Slowly coming out of my slumber, I try not to move until I can figure out what I’m lying against because whatever it is, it’s hot and hard or at least what’s jabbing into my backside is. I open my eyes and notice daylight coming through the slats of the blinds, which are only partially closed.
I press against the solid presence behind me and freeze when I hear a groan. Fuckshit – Reece! Last night comes rushing back at me. My panic attack. Reece bringing me back to the hotel. Holding me while I admitted to him about my reaction to close spaces. He basically looked after me, and from the feel of things, he held me all night, not necessarily comfortable for him though if he’s been in that condition all night.
But feeling him behind me with his arm still over my stomach is doing something to my body. All I want is to get even closer to him. To forget all the reasons why I should stay clear of him. All the reasons why I need to keep my libido from coming into contact with Reece. It goes haywire the minute he so much as looks at me.
Right now my nipples are pointed tips needing his hands on them and my pussy is wet and throbbing, begging for relief. I rub my legs together to try and ease the ache going on down there, but all that does is bring me into closer contact with Reece’s dick.
With a slight hip movement, I rub back and forth against him, unable to stop because he feels too good. Moaning, I add more pressure…and find myself flat on my back with Reece
straddling me, his cock resting on my pussy.
“You’re playing with fire.” He breathes in and out, his chest rising and falling against my aching nipples as he holds my wrists above my head with heavily lidded eyes.
I whisper, “I thought I was playing with you.”
He groans before sealing his mouth with mine. No sweet, butterfly kisses. Not Reece. He goes for full attack. The taste of him is intoxicating. The feel of his tongue pushing back and forth into my mouth has my panties flooding with my wetness.
While he continues to devour my mouth, I try to grind against him, which isn’t easy as he’s still straddling me.
“Fuck, Callie.” He lets out a loud groan separating our mouths, panting. He lets go of my wrists and brings one hand to the side of my face and the other slips underneath my ass, holding me tight against him.
I can feel his cock pulsing against me with only his shorts and my panties separating us. God, I want him so badly.
He starts to pull away, but I can’t let him. I’m so close to my orgasm that I’m not sure I can survive if he doesn’t finish this.
“No…”
I grab his face with my hands and bring him back down to me, sliding my tongue into his mouth and tangling my tongue with his.
“Callie…we have to talk.” He tries to stop me, but his lips trail all over my face to my neck and collarbone.
I arch into him, trying to get him to show some love to my nipples. He chuckles.
“Talk later,” I pant as the tension builds in my body. “Make me come…so close.”
His eyes lose the laughter and fill with lust again.
He lifts my t-shirt off over my head and looks at my breasts. I’ve always been, um, well endowed, and I’m lucky enough to have high, firm, perky breasts.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Reece croaks out, licking his lips.
“I want your mouth on them.”
His eyes burn into me before his mouth descends, sucking one nipple into his mouth. I hold onto his head as he laps at each one in turn. I arch my back in pleasure and try to rub my pussy against his dick, but he’s out of reach because of where his mouth is.
Coming back to my mouth, he plunders with his tongue the way I remember him doing between my thighs. Now our bodies are more aligned, I can feel him against me.
While he continues tongue fucking my mouth, I wriggle out of my panties, kicking them out of the way. With a bit of maneuvering I move my legs and manage to get him between them instead of straddling. Reaching out, I push his shorts down over his erection and stroke the silky smooth length.
“No.” He moves my hand and holds it above my head, but the root of him gets wedged up against my pussy, driving me insane with lust.
Reece breaks away from the kiss and looms above me, trying to catch his breath. “You’re so fucking wet. Shit.” He drops his head into the crook of my neck and pumps his hips against me. Rubbing the length of his cock between my soaked pussy lips.
I grind against him, chasing my orgasm, which starts to take a hold of me with the tightening of my stomach muscles. Reece kisses his way down to my breasts, and takes my nipple back into his mouth and with one suck, I’m flooding his balls with my release – I can’t breathe – I can’t stop writhing against him.
“Ah…fuck.” Reece rears up from my chest. I look down and watch his cock twitch with his release, all over my stomach and breasts. “Callie.” He kisses my lips before resting his forehead against mine. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. It’s so fucking hot watching you come undone because of me… I only ever lose control with you.” He laughs. “Shit, I can’t even get it up unless you’re on my mind.”
My eyes widen as his go hooded so I can’t see what he’s thinking.