Between You & I

by Susan Cairns

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Reid’s voice surprises me, and I snap my eyes back to his.

  “So good, don’t stop,” I say, hearing the pleading tone in my voice.

  “I’m just getting started, gorgeous.” Reid shifts so the head of his cock is rubbing right up the center of my clit.

  “Ohhh, yes right there, uhhh, god yes.” My eyes close again.

  The sound of Reid blowing out a deep breath satisfies me. He’s getting as worked up as I am, which makes me feel amazing. But before I have a chance to register what’s happening, he pulls away. My eyes pop open so wide that it hurts. When I’m able to focus, I see that he’s dropped to his knees at the side of the couch, peering at me over the well-trimmed, glistening curls on my mound. He gives me a wicked smile then leans in. Slipping his tongue between my cheeks, he slowly drags it up, parting my lower lips, until he pulls my hypersensitive nub into his mouth. He sucks so hard I nearly shoot off the couch.

  “Oh god,” I moan, arching my back, which makes my body slip away from his mouth.

  Reid brings me back to him by sliding his hand under my ass, lifting it off the arm of the couch. The position leaves me uncomfortable again and I have to lift my arms above my head to straighten my back. When I’m lined up again, Reid goes back for another long lap, sucking my clit into his mouth then circling it with his tongue. Taking me by surprise, his finger runs around my rear hole before finding its way to the right one. He pushes in with one quick thrust before pulling it out just as fast.

  “Ahh, Reid, please I’m so close.” I pant as he shakes his head between my legs, rubbing his tongue side to side, then stopping to suck again. “Oh my god… oh god, Reid…”

  With his finger pumping in and out of my wet hole as his mouth goes to town on my clit, I can’t hold it in any longer. My eyes roll back into my head as I clutch the throw pillow behind my head. I lift my ass higher, pushing it into Reid’s mouth, trying to take more as I fall off the ledge.

  “Reid, oh god, mhmm, so good…” I trail off with a long moan as Reid’s finger slips free when his mouth does, but not before he bites the mound of flesh right above my clit.

  “My turn,” he says, standing, coming into view of my half-closed eyes.

  The sound of a foil packet crinkling fills the room. I see the shimmer of an empty gold wrapper hanging out of Reid’s mouth just before he puts his hand back under my ass, lifting me into position. Again I have to lift my arms over my head to get comfortable, wiggling to find the right spot. I settle as Reid pushes his thick, throbbing cock inside me. With a grunt, Reid pumps in and out, squeezing my ass to stop me from moving backward with each of his thrusts.

  “Yes, that’s it. God, you feel so good,” he grinds out between breaths.

  “Oh yes, deeper, keep going, harder. Yes, right there!”

  Reid picks up speed. “Your pussy’s grabbing my cock like it doesn’t want to let go. I’m not going to last.”

  Squeezing my inner walls as tight as I can with each inward thrust, I watch Reid’s face contort. I can tell he’s losing control. His breath is choppy, just like his movements. Sweat is beading on his forehead then dripping down his cheeks. He’s holding out, but I know with one more squeeze, he’s going to go over. On the next thrust, I engage my muscles as tight as I can, grabbing his cock and almost holding it inside me.

  “Fuck, Taylor do that again, please,” he begs, so I comply. “God, oh fuck yeah!” Reid’s voice bounces off the walls, along with the slapping of our skin. “Oh god, yes.”

  He thrusts forward with all his might, holding me so tightly I’ll probably have fingerprint bruises on my thighs. Reid’s head falls back as he shudders, emptying himself inside me. I watch, mesmerized, knowing that I brought this man, with all of his confidence, to his knees. With one more jerky movement, he crushes his body to mine, falling on top of me, and it feels so good.

  “Next time we’re doing it like this, with you on top of me, so I can feel and see all of you.” I wrap my arms around his back, lightly running my fingers up and down his damp skin.

  “I’ll do whatever you want, whenever you want.” Reid lifts himself a little so he can capture my mouth in a searing kiss, one that I feel all the way to the tips of my toes.

