I dried and dressed in a sleep tank and panties and went back into the room and tucked myself down into the bed, thinking all the while about the man across the hall. He was too hard to read, but I couldn’t help but be fascinated.
My core still ached from the thought of his touch, and it didn’t seem fair that beyond the door Kayla was getting pleasured so intently while I could only lay there and listen to her moans. If I hadn’t been so self-righteous, I might be enjoying the same experience in Reed’s room. Instead, I was forced to slip my hand into my own panties and release the tension that just being near the man had built between my leg
s.
I remembered the words Reed said to me about being in his bed and I pictured myself in between his sheets, with his face in my pussy, pleasuring me softly.
Although I was ridiculously wet and aroused, the idea of just straight going for it felt weird.
Closing my eyes, I brought my hands to my jaw and slowly drifted them down my neck as I imagined Reed kissing me there. My touch was light as a feather, but the fantasy in my mind made it feel like fire licking my skin. As my fingers lowered to my collarbone and chest, that fire started to spread down to my thighs.
My breathing grew heavier, and my thighs pressed together as the need for something more began to build within me. I brought my hands to my breasts and teased my nipples until the ache between my legs became nearly unbearable.
My juices dripped from me and trickled down to the mattress beneath me. It was a wonderful sensation. Trembling a little, I glided my hand down my stomach until it reached the space where my hip and thigh met. My heart pounded as I took a sharp turn and felt the wetness of my folds for the first time.
I felt soft and warm against my fingers, and though I’d touched myself in the past, this time felt completely different. It was surprisingly more intimate. I couldn’t deny that there was a part of me that felt like what I was doing was wrong because I’d just ended a relationship, but I decided that part was stupid and quickly pushed those thoughts aside as my fingers moved in a circular motion against my clit.
Shockwaves of pleasure shot up through my body. Within seconds, I was dizzy and breathless, but I didn’t stop. I wanted more.
I slid my hand lower and dipped a finger inside myself, amazed at the velvety feel of my drenched pussy. I drew my finger out and slid it in again, imagining it was Reed’s massive cock. I bucked and rolled against my fingers as I drew lazy circles over my swollen clit with my own sweet juices. Thinking again of how big Reed must be, I spread my hips wider and slid a second finger deep into myself, allowing my body to adjust to the new sensation before I started to thrust in and out . Withdrawing my slick fingers, I flicked the tips over my clit a few more times before my release. My back arched and my toes curled into the sheets underneath me.
The warmth—that delicious, maddening warmth—started to spread, making my limbs tingle and my chest tight. Finally, that heart turned to fire and my whole body exploded with the most delicious sensation. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming out. I couldn’t risk my housemates knowing I was finger-fucking myself.
Wouldn’t that be fun to explain?
With a broad smile on my lips, I relaxed my arms and waited for my breathing to return to normal. As I enjoyed the amazing afterglow, I couldn’t help but imagine how the real thing would feel.
I fought my urge through the night to run to Reed’s room but something told me that come morning all my restraint would be gone.
Damn it Bella, get a hold of your hormones. This man is nothing but trouble.
But maybe trouble was just what I needed in my life.
CHAPTER SIX - REED
I lay awake in bed and watched the sun come up. Waking early had never been a problem for me, but I wondered if my houseguests would be stirring at this hour. I had to hand it to Bella. She wasn’t some brain-dead bimbo who was easily manipulated by the promise of sex. She had refused me, and that was something I wasn’t that used to. I had gone to sleep the night before thinking about my methods and if I should have approached her differently. She had most definitely called my bluff.
The truth was, the agreement didn’t have anything to do Kayla’s hissy fit. She was drunk, and I was insured. No harm, no foul. I wondered if Bella would tell Kayla about the bargain as I rolled over and stared out my bedroom window at the branches from the magnolia which stood proudly near the house. I got up and went to the bathroom and returned to bed. No one else was up, so why should I be? I took my phone and looked through some more pictures.
The girls were all the same, mostly blondes, mostly party girls, mostly one-night stands and random hookups, and if they hadn’t let me take a selfie and put their number on my phone, I’d probably not even remember their names.
I thought back to the night before when Bella was looking at the photos downstairs. The way her whole face had changed and her eyes had lit up when she’d talked about photography, showed me that she was truly nothing like any of the bimbos I was used to. This girl had a passion and a dream and I was starting to feel like a real shit about my intentions. As much as I could see her being the one to carry my child, I could also see it ruining her dream. Would she be able to be both a mother and an artist? Sure, I would take financial care of her and a baby, but would her drive be the same once she had someone else to take care of?
“Reed?” I looked up to see Bella standing in my doorway, her thin form covered by a blanket which she kept bunched up above her breasts. I sat up, the cool air hitting my skin, reminding me that I was naked, and I wondered what she had on beneath the blanket. There were two small straps across her shoulder, pale yellow and cotton, or so it looked from across the room. She looked so sexy that my guilt faded almost immediately.
“Good morning.”
She walked into the room slowly, as if at any minute I might ask her to leave. “I hope you don’t mind, I heard you get up.” I pulled the sheet up to my waist, making sure I was covered.
She looked at the bed and the space beside me and lowered herself at the foot of my bed.
“I don’t bite, Bella.”
“Could have fooled me.” She kept her hand tight against her chest as she met my eyes with a challenging look.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re brutally honest.”
“Are you always like this or do you have something against Kayla and me showing up to ruin your rodeo plans with Rick?”