by V. Theia
He has feelings for her.
Or he wants everything.
Reaper fell firmly into the latter category as he held Paige’s hand and unlocked the door to his condo and let her enter first. He didn’t even flip on a light switch before his hips guided her into the wall and he lowered his head, catching the sweet scent of the two desserts she’d eaten on her breath.
God, this girl drove him crazy with emotions.
Emotions he couldn’t voice yet, if ever. Not how he wanted to. He kept so much locked inside it was almost like he had to mentally rehearse the things he said before he said them.
He grabbed her hand and fastened it behind her back. His chest knocked up against hers, and he saw so much in her eyes that could break him in two.
She was so damn beautiful.
A lock had broken on Reaper and there was just this overflow of want and love pouring out, threatening to drown him.
“Something you want, Reaper?” Her voice punched through him. There was never an instant where it didn’t. Slightly husky, all sweet.
“I don’t want to take you to your apartment tonight.” The words dragged out of him almost against his will. It was the raw truth. The absolute rawest. It wasn’t home. Her home was with him. Here. Wherever they were together, that was home.
She smiled up at him. His gut clenched and released a storm of heat that gathered to make his cock hard as a slab of concrete. “Then we won’t go. Can I take your jacket off before you pin me to walls, you think?”
Fuck. He was like an animal with no control. He grumbled and stepped back, let her hand go and helped her out of the jacket he tossed on a hook.
“What can I get you to drink?”
“Nothing, thank you. I’m good with getting back to what you were doing.” She smoothed down her skirt and gave him that smile again, and the minxy thing even put herself on the wall this time.
Reaper nearly fucking bulldozed her into the damn wall in his haste to press his body up against hers. Every nerve ending and muscle relaxed the instant they connected, and he rested their foreheads together.
Paige lifted both hands and stroked them up and down his chest.
Killing him.
“I want—” He started.
Paige interrupted. “Okay.” Her readiness killed him. The groan to come out of him was unrehearsed, moving his nose to her neck for a deep inhale before giving her his eyes again. Both of his hands up above her head on the wall to keep from touching her just yet until he had some semblance of control back again and the only part of him touching her was his hips, he leaned in a little further and caught her throat hum.
“I wanna devour you, Paige.” She sucked in a breath. He wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. Reaper was only getting started with the things he craved from her. “I wanna slurp every last piece of you up until you’re nothing but shudders and gasps. I wanna open you up and dive right in with my tongue.”
The delicate hands traveling up and down his chest suddenly stopped on his shoulders and he felt her nails digging in. Fucking hell, it felt so good that his head felt heavier and he let it drop while he tried to catch his breath.
He should step back, give her room, take her home, stop giving her mixed signals.
But Reaper couldn’t do nothing but stand there inhaling her arousal.
“If I inch this little dress up around your waist are you gonna let me use my tongue, Paige?”
“God,” she inhaled a laugh and his head came up. It was too dark in the hallway to see if she was flushed or not, so he used his lips, skimming them first over one cheek then the other. Boiling hot. “Yes. You can do anything.” She told him.
He felt like fragments inside of his skull were leaking out of his ears, but it didn’t slow Reaper down for a fucking second when his hands grabbed the hem of her gorgeous dress and peeled it up.
Then he dropped down to his knees and buried his nose in the juncture of her thighs.
“Oh, god.” She gasped.
Oh, fucking god, Reaper thought. Desire pulsed like a runaway train through his blood.
With hands clasped to her hips, he held her there, suspended to the ministrations of his mouth moving over the tiny thong. The front of her panties were damp with arousal and he couldn’t help but give them a lick right over where that bundle of joy was nestled waiting for him.
Something crazy happened in his head, he unlatched doors and levers and control swept the fuck away as he nudged the cloth aside with his nose and started licking the line of her slit like a dying man.
He held her by the ass and the other hand kept her legs apart by running up and down the back of her silky calf right up to the part of her thigh where it met the meaty, luscious part of her ass.
There was no amount of fucking pleasure Reaper didn’t lap up one lick at a time and when tasting her outer skin wasn’t enough he grunted and wrenched the underwear down her legs where she dutifully moaned and stepped out of them for him.
He dove back in.
Using his thumbs to pry her pussy open, he went to fucking town covering her fully with his mouth, making out with short, sharp, hot flicks, lapping up every goddamn drop of her sweet arousal.
“Oh, Reaper. Yes. God. That feels good.”
Paige gasped and moaned so sexily he about lost his mind eating her like the starving man he was—he couldn’t get his tongue deep enough into her perfect pussy. And when she came it was a hot shudder as he tongued her deep and felt her hips drive into his face while her hands pulled hell out of his hair.
Christ. She came like a queen.
She threw her head back, pale candy waterfalls of hair everywhere in a sinfully tempting display, her belly trembled, and her hands held him to her body with her fingers locked tightly in his hair and he fucking loved it, forcing Reaper to go on eating the orgasm out of her.
