Page 82 of Faking Summer
"Oh," I teased, "do I get a show?"
“Anytime you want," he said with a half-smile. Reese threw his shirt over the chair before his pants made their way down his legs. He folded them, then threw them on the chair next to his shirt.
"I’ll have to remember that," I said, grinning.
"Scoot over, Chaos," he said. His words were soft, but still held that effortless authority that clung to him like it was built in.
He slid onto the bed, claiming more space. My heart picked up speed as I shifted closer, leaving him no choice but to put his arm around me. The sheets tangled around our legs as I brushed my lips against his shoulder and whispered, “I’m usually the one running to you when I'm upset, but I like it when the roles are reversed.”
His exhale was almost a chuckle, warm and teasing. “Oh, do you now?” he drawled, his words gradually turning darker. My stomach tightened at the sound. “What else do you like?”
My fingers trailed up his arm, feeling the heat of his skin beneath them. His muscles tensed as I moved to his chest, my palm flat against the hard ripples, feeling the goosebumps rise.
His hand caught mine, pinning it to his chest for a moment. “Roll over,” he growled, and my thighs clenched involuntarily.
I did as he said, turning, the sheets sliding against my skin as I pressed my ass against him. He was gripping my hips in an instant, his hard length already pressing into the curve of my back.
“You’re everything I never knew I needed,” he said, his lips at my ear, voice rough with emotion. “You’re mine.”
I felt him shift, his hips grinding against me, his length rocking against my ass. I gasped, arching into him, and he let out a low, satisfiedgroan. He pulled me back against him, his cock sliding between my thighs, so close but not yet where I wanted him.
One of his large hands stayed gripping my waist, and he used the other to spread my legs, reaching into my center until his fingers found my clit. He started rubbing tight circles that sent sparks shooting through me. His fingers trailed to my dripping slit, the slickness of my arousal coating his fingertips as he inserted one finger, and then another. I gasped, biting down on my lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispered, his breath hot against the back of my neck. His fingers inched deeper, plunging inside me with a precision that made me arch into his touch. I wanted more, I wanted him, so I reached behind me, trailing my fingertips over his shaft. “You want it,” he murmured, as if he was reading my mind. “Then say it.”
I did, the word slipping from my lips in a breathless moan. “Please.”
He took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers, holding me in place as he positioned himself at my entrance. “I’m so fucking addicted to this tight pussy,” he said, his voice raw as he pushed inside, stretching me, and making me clench around his cock. “Jesus Christ, I can’t get enough,” he hissed, his hips moving in a slow, torturous rhythm, filling me completely.
“You feel so good,” I cried out, my nails digging into the sheets. I was trembling, every nerve in my body buzzing with the sensation of him—thick, hard, and unrelenting—rolling his hips into me with a deep, delicious rhythm.
My heart was pounding so hard I swear he could feel it. My entire body was tingling from the pure intensity of it all. This felt different. He was claiming me, holding me in a way I’d never felt before—tender, sensual, all-consuming. There was an overwhelming shift between us. A rush of emotions were crashing over me, drowning me in sensations I wasn’t sure if I could ever recover from. For the first time, I felt cherished, desired.Seen.
“God, yes,” I moaned into my pillow, as his hand on my hip tightened. His fingers dug into my skin as he pulled me back against him, our bodies moving in sync. His other hand released mine, reaching around to rub my clit, the dual sensations of him inside me and his fingers moving bringing me to the edge.
His lips were on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “You’re so perfect, baby. You take me so fucking well.”
He pulled out almost completely before he slammed back into me, picking up speed. His muscles tensed and released with every thrust. I was losing myself in the pleasure that was building with every movement of his hips.
“I’m about to—” I couldn’t get the words out, though. I came with a cry, my body shaking as the pleasure tore through me.
“Me, too,” he breathed out, following me over the edge, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside me, his low groan muffling against my skin.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us trembling and breathless. Then he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him until I was sprawled across his chest. His heartbeat was still racing, his skin still hot and damp with sweat.
He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, and a shiver ran through me. “Mine,” he whispered. And I didn’t argue—because he was right. I was completely his.
I kept my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat begin to steady. It was the most calming sound I’d ever heard.
"What’s going to happen with us when you move away?" I let the question slip from my mouth, unable to hold back the thought that was consuming my mind.
His fingers traced my scalp with a gentle pressure that massaged away the knots of tension. The motion was hypnotic, lulling me into a state where only his touch and the shared warmth beneath the sheets existed.
"Nothing," he finally breathed, his voice barely more than a vibration againstmy ear.
I looked back just enough to eye him. "Nothing?" I scoffed. "You said that like it just explained everything."
His eyes—those eyes of his—still entrancing, even in the darkness, held mine. Reese's hands resumed their gentle movement through my hair. "If you think I'm just letting you go, then you're wrong," he said. "I might be busy, but I'll come see you anytime I can, and hopefully, you'll come see me when you can too."
