Bitter

It doesn’t do much good though. My mind is still racing. I turn over for the hundredth time, trying to get comfortable. I grab the pillow next to my own and wrap my legs around it. I can still hear the laughter in the background when suddenly light fills the room briefly, and then it goes black again.

I turn and sit up in bed to see what’s happening. Reed sits on the bed next to me. “Ree-.”

He cuts me off by placing his hand over my mouth. “Shh...Not a fucking sound,” he whispers.

He looks me right in the eye. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he says calmly.

My eyes shoot over to the door where I can still hear people outside and then back to him. He nods his head down in question and expects me to answer.

I swallow roughly and then nod my head rapidly since he is still covering my mouth. He drops his hand and replaces it with his mouth. My body immediately responds to him.

His mouth drops to my neck, and I moan out. “How did you get in here?”

He grunts. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”

I moan as quietly as possible at his words, and then he shows me just how much he couldn’t wait. “I need to be inside you,” he whispers to me.

“Yes,” I answer back breathlessly.

He pulls back slightly and starts grabbing pillows and stacking them in the middle of the bed. I look at him confused. “What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, he grabs me, picks me up, and throws me back down on my stomach on top of the pillows, propping my ass up in the air for him. “Fuck,” I whisper because I feel my pussy leak all over my panties.

He pushes my sleep shorts and panties to the side and presses himself slightly inside of me before fully pressing in without ever taking my pants off. His thrusts are slow but rough. The angle is just right. Every time he moves…oh, fuck.

His fingers dig into my ass. “Why do you think you can do this to me?” he half whispers, half groans.

“Do what?” I ask breathlessly.

He growls deep in his throat. “Tempt me. Make me want you. You’re supposed to say no, Wren. You’re supposed to tell me to stop.” His thrusts become harder and angrier. “I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”

I let out a gasp that is too loud, and he presses my face down into the bed to stop the noise. There’s no more talking after that. We both lose control of rational thought as we give in to our bodies. God. This angle. Fuck. It’s like I can feel him everywhere inside me.

He pushes into me so hard that my body moves forward until my head reaches the headboard. Since I can’t move any further forward, every single time he slams his cock inside of me, it reaches all the way to that perfect spot.

My whole body begins to tremble around him. “Fuck, baby…” I moan out quietly before I can stop myself.

Reed’s whole body freezes. He doesn’t move an inch while his cock is still inside of me. His voice comes out angrier than I’ve ever heard. “What did you just say?” he whispers harshly.

“I-...I-...” I stumble to find my words. “I’m sorry.”

He pulls back and slams back inside of me roughly one time. He reaches forward and pulls my head back by my hair. “Is this a game to you, Wren?” he grits through clenched teeth as he pulls out and slams back in even harder than before.

“No!” I cry out as quietly as I can.

He presses his hand on my back in between my shoulder blades. “You think you can get away with this shit just because of what happened?”

“No! I’m sorry!” I whisper.

“Then keep your fucking mouth shut.” He emphasizes each word. Then he doesn’t hold back. He gives me everything. It’s so overpowering that before I can stop myself, I’m clenching around him until his fingers dig into my skin hard to keep himself from making noise while he lets himself go.

He breathes roughly behind me and then goes to pull out. “Wait!” I stop him.

He pauses, and I continue. “I can’t explain away cum on the sheets, Reed.”

He makes a frustrated noise, and then I feel some material press up against me as he pulls out. I turn onto my back as he sits up next to me. I see he used his shirt to catch most of the cum while the rest is still on my shorts.

His back is to me, but his muscles look tense, which should not be the case since he literally just came. I reach out and touch his back, but his body flinches. “Wren…” he warns me.

I slide over and sit next to him. I reach up and grab his jaw to turn his face toward me. I push up until my lips connect with his ever so softly. He doesn’t push me away, so I kiss him harder. I don’t know what exactly he thinks this is, but I don’t want to hide my feelings. I don’t know what exactly I’m even feeling, but I know I care about him and that he needs to know that.

He pulls away a few moments later. “I have to get out of here,” he whispers.

I nod in understanding even though I don’t want him to leave. “I’ll go get a glass of water. You can leave if the hall is empty.”

He nods, and then I stand and walk to the door. I peek it open and there’s no one around, so he quickly walks out of the room and over to his own.

He pauses with his hand on the door handle and looks back my way. When his eyes meet mine, his lips twitch until he gives me a small smile. I bite my bottom lip to hide the ridiculous smile I want to give him back. He lets out a breath that is a half laugh as he shakes his head at the ground and his smile grows. He glances my way one more time with a small smirk on his face, and then he pushes his door open and steps inside.

I sigh before I walk over to the kitchen. How on earth am I supposed to get through this wedding?