  “Sounds like a solid idea to me,” I say when he breaks the kiss.

  Pushing himself up, Reid pulls his condom-covered flaccid dick from my body, then falls back over the arm of the couch onto his knees. “Let me get rid of this.”

  “Bathroom’s around the corner, first door on the left,” I direct him.

  While he’s gone, I sit up, turning so I’m right on the couch. I don’t make a move to get my clothes or cover myself. I just sit there with my right leg crossed over my left, waiting for Reid to reappear.

  “Fuck, that’s an image I want to see every day.”

  His voice has me lifting my head to where he’s standing in the kitchen door, completely naked, his hand running through his sweat-soaked hair.

  “Me too.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him. “Are you going to stay for a while?” I glance at the time on my cable box then back at Reid.

  “Shit, I didn’t realize it was so late. Would you be upset if I took off?”

  “As long as you promise this isn’t a hump-and-run?”

  “Hump-and-run?” he asks with a smile but doesn’t let me elaborate. “Not on your life. I want this over and over again, every day for the rest of my life.”

  “Good, then I’m not upset that you have to go. Plus, we both have to get up for work in the morning.”

  “Right, but how about I tuck you into bed before I go?” He walks toward me then captures me behind the legs and under the arms and lifts me off the couch. “Which way to your room?”

  “Up the stairs.” I nod toward them.

  Reid carries me to my bed and sets me on top of the gray-and-purple comforter, then he pulls it down as I lift my ass. Before he throws the covers over me, he steps to the end of the bed and removes my heels, tossing them one by one over his shoulders. Slowly, like he doesn’t want to cover my body, he lifts the sheet up over me.

  “Night, beautiful,” he says, leaning down to kiss me.

  “Night,” I reply sleepily, as our activities catch up with me.

  “I’ll lock up on my way out. Sleep tight. We’ll meet for coffee in the morning,” Reid says, backing out of my room.

  “Okay,” I reply just before he turns and disappears down the stairs.

  Five minutes later, I hear the front door slam shut and I finally close my eyes. Sleep comes easily for the first time in a long time, the image of Reid in pure ecstasy behind my lids.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Reid

  “Thank god for A-line skirts,” Taylor whispers then rounds the corner of my desk as if nothing happened, her loose skirt swaying with each step.

  Thank god is right, but now I’m stuck sitting here until my dick deflates. Since our first night together, two weeks ago, tomorrow —not that I’m keeping track— when I couldn’t budge Taylor’s tight-as-hell pencil skirt, she’s opted to give me easier access. Now when she joins me on my side of the desk, all I have to do is turn toward her as though we’re deep in conversation and slide my hand up the inside of her thigh. By the time I reach my destination, she’s panting softly and wetter than hell. It’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve seen, other than her naked and spread across her bed. It definitely helps pass the lagging hours of the afternoon.

  With only one more week of working side by side ahead of us, today I made sure to give Taylor an afternoon she’ll never forget. On the ride back to the office from another tour, I promised her an orgasm an hour to show my appreciation for all that she’s done for me since I started. But in true Taylor fashion, she laughed and said it would never happen. So like Casey, I took the challenge and made a wager. Now Taylor owes me three of my own, any way I want them. I’m sure she has blow jobs in mind, but I love making her come. I love the way her breathing softens right before she goes over t
he edge, the way her cheeks get fiery red, and the way she can’t help but throw her head back in pleasure, so it’s probably not going to be all about me getting off. Although I might save one, or two, for myself.

  Celebration number two, my second Friday night at Fran’s, is right around the corner. Casey, of course, organized it, telling us that drinks are a must when you have a good week. But I didn’t only have a great week; I’ve had a great two weeks. Which is why I have to call Jennifer and let her know I’ll be home late again even though I don’t have a dinner meeting tonight. I wish I could say I felt bad, but I don’t. Not about ditching her anyway. I do, however, feel bad about sneaking around with Taylor behind her back, which is why I’m looking at a few apartments tomorrow. One of which I plan on taking, as long as it looks as good in person as it does in the pictures.

