by K. J. Lewis
“Tell me.” He bites roguishly along my jawline.
“I want you to fuck me, Reid.”
In another rough move, he turns me back towards him, and his eyes heat with a darkness. My arms are trapped in my clothing behind me causing my shoulders to pull back, lifting and showcasing my breasts.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
It surprises me that he says this while watching my face and not just my breasts. With a groan full of need, he lowers his head and bites my nipple. His hands move to cup my breasts from underneath. The course pads of his thumbs roll back and forth over my now tender points. He squeezes my breast, and his mouth traces a path through every peak and valley on the landscape of my upper body. The dip in my clavicle, across the slope of my shoulder, down my side. He tongue-fucks my belly button while his hands continue to knead my breasts. My sex vibrates making me want him to the point that I know I will shamelessly fuck myself against him if he tries to stop like he did before.
“Reid,” I moan.
He stands to meet my eyes, both hands cupping my jaw.
“I know,” he promises before closing my mouth with his.
His promise staves off my arousal with the knowledge that he understands. He feels it, needs it like I do.
“I have to taste you. Now.” He easily slides me up onto the marble island, my ass resting on top of my hands that are still behind my back, providing an elevated angle. He runs his thumb over the crotch of my cotton panties, teasing me but not providing any of the pressure I crave. He grabs the hem of my panties and easily rips them from me before he removes his own t-shirt.
Planting his hands firmly on my knees, he opens me, exposing myself to him in a way that feels vulnerable, necessary, needed. He pushes my knees forward, rolling my hips slightly off the counter, and then he lowers his head. From the bottom of my sex, he runs the tip of his tongue to trace just inside the folds, making a full circle.
“Reid,” I say again, only this time I’m begging and he knows it.
“I’ve got you, Dove,” he says before his mouth suctions around my clit. The unexpected term of endearment shatters me. He proceeds at his own pace, relishing in the process. When I think I can’t take anymore, he flattens his tongue, coaxing me into a deep, mindless orgasm that shudders through my body long after the initial spasms slow.
He lifts me from the island, kissing me with the taste of my arousal still on his lips, and carries me to his room where he deposits me in the middle of his bed. He undresses, and I am awarded with my first full vision of his magnificent body.
“You’re exquisite,” I breathe as he climbs over me.
“I don’t compare to you, Dove.” He lifts my back and pulls my arms loose of the clothing bonding them taking a minute to rub each shoulder. My fingers explore the front of his chest, charting the territory I intend to lay claim to.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” My hands rest on each side of his hips. “I don’t want you to have any regrets.”
“No way would I ever regret being inside you. I didn’t stop last time because I regretted it. I stopped because I’m going to be your boss, and I don’t want to muddy the waters. But waters be damned, because I can’t think of anything other than getting back inside of you.” He pushes my knees back to my chest, his cock resting at the entrance of my sex. “I should have said this before now, but I’m clean. I have the papers to prove it. That was the first time I’ve ever entered anyone without a condom. I just—” he shakes his head like he’s looking for words, “I just lose my ability to think around you, but, God, do I want to be bare inside of you again.”
“I’m clean, too. And I’m on the pill. I trust you, Reid.”
His body falls on top of me, and his mouth sieges mine as I wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes my knees back into position before he slams into me in one swift motion.
“Fuck me,” he groans. When I move my hips to do just that, he stops me. “No, no, no. Just…” He makes a face and holds himself still. “I just need a minute. You feel fucking fantastic.”
I giggle and he narrows his eyes on me. “I swear to God I’m going to fuck that giggle out of you.” He rolls his hips before he pulls out and slams back in. The sensation is amazing, and I continue to meet his every thrust.
In an attempt to gain some control, he rolls me onto my shoulders, lifting my pelvis further off the bed. I can’t move my hips in this position, so I am at his mercy as he fucks me long and hard.
“Oh my God,” I whimper as he continues his delicious assault on my body, my senses, my everything.
“He can’t help you now,” he growls and abruptly pulls out of me before flipping me over and smacking my ass. Lifting me onto my knees, he fists my hair and grabs a shoulder to keep me from jolting forward when he slams into me again.
“Please,” I beg. My body has never been owned like this and it’s out of this world. “What the fuck!” I snarl when he pulls out again, this time replacing his cock with a finger.
“I’m in charge, Elise.” He smacks my ass again, sending off ripples of need through me before he slams into me again, giving me the force I need. I feel his wet finger over my puckered backside and he slides it just inside. My head lowers onto the bed, changing the angle. His other hand snakes around and pushes once on my clit. The sensation diverts me as he slides his finger all the way in.
“Bet you’re re-thinking that giggle now.” He smacks my ass again and I push back on him, giving as good as I’m getting. I’m frantic with the need of him. My breathing fluctuates. I can’t describe it. It’s like he’s hitting a reset button in me, and with each move in and out, I need and want him more.
“Get there, Elise.”
My name on his lips is all it takes, and my muscles clench around him as I fall into the precipice in front of me. Reid thrusts into me a couple more times before howling an expulsion so strong I can feel it inside of me. Pulling my hips tight to him as his body convulses, he shudders through his release before collapsing on top of me. I love his weight on me.
