Becoming His (Blackout Series)

by K. I. Lynn

  “Wet it.” His tone was deep and commanding, and I wanted to give him everything he asked for.

  I craned my neck up and flicked the tip before closing my lips around the head. A deep moan left him, and I reached out to grab his thighs to bring him closer as I slowly worked my way down his shaft, then back up.

  I loved a vocal man, and Reid made certain I knew how good it felt simply by the sounds he made.

  He stepped back, his chest heaving, and pulled something from his pocket as he shed his jeans. I’d been on birth control for years, but Jeremy still wore a condom every time.

  All I wanted was to feel Reid. Every inch of him.

  “I’m clean,” I said as my hand slipped between my thighs to rub against my clit. “Tested two months ago, and I haven’t had sex in over eight.”

  He froze and stared at me, his gaze trapped to where my hand was. “Same.”

  “Same?” I needed clarification before I asked him.

  “Tested six months ago, haven’t in ten.”

  “How did I say I wanted it?” I asked, pushing him in the direction I was desperate for.

  “Fuck,” he cursed, his jaw locked tight. I could tell he was restraining himself, warring with his desire.

  A gasp left me, my fingers pinching my clit. “Take me. Bare.”

  Even in the dim light his expression said so much, and the condom was forgotten on the floor. In a second he was between my legs again, positioned, and stretching me in one thrust.

  I drew in a breath as he slammed forward. Each inch made my back arch more and more, and my eyes to roll back. A couple rotations of his hips and he was completely buried.

  Every nerve lit up again, heat and pleasure spiking through my blood. With one hand fisted in my hair and the other pinning my hip to the table, he set up a brutal pace. Each time he bottomed out, I let out a loud keening sound. With all the foreplay, it didn’t take long for his strokes to falter.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled out, grunting as he fisted his cock, firing off. Rope after rope of warm cum landed on my stomach, some reaching my breasts.

  Once done, he fell back to the floor on his haunches, his arms draped over my legs. He took a minute to catch his breath, his eyes never leaving mine.

  With the scrap of my former top, he wiped away the rapidly cooling cum from my skin. “Fuck.”

  “What?” I asked as I propped myself up on my elbows.

  “You’re the girl who came from my dreams, but you also crawled out of every fantasy I’ve ever had.”

  Reaching up, I caressed his cheek and drew him down, our lips meeting in a searing kiss. “Yeah, I’m going to have to go with ditto there.”

  He beamed down at me before grabbing our only light and sweeping his arms under my body, picking me up from the table and carrying me bridal style.

  “Where are we going?” I asked as I took the opportunity to kiss and nip at his neck.

  “Do you feel thoroughly taken?”

  A contented sigh left me. I was already limp in his arms. “Yes.”

  “Good. Now I’m going to fuck you slow, hard, and deep. Make this pussy never want another cock but mine.”

  I didn’t have the strength to tell him he’d already accomplished his goal. Besides, I was looking forward to him working me hard again.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Beeping. Little blips rang in my ears, stirring me from my fantastic dream. When my pillow moved, my brain kicked in and I remembered where I was and who I was with.

  I slipped from his chest as he reached over to the nightstand.

  “Your phone is going ballistic.”

  “Yeah…” he trailed off as he rolled back over. “Guess the power is finally back on.” He scanned the messages that were still beeping in. “Everyone is checking in. News spread, it seems. Nothing major. Though they’ve already pushed off today’s schedule until they can account for everyone.”

  “Does that mean we get to stay in bed?” I asked with a kiss against his shoulder, and then a nip because the man was simply delicious.

  His lips curled into a smirk. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Just then my phone went off and I reached across him, pulling the cord to the power bank out. Sarah’s name was on the screen, and I quickly answered as I sat up.

  “Sarah? Oh my God! Are you okay? Is Rob with you?”

  “We’re okay. The power went out when they started unloading the plane. Long night at the airport and it was mass chaos, but we’re okay.” By all the chatter in the background, I could only imagine what it was like. “We’re working on getting back to the hotel.”

