When I Fall Page 23

  I moan, one hand in her hair, the other cupping her ass, grinding her against my cock.

  Yes. Fuck, yes, please.

  She slides her tongue along my bottom lip, then squeaks and quickly pulls back, looking startled as she backs away. “I’m sorry. Was it okay that I did that?”

  I stare down at her, panting, my breathing all over the place, my cock harder than steel. “Are you fucking kidding me? I was worried I would never kiss you again.”

  She bites her lip, then grabs a handful of my shirt and pulls me inside. “Kiss me again now.”

  My hands are in her hair, my mouth moving over her lips, along her jaw, up to her cheek. She shudders in my arms when I bite her neck. “God, there’s so much I want to do to you right now.” I grip her ass, lifting her. “Legs, sweetheart.”

  She wraps them around my waist, moaning when my cock presses against her. “Reed,” she gasps, tilting her head back as I lick the skin I’ve just marked. “What do you want to do? Tell me.”

  Her back hits the wall. “Everything,” I say against her lips, dragging my teeth along her skin. “I want to put my mouth all over you. I want my fingers inside that tight little cunt while I suck on your clit.” She moves her hips, grinding against me. I press my mouth to her ear as my hands knead her ass.

  God, her ass.

  “I want to watch those perfect fucking lips wrap around my cock, sucking me while you finger yourself. I want you bent over, spread out on the floor, tied to the bed while I’m fucking you raw.”

  I carry her up the stairs while her mouth devours mine.

  She sucks on my bottom lip, dropping me to my knees halfway up the stairs. My hands pull at her jeans.

  “I want everything.” She lifts her hips for me, her eager fingers pulling at my belt. “I want you to take me right here because you can’t wait any longer.”

  I groan when she pumps my cock. “What does it look like I’m doing? You’re lucky I didn’t take you on the porch.”

  Her feet push my jeans down my thighs after I slide her panties off. She lays back, drops her knees to the side, and opens up that bare pussy for me. My cock slides between her legs, pushes against her clit, and the moan she gives me causes my balls to ache.

  “Beth.” I kiss her like I always kiss her, like I’m starved for everything this woman gives me. I slide in the first inch and moan into her mouth, fighting the urge to thrust my hips.

  So wet. So warm and tight.

  Tight. Wet. Warm. Perfect.

  My legs shake. “God, you are fucking unreal.”

  She grabs my hips, her pelvis tilting up, seeking me. “Reed, please, move.”

  An inch more, slower this time.

  She writhes against me like she’s not loving this, but I know she is. Every tiny squeeze her pussy is giving me keeps my pace. I move my lips along her neck, sucking her skin as I grip the step above her head. She digs her heels into my back when I’m balls deep.

  “Oh my God.” Her hands pull down the straps of her shirt, freeing her tits.

  I run my tongue over a hard peak as I begin to move.

  “Ow. Ow. Oh.”

  I freeze, raising my head. “What’s wrong? Shit, am I hurting you?”

  “Stairs.” She winces, shifting her back.

  I lift her, my cock sliding in and out as I get us to the top of the stairs. She moans in my ear as I lower her to the floor. “Better?” I ask, bracing my hands beside her head and driving into this perfection I don’t deserve.

  Her mouth falls open, her eyes roll closed. “Shit. Oh, God. Reed, that feels so good.”

  I wrap her legs higher on my waist, getting deeper, needing her deeper still. “I want all of me inside you. Every inch, Beth.”

  All of me. All of you.

  You and me.

  “Yes.” Her hands claw at my shirt as her eyes flash open. She pulls my face down to hers, kissing me. “I want that too. That’s all I want.”

  My muscles burn, the sweat beading up on my forehead, pooling around my neck. I fuck her slow until she’s begging for faster. My mouth can’t get enough of her skin. My fingers can’t hold enough of her flesh. I’m all over her, taking everything and still telling her I need more. I whisper her name between her tits. I moan it when she pulls my hair. Her hips start circling underneath me, seeking more, needing . . .

  “Reed,” she breathes, her body shaking. “Oh shit. Ohshit, ohshit.”

