by Toni Aleo
His large and scrumptiously naked body falls between my legs before he tears his mouth from mine, kissing across my chest. While I want him to get to where I am aching for him abundantly, his mouth feels real good against my breasts. He loves on my nipples and then the whole mound of flesh. He leaves nothing untouched as he kisses down my body. When he curves his tongue around my heavy breast, I arch into his mouth, humming his name. He dips his tongue in my belly button as he pushes my legs back, kissing each thigh before taking my pussy whole in his mouth.
He sucks hard, a popping sound driving me wild as I hold on to the back of the seat and then the wheel. He moves his tongue along my slit slowly, with purpose, as my toes curl against the doorframe. Reed’s fingers bite into my ass as my thighs rest against his shoulders, and then his tongue is curling around my clit. He goes fast, slow, and then fast once more. It’s as if he doesn’t know what he wants to do, so he does it all.
I’m not complaining one bit.
Quite the opposite.
I cry out, my body going tight as he continues his torture. When he begins to fuck me fast with his tongue, his nose presses into my clit, and I’m a goner. I come so hard that I wouldn’t doubt if the whole town heard me. His name falls from my lips with gusto as he laps at my pussy. His lips press to my body in such a sweet, gentle way. If I weren’t floating away on my little orgasm cloud, I could appreciate his tenderness, but I can’t. I’m gone.
He kisses my thighs and then the spot right above my pussy before looking up at me. Reed’s eyes are hooded, full of such desire, and I think I might come again. His chest presses to mine as he moves his lips to my mouth. I bring my hands up, framing his face as he continues to kiss me. His cock moves along my wet pussy, and the feeling is positively sinful. When he pulls back, he has a condom in his hand, and I notice he has taken it from the glove box.
I bring my brows in. “Is that still good?”
He mirrors my expression. “I think so. I stole them out of Bryce’s truck.”
I snort. “You’re so mean. He had a date tonight.”
“He laughed when I struck out at the game, so I don’t care. Plus, there is only one, so surely he has a backup box I couldn’t find.”
I giggle as he pulls back to sheathe himself. “So you looked?”
“Oh yeah. Believe me, I want you more than once.”
A small smile plays on his lips as he covers his engorged and sexy cock with the condom. His eyes meet mine, and we freeze. It’s not in shock or anything bad; I feel like it’s in appreciation of each other. We’re seeing each other naked for the first time as adults, and the view is pretty great.
“You sure are gorgeous, Del.”
My cheeks burn. “Stop.”
“Never.” His voice is rough as he covers my body with his.
“Well, you aren’t ugly.”
He smiles against my lips. “How nice of you to say.”
“Yeah, but I’ve always thought you were hot.”
His eyes burn into mine. “Funny, I’ve thought the same of you.”
He enters me, hard and to the hilt, taking my breath away completely. I wish I had time to digest what he just said, but he doesn’t give me time to. He’s moving into me, his fingers gripping me at the back of my knees as his eyes slowly fall shut. I watch him, his lashes kissing those high cheekbones while his shoulders flex and go taut. His chest is defined, sexy, and hard with muscle. A sexy trail of hair makes a path down the middle of his stomach, and I have this unruly need to lick him there. I want to lick him everywhere.
Lord almighty.
He feels fucking fantastic inside me. Thick, filling me completely, and I don’t want him to stop. He picks up speed, his body slamming into mine. He bends his head down, flicking his tongue at my nipples as he pounds into me. It’s sloppy but amazing. I love it, and when his lips take mine, I’m crying into his mouth as another orgasm takes over.
“Fuck yes.”
God, his words make me want to come again. Who am I kidding? All of him makes me want to come over and over again. His body is firm, and his shoulders feel amazing under my nails as he drives into me lusciously hard. He thrusts into me twice more before he stills, a loud, guttural yell filling my mouth. I capture his moan, my body shaking against his as he throbs inside me. He twitches against me as his orgasm rakes over his beautiful body.
When he falls against me, I take in a deep breath, looking at the truck ceiling and moving my fingers up and down his solid back. He kisses my neck and my chest before trailing kisses up my chin. His eyes are full of such light, and everything goes fuzzy. Or at least, I think they do. I know my vision is blurry.
His lips curve as he breathes in deeply. “Did you really use to think of me when you would get off?”
A small, content kittenish grin is on my lips. I’m not even ashamed. “Every time.”
His mouth meets mine, and I close my eyes, letting myself enjoy this kiss as he smiles against my mouth. Even though I still have no clue what the hell we’re doing, I don’t care.
Because I just had sex with Reed McElroy.
“You've got to be freaking kidding me.”
Reed’s soft chuckle fills the truck as we pull into my driveway. On the porch is Mawmaw, with a beer in her hand and a curious look on her face. “I told you to put your pants on.”
“Shut up. You did not,” I grumble at him.
“Maybe not. It’s a great view for sure.”
I glare at him, but when I hear Mawmaw laugh, I groan. “Damn it.”
He laughs. “Who taught her that?”
