Page 40 of Catch Me

“Do you think your mom will realize she let us come up here unsupervised?”

“I’m counting on the fact that she doesn’t. They’re probably already talking about work.”

Reid moves closer, taking my hands in his and moving me back against his bedroom door. He moves me into the same position he had me in the library earlier. My hands above my head, our bodies pressed close together. My mouth dries, and I blurt out. “I’m on birth control now. Mom made me get it, but the doctor says we shouldn’t have unprotected sex for a while.”

Reid blinks down at me, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re too cute.”

“I just didn’t want you to think that you could go in, you know—”

“Bareback?” he asks.

Just the sound of that makes me groan. Our bodies touching with no barriers, no sheaths. Him filling me, first with his dick and then his—.

Reid’s eyes spark. “That turns you on, doesn’t it?” He holds my hands tighter, then leans over to claim my lips in a scorching, quick kiss that sends my nerve endings blazing.

“I just want to be close to you.”

“One day,” he promises. “One day I’ll enter you with nothing on. Just skin to skin. Just the two of us working against each other.” His chest heaves in front of him. “Christ, Briar. How do you make me so hard every time? I didn’t know you thought about things like that.” He crushes his lips to mine, stealing my breath away. It’s like we’re at war now, him trying to massage every dirty thought I’ve ever had about him out, and me just trying to hold on, but not wanting him to win either.

He flips the lock on the door and leads me to the bed, pushing me forward until my hands are at the foot, spread out. His body hunkers around mine, hugging me from behind. But it’s nothing as sweet as a hug. His one hand cups my breast through my shirt as his other runs down the crotch of my jeans. Before I know it, my knees are wobbly. He presses his hips into me, and I groan at the feel of how hard he is. He wasn’t kidding with his statement earlier.

He works his hands around to my jeans, undoing the button and pulling them down until they fall around my ankles. His hands slip inside my panties without warning until he massages my clit. I arch back, and he pulls me against him. “Oh, God. This is going to be exactly like I imagined.” He unclasps his jeans with one hand and pushes them down. I look between my legs to find his jeans and boxers off, his cock, now free, is resting against the thin barrier of my panties.

Reid kisses my shoulder, then moves his hand up my back, taking my shirt with it. I help him take it off. Once that’s on the floor, he unclasps my bra, one-handed. I pull it free, dropping it on the bed ahead of us. His palm comes around to tease my nipples as his same hand still passes over my clit. “Reid,” I breathe out. His unrelenting fingers working me up. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

His body hugs me tighter, and he moves against me. He squeezes my nipple, pulling an excited cry from me, that I immediately try to stifle. “Don’t hold back,” he says. “Please.”

His fingers continue to swirl against my clit until I can feel it coming. It’s like he runs me right to the edge of a cliff and throws me over. My body clenches around nothing, but a silent cry falls from my lips as my fingernails dig into his comforter.

“That’s my baby,” he says, kissing my bare shoulder again. He hooks his fingers into my underwear and yanks down. His dick presses against me, and I move back, pressing into him, urging him to do whatever he has in mind.

I hear a condom wrapper rip open, and then his hands leave me while he puts it on.

When he comes back, he presses against my lower back. “Lean over more. Open your legs wider for me.”

I do as he asks, and he caresses my ass, sliding his palm over it and squeezing.

“Push your ass into the air, Briar.”

I do as he asks again. This time, I feel his cock sliding between my legs. I push my butt up higher until I feel him at my entrance. I start to tremble, my hands gripping his sheets between my fingers.

“Tell me if it hurts.”

He pushes inside, and I cry out.Hurt? Is he kidding?

When he’s fully seated, he groans, gripping my hip until it’s almost painful. He doesn’t move right away, like he’s getting used to this new position, but eventually, his grip on me loosens and he starts pumping inside. It’s a new sensation now that grabs ahold of my body. The noises Reid is making take the hotness of this to a whole other level. In no time at all, he’s shaking. “Fuck me, Briar.” He reaches around my hip to play with my clit, swirling his fingers over it with a frenzy. “I’m going to come,” he says, his voice throaty and dark. I push back against him, relishing in the feeling of making Reid lose himself like this. “Shit, shit.” His pressure on my clit intensifies. He’s trying to make me come before he does, but he just can’t contain himself. He bucks against me with a grunt, his fingers moving to my hips to hold me in place as he loses himself inside me.

“Oh God,” I say as he barrels inside. His last few strokes drive me higher, but not enough to put me over the edge with him.

Reid groans, allowing himself a brief moment to enjoy his orgasm, but then he pulls out and pushes me forward, turning me until I’m on my back. He presses my knees to the bed and leans forward, stroking his tongue up my center. “You ready to come again, baby? You didn’t think I was going to leave you hanging, did you?”

My fingers twist in his comforter while he flicks his tongue over my clit. I cry out, mesmerized by the way he’s already fully tuned my body. I crave this. I crave him.

“Fuck that was amazing,” he purrs.

His hand reaches up to tweak my nipples. My mouth opens in a silent scream.

“Tell me, Briar,” Reid cajoles. “They can’t hear you, I promise.”

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