  I push her knees against her chest and drive into her, faster, harder, giving her more when she clamps down on my cock. She’s panting beneath me, cheeks flushed, her dark hair sticking to her skin. My spine tingles at the base, my balls draw up.

  “Can I come in you?”

  She nods through a moan, sucking on her lip, arching her back off the floor.

  Arms flexed, thighs shaking, I lose my breath, my rhythm, my fucking mind as I release inside her, giving her all of me.

  “Oh, fuck. Beth. Fuckkkk, I . . .”

  “Harder,” she demands.

  I give her harder, deeper, every fucking inch. “God, you’re perfect.” With one final thrust, I collapse, burying my face in her neck, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. “Beth,” I whisper, brushing my lips against her skin. “Beth.”

  She moans, her hands moving beneath my shirt. “I love that. You always say my name at least twice after you come.”

  “Yeah?” I ask, leaning back to look at her.

  I hate that she has to tell me that. I should fucking know what I do after I come inside this woman. Never again. I need every memory of her.

  She stares up at me, her face breaking into that smile. My smile.

  “Hi,” she says through a laugh.

  “Hi.” I kiss her nose. “Beth Davis, from McGill’s.”

  She purses her lips. I kiss them open.

  I get her halfway down the hallway before she’s on her knees and I’m taking her from behind.

  Beth

  I PUSH MY MATTED HAIR from my face and stretch my limbs out against the sheet. A dull ache pulses between my legs. My muscles feel worked, my lips sore and swollen.

  I never want to stop feeling like this, from him, specifically. No one else.

  Eyes closed, my hand reaches across the bed, seeking him, eager for more even though my body needs recovery. I turn my head when I discover I’m alone, then sit up, bunching the sheet around my waist.

  Sunlight streaks along the carpet, a few beams of light shining through the break in the lavender curtains. I scowl at the thought of a gorgeous day.

  A gorgeous Thursday.

  Damn it. Why didn’t I think to pray for rain last night? Reed probably slipped out early this morning to go to work, and I missed him. I wasn’t thinking before I passed out. I wasn’t doing much of anything besides letting him take me, staring into those wild, blue eyes as he worshipped my body, as he pushed my limits of pleasure again, and again. Exhaustion overwhelmed me, but I still begged for more. My sex swollen, throbbing as he filled me, but I demanded harder. Faster. Deeper.

  “More,” I whisper. “Please.”

  “All night,” he promises.

  My body hums at the memory of Reed’s hands on my skin, his mouth against my ear, whispering his filth to me. Pinching my thighs together beneath the sheet, I stare across the room at the phone on my dresser. I want to call him, but I need to call someone else first.

  Tomorrow can’t happen. I don’t want it to happen. I have no idea what’s going on with Reed now that we’ve had sex and he was lucid for it. He told me things last night, sweet words between the dirty, but he was inside me when he said them. He also said things I didn’t understand.

  Something about magic pussy.

  I was too delirious to ask him what that meant. We need to have a conversation with our clothes on, without the distraction of flesh.

  Hard, wet, throbbing, aching flesh.

  Right. Stay clothed around Reed. I’m sure that won’t be a problem.

  I slide out of bed and walk to the dresser, slipping on a fresh pair of panties and a long T-shirt. The faint sound of water running has my head whipping to my right, my feet moving me out into the hallway. I stop outside the closed bathroom door.

  My heart batters around in my chest, my skin tingles.

  He’s still here. He didn’t go to work?

  The water cuts off. Scrambling back into the bedroom, I snatch the phone off the dresser and climb onto the bed. I have no idea if CJ will answer his phone right now, but I pray he does. I don’t want to bail on him via voicemail. He’s a nice guy. He deserves to hear this straight from me.

  Three rings before the call connects

  “Tully.”

  “Hi, CJ, it’s Beth.”

  “Hey.” His voice lightens, giving away that he’s smiling. “Hold on one second for me.”

  I stare out the small opening in the curtain.

  It’s not raining, and he’s here. Why is he here? Does his job close down for other reasons besides bad weather?

  “Okay, I’m back.”

  I take in a deep breath. “Um, I’m sorry if this is a bad time, but I wanted to talk to you about tomorrow night.”