I look up at her. She’s hanging over the rail, pushing her index finger into a hole she’s making with her other hand. “Good Lord! I don’t know.”
We watch her for another moment, and then we’re both laughing. She’s absolutely insane. “I bet she saw it on Vanderpump Rules.”
“Vanderpump Rules?”
“Trashy reality TV. Almost like that stupid shit my sister is on.”
Reed moves his hand into mine, and my laughter cuts off as I meet his gaze. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
“No?”
“No,” he whispers, his fingers threading through mine. “I want to kiss you, but I think she’s watching us.”
“She is.” I don’t even have to look to know. She probably has a pair of binoculars. “Is that a problem? ’Cause when I get out of the truck in only panties, she’ll know what we were off doing.”
His eyes fill with something I can’t name. Maybe apprehension, but it’s only there for a moment before he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine. He swipes his tongue along my bottom lip, and I gladly meet his tongue with mine. Our kisses are hot, demanding, and I don’t want to let him leave. I worry space might ruin this, even though I have no clue what this is. I really should find that out.
When he pulls back, he kisses both sides of my mouth before pressing his lips to my nose. His lips linger there as his fingers twist with mine. “I had a really great time.”
“Me too.” My voice is breathless, hoarse almost.
“I’d love to do it again.”
“Yes, I want that very much.”
He smiles against my lips, and butterflies flutter up my throat. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Bright and early.”
I pull back because if I don’t, I won’t. I’ll stay right here, in this truck, with his mouth on mine. While some would see a problem with that, Reed included, I don’t. I want him, badly. But maybe I do need some space. I gather my pants and shoes and open the door. I feel his gaze on me as I slide out, pulling my panties out of my ass. When he groans, I grin back at him.
“That ass is trouble.”
“So is your mouth,” I throw back at him as I shut the door. “Bye.”
He gives me a wave just as my mawmaw yells, “Girl, where are your pants?”
I look back, and Reed laughs as he pulls out of the drive. “You’re on your own.”
“Ass!”
What does he think we’re doing?
And if it’s just sex, am I okay with that?
I don’t want another John Aaron or even any other guy I’ve dated. None of them has lasted. They all cheated or wished my vagina was like some porn star’s. For once, I want to feel like I’m enough. But can I apply that here? I know Reed is leaving. But maybe I can live out my fantasy and leave my heart out of the equation.
“Oh, girl, you are in so much trouble.” I glance up to where Mawmaw takes a long pull of her beer, laughing. “You’re as smitten with that boy now as you were when you two were kids. Now you’ve added sex in there. Good luck to you.”
“Wow. Thank you, oh wise woman who was put on this earth to guide me.”
She snorts at that. “Want my guidance?”
I blink. Did I? Did it matter if I did, ’cause I know she’s gonna give it to me?
“You best lock that boy down, or he’ll break your heart.”
I look away, feeling like I was just kicked in the chest. I know Reed can break my heart, but how do I lock down a guy who is counting down the days until he leaves?
I let my face fall into my hands, and I shake my head.
“Yup, you’re screwed, sweetheart.”
“Thanks, Mawmaw.”
Chapter Eighteen
Reed
Mom started coming over for morning coffee last week.
It was a fluke, really. She was out on her morning walk that I didn’t know she took, and I was sitting on the bench on my porch, drinking a cup as Wilbur napped in my lap. She joined, and that was that. We’ve been doing it the last six mornings, and I think it may be my favorite thing to do.
Well, aside from Delaney.
I like doing her very much. Holy hell, I can still feel her body against mine, the gentle sting of her nails in my skin, and taste those luscious lips. It’s only been eight hours since I dropped her off at her house, but I almost can’t wait to see her at work this morning. It may be silly and really unwise, but I am. I’m excited to see her.
Funny turn of events I have on my hands.
Since my mom knows nothing of my dirty thoughts, I nod and smile as she goes on and on about her bridge club. She’s asked me twice to come be her partner, and I’ve politely declined. Before it was because I’d rather stub my toe repeatedly on the side of the table than listen to those old biddies, but now, there could be a chance Delaney might want to hang out. Wait. What? Hang out? Wasn’t last night a one-time thing? It should be a one-time thing.
But if that was the case, then why do I want to see her again? And again. And maybe a lot more after that? It has to be because I didn’t get my fill. We only did it once since there was only one condom in the box I stole out of Bryce’s truck. We were both bummed about that, but that didn’t stop me from eating that sweet pussy of hers until she was shaking like a leaf. I can still hear my name on her lips, and boy, what a gorgeous sound it was.
“Late night?”
I watch as Wilbur runs in the field. I think he’s chasing a bee. Watch him get stung, crazy dog. “Yeah, we were the second-to-last game.”
“Sure, but you still weren’t home till almost one.”
I give her a sideways glance. “You stalking me, Mom?”
Her mouth quirks as she hides behind her coffee mug. “Maybe.”
I chuckle softly as I take a long sip of the beautiful black gold.
“Plus, Pearl called me.”
I press my lips together as I lower the cup. “Did she now?”
