Sweet Possession Page 11

  I quickly discard my jeans onto the floor and am pulled back into his lap. His rough hands grab my ass, pulling me closer so we’re chest to chest. “Now, where were we?” I ask, as he rocks me against him, putting us back into that erotic rhythm.

  “You were about to come.”

  “Was not,” I reply, dropping my head to his shoulder as he rubs his cock against my clit. Wow. If he keeps this up, I definitely will be coming. A lot. I moan loudly, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Why are we still wearing underwear?”

  He turns his head and presses his lips to my temple as a groan rumbles in his throat. “Because I’m pretending I’ve just snuck into sixteen-year-old Dylan’s bedroom. This is how I’d get you off. I don’t need you naked to make you come.”

  I moan again, tilting my head up and locking on to his eyes. “I’ve never done this before.”

  His breathing becomes labored as he grips my hips harder. “You’ve never done what? Dry-humped?”

  “No,” I reply through a gasp. I lean back and see him take in what I’ve just confessed. A smirk forms on his lips. “You like that, don’t you? You like knowing you’re the first guy to do this to me.”

  “No, I don’t like it,” he answers, his jaw clenching. “I fucking love it. You want me to make you come, love? Just like this?” I nod, closing my eyes as the slow burn in my gut becomes almost unbearable. “Look at me. You know I have to see you.”

  I obey and open my eyes, bringing my gaze down to his mouth. That mouth that drives me completely wild with his words and the way he uses it. I brace my hands on his shoulders as he begins thrusting his hips up to meet each grind. Each pulse against my clit sends me into a frenzy. “I’m so close. Please, tell me you’re close.”

  “Fuck. I’m right there,” he grunts out through gritted teeth. He digs into my hips to the point of it being painful as I feel him shudder underneath me. “Holy fuck. Now, Dylan.”

  I take over, moving against him as if he was inside me and we aren’t just fooling around like horny teenagers. And then it hits me, the orgasm racing through my body like the blood rushing in my veins. I arch my back and shout his name, riding out my climax. I’m panting, barely able to take in a deep breath as I drop my head down and see the sexiest grin on the man who’s just snuck into my bedroom. I bite my lip playfully. “Holy shit. I’m kinda crushing on the twenty-two-year-old version of you.”

  His amused smile spreads to his eyes, softening them as he drops his head back against the headboard. His slightly-tanned chest heaves with two deep breaths. “Next time I sneak into your room, you’ll be grinding that pussy against my face.”

  Sweet Lord. I clench my thighs against his, feeling like I could come again just from that declaration. “Did you love going down on girls back then, too?” I ask, shifting off his lap. I know he hates these types of questions, but I ask anyway. I can’t help that I’m curious with everything involving Reese.

  He stands and slips off his boxers, bunching them up in his hand and wiping himself off. He shakes his head before replying. “I would’ve loved going down on you. It’s the way you react to me, Dylan. The way you taste. That’s why I love doing it.” He tosses his boxers into the hamper, looking back at me. “Good answer?”

  I nod and reach out for him. “Great answer. Come back to bed.”

  “Hungry. You want some Chinese? I got those egg rolls you like.”

  I grunt and plop down sideways onto the bed, resting my head on my hand. “Can’t. I’m on a strict no-good-food diet until Saturday. I can’t even taste-test my treats.”

  “What? Why?”

  I watch his bare ass walk into the kitchen, appreciating the angle I’m currently in that’s giving me this amazing view. I sigh before responding. “Because my dress was a little snug on me tonight. The seamstress said it’s probably because of the booze over the weekend.” I tug at the hem of my tank top, covering my hip. “That goddamn champagne is ruining my life. I’m never drinking that stuff again.” I glance up as he returns to the bed, carrying a bowl and munching on an egg roll. “You suck. Guys can eat whatever they want and not have to worry about buttoning a lace bodice.”

  He shrugs before sitting down on the bed and leaning back against the headboard. “I don’t know why you have to worry about it. That dress isn’t going to be on you long.”

