hand comes across my waist, barricading me in while his other finger pushes inside me. My first instinct is to buck, but his arm over my hips prevents me from that. I’m trapped as he coaxes his finger in and out of me. Then, on one withdrawal, I feel him shift. The next time he pushes inside me, there are two fingers. “Christ, Reid!”

“A whole week of this,” he says, pressing inside me and hooking his fingers. “Whenever we want.”

I make a strangled cry. While still keeping me in place, Reid lifts his other hand until his thumb flicks over my nipple. Sensations course through me until I’m practically shaking on his chest. My fingers dig into the couch as he whispers huskily into my ear over and over again about what he wants to do to me. When I groan and move against him, he picks up the pace until I’m so close to reaching the climax I know is coming. “Reid,” I cry out, as soon as it starts to hit, and then my mouth is open in another scream as my body takes over, throwing me into the throes of intense pleasure. Waves and waves hit me like aftershocks until I start to come back to my body.

His fingers slow, then eventually pull out, leaving me with an empty feeling. I take a deep breath, letting my body finally relax against his. He kisses my shoulder. I think I hear him say “Forgive me”, but then I’m moving in the air, landing with my back against the seat cushions with him hovering over me. He’s stroking himself near my entrance, an almost pained expression on his face.

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