as strange as it is, knowing I’ll be your first makes me feel like a god. I know I’ll make it perfect for you.”
His cocky words should make me angry, but they don’t. They turn me on so much my body shifts uncomfortably against the sheets. I’ve always wanted Reed to be my first, to be the man I choose to give myself to.
“What are you doing?” I squeak, watching as he takes off his jacket and finishes unbuttoning his dress shirt. My mouth waters when I catch a peek of his abs beneath the undershirt he’s wearing. We aren’t actually going to do it yet, are we? I don’t know if I’m ready to go there tonight.
Reed smirks, using one arm to grip the neck of his undershirt at the back of his head. He yanks it off, letting it fall to the ground and revealing his stunning body to me. “I owe you an apology and we need to test the waters. Let me make you feel good, Fallon. Let me give you the best orgasm of your life.”
It takes me a minute to realize what he’s asking. My best friend is asking me if he can give me an orgasm and all I can think is, yes, yes please get me off. I want to scream the word, but settle for a breathless yes and nod.
As soon as I give my permission, he pounces, crawling up over me and forcing me to lie back on the bed. His huge arms cage me in, and I feel safe in his arms, like nothing can hurt me ever again. My eyes close when his mouth covers mine. This kiss is nothing like any of the others I’ve had. Reed devours my mouth, his tongue thrusting in and out the way I wish another part of him was between my legs.
He explores every inch of my mouth before abandoning it to trail kisses down my jaw. My body quivers with need, my breaths coming out in pants and my body going taut when his teeth scrape my earlobe. Reed’s lips continue moving down my throat, stopping briefly when they touch the fabric of my dress. The anticipation is going to kill me. I already feel like I’m about to come, and he’s barely touched me.
I tremble, waiting for him to do something, anything, to ease my ache. When all he does is brush soft kisses along the edge of my collar, I can’t stop my pleas.
“Reed,” I moan, “please…I need....” My head thrashes back and forth against the soft comforter. I don’t know how to ask for what I want.
His head lifts, and the smile he gives me promises all sorts of dirty things, “I know what you need, sweetheart,” he murmurs.
One finger dips under the edge of the fabric, barely touching my overheated skin and leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. My back arches in a desperate attempt to get closer, and when he pulls the top of my dress down to bare my breasts I’m instantly glad I chose to wear it because it’s stretchy enough that he can.
I expect him to move the cup of my bra out of his way, but he doesn’t. Instead he uses his tongue to trace my nipple through it, soaking the silk and making it rub provocatively against my skin. Using his hand, he plucks my other nipple, causing it to harden more, elongating for him like it’s begging for his mouth.
He alternates between licking and sucking my nipples until I’m writhing on the bed beneath him, the only sound in the room my whimpers and the wet sound of his mouth against my flesh.
My attention is so focused on what he’s doing to the upper half of my body, I don’t notice his hand move until his finger traces a path up my inner thigh. I jolt at the contact, and he chuckles, the sound vibrating against my sensitive breast.
Reed’s finger traces the edge of my panties, never touching the spot I need him to the most. I groan in frustration and attempt to move my hips up, trying to force him right where I want him. Instead of getting what I want, I’m shocked when he bites down on my nipple, pleasure and a tinge of pain rushing through me. That’s when he raises his mouth to hover over mine.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, his lips brushing against mine with every word. I nod frantically,