“I want to fuck you so hard against this wall,” he mumbles along my neck.
Nope, lies to people around us are completely fine, especially when I have this man mauling me against my wall, naked in all his glory, his length prodding against my leg, and his lips cascading down my body. I don’t see anything wrong with this situation.
“Then do it.”
A couple things I learned last night: Reese likes to talk dirty, which is a major turn on. He is also very demanding in the bedroom. He allows me some control, but when he’s about to snap, he takes over, driving himself so deep inside me I feel like I can’t get any fuller. He also likes to cuddle, like fully envelop me in his muscular arms kind of cuddle. I was barely able to extract myself from his steel-like arms this morning before Jonathan came barging through my door like he always does. And apparently, to my delight this morning, I found out he is insanely jealous.
I know, how animalistic and alpha of him. For some it can be a turn off and I get it. Some alpha men can be absolute control freaks that have the ability to turn into giant turd nuggets. But for some reason, I love the way Reese is possessive of me. It makes me feel wanted, cherished, a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time, thanks to my mommy and daddy problems. Got to love parents and their ability to give their children inferiority complexes.
In the midst of Reese taking my tank top off, exposing my breasts, he asks, “Are you really going to have dinner with Jonathan?”
His fingers find my piercing, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my core. I can feel my arousal spike, and all I want to do is feel him inside me once again. Not have a conversation about Jonathan.
“Yeah, why?” I respond, puffing my chest out farther for him to touch.
I’m going to be honest. I’ve never been the type of girl to willingly thrust my breasts at a man, but Reese has magic fingers; it’s like he was born to play with my nipples, not swim laps in a pool.
“What if I don’t want you to?” He captures one of my nipples in his mouth, distracting me from his question.
Even though his mouth is working wonders, I’m able to register what he says, and shock alert, I don’t like it.
“Well then, too bad. You can’t tell me what to do, Reese.”
Lightly biting down on my nipple, he looks up at me, an evil glint in his eyes. “Is that right?”
“Yes,” I breathe heavily, not sure if I’m answering his question or if I’m encouraging him to keep doing what he’s doing. Either way, my answer works. “You might have amazing man muscles and a glorious cock, but you still can’t tell me what to do.”
“What if I asked you politely to have dinner with me instead?”
My heart hammers in my chest as I cup the back of his head. His eyes . . . the lust I see is intoxicating.
Stroking his hair, I say, “I would love to have dinner with you, Reese, but Jonathan wants to talk to me tonight about last night’s happenings. If I blow him off, he’s going to know something is up. Plus, you need to learn some control,” I add. “You’re kind of horny.”
“Kind of horny?” he asks, a grin spreading over his face. “Babe, I’m so fucking horny where you’re concerned there is no stopping it.”
“No one likes a horndog,” I say putting some lightness in our conversation.
“Is that right?” I can see him getting ready to test me. “So a horndog wouldn’t fall to the ground and give someone a blow job . . . let’s say . . . on their welcome mat?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, letting me know he’s teasing.
“Oh my God.” Embarrassment lights up inside me as I playfully slap his chest. “You know that knee to the junk you were so nervous about? Well, it’s coming your way in about two seconds. Heed my warning.”
Blocking his crotch, he laughs and steps away, only putting a few inches between us. His eyes are pleading but playful as he speaks. “Haven’t you hurt me enough? Haven’t you emasculated me enough? Leave me with an ounce of pride.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love it.” He steps toward me again, nuzzling his lips into my neck, melting what little tension I felt. “So, dinner with me tonight?” he presses again, causing us both to laugh.
I sigh. “You know I would love to, but I have plans. Now accept them.”
Standing tall from his bent-over position, he presses me closer into the wall, his cock heavy against my stomach. His hands reach down between us and push off my shorts, making me just as naked as him.
“Fine, but I don’t fucking like it.”
“Yes, you’ve made that quite clear by the way you’re practically growling and pissing around me to mark your territory.”
“Can you blame me?” He nips at my skin with his lips, and his voice is heavy when he asks, “When can I see you again?”
“Omaha?”
He nods reluctantly. “If I have to wait that long, then I guess tomorrow night it is. But once you get to the hotel, you’re mine.”
Concern washes over me. “Tomorrow night you should be preparing for Trials. You don’t need me distracting you.”
His palms run up my sides and cup my breasts roughly, squeezing me hard. I want to moan out his name for everyone to hear. Seriously, he might not have the highest accomplishment in the pool, but in the bedroom, he’s the master at foreplay, and a gold medalist in fucking me senseless.
“Paisley, I think you’re failing to realize something.”
With my hand holding his dick, I rub the tip against my slick entrance, enticing him to move quicker. “What’s that?”
He groans against my ear, pushing his cock against my pussy, rubbing me in all the right ways.
“It’s well known that elite athletes have an extremely high sexual drive. Not only is our metabolism working at a faster rate, but so is our libido.”
“What are you saying?” I ask, spreading my legs and standing on my tippy-toes to slip his dick inside me.
He hisses out a breath from my hot, wet heat enveloping his tip. Releasing my breasts, he scoops me up by the butt and inserts himself fully inside while propping me against the wall, leaving my feet dangling in the air. His chest flexes under the strain and his biceps pop out like boulders. Fuck, the man is strong.
With one thrust, he says, “I’m saying, I’m going to need to fuck you as often as I can. I will let tonight go, but after that, you’re in my bed, straddling my cock and squeezing me with your tight pussy. Got it?”
He thrusts again and all I can do is nod in agreement. Hell, I would agree to just about anything right about now, as long as he keeps hitting that hidden spot deep down inside me.