From below, his vision was an assortment of regal sex—the long, subtle arch of her throat and the pebbled points of her nipples. He could feel the provocative contractions of her climax against his mouth and he nearly lost his sight with how good his own body felt, though it was still hard, still unreleased. He felt so good listening to the kitten mewls coming out of Paige, and he stabbed into her pussy with his tongue over and over, ignoring every ache in his jaw and neck, because her satisfaction was the only thing that mattered in the world.
She was the only thing that mattered to him.
Now. Then. Always.
Her pleasure.
Her sex quaking from the inside.
The gush of her wetness.
It only mattered that she was shaking and crying his name with tight gasping breaths.
She was his queen and made him feel like a king.
“I want to eat you alive.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Give me the right to earn my way into owning this wet little pussy.”
He rose to his feet, licking wetness from his lips, catching her heavy inhales, her eyes closed, a smile on her lips.
There was no waiting or gauging what was next. He took this next kiss just as hungry, diving in deep when her gasp meant her mouth opened wide. He let her taste herself, how fucking sweet she was.
Dirty slashes of his tongue, licking over her teeth, the roof of her mouth. He was an addict getting a fix and only when his lungs protested did he step back, pick her up and carry her through to the living room, flipped on the lights, and it was where he deposited them both on the couch, Paige straddled directly over his raging cock. Her hips circled like she was seeking something and like a starving man he laid his head back and let her until she stilled and rested her chin on his chest.
It was the most at peace he’d felt.
“You keep making me feel good and I haven’t done anything for you yet, Reaper.”
It was the only goddamn way he could keep his head with any form of sanity.
“I like making you feel good.” like it was his air. “Paige?”
“Hm?” She hummed; the vibration rattled his chest
.
“I want—”
“Okay,” she said again, this time laughing as she looked up, her eyes dripping in humor. He reached out, stroked a thumb down her pink cheek.
She watched him, her smile drifted away leaving behind a look of anticipation and want right there for him to see.
His voice strangled because all he sought to do was lay her out flat and punch his cock into the deepest part of her and live there.
“I want you to decline the TV interview.” He forced out and watched her desire bleach out, replaced with surprise.
A shiver raced up his spine.
Not because he thought he was about to get some.
Because he knew that look.
She was going to fucking refuse.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“When reality is so much more than the late-night fantasy.” - Paige
“What on earth for? It’s TV, Reaper! Besides, my boss practically told me she needs me to do it. Lucie is sweet and all, but she’d drop so many F-bombs and our cook only grunts words of two syllables and that’s on a good day.”
So damn sweet and naïve, he brushed the long curtains of her hanging hair away from her face, his mind on speed dial.
He didn’t like it, not one bit, but he wasn’t the type of guy to force her into something, even if the consequences were about to burn an acid hole through his stomach.
Instead, he changed gears.
“What do you need, Paige? Have you been waiting for my hands crawling all over you? My mouth tasting your wet flesh?” She hummed, nodding, a blush on her cheeks, eyes highlighted in arousal. He pressed his mouth to hers, opened and gave her a little lick, she opened instantly. “Does my mouth taste like you?”
“Oh, dear god, Reaper.”
Touching his lips to hers again, deeper this time, he got off on the way she tilted into him for more, her little tongue tip lashing out at his. Her eyes were so expressive. A window to the soul, or so that saying went. He so fucking wished he could reach her soul.
His hands moved slowly down her back, enjoying her soft purr and he cupped both firm globes of her ass and once he had a nice handful, he spread her cheeks apart just a little, enough to have her eyes going wider and she raised her hips but then fell back down on his lap.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.”
Another ass squeeze, he let a finger slip between the cheeks, momentarily feathering over her puckered skin, making her moan and clench up. Fuck, she really did like her ass played with, it would be something he’d revisit another time. First he moved lower and gathered warm juices, from her entrance along the puffy lips to her clit and back again. The angle was a good one and a favorite of his. “I like touching you here, baby.” He confessed when her head dropped to his shoulder and she began to make tiny panting whimpers the more he plied pressure to her clit and rimmed her hole. “I love watching you shake and bite your lip when you’re about to come.” He could already feel her pulsing with the pending orgasm and his cock jerked, wanting the stranglehold latched around him.
“I like you touching me too. So much. Are we going to…”
“Going to what, baby? Say it.” in and out, he used only one finger pushed inside her and he crooked it against the wall of her pussy until he found cushiony gold. She bucked and moaned. “Are we going to fuck yet?”
“I am fucking you.” He showed her how by drilling her in fast succession.
Paige went wild and came all down his hand in a shuddering cry.
She was so fucking incredible.
Not even giving her a moment he removed his hand and brought it around the front, using his thumb this time, nicely wet, to nestle inside her folds and find the place that made Paige moan and try to jerk away from his hand.
At some point in her orgasm she’d latched onto his neck, he felt her nails there and loved it.
“Does this hurt, baby?” One long stroke on her clit.
She whined. “Yes.”
Poor sensitive girl.
One more and she angled her hips deeper into his hand, seeking more. He could sit here all night with her over his lap just making her come over and over again.