  “Thank God. I’ve been so worried.”

  “Where were you?” she asked, moving a little away from all the noise.

  My gaze shifted to his, and I felt my face heat up. “Reid and I were in the elevator when it went out.”

  “Oh shit. Are you okay?” she asked.

  “I’m fine. Reid made sure of it.” Reid’s head popped up from his phone and he turned onto his side, that sexy smirk growing on his gorgeous face as his hand crawled up my blanket-covered leg. “I’ll tell you all about it later, but it turned out to be a real-life action movie experience and now we’re safe in his room.”

  “I can’t wait to hear all the juicy details.” The emphasis on juicy meant her best-friend-spidey-senses were working. “Not sure when we’ll be back, but we’re both in desperate need of a shower and bed, so we might not be sociable until dinner.”

  It was hard to hold in the moan that wanted to crawl out from Reid’s hand gripping my thigh. “That’s okay. I think I can find some way to keep myself busy.”

  “I bet. We’ll see you soon.”

  “Be safe.”

  I hung up the phone and barely had it set down before Reid attacked. His hands took hold of my hips and tugged, pinning me beneath him, drawing me to him.

  “Hi.” I giggled, looking up at him.

  He dipped down and nipped my bottom lip. “Hi. Guess my question of what are you doing for breakfast is answered.”

  “Oh, yeah? Are you the answer?”

  “Well, I was going to suggest room service if they’re going, but now that you mention it…” His hand trailed down my side, then lower, dipping beneath me to take hold of my ass. “You are quite tasty.”

  Just then my stomach gave a grumble, and we both broke out into laughter. “Guess we should see if breakfast is a possibility. And if room service isn’t available, there has got to be something in that kitchen, right?”

  He gave a shrug. “I’m not sure.”

  I wondered if this man could ever look any other way than sexy as fuck. Naked chest, disheveled hair, and that little smirk that always seemed to be present.

  Pushing him back, I sat up, straddled his hips, and grabbed my phone again. “Give me a sec.”

  “What are you doing?” he asked as I held my phone in front of me, aiming the camera at him.

  “Evidence this wasn’t all a dream.” I snapped half a dozen quick shots before he tugged me back down into the crook of his arm. He took the phone from me and rotated the camera, holding it high.

  “Say cheese.”

  “Oh, God. I look terrible!” Turning my face into his chest, I attempted to hide how horrible I looked.

  “You look beautiful,” he said, placing a kiss to my forehead and taking another picture.

  When he was done, he sent a few to himself before grabbing his phone and getting a few more shots of us, then rolled me onto my back once more and straddled my waist.

  “Wait!” I cried out as I shielded my breasts. He grabbed one and squeezed it for a few more camera snaps. “Is that considered helping?”

  “It’s keeping my dick hard as fuck.”

  It sure was. I glanced down and watched the tip bounce and tap my stomach. My thighs clenched at the sight, loving my first look of it in the light. Was there any part of him that wasn’t perfect?

  “Well I know you don’t have any issues with that.�
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  He grinned down at me and removed his hand, only to slip it between my thighs. A gasp left me as his fingers rubbed at my clit. With him straddling me I couldn’t roll away, could only arch my back and buck my hips against him.

  “Reid,” I whimpered as I bit down on the top of my finger.

  “Mmm, I like having you at my mercy like this.”

  He slipped a digit inside, and I threw my head back and moaned. I was sore from the night before, but that didn’t seem to matter when he touched me. My whole body lit up again, pleasure zipping through my veins. I grabbed hold of his thighs for some sort of leverage against him, but that only caused him to speed up his fingering and add another as he drove deeper.

  I really was completely at his mercy.

  His hand left me, but I didn’t have any time to recover before his weight moved from on top of me to beside me. I was swept up with one arm while the other returned. A growl left him before his mouth latched onto my breast, tongue flicking my sensitive nipple and sending shocks down to my clit.

