Reese

I imagined our time together. Of course I did. Law is the joker of the guys. The smirk-wearing, innuendo-throwing horn dog of the bunch. Maybe that’s why I always imagined it being soft and sweet between us. This is anything but soft and sweet.

Our teeth clash as our tongues duel, and I taste the metallic flavor of blood on my lips as the act of fighting takes on a dark sexual heat.

I shove my hands up his T-shirt, feeling his hot skin beneath my fingers. I shove the material higher, my intentions clear.

Law tears his mouth from mine only long enough to rip his T-shirt over his head before he’s kissing me with an intensity that borders on feverous desperation.

My hands move to unfasten his jeans, which I manage to do before he pulls his lips from mine once more. He looks down at me like some kind of battle god ready for war.

“If you want me to stop, tell me now and I’ll walk out the door. But if you don’t, I’m going to plunge my cock so far inside you, you’ll be begging me for mercy.”

Fire coils and twists inside me. So much so that I’m surprised when I place my hand on his chest and it doesn’t burst into flames.

“I don’t need your mercy. If you’re not inside me in the next two seconds, I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

He grins, the fucking lunatic, before he’s ripping my T-shirt over my head and tearing my bra from my body.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of these,” he murmurs to himself before his mouth closes over one of my nipples. He sucks hard, making my back arch in response. I cry out from the sensation.

“God, you’re so responsive. You like that, sweetheart? You like my mouth on you?”

He moves back and grabs the edge of my yoga pants. He yanks them down my legs, taking my underwear with them.

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” I growl, even though I secretly like it when he calls me that.

He laughs. “Right, because there is nothing sweet about you, is there?”

He tugs my sneakers off before yanking my legs free of my pants, then spreads me wide open for his perusal.

His head dips as he swipes his tongue over my heated pussy, making me cry out.

“Oh, I take it back. You’re sweet in all the right places.”

His hands slide under me, cupping my ass as he lifts me and holds me closer so he can feast on me. And feast he does. There is no other way to describe all the things this man does to me with that wickedly talented mouth of his.

He doesn’t give me a reprieve, pushing me to the edge time and time again before pulling back and slowing everything down. I’m a mindless mess of sensation on the cusp, offering him damn well anything he pleases if he’ll just let me come.

Sliding up my body, his hand moves between us as he frees his hard cock from the restricted confines of his jeans. Instead of thrusting inside me, he presses against my clit. He gently glides backward and forward over my drenched pussy, coating himself in my wetness and making each glide that much smoother.

His mouth touches mine, his kiss soft as his tongue glides over my lips and leave behind the taste of my arousal.

The sharp tang only heightens everything, making my head swim and my hips buck. I try to get him to change the angle just enough that he’ll slip inside me.

The asshole is too crafty for that, though.

I feel tears sting the back of my eyes as everything becomes too much, and yet I yearn for more. My nails dig into his back, scorching a fiery path across his heated skin as I stare into his lust-filled eyes.

“Please, fuck me,” I whisper. Satisfaction covers his face a second before he thrusts inside me, ripping a scream from my lungs that I’m surprised doesn’t bring everyone running.

“Such a good girl, begging for my cock like that,” he praises, thrusting into me hard and fast.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart. Stroke your clit before I pull my dick from your pussy and cover it with my cum.”

And just like that, my orgasm hits me like a freight train, stealing my ability to breathe and numbing all my senses except my ability to feel.

I don’t know if I scream or cry out his name—hell, I’m pretty sure my soul just left my body for a minute. My senses only come back online when I feel his cock slip free. He glides it over my sensitive clit once more as he coats me in his cum, triggering trembling aftershocks to rock my body.

Once he’s spent, he looks up at me. Smoothing a hand through my hair, his face is serious for a change.