  I sit up and leer at him. “It’ll be on me long enough. I can’t have it gaped open in the back. Everyone will see my present to you.”

  His eyes fill with curious wonder. “Your present to me? And what would that be?”

  I roll off the bed and pull my tank top off. “Not telling. It’s a wedding day surprise.” I toss it into the hamper and walk to the bathroom to take care of my nightly routine. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I reemerge and find Reese putting his dish in the sink. “You ready for bed?” I ask.

  “Yeah. I’m fucking beat.” He rounds the counter and brushes past me, slapping me on the ass before he steps into the bathroom.

  I crawl under the covers, laying on the side I always occupy and facing my one and only window. I’ll never forget the first night Reese slept in this bed with me. It was the night of Juls and Ian’s wedding. The night that is permanently branded into my memory.

  The night that will always mean more to me than he’ll ever know.

  Seven months ago

  “Where do you want me, love?” Reese asks, backing up the stairs that lead up to my loft.

  This is it. The moment I’ve been dreaming about, thinking about constantly. We’ve only been official for two-and-a-half hours, but getting him in my bed has been the only thing on my mind. I wanted to leave Juls and Ian’s wedding reception early, but I didn’t. I held out. I do have some willpower; not much, but some. And having any willpower around this man is an extremely difficult task, trust me. If he hadn’t fucked me in the bathroom two-and-a-half hours ago, I definitely wouldn’t have made it, but he did. So we stayed. And now, he’s mine. He’s had me in his bed, and I’d be damned if I was going to go another second without having him in mine.

  “My bed. Now.” I push against his heaving chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly against my palm. He’s still deliciously decked-out in his tux and it’s killing me. He’s killing me. The look he’s giving me right now, the way his body towers over mine, his intoxicating citrus scent. It’s fucking killing me. I’ve never been this turned on before, I’m sure of it. My panties are still in his pants pocket and right now, I could probably use them. I can feel my wetness pooling between my legs. I lick my lips, biting down on the bottom one as the back of his long legs hit my bed. With one tiny push, he falls back and I’m on him.

  “Mmm, my girl is impatient,” he says, smiling up at me as I straddle his waist. “You can take your time, you know. I’m not going anywhere.” Take my time? Nonsense. His hands tug at the hem of my dress and with one quick motion, it’s pulled over my head and discarded somewhere. Anywhere. Who the fuck cares where my dress is because right now, the only thing I care about is him.

  “Fuck taking my time.” My fingers frantically rip open his dress shirt, the tiny white buttons flying out in every direction. “You can take your time with me, after I fuck you.”

  He was just inside me a few hours ago, but the anticipation of having him again in my bed is enough to make me loopy. But, that’s what happens when you stupidly decide that beds are off-limits during your casual bullshit phase. What the hell was I even thinking? I mean, yes I was trying to not fall in love with this man, which was inevitable. I convinced myself that beds were too intimate and it would be best if we didn’t go there. Seriously the worst idea of my life. I’ve paid the price severely for that horrible judgment call, having spent the last eighty-five days wallowing in my bed which didn’t contain any memories of him. But, that bullshit is all in the past and gazing down at him right now, I can’t believe I ever initiated the no-bed rule. His body belongs in my bed.

  I stare down at him and take in the perf
ection beneath me. Hair a mess and green eyes wild with lust. My hands run up his chest, feeling every inch of him as he slides further up the bed. I lean down and trail my tongue over the lines of his muscles, every cut and every dip. He moans against my lips as I trail higher, kissing and licking his neck. I close my eyes as his hands run up my thighs, stopping and playing with the clips of my garter. His thumb runs over my aching clit and dips in my wetness.

  “God, you’re so fucking wet. Is this killing you? Not having my cock in you right now?”

  Oh, the dirty talking. Reese is a master at everything dirty, and he knows it. I bring my mouth down against his, rough and needy as I whimper against his lips. He pulls my bottom lip into his mouth and sucks on it as my hands find his belt. It’s hard to concentrate, especially when he’s doing that thing I love with his tongue. You know, the thing he does really fucking well when his head’s between my legs. Yeah, that thing. Except he’s doing it to my mouth, and I’m panting, moaning, stroking my tongue against his as his belt is finally removed. I work his zipper and slide his pants down, gripping his length in my hand. He tenses and throws his head back.