His fingers entwine with mine, and he raises our arms above us on the bed, his head resting against mine. Neither of us speak as our breathing retreats back to a normal pace.
“You were amazing.” He squeezes my hand and places a gentle kiss between my shoulder blades.
“Thank you,” I answer softly.
“We’re expected at dinner in fifteen minutes.” He kisses me once more before climbing off of me. I immediately regret the loss of his weight on me.
“Okay. I need a shower.”
He pulls me to him and kisses me deeply. “You don’t have time. Plus, I like knowing you’ll be wearing me tonight.”
“Because you’re a caveman?” I respond sarcastically, earning me a hard slap to my ass. It might have been meant as a reprimand, but to me it feels like a starter pistol.
“Elise, I run this.” He motions between us. “Understood?” When I respond with only a look he pushes me against the wall, lifts me up, and impales me all in one motion. He raises our arms over our heads, and his hands move to what is already my favorite spot, entwined with mine.
“You’re restart time is admirable,” I tease.
“Elise.” It’s a warning. I lean forward and kiss him hard. He releases my hands, and I wrap them around his neck pulling him closer to me. His thumb circles my clit, and I’m on the brink when he stops again.
“What the…” I pull on him.
With his lips against mine he says, “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“Kiss me.” I try to deepen my tongue in his mouth.
“Elise.” He circles his hips again.
I lean back, opening a little space between us and start rubbing my breast, pulling on my nipples. “Reid,” I moan. I lick my lips and start bouncing up and down on his cock.
“Dammit!” I watch his control snap and he increases his movements. With another press of his thumb, I come as he drives into me until he finds his release again
only a moment later.
“What the hell am I going to do with you?” he asks with his forehead rested against mine.
“Fuck me again?” I sprinkle kisses all over his face, and he moans when my sex clamps around him.
“Keep this up and you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Keep this up and you can rent me a wheelchair tomorrow, for all I care.”
He throws his head back in unexpected laughter, and I lean in and kiss his Adam’s apple.
“No laughing during sex,” I remind him.
Gently he lowers me to the floor. “Get dressed.” He kisses me before he heads into his bathroom.
I head to my room to throw on an easy jersey maxi dress. I’m ready in five minutes, waiting for him when he walks out. He’s looking at his phone, but stops when he sees me.
“I can’t believe you’re ready already and you look gorgeous.”
“Easy when all you have to do is throw on a dress.” I open the front door.
“Seriously.” He turns me to him. “You’re stunning and you don’t even try.”
I don’t know what to say to something so sincere, so I simply lean up on my toes and kiss him softly.
We’re heaved forward when Gabby pushes her way into the chalet. Reid freezes. She looks from me to him, and he drops his hands off me like I’m on fire.
“Whatever,” Gabby shrugs. “I’ve got bigger problems. I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.”
“Deal.” We hold our pinkies up at the same time and swear. She turns to a confused Reid, who realizes the same is expected of him and cautiously raises his pinky to her. She shakes it.
“Gabby never gabs,” I assure Reid with a nod and a smile, but he’s frowning at her. I turn to see why and see she’s crying.
“What’s wrong?” I immediately wrap my arms around her and close the door. Reid follows us into the living room. It’s obvious that he’s caught between his comfort zone of not getting involved and wanting to make sure Gabby is alright. I motion for her to sit, but when she does, she cries out in pain. The only words I can make out is “Owen” and “hurt.” Reid stands with a clenched fist.
“Where the fuck is he?” he demands.
Gabby places her hand on his arm to calm him, and I realize she is crying and laughing all at once.
“Gabby, you just about had Reid beating the shit out of Owen. What is wrong with you?”
“I’m in pain and I need help. I can’t fix it myself.”
“What happened?” Reid asks, still slightly unsettled.
Gabby tries to calm herself. “Remember, boss man. I hold your secret…”
“I’ll hold yours,” he reassures icily.
“Owen and I have an obligatory hook-up each year.”
“And? Tell me something I don’t know.”
“I thought he wanted you,” Reid says to me.
“Oh, he totally has a boner for Elise. But she’ll never go there. He’s stellar in the sack, so I couldn’t give a shit who he pines for. It’s just a once a year fuck.”
“You should write for Hallmark,” Reid deadpans.
“Well,” she half cries and half laughs, still standing precariously. “I took the walking trail when we left here today to stretch my legs a bit, and I ran into him.” She blushes slightly. “On the trail.”
“You did the nasty in the great outdoors,” Reid assesses, crossing his arms. Gabby answers with a nod.
“Remember. Right now, we’re equals. I have something on you, too,” she says to Reid before turning to me. “It’s like his dick is made for me. It has a curve to it that hits my spot dead center.” She demonstrates with her finger, and Reid audibly groans.
Running his hand over his face, he looks at me. “I run a multi-billion-dollar company. People fear me.”
His rhetoric tickles me. I know he is wondering how the hell he got pulled into this.
“Go on,” I tell Gabby.
“So, we started making out, and we couldn’t wait till we got back to the cabin, so he took me against the tree.”
