His jaw clenches together, making the veins in his neck show. “I don’t even have any fucking condoms with me.”
“So?” I stare back at him. “You never used a condom to fuck me.”
He makes a frustrated noise. “That’s different,” he says with a clenched jaw.
“How is it different?” I spit back again.
“Because!” he shouts. “I fucking trust you!”
I suck in a breath, and his chest heaves up and down while he stares back at me. My mind is racing a million miles an hour, but it’s my body that takes over.
“Fuck,” I breathe out. Then I frantically reach for the back of his head and pull his mouth down to mine.
He responds immediately, wrapping both arms around me as tight as he can. His hand travels up my back as he deepens the kiss, and then he reaches down and picks me up and places me on top of the washer.
His mouth works its way down my neck, and then he is frantically trying to undo the buttons on my blouse. I gasp when his teeth bite down on the top of my breast, and he reaches up and covers my mouth with his hand. “Be quiet, Wren,” his voice rumbles.
I nod my head since I can’t speak, and then he reaches behind me and turns the washer on to create some noise. The way it shakes beneath me only edges me on more as I wrap my legs around him.
His lips press against every inch of skin available to him like he was starving for me. Laughter sounds in the hallway outside the laundry room, so I push him back.
He wraps his arm around my back and pulls me back closer. “No,” he growls. “No, I need you now.”
He slams his mouth back to mine, and I lose all rational thought. His hands land on my thighs, and he slowly runs them up and down them until he is inching closer and closer to where I need him to touch me under my skirt.
Finally, his fingers push my panties aside, and he slides them through me, lightly grazing over me while I leak all over him. “Fuck,” he whispers against my neck. “Fuck, I need to taste you right now.”
I gasp again as he grabs my panties on both sides and yanks them down my legs. He pulls them over my foot, and then he grabs my ankle in his hand and kisses his way back up my leg, nibbling and biting as he goes.
I lean back on my hands to get a better look at him as he pushes my skirt all the way up, and then his mouth is on me. He’s aggressive on the outside and then super gentle when he parts me. My eyes roll back in my head, and my back arches.
He runs his tongue over me, and then he lets out a harsh breath. “I haven’t thought about a single fucking thing besides this since I hung up that phone. God, I craved you.”
Fuck.
I try to stifle my moan. “Oh...yes...just like that...ohh...”
I think about all of his family being right outside this room, and my adrenaline spikes, making me even more turned on. The way the washing machine is moving is causing my tits to bounce, making my nipples rub against my shirt. All the sensations combined have pushed me right to the edge.
“Reed,” I whisper ever so softly, letting him know I need that little extra something to push me over.
He takes the hint and sucks my clit into his mouth and doesn’t stop sucking. I thread my fingers in his hair and hold on for dear life. “Reed. Fuck.” I gasp. “Ree…” My voice trails off into a silent scream as my orgasm overtakes me.
My body shakes, and my hips thrust up on their own as I leak even more. Reed groans while he continues to softly run his tongue over me until I finally release the grip I have on his hair.
He stands back fully up and leans his forehead against mine. He places his hand on my jaw and then leans forward and presses a kiss against my lips. Then another one. Then another one. Fuck, I want him.
He seems to have the same thought as he groans and pulls his mouth away and leans his forehead up against mine again. Both of us are still breathing hard, and neither one of us wants this to stop. “Don’t make me go back out there,” I whisper.
He groans in the back of his throat. If I still want him, I can’t imagine what he’s feeling since he didn’t even get to come. I lean forward and press my lips to his again. “Let me return the favor.”
Now he lets out a super frustrated growl. “We’ve been in here too long,” he says angrily, like he doesn’t want to believe it.
“Are you sure?” I ask as I run my tongue up his neck.
He pushes me back. “Fuck. Stop,” he groans.
I smirk and lower my eyes down to his pants. He grabs my chin and lifts my face back up. “You look down there again, and I will fuck that pretty little mouth of yours no matter who walks in here.”
He doesn’t let go of my chin, but I smile at him while he squishes my cheeks together. “Promise?”
His eyes widen as his pupils dilate. Then he steps back and turns around. “Fuck! I’m losing my mind!” he says more to himself than to me.
He shoves his hands down his pants and adjusts his cock. Then he grabs the door handle to leave. I smirk at his back. “Be careful when she tries to kiss you goodnight. She might taste me on your lips.”
“Fuck!” he shouts loud enough that someone may have heard out there.
He turns around, and his face is so intense that it makes me catch my breath. “Reed,” I try to say, but he marches toward me and his lips slam against mine. He kisses me breathless, and then he pulls back and moves his mouth to my ear.
His breathing is so intense that I hold my own. “Lock your door tonight or don’t. Either way you’re getting fucked on that bed.”
Then he pulls away abruptly and yanks the door open and walks out. I lean back against the washing machine and blow out a breath. I don’t walk out for a minute. I need to calm myself down first or everyone will definitely know what happened here if they aren’t already wondering where we disappeared to.