Reeve (The Henchmen MC 11)

His hands moved to my hips, hooking into the material of my pants and panties, and gently dragging down, exposing me inch by inch until I could step out of the feet, and stand completely bare before him.

A shiver of anticipation moved through me as his hands slid back up, skirting inward at the knee, teasing up my inner thighs.

My muscles tensed as his fingers slid over the ultra soft skin where my thighs met, so close he had to feel how hot and wet I was for him already, so close that if I just dropped my hips down the tiniest bit, I could finally feel his hands on me again, could get relief to the clawing need taking over my core.

As if sensing my thoughts, his head lifted, watching me as his hand finally moved up, sliding up my cleft to press into my clit.

The touch made my hips buck, made me need to slam my hands down on his shoulders to stay on my feet.

"Fucking soaked and I've barely touched you," he mumbled, his gaze lowering to look at my wetness on his fingers as he slid them downward, pressed them against my entrance without pushing in.

Barely?

I felt like every bit of me was branded, had his name all over it.

His.

God, and it felt good to be that.

His.

Soon, completely, every inch of me.

But as his finger slid silkily inside me, making me half curl forward, resting my forehead to the top of his, as my air felt constricted in my chest, I was okay with waiting, with this delicious torment.

Especially so as his finger curled instead of thrusted, sliding across my top wall with precision, making my thighs clench together at the contact.

"Legs are shaking," he told me a moment later, voice thick. I took a steadying breath, realizing he was right. Because he kept working my G-spot, but always seemed to pull away just before an orgasm could break through my system. "Come on," he demanded softly, urging my hip forward, coaxing me onto his lap, legs spread wide to his sides, opening me up completely to his mercy.

Of which he had very little as another finger slipped inside and both started thrusting, twisting, raking over my top wall.

Until I had my mouth against his neck to muffle the moans that moved through me, my fingernails digging crescent marks into his back as my walls clenched painfully.

"Reeve, please," I begged.

"Not yet."

"Please," I tried again, pulling back to look at his face, to let him see the shameless desperation on mine.

"Shh," he said softly, watching me as his thumb moved up to roll across my clit, making a ragged moan escape me. "So fucking sexy," he rumbled, enjoying this, dragging it out.

Killing me.

My hips shifted, trying to find relief, and his cock pressed into my stomach, reminding me that I had power too, that if I could get him to the point that I was, I could finally feel him inside me.

With that idea in mind, I pulled suddenly back, feeling his fingers sliding out of me, realizing it with a needy pang, but knowing something infinitely better was coming.

"You okay..." he started to ask, eyes worried as I dragged my legs off, so I was no longer straddling him, then slowly sank down between his legs, looking up at him, watching as realization moved across his features, making his eyes go molten.

"Mhmm," I agreed as my hand slid up his inner thigh, closing around the base of his cock as I slowly lowered down toward him, keeping my eyes angled up, watching him as the silky, sensitive head slid past my lips and into the welcoming wet heat of my mouth.

"Fuck," he growled, one hand gripping painfully into my shoulder, the other going behind my neck and sliding into my hair, not pulling or pushing, just a pressure, just holding me to him as I slowly took him deeper. "Fuck, babe," he growled when I took him as deep as I could, as I started working him in a slow, twisting motion with my mouth and hand.

His breath was labored in his chest, every muscle in his body tense, his eyes small, his lips parted, air rushing out in huffs as I worked him faster, sucked him tighter, deeper.

When my other hand moved out to stroke over his balls, a shudder moved through his whole body.

And I knew.

I knew I had him at the edge where he had kept me teetering.

"Okay, babe," he said, hand sinking into my hair, pulling backward, making me suck him harder as I started to lose him inch by inch, something that made his eyes so hooded that they were barely open. "I don't want to come in your mouth yet," he told me when I lost him completely, stroking his thumb across my lips that felt swollen and sensitive.