“Yes, told me Delaney came out of your truck with no pants on.”
Well, hell. It figures that my mom would already know. If she knows, then the bridge club probably knows, and then the church will be next. Fucking frustrating. I knew this could happen, but I really didn’t think anyone saw us.
Acting nonchalantly, I just nod. “I think Mawmaw may have been dreaming.”
I feel her gaze on the side of my face. “So Delaney didn’t get out of your truck with her pants under her arm and a grin on her face?”
I fight back my own grin. I’ve always loved the way Delaney smiles, but watching her smile after coming hard, I think that’s my new favorite. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Reed Andrew—”
“Damn, Mom! Middle-naming me?”
“Yes! Lying to me like that… I can see it all over your face!”
“See what?” I ask innocently, finally meeting her intrusive gaze. “I have nothing to tell.”
“You had sex with her.”
I feign shock. “Or, we jumped off the bridge, and she got wet.” In more places than one. “Hence the lack of pants.”
She just shakes her head at me. “Lord, Reed, I can’t believe you’d lie to your momma.”
I press my hand to my chest, a grin playing on my lips. “I don’t see it as lying. I see it as holding back info from two very nosy women.”
“Nosy? We are not.”
“Mom, you and Mawmaw could run your own tabloid.”
She laughs at that, recrossing her legs as she leans back. “Maybe I just want to know what you’re doing? Or, better yet, whom?”
“Does it matter?” I ask as Wilbur comes running up the stairs and jumps onto the bench. He nuzzles his way into my mom’s lap, but she pays him no mind. Her eyes are on me. “You didn’t care who I dated or slept with back in Lexington.”
“Because it wasn’t Delaney Kate. The same girl who has been infatuated with you since she was five.”
I scoff. “Please. She has not.”
“Yes, she has,” she insists. “And you know it.”
“I know no such thing because it isn’t true.”
“Oh, it is. You’ve just ignored it because you’ve always liked her. You let the fact that she was a bit overweight hold you back from asking her out.”
My brows crash together. “I’m sorry… Are we talking about the same two people here? I am Reed McElroy. She’s Delaney Abbot. Are you sure you’re talking about the right set of kids?”
“Just an example… Back in tenth grade, you broke your arm, and she baked you cookies for a month.”
I shrug. “She knew I liked cookies.”
But Mom isn’t done, and shit, am I sweating? “When Matt Roberts stole her bat bag and was making her run after it as he drove through the school parking lot, who got suspended for busting out Matt’s two front teeth? It wasn’t Delaney.”
I look away, chewing on the inside of my cheek.
“I could go on, and I get it, Reed, I do. Everyone in town already gives you a hard time for everything that happened when you were little, and you won’t take a chance on providing them anything else to hurt you with if you gave in to your feelings for Delaney.”
My heart pounds in my chest. “Mom, there were no feelings.”
She isn’t convinced, and that frustrates me. Did I find Delaney beautiful back then? Sure, she was. Did we maybe take care of each other? Yeah, ’cause that’s what friends do. But we also argued, and we weren’t nice to each other most of the time. She was a pain in my ass. She was annoying. There were no damn feelings!
“Are there now?”
What? Can’t you just sleep with someone and not have feelings? “No. Seriously, Mom, we’re having fun.”
“Does she know that?”
“Yeah,” I lie as I look away. “It’s nothing, Mom. Just some fun.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she tsks, and I roll my eyes.
“Seriously, and don’t go telling people that it’s more than that.”
“I won’t,” she says simply. “But I think you really need to be careful.”
“Why?”
“Because old feelings have a way of becoming new feelin
gs. Those kinds of feelings, the ones that flourish between people who have known each other their whole lives, don’t go away easily or even die. They burn hard, and almost always, someone gets hurt.” She reaches out, taking my free hand in hers. Wilbur wants to be in on the contact, so he lays his head on our hands, his beautiful brown eyes looking between the two of us. He probably thinks we’re nuts. “Delaney is a sweetheart, through and through. We all love her, everyone in this town. She’s been hurt so many times, and no one wants that for her. So if this is just fun and fooling around, please make sure she knows that. I really don’t want her taking a bat to your pretty face.”
I snort. “She wouldn’t do that.”
She holds my gaze. “No, not to you.”
I look away, shaking my head. “It’s fine, Mom. I’m not a jerk. I can be honest with her.”
“I know, but I also know you don’t want to talk about something awkward.”
For everyone who insisted Shirley McElroy was in no way my mom, well, they can kiss my ass. This woman knows me, she loves me, and damn it, she is my world. I wrap my arm around her neck, pulling her in close. “I’ll talk to her.”
“Good,” she says, patting my chest. “I do love you, Reed.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
“And if you do decide that this is more than fooling around, and you want to stay, marry her, and have babies with her, I would fully support that.”
I let her go and get up to head inside. “Bye, Mom.”
“Love you, honey!”
Her voice follows me inside, but her earlier statement, I ignore.
I’ll be leaving in a little over six weeks, and if my mom can’t keep me here, not even beautiful Delaney Kate can.