“Did someone see you guys?” Reid asks.
Gabby shakes her head no.
“Did you get bit by something?” I ask.
She shakes her head no again.
“Speak, Gabby. What is it?” I’m losing my patience.
Slowly, she turns her backside to me and lifts the back of her flowery skirt. I cover my mouth. Her backside looks like someone took a meat grinder to it.
“What the hell happened?” I burst out into my own tears of laughter.
“Stop laughing, Bitchtits.”
“How?” It’s all I can manage.
“He really got going, and when he was grinding me I didn’t notice the pain.”
I turn her back around and lift her skirt. “There must be a hundred splinters in your
ass.”
“You have to get them out. Please.” She’s crying a little more now.
“Let me call Fran.”
“No way. You know Fran. There’s no way we can tell her.”
“Then I’m going to need Reid’s help.”
“I don’t care. Whatever you have to do,” she whimpers.
“I’m not sure I’m qualified.” Reid raises his hands in surrender and starts to back up, but not before Gabby grabs his arms.
“Please?” she begs him, giving him the puppy dog eyes that no one has ever been able to resist.
“Fine,” he sighs. “Elise. Get some safety pins and the tweezers.”
He leads Gabby into the kitchen. When I come back with the supplies, I see that he has closed the curtains and is locking the front door. Gabby is lying face down on the expansive island. Reid has located a flashlight and has kitchen towels strategically placed over Gabby to preserve as much dignity as possible.
“Here.” He hands Gabby a full glass of Scotch. She grimaces and coughs but finally gets it all down. Reid slides a pillow under her head to make her more comfortable.
“This never happened,” he states before we begin.
“What?” Gabby and I plead ignorance at the same time.
“Exactly.”
He works on one side while I work on the other.
“Yes?” I stop to answer my phone. “I sent Gabby into town for a few things. Reid and I are working on a problem for Theo. You all do dinner without us tonight. Have everyone here at nine tomorrow morning. We’ll get a late start. I’ll cook breakfast.” I hang up.
“Ryan,” I explain to Reid.
An hour and a half later, Reid and I stop to stretch and get something to drink. Reid had Gabby drink another glass of scotch, and she is blissfully out of pain, having fallen asleep about thirty minutes ago.
“I’m sorry,” I offer, for what it’s worth. “I promise Gabby won’t tell anyone.”
“I believe her,” he says. “I just don’t want her to think…”
“She doesn’t and she would never,” I cut him off. Pointing to her ass, I add, “clearly she understands a work-trip hook-up.”
He chuckles and we get started again. “I can’t imagine.”
“Me neither,” I giggle. “This is why you don’t have sex in the woods or on the beach.”
“Everywhere else is an option?” He raises a brow. “This from the girl who will take five drinks so she doesn’t have to answer a question.”
“Since you are being so sweet and pulling pieces of tree bark out of my friend’s ass, I’ll let you in on a secret.”
“Do tell. Yes! 73,” he adds, pulling out a splinter he has been working on for a while. He puts it in the pile. I insisted we count and make a pile to show Gabby when she’s awake. “Spill,” he says before moving on to a new one.
“I don’t answer those questions because I believe sex should be between me and the person I’m having it with. If Gabby hadn’t come in, she would have never known. I don’t fuck and tell.”
“That’s refreshing. Most girls I fuck do nothing but tell. It’s all about status for them.”
“Everyone talks about what they won’t do. I don’t understand putting parameters on something until you’ve tried it. And what you didn’t like with one person you might love with another.” I add another splinter to the pile. “74.”
“So, you aren’t dating anyone?” he asks.
“No. If I were, we wouldn’t have done what we did today. I’m monogamous in my relationships. You?”
“I’m never with the same person long enough for that to be an issue, and the ones I have been with understand what’s in it for both of us.”
“That being?” I rub Gabby’s back for a minute when she squirms. She quickly dozes back off.
“No hassles. Sex for me. Money and status for them.”
“That works for you?” I stop what I’m doing and watch him.
His eyes meet mine. “It does.”
I hold his gaze for a moment then go back to tweezing.
“What about this Robert guy?”
“What about him?” I ask.
“I get the sense that you aren’t finished.”
“Oh, we’re finished,” I state adamantly.
“Your friends seem to think…”
“Only know what I tell them.” I give him a look that lets him know that this topic of conversation is over. We work in silence for a while until I think we have them all. Reid runs the flashlight against Gabby’s skin, and we both inspect our work to make sure we didn’t miss any.
“Looks like we got them all,” Reid proclaims. “89 total.”
“I think we should rub baby oil on her to help with the soreness.” I start to remove the towels covering her.
“I’ll let you do that part. Let her keep some dignity intact.” He smiles, and he’s never looked more handsome to me than he does right now.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For helping my friend.”
“You have definitely opened me up to new experiences.”
“I do what I can.” I smile and grab some cotton.
Running my fingers through her hair, I place a soft kiss to Gabby’s temple. “We’re done, baby. Bedtime. You sleep with me tonight.” She stirs and makes a move to sit up wincing a little. Reid lifts her off the island so she doesn’t have to slide off on her rear.