  “It’s not a bad time. What’s up?”

  “I can’t go out with you.” I run my hand down the side of my face, shifting my weight on the bed. CJ remains silent. “I’m sorry. The other night when you asked me out, things were kind of complicated. I wasn’t sure where I stood with someone, and now some other things have happened.”

  “With Reed?” he asks flatly.

  “Yes.”

  “Yeah, I figured.” He clears his throat. “Look, Beth, I wouldn’t have asked you out if I’d realized something was going on with you and Reed. I’m not like that. He’s a good friend of mine. Ben said something to me a couple days ago about it, and now all that shit that happened at game night makes a hell of a lot more sense. Reed’s not an angry guy, but he was ready to rip my head off seeing me with you. I get it.”

  I wince at the memory. “I am really sorry about all that.”

  CJ’s husky laugh comes through the phone. “It’s okay. Like I said, I get it. Thanks for at least letting me know and not standing me up tomorrow. That would’ve sucked.”

  “Tully! Let’s go!” another voice yells in the background.

  “I’ll see you around, all right?”

  “Yeah,” I respond. “Thank you for understanding.”

  He pauses. “Yeah, no problem.”

  The call disconnects.

  Standing from the bed, I turn around to set my phone back on the dresser. The sight of Reed in the doorway halts me mid-step, nearly causing me to face-plant on the carpet.

  Holy fuck.

  Wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist, he leans against the doorframe, his chest still damp from the shower, his hair wet and disheveled.

  My eyes slowly move over his body.

  Broad shoulders, well-defined arms, long, sculpted torso, he’s built like an Olympic swimmer, and for sex. Mainly sex.

  I look up into his face when he clears his throat. Cue knowing smirk.

  “You’re still here,” I state, reaching up and sweeping a quick hand through my wild hair. Tame, damn it! “And you took a shower.”

  He rubs along his jaw. “I needed to shave. I always shower first.”

  “You shaved? With . . . did you use my razor?”

  He smiles, crossing his arms over his chest. “No. I keep an electric razor in my truck for days when I’m running late, or for mornings when I don’t wake up at my house and I have a sweet pussy to lick.” He lifts an eyebrow. “I didn’t want to burn you.”

  My mouth drops open. I stare up at him, speechless, watching his expression stiffen when he realizes how that came across.

  Lips pressing into a thin line. Eyebrows pulling together. He tilts his head down. “I always wake up at my house, Beth. That razor has only ever been used when my ass is late for work.”

  “Oh,” I reply, through a husky exhale. I run my hand down my neck, coaxing my throat to loosen. Everything suddenly feels restrictive. The T-shirt I’m wearing, the air in the room.

  Reed has prepared his face to be between my legs. That’s not hot at all.

  His eyes slowly lower to my body. “Why did you put clothes on?”

  “I thought you had gone to work.” My hand gestures toward the window. “It’s not raining, and it’s Thursday. Shouldn’t you be working?”

  “I took a sick day.”

  “Are you sick?”

  His mouth pulls up in the corner as he slowly shakes his head. He stalks toward me. “You broke it off with CJ?” He nods at the phone in my hand.

  I look down. I had completely forgotten I was even holding my phone. Half-naked Reed is very distracting, which is why . . .

  I push against his chest when he tries reaching for me. “I did. Maybe you should get dressed and then we can talk.”

  He frowns. “Or, you can get naked and ride my face.” He grabs my waist and pulls me against him. Growling, he sucks on the skin of my neck. “I’ve never done this before,” he whispers.

  My body goes limp. I tilt my head, gasping when I feel teeth. “Never done what?”

  “Taken a sick day to spend time with someone. I’ve never taken a day off, Beth. Ever, but I woke up next to you and I didn’t want to leave.” His lips brush against my ear. “Is this okay?”

  The reservation in his voice has me pulling him closer. If I had any shred of resistance left in me, Reed would’ve stripped it away with what he’s just confessed. And his question, I know he isn’t asking if touching me is okay. He never has to ask that.

  He’s never done this before. Neither have I.

  I grab his head, guiding him back to look at me. We’re both panting, maybe him more than me, although I’m not sure how that’s possible. I feel like I’ve just ran a hundred miles to get to him.

