“Bed, Reese. Now.” He slapped my butt hard enough to make me gasp, but not enough to hurt.
When I was settled against my comforter, head centered on the lone pillow, I bent my knee up and placed my wrist on top of it, crooking my finger at him to come closer.
He laughed. “Do you really think you’re running this show?” He took a step closer and stopped again. “Open your legs. Hands on the headboard.”
His assertiveness made me shudder with arousal, but even so I cocked an eyebrow at him, silently asking if he was serious. He stood stone still. Watching and waiting. My panties, only covering half my ass, were the same dusky pink as my sex and if the look he was giving me as he stood at the side of the bed was any indication, probably just as saturated.
I licked my lips in anticipation and rearranged myself.
Laird’s eyes were the only part of him in motion as he studied the curves and angles I presented to him. Flared hips. Rounded breasts. Spread thighs.
“If you’re waiting for an invitation, consider this it.” I writhed on the quilt, never dropping his gaze.
His jeans hung low on his hips, the button popped and the zipper down. The top inch of his royal blue boxer briefs showed above them. What was it about that V of muscle narrowing down from a guy’s hips that was so fucking sexy? While I stared, mesmerized, he reached down and stroked himself slowly, the head of his impressive cock coming into view as he fisted his hard length.
I released the headboard with my left hand and slid it down my body, pausing to squeeze my nipple, before continuing south. My fingers made one good pass under my panties and through the slickness between my legs before he caught my wrist, stopping me from repeating the motion. He held my hand captive as he climbed onto the bed, his knees settling between my parted legs. “That’s mine,” he warned me, his voice thick and low.
And then he licked my fingers clean, looking me in the eyes the entire time, his Irish green gaze making sinful promises. Promises I very much hoped he’d keep. When he finished, he pressed a kiss to my palm, and then to the delicate underside of my wrist, lingering with his lips against my racing pulse. “Headboard.” He repeated the husky order as he released my tingling hand. “I told you to hold on to the damn headboard.”
My mouth was dry as I followed his direction. While I normally craved control over every aspect of my life, yielding to Laird was instinctive. He waited until my fingers were curled around the nondescript metal bed frame. “That’s better.”
Planting his hands on the bed near my waist, he dipped his head to place a soft kiss to my flat stomach, the breadth of his shoulders a little overwhelming on my narrow XL twin mattress. But the tenderness of his kiss was nearly my undoing. That single touch of his lips silently vowed that his focus was on my pleasure first, not his.
I trembled beneath him. His eyes filled with dark hunger as he raked them over my body. “Breathe, Reese,” he chided. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath, and the air escaped in a whoosh. He grinned wolfishly. “I won’t bite. Unless I think you’ll like it.”
My head fell back on the pillow. Unless I think you’ll like it. His words echoed in my head.
Dear Peter, Paul, and all the apostles, even the shitty one, Judas.
I would. I would like it.
His nose stroked a line down the center of my underwear, and then he nuzzled deeper when he reached the part where the damp fabric clung to me like a second skin. He exhaled and the heat of it against my very core had me squirming beneath him.
And then, in the space of a dozen heartbeats, my panties disappeared and his mouth delved into my slick heat, learning my most intimate secrets. That the flat of his tongue, drawn slowly up my crease, made me arch my back to prolong the contact. That short flutters on my clit made me buck helplessly beneath him. That two fingers buried deep inside me made me quake and grip his hair, headboard be damned. That those same two fingers curving upward made me clench my eyes shut until tears leaked out. And that when he closed his lips around my clit and sucked, I came hard and loud, moaning his name as my thighs quivered around his head.
The aftershocks were still making me shudder when he cuddled next to me, hauling me on top of his chest. His fingers combed through my hair while I caught my breath and his jean-clad legs tangled with my naked ones.
“Reese?”
I mumbled incoherently. That orgasm to end all orgasms had completely robbed me of my ability to speak. I raised my head to look at him and forced my heavy eyelids to open a crack. A chunk of hair was blocking half my sight. I mumbled again, some garbled attempt at so good, can’t think, thank you that sounded like gibberish. My body might have been sprawled across his, but the rest of me was still floating around in weightless bliss, and I was in no hurry to discover gravity again.
He chuckled and smoothed my hair back. “I could eat you all day, every day and never get tired of your taste.” His fingers cupped my face and he kissed me, his lips lazy and unhurried. The tang of me on his tongue mixed with his own cinnamon flavor.
When he tucked me back against his shoulder, his hands meandering over my back, my arms, my ass, any piece of me he could reach, I was surprised. Honestly, this was when I’d expected him to rip his pants off and sink balls deep inside me. But he didn’t seem like he was in a rush.
I lowered my hand to his jeans in case he was waiting for a signal from me, but he captured it and pulled it back up his chest until my palm rested over the inked G. “Not tonight, hotshot. When you’re ready for that, we’ll go back to my place.” His voice was rough. “We need a larger mattress and a morning after where we don’t have to do anything but sleep and eat and fuck some more. You’re not something I want to rush.”
And just like that, I dropped back to earth, my imagination working overtime on what it would be like to be slowly savored by Laird. I planted an opened mouth kiss on the star tattoo on his other pec. “I could…” I licked his skin, demonstrating what I was offering.
When he shook his head no though, insecurity unfurled inside me, sharp and prickly.
“No?” I questioned softly, incredulous.
“If you put those lips around my dick tonight, I won’t be able to stop. And I’ve got bigger plans for you and me than a blowjob and quickie.” He sounded like he was in pain.
“Bigger, huh?” I smirked.
He rolled his hips, letting me feel just how big. I whimpered. As I started to respond in kind, his arms banded around me, stopping my undulation.
“Don’t tease me, Reese. I’m completely serious when I say I plan on ruining you for every other guy, fucking you hard and fast, slow and deep, and every combination in between.” He paused for a minute to let that sink in before he continued. “And then there’s all those other sexy fantasies I’ve had about you. I’ve been dreaming of us for two weeks now. Get your rest tonight. You’re gonna need it, because my imagination is one horny motherfucker.”
Laird
“Get up!” The panicked words dragged me from the best sleep I’d had in months.
I groaned. “I’m up, I’m up.” I nudged my hips into her soft belly, in case she had somehow missed the insistent outline of my morning wood rising to greet her.
“Not that!” She tried to roll away, but I reflexively caught her and resettled her on top of me.
“Stay.” I yawned and stretched, keeping one arm anchored over her back. “I like waking up with you. We should do it again. On a better bed. Like mine.”
“Laird,” she hissed, wiggling around and sending the rest of my blood rushing south.
“Mmm, keep doing that, but scoot a little higher first.”
She pinched my hip and I winced.
“What?” I complained.
“It’s almost nine!”
I pried open one eye and squinted at her. Mornings weren’t my forte. “And? It’s Saturday?”
Reese dropped her forehead down to my chin, and I used the opportunity to smell her hair. The scent was soft and girly, but not overpowering. I wouldn’t mind it lingering on my pillowcase. “And my roommate could be here any minute for all I know.”
“You don’t know what time she’s arriving?”