  It’s time I put this thing with Jennifer to rest. After three weeks of living together, the way I feel about her hasn’t changed one bit. She’s become someone I might think of as a friend, but I don’t see anything more coming of it, and that has nothing to do with Taylor. Even if things hadn’t progressed between Taylor and me, I would still be looking for a place of my own. This has been a learning experience, and I’ve learned that you can’t force something that’s just not meant to be.

  After finding her work number in my cell, I lift the receiver from my desk phone and dial Jennifer’s work number.

  “Jennifer Ferraro,” she says in greeting.

  “Hey, Jennifer,” I respond, leaning my elbow against the desk and driving my hand into my hair.

  “Reid, hi, what’s up?”

  “Hey, I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be late again tonight.”

  “Really? I thought we’d get a chance to spend tonight together, since you didn’t have a meeting scheduled.”

  “I know, but the team wants to celebrate how well this week went,” I say as I grab my hair and pull a little.

  “Okay, I guess we can hang out tomorrow after I get home from work. It just feels like I haven’t seen you all week.”

  “I know, and I’m sorry that things have been a little crazy. I promise we’ll do something tomorrow afternoon. I have a few things to do in the morning, but I’ll make sure I’m home by the time you get there.”

  “Okay, well, have fun. Call me if you need a ride home.”

  “I will, but I’m not planning on drinking that much, so I should be fine.”

  “See you tomorrow,” she says, sounding defeated.

  “Bye, Jennifer.” I listen to the click as Jennifer hangs up. For a minute I sit there with the receiver against my head, feeling like a complete asshole. I really need to break things off with her before she or Taylor find out about each other. I slip the handset back on the cradle. All I can think is tomorrow better bring me some good luck.

  “Reid, it’s five. Are you coming?” Casey peeks her head in the door and yells way too loudly for the small space.

  “Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute,” I call back as she skips—yes, she’s skipping—away from my door.

  Up until I talked to Jennifer, I was looking forward to hanging out with Taylor and Casey tonight. Now I just feel like shit. That is, until a gorgeous blonde peeks her head in my door, giving me a smile that would light the darkest night.

  “We’re staying for two drinks, that’s it,” she says with promise in her voice.

  “Oh yeah? Didn’t get enough of me last night or the night before that?” I ask, pushing my chair back and adjusting my growing cock.

  “Definitely not, and I’m looking forward to taking my time with you tonight.”

  “Oh, so you’re going to be in charge, huh?”

  “You bet your ass I am. You’ve had all the fun. Now it’s my turn to explore Mr. Mariano.”

  “Mmhm, I like where this is headed.” I pull my laptop from the docking station. “Why don’t you tell me more?”

  Taylor takes a couple of steps into my office, pushing my door closed behind her. “First, I’m going to strip every last piece of clothing from your body, then I’m going to push you down on the bed, then I’m going to tie your hands to the headboard and feet to the footboard.”

  Taylor laughs, probably noticing how round my eyes have gotten. I’ve never been into bondage, but with this woman, I’m willing to try anything. I have to adjust my pants again, my dick now straining uncomfortably against the zipper. The hornier I get, the heavier my eyes get; I can only imagine that I look like a man drunk on the thought of sex.

  “After I make sure you’re secure, I’m going to slowly take off my clothes, watching how revealing my body excites you—”

  A loud bang at the door make Taylor and me jump. I grab the file folder on my desk and hold it in front of my junk just before the door flies open, revealing an annoyed Casey.

  “I thought I told you two assholes to hurry up,” she fires at us, rage evident in her eyes. “Josh is going to be waiting for us and I know you have to do some car swapping, so get your shit together and let’s go!” Casey backs out the door, leaving it wide open, then peeks around the corner. “Oh, and Reid, you might want to do something with that giant snake in your pants. A file folder doesn’t hide it for shit.”

  “Casey!” Taylor screeches.

  “What? It’s a compliment.” Casey winks at me then disappears.

  “God, she’s always so crass,” I point out.

  “She is, but she’s truthful. I don’t need your monster snake on display for the ladies. He’s all mine.” Taylor winks at me then backs out the door with a sexy smile.