  “Lay on the bed. I want to show you how okay this is.”

  His lips curl up in the corner. Keeping his eyes on me, he settles on his back between the pillows, crossing his feet at the ankles and tucking both hands behind his head. I kneel beside him.

  “What are you going to do?” he asks, watching as I pull the towel back and let it fall to the bed. He groans when I slowly stroke him. Long, slow pulls.

  “You gave me an idea last night.” I lift one knee, then the other, sliding my panties off with my free hand. “Something about sucking your dick while I fingered myself.”

  His eyes fall closed when I wrap my lips around him. “Fuck, Beth,” he groans, lifting his hips off the mattress, pushing more of him into my mouth.

  I moan when my fingers press between my legs.

  So wet. God, I’m so turned on by this.

  “Look at you,” he pants as I writhe against my hand, as I take him deeper. Sucking, licking, using my teeth when he throbs against my tongue. His hands thread through my hair. “Dirty girl, touching yourself while you suck my dick. You love this, don’t you? You’re making such a mess between your legs right now.”

  “Mm.”

  I rub my clit faster, my other hand pumping his dick, following the path of my mouth.

  Yes, I do love this. I’ve sucked Reed off before, he just doesn’t remember. I know what he likes. Pain mixed with pleasure, just enough to push him to the edge.

  “Beth,” he groans, thighs clenching, the delicious lines of his stomach forming deeper grooves as he sucks in quick breaths. “Fuck, take it. Take my dick. All of it. So good. Goddamn, you suck my dick so good.”

  Oh, God. His filthy mouth. I love it.

  “Is your pussy wet? God, how wet is it? Are you dripping on the mattress? Mm, fuck, I’m so hard. So hard it almost hurts.”

  It almost hurts.

  I suck harder, faster, needing it. Needing him. I let him hit the back of my throat, tearing a growl from deep within his chest. His grip tightens on my hair, his dick pulses. “Gonna come,” he warns, his voice strained. “Beth.” He floods my mouth, hips thrusting, my name rolling off his tongue between moans.

  Wiping my lips against the back of my hand, I sit back, chest heaving, legs shaking as my fingers press against my clit.

  “Reed,” I gasp.

  His eyes drop between my legs. “Get up here,” he orders, pulling at my thigh, guiding me with greedy hands until I’m straddling his face.

  I rip the shirt above my head and toss it. He moans, looking up at my breasts, then into my eyes as he lifts his head and slowly licks my slit.

  “Oh my God.” My hands grip the headboard. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never ridden someone’s face, and Reed senses my hesitation, my embarrassment that has me tensing against his mouth.

  “Take it, Beth. Fuck, just take it.” His hands grip my thighs, urging me down until his voice is muffled. I gasp, tossing my head back when he slips his tongue inside me. My hips begin to move, hesitantly rocking. Faster, just a little faster.

  “Reed, my God.”

  I stare down at him, looking into his eyes as he lets me coat his mouth, as my wetness drips down his chin. His tongue is everywhere, inside me, on my thighs, flicking my clit. He begins to moan, his hands falling away as I move with eagerness. I fist his hair, holding him still as I shamelessly grind against him, chasing my orgasm.

  Faster. Almost. So wet. Oh, God.

  My head falls back. My breath hitches. Reed slaps my ass, shoving me over the edge as a burst of colors explode behind my eyelids. I chant his name. I beg him to give me this.

  I gasp when I feel his teeth sink into my thigh. My head snaps down.

  His eyes are pinched shut as he moans against my wet skin. His arm is moving against my calf.

  Looking over my shoulder, I catch the first spurt of cum shooting onto Reed’s stomach, the next rolling onto his hand.

  Oh my God. He got off on what I just did.

  Shifting my weight, I kneel beside him.

  He grabs the towel and wipes off his stomach, the top of his hand, then pulls me flat against his chest so we’re nose to nose. I quickly wipe my hand over his mouth and chin, removing any trace of me before he bats my hand away.

  We look intently at each other. I’m ready to ask what we’re doing, what this is becoming, but he silences my words with a finger to my lips.

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