  “Christ, I need you. You’re right. Fuck taking our time.”

  In one quick motion, he’s on top of me and I’m being pressed into the mattress.

  My mattress.

  My fucking bed.

  Fuck, this is Heaven.

  His mouth is on my neck, licking and kissing as my eyes roll back into my head. His warm, minty breath blows across my skin, goose bumps immediately forming on the surface. I open my eyes and lock onto his, deep-green pools of emerald burning into mine with that intensity. His intensity. My hands grip his shoulders as he positions himself there. Right there. Christ, I’m so horny I might actually combust before he enters me.

  “Reese, please. Get in me already.”

  He laughs softly and hovers there, running his length up and down my slick pussy. “Tell me what you want, Dylan. I wanna hear you say it.”

  I moan loudly as he presses against my clit. But I don’t talk; no, I’ll let him ask me again. Because I know he will.

  “Dylan.” He drops his head, pressing his forehead against mine. His neck rolls with a deep swallow. “Fucking say it.”

  I close my eyes and tilt my head up, bringing our lips together. “Just you,” I whisper. “I never stopped thinking about you. Not for one second.” I open my eyes and see him studying my face as if he hasn’t seen it in years. He’s caressing me with his sight, delicately memorizing every inch of me. My hands grab his face, my thumbs lightly stroking his cheeks. We’ve been apart for eighty-five days.

  “Eighty-five days. Did you…” I stop talking and see his eyes read what I was going to say. But I can’t say it. Because even though he had every right to be with other women, I suddenly realize I don’t want to picture it.

  “No.” His hand brushes my hair off my forehead, tucking it behind my ear. “I tried, though. I wanted to forget you, because it was fucking killing me. Images of you, in my mind. They were constant.” His Adam’s apple rolls in his throat and he lets out a shaky breath, still holding himself at my entrance. “I went out a few times to pick up someone, but I’d end up leaving almost immediately after I got there. And then I’d just go home and give in to it. I’d let myself think of you. Or I’d go for a really long run, which only made me think of you even more.”

  My eyes rake over his sculpted upper body, looking even leaner than it had a little over two months ago. His muscles are even more defined, the edges more rigid. “Have you been running a lot?”

  He nods and swallows again. “Yeah. You have, too. You’ve lost weight.”

  I shake my head. “No, I just haven’t really been eating. My appetite usually disappears when I’m an emotional wreck.” I run my hands down his neck to his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex under my touch. “What did you think about?”

  He smiles the tiniest bit and eases forward, entering me slowly. I moan quietly and arch off the bed, my chest brushing against his. “That, right there. The sounds you make when I’m moving in you.” He begins thrusting in a slow rhythm, taking his time while he watches me below him. “The way you arch into me.” His hand brushes down my face and onto my chest. “Like you need to be touching me with every part of you.” His hand moves lower and grabs my leg, pinning it in front of him. “How fucking beautiful you look when you come. I couldn’t get you out of my head. You were always there. Every look you gave me, every moment I held you. I couldn’t let go of it.” He stops moving and runs his finger along my lower lip. “I could be without you for the rest of my life and I’d never want anyone else.”

  I blink heavily, sending a tear down the side of my face. When I reopen my eyes, I see the pain in his, the memory of those eighty-five days and how it affected him. I reach up, laying my hand against his cheek. “You’ll never be without me again. I’m yours. I always have been. Even when we were apart.”

  “So, you didn’t…”

  I shake my head, seeing the tension that set in his features when he started to ask that question slowly release. “I could never be with anyone else. Not after you.”

  He drops his head and kisses me like he needs my air to breathe. It’s urgent. Hungry. And I feel that kiss throughout my entire body, reigniting my ache for him. “I need you to move,” I whisper against his mouth.