  “You know, you could help me out here,” I say, tossing the folder on my desk, then putting my hands on my hips while pushing my hips forward.

  “I could, but then we’d be even more late. I promise, later, it’ll totally be worth the wait.”

  “Okay, but how am I supposed to walk out of here like this?”

  “Hang your laptop bag in front of your crotch,” Taylor suggests before turning toward her cube.

  “You better make this up to me,” I call and hear a little giggle. “Fucking woman. I should tie her up and torture her for doing this to me.”

  After stuffing my laptop in its bag, I throw the strap over my head and maneuver the case over my crotch. Like this doesn’t make it look as though I’m trying to hide something. When I step out of my office, Taylor and Casey are standing at the end of Taylor’s cube. Casey immediately giggles while Taylor bites her lips to keep from doing the same. Pure evil. I’m going to make her pay for that! Maybe not tonight though. I’m kind of looking forward to what she has in store for me.

  “You’re walking a little funny, Reid. Everything okay?” Casey, the smartass, asks.

  “Not funny. Let’s go, I need a fucking drink,” I say, stepping up to them.

  “With a lot of ice,” Casey adds.

  “Case, knock it off,” Taylor defends me.

  “Yeah, Case, knock it off,” I taunt.

  “You”—Taylor pokes her finger into my chest—“are asking for it and I’m going to let her say whatever the hell she wants.”

  Grabbing her finger, I turn her hand so it’s palm up, then I place a kiss in the center. “I’m done, although I kind of like when you stick up for me.”

  “Aww, well, aren’t you two just sickening. Let’s go, I’m thirsty,” Casey demands, stomping her foot. “By the way, you better pay up Taylor,” Casey adds with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

  “Anyway, who said you won?” Taylor throws her sass at Casey, then changes the subject. “We’ll meet you at Fran’s in ten minutes, I promise,” Taylor says, meeting Casey’s eyes.

  “One minute later and I’m coming looking for you,” she says then walks toward the reception door.

  Taking Taylor’s laptop bag from her, I fling it over my right shoulder then pick up her lunch bag from her desk. She smiles then steps around me to follow Casey. What I wouldn’t give to be able to wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her close to me,
stake my claim on her, and let everyone know she’s picked me. Not that it’s a good idea or that any one is here to see, but I can’t help wanting to brag about the fact that I have this amazing, smart, sexy woman on my arm.

  Casey gets the inside door for us, then Taylor returns the favor by grabbing the outside door. The three of us walk side by side to our cars, the only ones left in the lot, parked in a line in the second row. While Casey retreats to her door, I walk Taylor to hers. She takes her laptop and lunch bag and tosses them on the passenger seat, then she turns toward me as though she's going to kiss me. Instead, she tips her head up and gives me a big smile before ducking through the door.

  Before I shut it behind her, I lean in close enough to her ear that my lips brush the shell. “Tease.” I pull back and shut the door before she can say anything.

  Pressing the button on my key fob, I unlock my doors as I walk around the front of Taylor’s car, then I slip behind the wheel and follow her home. We park our cars, mine behind hers, like we have every day this week. As weird as it sounds, it kind of looks like they belong together in her driveway. She runs in the house to deposit her bags before jumping in my Jeep.

  Less than two minutes later, we’re pulling in the parking lot at Fran’s, where Casey is leaning against the side of the building, smoking a cigarette.

  “Uh oh, looks like Josh isn’t here yet,” Taylor says as I pull into the closest parking spot to the door.

  “What makes you think that?”

  “If he was, she wouldn’t be out here by herself.”

  “Good point. But at least she won’t give us shit for being late.”

  “True story,” she says, unbuckling her seat belt then popping the door open.

  As I slip out the door Taylor yells across the parking lot to Casey, “Hey, woman! Where’s your boy toy?”

  “He’s running late, which means the two of you won’t be able to ditch us as soon as you’re planning.”

  “Who said we’re going to ditch you?” I call back.

  “Umm, Taylor’s my best friend. She already told me that the two of you are only staying for a couple of drinks so you can go home and play.”