As he murmured the words against her skin, his fingers kept stroking at her wet heat, rubbing through the slick folds as she clung to him. He’d stroke down to the well of her sex, circle her sensitive skin there, and then glide up to her clit, and repeat that maddening circle. His movements were slow and unhurried—deliberately, she assumed, to make her force him to speed up somehow.
He was causing her to get distracted, too, her mouth working silently as every brush of his talented fingers made her body shudder anew. She was having a hard time concentrating on stroking his cock, her fingers lightly dancing along the head and brushing at the pr**cum there. She rolled the wetness along the head, exploring him with her touch. Reese was definitely well formed, the crown large and thick, the length of his shaft smooth and long. She moved down to his sac, and felt him, heavy and hot, in her grip.
Reese groaned and licked at her jaw. “Talented with those hands, aren’t you?”
“I could say the same for you,” she told him, and rocked her hips against his fingers when he stroked her clit.
“Ah, that’s it, sugar. You going to ride my palm?” He pressed the heel of his palm against her clit, his fingers grazing at her core, and stopped moving.
She whimpered, clutching at the length of him with her one hand, the other fisted into his shirt.
“That’s right,” he told her, his mouth sliding over her lips. He brushed against hers in the lightest of kisses, a mere flirtation. “Rock against me again, Audrey. Let me feel you move.”
She followed his lead, moaning when her movements forced the heel of his palm hard against her clit. The sensation was incredible, and she repeated it, her hips jerking against him.
“Do it again,” he commanded in a low voice. “Ride me, Audrey.” He kissed down her neck, his tongue flicking at her skin.
She did, bucking against him. Then, she couldn’t seem to stop herself. She rubbed up against him, over and over, like a wanton. Wild with the need he was building in her, Audrey leaned back against the woodpile, her hips moving harder and faster as she forced her sex against his palm. She was so wet that his entire hand was coated with her juices, though from his own soft encouragements, he liked the sight of that.
He continued to murmur at her, encouraging her to ride him, even as his mouth slid a little lower, brushing at the valley between her br**sts and licking the skin exposed by her collar. But when he nuzzled at her breast through her clothing and slid his hand to cup one of her br**sts, arching it to his mouth? When he bit the hard, aching tip through her clothing?
She shattered. A low, guttural groan erupted from her throat and she clenched her hand around his hard cock, still dripping with pr**cum, as her own orgasm rushed through her.
“Shhh,” he warned, moving up to cover her mouth with his. She heard the low chuckle he swallowed just before his lips covered hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as he ground the heel of his hand against her clit in a circular motion, extending the ripples of her orgasm until she was whimpering against him, her knees weak. “That’s my girl,” he told her when they finally parted, Audrey limp from the force of her orgasm.
Dazed, she struggled to re-orient to her surroundings. She was shoved up against the woodpile. His hand was in her now-soaked panties. His other hand still cupped her breast, occasionally grazing his thumb over the nipple he’d bitten.
And she was still clinging to the length of his hard, erect c**k as it jutted out from his pants.
Reese leaned in and kissed her again, with a bit more urgency behind it. “You going to do me the honors, firecracker?”
She clenched her hand slightly around his length, enjoying the tremor of response that shot through him. “Actually, I thought I was done here. I’m sure you can handle yourself.”
He laughed, seemingly delighted in her prickliness. “You tease.” He nibbled at her lips. “I can handle it myself, all right. But your hands are far more pleasant than mine. Less callus.”
Her lips curled with amusement. She had to admit, he was rather fun to play with. He wasn’t begging for her to give him head. He was letting her know it was okay with him if she wanted to stop, but he wouldn’t turn her down if she wanted to continue.
Oh, she definitely wanted to continue. That wicked streak she fought so hard to clamp down was humming like a freight train inside of her. What did it matter if she was a little bad with just one man? Like Daphne had said—she could use him, play with him a bit, and then walk away unscathed. She wasn’t in a relationship, after all.
She was just having fun.
And so she gave him a naughty smile and wiggled out of his grip, then dropped to her knees in front of him.
He groaned at the sight. “Fuck, look at you. Gorgeous.”
Audrey grinned up at him, then parted her lips and leaned forward, just a little. She didn’t move to take his c**k in her mouth. She simply sat there, a few inches away, her lips parted with anticipation.
And she looked up at him, waiting.
“Damn, that’s hot.” Reese’s hand slid into her hair, stroking through the tangled locks and caressing her scalp. He didn’t surge forward like she’d expected. Instead, he stared down at her, considering for a long moment. Then those strong fingers curled at the base of her head and gently forced her forward.
Her lips went around the head of his cock, her hands sliding to his ass to anchor herself. Audrey let the wet head of him graze over her lips, back and forth in a light motion for a moment, before taking him into her mouth and sucking hard enough to form hollows in her cheeks.
Above her, Reese grunted approval, but didn’t move, didn’t begin to f**k her face. It was as if he were enjoying the sight of her as much as the feel, and wanted to savor it.
She could appreciate that. It made her feel incredibly sexy, knowing that he was enjoying looking at her going down on him. And it made her excited all over again. She dug her fingers into the tight muscles of his ass, appreciating their rock-hard firmness. God, he had a nice ass. She squeezed it and then released the head of his c**k with an audible pop, then rubbed her mouth along the head again. Pre-cum slicked her lips and she licked them clean with her tongue, then let it flick out and swipe over the crown of his cock.
“Just like that,” he told her in a husky voice, his fingers tightening on the base of her head. “That’s beautiful, Audrey. Take me in your mouth again.”
She leaned in, but instead of sinking down on him, she formed her tongue into a hard point and trailed it along his cock, exploring him. She circled the head with the tip of her tongue, licking at his glans, then the ridge of the crown. There was a thick vein along the underside, and she ran her tongue along it, too, then lightly tongued the base of him before moving back to the crown again.