  My mind had gone fuzzy, completely focused on what he was doing, building to my impending orgasm. He gripped me tighter as my muscles coiled, back arching, and he never slowed down.

  Everything froze, then snapped, and a scream left me as I began shuddering in his arms. His mouth moved up my chest, kissing and nipping until he reached my mouth.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said as he slowed, then positioned himself between my thighs, one of my legs pinned to the mattress. I was still coming down when he pressed forward, stretching me open.

  My pussy clenched and pulsed around him. Low groans rumbled deep in his chest, hips flexing in long, deep strokes.

  “So good,” he groaned before he sped up.

  Even with my mind a fog, I agreed with him. He felt so good.

  His lips were close to my ear, letting me hear every moan, every little bit of pleasure. “I want to come in you.”

  Fire zipped from where we were joined to the top of my head. “Yes.” I wanted him to as well. I needed to feel it.

  A few more hard thrusts and his hips slammed into mine, a roar leaving him as his cock exploded inside me. I clenched around him, my nails digging into his back, legs fastened around his waist, holding him close as I got lost with him.

  With the last jerk he collapsed down, holding his weight up by his forearms so not to crush me, but still buried deep inside me.

  “Wow,” I said, my arms going lax and sliding down beside me.

  “Wow is right.” He was breathing hard, trying to catch his breath. “You need to stop turning me on before you drain me dry.”

  I arched a brow at him, silently loving that I seemed to have so much sway over him. “You’re the one incapable of keeping your hands to yourself.”

  He smirked down at me. “You’re the one that keeps flashing me your boobs. I’m a breast man. You can’t do that if you can’t handle the consequences.” We broke out into laughter, his forehead falling to mine. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up.” He pulled me close and picked me up before walking us to the bathroom. Something about a man being able to carry me anywhere was such a turn-on.

  There was a low rumble in his chest as he stood in the middle of the room. “Now that’s a great view.”

  I craned my head around to see our reflection and the way his fingers dug into my cheeks, spreading them, presenting a view of his cock stretching me. Slowly he pulled me up until he slipped from inside me. He continued to stare transfixed at the mirror, watching the pearly white droplets fall from my pussy to the tile beneath.

  After reluctantly putting me down on the ground and steadying me, Reid spun to turn the water on and my eyes popped wide.

  Long red and pink marks marred his skin. They covered his shoulders, the back of his biceps, and even his ass.

  “Holy shit.”

  “What?” At my wide-eyed stare, he moved back to the mirror and stretched to get a look. “Holy shit is right. Damn, baby. Guess I did a good job. At least that explains the stinging.”

  I shook my head. “I didn’t do that. Nope.”

  “Nobody else was here, and I sure as hell didn’t have them when I picked you up last night.” He had that playful smile on his lips as he took my hand and held it up against one of the marks. The spacing was same.

  “I-I’ve never done anything like that before,” I said, still in shock that I was the one responsible.

  “Deena in makeup is going to have a field day with this.”

  “Oh my God!” I slapped his arm. “Don’t say that.” Heat flooded my face as mortification set in, and I hid my face with my hands. I hadn’t even thought about the fact that it wasn’t just the two of us that would see the marks.

  “Hey, hey.” He pulled my hands away and moved them to wrap around his waist. “Don’t worry about it, I want the world to see your mark on me,” he said, pressing his lips to mine. “Now I just have to figure out how to mark you.”

  “Seeing as I’ve been covered in your cum, I think you’ve accomplished that.”

  “I did come in you,” he reminded me, a smirk playing on his lips.

  My eyes widened. “We’re you trying to knock me up?”

  He shook his head. “No, I promise. It’s just the thought of fucking a baby into you is sexy as fuck.”

  I’d never thought about it before, but the way he said it made me want it, too. “I’m on birth control anyway.”

  “Hmm, are hickies still a thing?” he asked, still trying to find a way to mark me.