  He bends my knee and pushes it against my chest as he starts thrusting into me again. His eyes stay glued to mine, capturing my gaze, daring me to look away. I can’t. Even if I want to. I missed this look of his. The look I know he only reserves for me. The look that could make me do anything.

  “You know what else I thought about?” he asks.

  “What?” I reach above me and search for something to grab, wrapping my hands around my bed post. His slow thrusts are hitting every nerve ending in my body. The heavy drag of his cock as it fills me, pulsing against that spot only he has ever been able to find. I’m coming apart below him, and he doesn’t seem to be anywhere near done with me. “Reese, please.”

  He growls through a moan. “That. How you beg me, over and over again. Like I’d ever deny you.” His hands grip the sheet next to my head as his thrusts become more forceful but still slow. I tilt my pelvis, bringing my hips up to meet him and giving him deeper entry. “I’m so fucking lost in you, Dylan. I always have been.”

  “Fuck, Reese.” My orgasm rips through me, burning in my core and spreading out quickly. I’m clenching around him, my hands raking down his back and clawing at his skin. I’m sure I’m drawing blood but I don’t care, and he doesn’t seem to either. He lunges deeper, deeper again and continues the sweet torture. “I want you to come.”

  “Not yet. Give me another, love.” His hands run down my sides and grip my hips as he thrusts hard, then harder into me. His eyes are locked onto mine, holding me, keeping me with him. “Too damn long. I’ve been without you and it nearly killed me.”

  “Me, too. I… holy shit.” Bracing myself with my hands over my head, I feel my second orgasm building in my gut.

  Again? Already? Of course, look who’s above me right now. Why the hell do I question this man’s skill level?

  His grunts ring out around us, filling my loft. His forehead is creased and the sweat is building just below his hairline. A drop hits my chest and rolls between my breasts. I arch off the bed, pushing against him, needing the contact. Needing every inch of him touching me. I can’t get him close enough, not after eighty-five days, not ever. And then it happens. That second orgasm spreads through my body and I’m clinging to him, rocking against him as he pounds into me.

  “That’s it. Christ, I love watching you like this.”

  I’m shaking, trembling as I come down. And then I’m quickly flipped onto my knees, Reese bracing himself behind me. The movement’s so fast, I don’t have time to think before he enters me again. “Reese, I don’t know if I…”

  “You will. You know I can do this to you all night.”

/>   Oh, God. Death by orgasm. Is it possible to have three orgasms back to back like this and actually be able to function afterwards? Shit, who the hell cares? This is Reese Carroll we’re talking about. Plus, how sweet would it be to die this way? Screaming his name in ecstasy. Falling to a slow, post-climatic death. Absolutely. I’ll take that.

  I bow my back and push into him, dropping to my elbows as his hands wrap around my waist. I feel his breath on my back, quick bursts of air. His lips kiss the skin there, trailing lower to my hips. He’s pounding into me, giving me every bit of him and I’m taking it. He’s so deep this way, his hips crashing against mine as I grip the sheets. My knuckles are stark white as I desperately try not to collapse under his power. I can feel him tense against my body, knowing he’s close and I’m right there with him. “I need you to come with me. Please. I don’t want to come again without you.”

  “You need it, love?” he questions as he fucks me relentlessly.

  “Yes. Please. Let me feel you.”

  He hammers into me at rapid speed as I stretch my hands out above me. “Fuck. Get there, Dylan.”

  “Touch me.”

  His hand snakes around my body and drops to my clit, two fingers working me. Sliding against me. Pulsing, pulsing, until my orgasm surges through me. I grab his wrist and stop him, throwing my head back. “Now. Coming,” I say breathlessly, barely able to speak.

  Both hands tighten against my hips and pull me back to meet his thrusts. He groans his release as I’m rocked to the point of being delirious. I collapse on my belly, pulling him down with me. He rolls to his back and shifts my weight for me so I’m lying on his chest. We lie there in silence, my head resting on him as we steady our breathing. And then my emotions hit me in one big rush. The fact that he’s here with me, when I never thought I’d be with him like this. In my bed. Me in his arms. It’s overwhelming.