I loved that freckle.
Shit, I was horny. She had me so wound up, and I was trying so hard to be good. But I knew how that ass felt in my hands and those sweet nipples tightened under my tongue.
Groaning, I turned away from the prettiest sight I’d ever seen and walked over to sit on the sofa.
I sank down and had to adjust my damn dick. My jeans were suddenly too tight, and the zipper was going to leave a mark on it if I didn’t get myself under control. I needed to think about something other than Reese’s body.
First boner killer I could think of: my mother. She would want to know where I’d gone. I needed to call her and explain. I had only called my stepdad. I hadn’t explained myself to her. Which meant she was going to ask me a lot of questions. I was ready to tell her about Reese. I wanted to talk about her. My mom was probably the one person who would want to listen to me talk about her.
“You OK?” Reese’s voice broke into my thoughts, and I turned to see her walking my way. Those long legs and . . . fuck, those tits were jiggling. She needed a bra. I needed her to wear a bra. The boner I’d deflated was back with a vengeance. Fuck me.
“I’m good,” I assured her, and she came and sank down beside me, pulling her legs back and curling into my side. Soft flesh pressed against me, and I was throbbing. The cinnamon sweet smell met my nose, and I stretched out my legs in hopes of giving myself some more room in these jeans.
“You don’t look good. You’re grimacing,” she said, reaching up and cupping my face. So damn sweet.
“I’m trying to be good, baby. But looking at you makes it hard,” I admitted.
“Oh,” she said softly. Almost a whisper. Then her eyes dropped to my lap, and she sucked in a breath.
There was no hiding the fact I was hard as a rock. I hadn’t dealt with this kind of shit since high school. I didn’t get boners anymore unless I was about to get some. One look at Reese, though, and my cock stood at attention.
“It looks like it’s tight in there,” she said, still whispering as if someone other than me could hear her.
“It is.”
She took another quick breath, then reached down to touch my leg. I was real close to begging her to touch me. My brain was losing blood by the second, and it was all headed south. “Will you take it out and let me . . . I mean, can I touch it?”
Hell, yes!
My hands shot to my fly and got it undone in record time, then I tugged my jeans down my hips enough so that my cock sprang free. She was watching me so intently I swear I was about to explode from her just looking at it.
Her fingertips slowly traced the hard ridge through my briefs. I hadn’t pulled those down. I wasn’t sure she was ready to actually see it.
“Can you take it out?” she asked, her eyes looking up at me, then dropping back to my lap.
This girl was asking me like I would tell her no. My dick had decided more than a month ago that it only wanted to perform for her. She owned it as much as she owned me.
I paused and watched her face to make sure she was ready for this before pulling my briefs back and letting her see what it was she was asking for. I really did not want her jumping up and running off to splash water on her face from the sight of my cock. The idea of scaring her this way would wreck me.
Her hand moved as if in slow motion until one finger-tip ran down the hard swollen head and the veins along the length. I couldn’t breathe. Oxygen refused to go into my lungs. “Tell me how to touch it,” she said, running a finger back up toward the head.
She wanted me to fucking talk now? “Wrap—” I said, then gasped in some air. “Wrap your hand around it, and slide it up and down.”
She did exactly as I said, and stars filled my vision. I had to blink several times to clear it. I stared down at her small hand around my dick, and I leaked fucking precome. She paused. Her eyes lifted to mine.
“You like this?” she asked, her breathing heavy. This was exciting her. Fuck, her nipples were hard and poking through that thin top.
“You have no idea,” I replied tightly.
She tightened her grasp when she slid up, and her eyes widened as the clear fluid appeared at the tip.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, and laid my head back on the sofa. I was in some form of nirvana, and I didn’t want to come out of it.
“Too tight?” she asked, innocently.
“God, baby, no. So good,” I panted.
Her grip stayed tight, and she began moving up and down my dick with more vigor. My mouth fell open once, and I grabbed the arm of the sofa to hold on.