“Don’t do the interview, Paige.” He rasped against her cheek, licking the flushed cheek, he tasted salt and sweetness.
“Why? Oh, my god. Reaper.” Hands clutched into his hair, he’d only needed to ply her with a little pressure for her to spill over into another orgasm, this one she rode out by popping her hips.
“I could get you so cock-drunk you’ll agree to anything.” He caressed the shiver that erupted through her.
Before she could speak, he flipped her onto her back and crawled between her legs, mouth already watering, and she gave him that smile. His Paige smile that tied him into tortured knots.
“Open up, baby. Let me earn my right.”
Paige sighed, and from his hunched position, he watched her gorgeous legs part for him. He went at her slowly with his tongue, from top to bottom before sucking the little bud. Her enjoyment was his pleasure. He got off on seeing and feeling how quickly she softened and let go.
His Paige.
His fixation.
His love.
He was going to do what he hadn’t allowed himself to do and that was love her with every part of himself.
His voice raw, he kissed her inner thigh. “Open your eyes, Paige.” They pinged open. “See me,” he rasped.
Pleading.
“I do. I do see you. Oh, Jesus god.”
* * *
Shivers spread over the whole of Paige’s body in a tidal wave of sensation bringing her awake in a rush of 1…2…3 seconds. Heart pounding, nerve endings tingly, she took a big gulp of air. Either she was having the best dream ever or Reaper couldn’t wait for her to wake up.
Seconds later when her eyes fluttered open she saw it was the latter as her neck, on its own accord, arched back, body undulating with need beneath the warm covers.
He was making out with her pussy.
Deep, seducing kisses that pulled heat directly from deep in her core.
Oh, sweet Moses. Paige looked down and then flung her head back on the soft pillow and mewled a cry she couldn’t hold in.
He knew what he was doing alright.
He hummed, licking her slowly, methodically precise from top to bottom and back again to nuzzle his tongue inside her lips. He found her clit and her back almost broke in half. It felt so good when he gave her light sucks and danced the tip of his finger to her dripping opening.
She looked down again because she needed to see that big man balanced between her opened legs and his golden head moving and the front of his black boxer briefs bulging with his own arousal. So freaking big. Jeez.
And what she saw took her breath harder than the tongue licking her gently.
To recognize how much he loved having his head between her legs was more than an experience, she became fascinated with his focus. Like her pussy was the only thing to exist to him.
Release wasn’t far away.
“Reaper. Reaper.” The moment she started chanting his name he became ravenous. Sucking and nibbling, sucking harder than ever and she flew apart. Just blistered into a million tingling shards.
His lips. His tongue. His mouth. His magic fingers.
She was on pleasure overload to the point she could feel the throb in her eyelashes.
God, he’s so good. So. Freaking. Good.
One long animal prowl and he was balanced over her body. His eyes hooded with lust and he let her watch how slowly he slashed his tongue out to lick her from his lips.
She flamed hot as a lightbulb with embarrassment to see how glossy his mouth was. He licked long after his mouth was clean.
“Good morning,” he rasped dropping a kiss to the rosy red apple part of her cheek.
“I think it was more of a good morning for me.” She smiled shyly. “A great morning.”
Paige recalled falling asleep on top of Reaper’s lap last night. He’d tea
sed her, kissed her, teased her some more but made no move to actually have sex with her. It was after midnight she tried to slip off his lap, but he’d swept her up into his arms, told her to hang on and carried her through the condo to his bedroom where he’d tucked her in, slid in beside her and that’s how the night ended.
Talk about giving a girl mixed signals.
Even when his two steel arms caged her in either side of her head and his cock bulged, pressing hard into her stomach she still wasn’t one hundred percent sure he even wanted to have sex with her. Maybe he was one of those guys who got off on only giving pleasure. She thought they were an urban myth, but apparently not. The evidence was laid on top of her.
Beneath the light sheet, his hand curled around her hip, mapping its curve, squeezing tenderly. What with Reaper still pressed deep into the nest of her legs she felt wide open… a touch vulnerable, but nothing felt as good as when she slid her own hands around his waist and the great bear shudder he gave off.
“My touch feels good to you?” She asked, scraping his sides with her blunt nails.
“More than anything else in the world.”
Realness and authenticity coated his words like melted chocolate.
Kissing her on the tip of her nose, Reaper collapsed at the side of Paige.
As for waking up in a man’s bed for the first time that she could recall … it wasn’t as awkward as she once thought it might be.
It was Reaper after all, she knew him, she liked him.
His scent infiltrated into her nostrils, and instantly, like a kid sniffing out trick or treat candy, Paige wanted more. She craved more of that intoxicating smell in her nose. If she’d had a little less control she would have already face planted in his chest.
Discreetly, she inched her face nearer to his shoulder just to prolong her ecstasy and right as Paige was inhaling, with her eyelids flickering closed, Reaper turned his head and caught her in the act of breathing in the spicy-musk air he was cocooned in.
She instantly turned beet-red and tried to move away, only to be anchored in by his arm around her waist.
“Something you want, baby?”