Page 36 of Reacher
“Reacher?”
He finally spoke, exhausted resignation all over his face.
“Ice is the same, I think. This isn’t about him. It’s about what the fuck Ryder’s been up to. That stupid fucking son of a bitch.”
Oh. Damn. “Do you want to tell me?”
He shook his head. “It’s… it’s messed up. Worst part of it is, it falls on me now. I know about what they’re doing now, so I have two choices. Turn a blind eye, and let them keep fucking each other up, even risking Ryder’s health. Or… or I add a new clause to the club rules, forbidding exactly what they’re doing, and risk destroying their relationship, or losing them for good. Jesus. There’s no right answer here.”
He shouldn’t have this on his shoulders, with everything else. I hated myself for my part in any of this extra weight on him right now.
“I guess it comes down to what’s going to hurt the club more, right?”
Reacher groaned. “And to make matters worse, someone has been in and stolen the damn drugs they were using, and it had to be him. Only a few of us knew they even existed. Let alone that they were locked away in the infirmary.”
Shit. “Drugs?”
Reacher stared at me.
“Can we just put this aside for now, and do something else? I need to not think about it right now. I need distance for a while.”
I smiled widely at him, fighting the guilt piling on my shoulders too.
“Want me to suck your dick, old man?”
He burst out laughing. “Please don’t ever fucking change, Ally, and yes. Only this time I’m gonna fuck your sassy mouth, okay?”
I was so okay with that so, nodding eagerly, I slid from his lap, down onto my knees on the carpet. I reached for his pants, and he slapped my hands away.
“Hands behind your back, Ally. I’m doing the driving this time.”
Did it make me wetter? Knowing that he wanted to own my mouth, while I just had to take it? Fuck yes. This man was an animal, and he was bringing out the animal in me too.
Reacher stared down at me as he unfastened his jeans, and pushed them down far enough to free his dick from his underwear. It was hard, and rigid, weeping at the tip, and I couldn’t wait to taste it again.
“Open your mouth, Ally, and take a deep breath while you can, if you know what’s good for you.” I practically squirmed at his tone. There was just enough growl in his voice to make me soak my underwear, or soak itmore. It really didn’t take much around him.
I stared at him for a moment, watching him clench his jaw, before he grabbed my chin.
“Open your fucking mouth.”
God yes. I obeyed, and it was instantly filled with his dick, pressing past my lips, and gliding over my tongue. Because he’s a nice size, it quickly entered my throat, cutting off my breathing. I moaned at the feeling of being gagged with his dick. His hands closed around the back of my head, stopping any attempt at retreat.
“Eyes on mine, Ally. I want to see them widen as you fight the desperate urge to pull away because you can’t breathe.”Holy shit.I didn’t know he had this side to him.
I saw so much heat, and need in his eyes, that it made me want to ride my fingers as he fucked my mouth. I was so wet. So desperate to be touched.
Reacher eased back, letting his dick fall from my lips, while I gasped in a few breaths.
“Okay?”
I nodded, wetting my lips as I waited for him to take my mouth again.
“Good. I’m not done, woman. Open up.” I grinned, opening up again for him. This time, he fisted my hair, and rammed his dick in hard, making me gag on it. I took every thrust, every deep ruthless plunge, and kept my eyes on Reacher’s, as he fucked my mouth and throat as efficiently as he’d fucked every other part of me. Every groan, every time his jaw clenched, or his head tilted back, every time his eyes closed… it was all beautiful to me. It was pleasure. Enjoyment. Satisfaction. And I was the reason. I always wanted to be the reason for it.
He came suddenly, and without warning, or at least I’d been so caught up in the way it made me feel to be owned like that, that I just didn’t realise it was coming. I swallowed down every spurt of his salty release, and he finally released my head, and let me move. I moved slowly, using my tongue to clean his dick as I did, while his hands gently stroked my hair, and caressed my cheeks.
Finally I sat back on my heels. I was still breathing hard, and so wet and needy, that I prayed he wasn’t going to be one of those ‘I got mine, now bugger off’ kind of men. I didn’t think he was, but for a moment he just stared at me, as he tucked his dick back in his underwear, and fastened his jeans back up. He grinned slowly.