  “Maybe for high school kids. Though, you did mention something about biting…” I trailed off and shyly smiled at him.

  He licked his lips as he smirked at me. “I did.” He lifted me off my feet and walked me into the shower. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

  After a shower, and Reid’s attempts to mark me, we found that room service wasn’t up and running yet, so we decided to see what the kitchen held.

  “I’m borrowing a shirt,” I said as I picked a T-shirt up from his suitcase. There was a bit of a chill in the air, and he’d destroyed my top the night before. I also grabbed a pair of sweatpants for now, rolling the waist multiple times to keep them from falling down.

  “I hope that means I’ll have the opportunity to get it back.”

  “You could get it back on Saturday,” I said, wishing I hadn’t as soon as the words were out. There was no way he would want to or even be able to go to Sarah’s wedding.

  “What’s Saturday?”

  “Would you...I mean…” I blew out a breath and fidgeted with the hem of the shirt. “Would you want to come to Sarah’s wedding as my date?”

  He tapped his fingers against my hip. “That depends.”

  “On?”

  “If I can have you for every minute after that.”

  My heart skipped and I relaxed, leaning into him. “Until I leave.”

  “I was thinking a bit longer than that.”

  “Longer?” I questioned in confusion, looking up at him.

  “I’d love for you to stay longer,” he admitted. “I don’t know what this is, what’s going on, but I can’t just watch you walk away. Not yet.”

  I shook my head. “This is crazy.”

  “I know.”

  “We just met.”

  “So, here’s my number.”

  “Call me maybe?”

  His fingers trailed across my cheek. “No, no maybe. Definitely. I don’t know what it is, but I have this weird feeling. A good weird, and I want to see where it goes.”

  After breakfast, we were fueled, giving Reid the energy to strip me down and go again. The man was a machine, and I happily reaped all the benefits.

  It was mid-afternoon when his phone went off and he let out a groan—they were going to be ready for makeup in an hour.

  It worked out well, timing wise, or else I might not have been able to pry myself from him to meet Sarah and Rob for dinner.

  “I hate to leave,” I sa
id, slipping my jeans on.

  “Then don’t.” He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling his socks on.

  “I’ve had a great time, handsome. Even with all the near-death experiences.” I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, taking a bit of his scent and taste with me. “But you’ve been called in, and I need to get ready for dinner.”

  “It was fun, despite the craziness,” he said with a wink.

  “I wouldn’t have wanted to have it with anyone else,” I admitted, and it was the truth. Saying it out loud stung a bit because the connection was real. We clicked. We felt right together.

  He leaned forward for another kiss. “Same. I’m serious, I want to see you again.”

  “Really?”

  “Are you going to make me go all stalker on you again?” His smirk made me want to nip his bottom lip, then soothe it with my tongue, but that would start something we didn’t have time to finish.

  “That was kinda fun.”

  “Fun?” He quirked a brow.

  Shrugging, I smiled. “I like you chasing me.”

  “Then I’ll chase you until I can catch you.”

  Could he be real, or just telling me what I wanted to hear? Hope fluttered in my chest and made me want the impossible.

  More him.

  More us.

  “But what happens when the week is over?”

  “We keep it going, just from a distance.” Reid made it all sound so simple. He had his life, and I had mine. Our worlds didn’t mix, and we weren’t a Hollywood romance—the world he lived in and dominated.

  “Our lives are so different.” My tone was flat, the realist in me surfacing.

  “Just because it’s hard doesn’t mean it’s not worth trying.”

  “You’re very pushy about this.”

  He stood and slipped his finger in my belt loop, pulling me until my hands rested on his chest. “There’s a reason why.”

  “And what’s that?” I needed to understand why. A reason to keep the tiny bit of hope alive in my chest.

  “I’ve never met anyone who affects me like you do, and I want to know more. I’m not ready to just toss this aside as a good time.”

  “Isn’t that what you do?” I slapped my hand over my mouth, but the words were out before I could stop them.