Page 24 of Last First Time
He slides one finger down from my soaking pussy, drawing a path toward my ass. He is the only man who has ever touched me there, and the thrill it gives me makes me feel awash in electricity. I yearn for his touch, even there.
“Kade, you always know exactly how to touch me. You make me feel so good.” His finger swirls lightly around my asshole, then dips inside, robbing me of speech and breath.
When my orgasm hits, Reed doesn’t slow down at all, but keeps up his pace, stroking and tonguing me with a desperation that should make me blush. Even as the first orgasm slows, a second rises immediately afterward, the hard waves of it hitting me and taking me under.
He lifts his face from me and licks his wet mouth. “Did you come, Kar?”
My legs shake as the first aftershock hits me. “Did you miss it, Rich Boy?”
He laughs, a satisfied and very male sound. “I’m not sure. Maybe we’d better try again.”
“When will we be back at your place?” I manage to get the words out somehow.
He laughs again, that happy sound that he keeps only for me. “We’ve been parked in front of my place for a little while now.”
I lift my head up and see that he isn’t kidding. The town car has been idling in front of the Palace for who knows how long, and I have never been so embarrassed.
“Why do all of my most embarrassing moments happen with you, Reed?” I sit up and try to smooth out the disarray of my hair. The entire backseat of the town car reeks of sex. “Your driver definitely knows we were messing around back here.”
His face smooths out. “I’m sure he figured out we were kissing.” He reaches for my face, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Just maybe not where I was kissing you.”
His naughty words bring a blush to my cheeks. I can’t even with this guy.
“Well, let’s go inside. I got some good news today too, and I want to celebrate with my favorite boyfriend.”
Whoa, wait. Reed is definitely not my real boyfriend. He’s my best friend. The guy I am having the best sex in the world with on the regular, and the hottest man I’ve ever gone on a date with. A surprisingly fun date, as it turns out.
The pictures were only for pretend, but what if the date hasn’t been? The pieces fall into place as I sit there stupidly in the back of the town car, trying to compose myself enough to walk into his house like I hadn’t just come twice on his face.
When had Kade sneakily slid into boyfriend status with me?
“Kar, I don’t know what’s going on in your busy head, but you better slow down. Come on inside and I’ll make you your very own fancy girl drink.”
I take a deep breath. “Will there be horror movies?”
“Actually, it’s Hallmark Christmas movie season.” He takes my hand in his, and our fingers fit perfectly together. Not too tight, not too sweaty. Damn it, even my hand likes him.
“That’s impossible.” I slide closer to him. “It’s only October. Everyone knows it’s not Christmas season until November at the earliest.”
His sharp grin flickers over his perfect face, showcasing that naughty dimple. “People who get in the Christmas spirit sooner are happier people overall. Science doesn’t lie, Kar.”
I give him a disapproving look, but it’s mostly for show. I actually love watching those stupid movies with Kade. We cuddle up together and watch the epically predictable plots play out. And when the couple finally kisses at the end of the movie, I get this overwhelming wave of happiness like someone is directly hugging my heart itself.
Kind of like the feeling I have right now, when Kade helps me out of the town car and then presses me up against it, kissing me like he’d been dying to do this for his entire life. I can taste myself on him, and that makes the whole thing even naughtier, better somehow. We’re like an extra dirty movie couple.
We make out like a couple of teenagers after Prom. I figure the driver is probably having a good laugh at our expense, but I’m also enjoying the strokes of Reed’s skilled tongue against mine too much to break this up.
When we finally stop for breath, Reed waves to the driver and pulls me toward his house. His ugly, gaudy mega McMansion. Everything inside it is uncomfortable to me, all sharp lines and useless glass décor. My tiny apartment may be a bit shabby, but everything in it feels cozy to me. Reed’s entire Palace feels cold, and I wonder if that’s how things are supposed to be for rich people.
But then he presses me against his front door and rubs his hard cock against my fancy party dress, and I abruptly stop caring about his lack of decorating skills. I want Reed, and if that means I need to keep my mouth shut about all the ugly stuff he has all over his big dumb house, then so be it.
His mouth slides to my neck, biting gently. He’s going to leave a hickey on me if he doesn’t watch it. “I thought we were going to watch one of those stupid girly movies you like,” I hiss at him, as I gently push him away.
“You love them too, Kar. Don’t give me that crap attitude right here in my own home. Especially after two orgasms.” He fake glares at me, and it is completely adorable.
I want to bite him. “I don’t love anything. Except Sepultura.”
Reed’s eyes narrow at me. “Get over it, Kar. I’m going to prove you wrong in the next fifteen minutes.” He pulls me toward his cavernous kitchen.