“Let me hear it, baby. Tell me you’re going to be in my bed in Omaha.”
He pauses, waiting for my answer, his forehead pressed against mine, our sweat mixing together from the pure euphoria building up inside us.
“I will be there,” I barely get out, needing him to start moving in and out of me again.
That’s all he needs to hear. His once-sweet position—of him staring into my eyes, begging me to answer him—is switched to animalistic power, pounding into me with a force so strong I’m afraid I might break through the wall right into Mrs. Kalideapea’s bathroom.
“Fucking hell. I can’t get enough of you.”
His admission is mutual. I want to claw myself all over him, mark him as my territory. If I didn’t have to pack for Omaha today and make sure Bellini is ready for her trek to where “the children of the corn live,” then I would spend the day worshipping Reese’s body.
My back rubs up and down the wall, my sweat-soaked skin making it easier to glide up and down. Reese’s thrusts are overpowering, and all I can do is raise my arms above my head, palms to the wall, chest pressed out, and revel in the feel of Reese’s thick cock devouring every last inch of my pussy.
“Yes,” I scream, unable to hold back anymore. Poor Mrs. Kalieapea. I just hope she’s not in her bathroom. “God, yes. Fuck me harder, Reese.”
/> He grunts, grabs hold of one of my nipples with his teeth and bites down, eliciting another scream from me. Every nerve in my body ignites as if on fire, sending my body into an erotic frenzy. The throbbing in my clit takes over, my mind goes blank, and I’m transported into a world full of pleasure.
My eyes close, shutting out the rest of the world surrounding us, leaving me with only the feel of Reese pushing my body to its limits. A deep burn coils within me, centering in the depths of my core, enflaming my body with desire for the man buried inside me.
His mouth releases my nipple as his head falls back. I open my eyes to see the veins in his neck pop, his control wavering. Every sinew in his body is working, making him a statuesque piece of muscular perfection.
Thrust after thrust, I’m thrown into an endless oblivion of all-consuming bliss. Right when I feel I can’t take anymore, he drops my position so I’m at eye level, positioning my hips at a different angle. That’s all it takes. Bursts of pleasure skyrocket through me, sending me spiraling out of control.
Through my erratic breathing, I scream, “I’m coming.”
Reese is right there with me, grunting out his pleasure, picking up his pace, burning me—branding me—leaving me spent and useless, unable to move any limb in my body.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes out, lowering me to the ground. His lips fine mine, and I have just enough strength to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back.
Cock still hard, he picks me up off the ground and takes me to my bed where he lays us both down, our lips never parting. He straddles my body and positions himself on top of me, letting some of his weight fall heavily on me. I welcome the warmth of his body.
His arms straddle my head as his hands run through my hair, and his lips continue to seek mine. His frantic kisses turn into light ones, occasionally slipping his tongue in my mouth, letting me know that even though he’s being sweet, he’s still very much naughty.
The position we are in is intimate, tender, almost loving. It makes me want things I’ve never had before. It makes my stomach flip in excitement. Knowing something is blossoming between us, at this very moment, is all I need to continue down this road paved with lies and deceit.
***
“You don’t get any kind of alcohol until you tell me what the hell last night was all about,” Jonathan says, setting a beer down in front of me but not letting me have a sip.
After a long day of thinking about Reese, his gorgeous eyes and throbbing cock, and helping Bellini pack—which was a total nightmare thanks to her inability to decide what to bring for the short trip—I’m keen to guzzle the beer down in one gulp.
Playing everything off as casual, I kick my feet up on the coffee table and shrug my shoulders. “What about last night? Did you get laid?”
“Of course I got laid. Should that even be a question? It’s a guarantee where I’m concerned.”
“Wow.” I look around the room. “When did the douche nozzle walk in the room?”
“Stop deflecting.” He laughs. “What would possess you to come into the living room last night and let my date know she was making you horny? In case you didn’t notice, that was high on the creepy scale.”
Yeah, I didn’t feel good saying it last night, but it was the first thing that came to mind.
I thought about the conversation all day, and I couldn’t come up with a good excuse to protect my secret with Reese. Anything I said, Jonathan was probably not going to believe so I decided not to tell him anything.
“Honestly, I don’t know. I think the sun got to me. I’m sorry if I made things awkward for you.”
He eyes me suspiciously. “It wasn’t awkward; she was quite excited after her conversation with you.”
“See, and here I thought I was doing you a disservice.” I reach for the beer, but he stops me.
“Funny thing though, when I came into your room this morning, I saw a man’s hooded jacket on your floor and a pair of shorts. Care to explain those?”
Shit, shit, SHIT!
I force myself to stay calm, to not freak out and have diarrhea of the mouth where I tell him everything just so he can yell at me for failing once again.
“Borrowed them from you.” I nod my head, loving my reasoning. Quick thinker, that’s what I am.
“I don’t own a red hoodie,” Jonathan states, cutting my victory dance in half.
“Um, that’s because I’ve had it for so long you’ve forgotten about it. You can have it back if you want.”
“Sure, go get it for me.”
SHIT!!
Of course, Reese wore it home this morning. Couldn’t he have walked out of this apartment complex naked?
I snap my finger in disappointment. “Oh darn, I um, put it in my hamper today. It’s probably musty. I will give it a good cleaning and then return it.” I reach for the beer again, but he scoops it up and holds it in his hand, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Get me the sweatshirt, Paisley.”
“But it’s musty,” I try to justify.
“What’s a little must between friends?”
“Um, I think I put it on top of my dirty underwear. You’re not going to want that sweatshirt. I do weird things in my underwear.”
Nope. Not what I wanted to say, definitely not what I wanted to say at all.
Disgust is written all across the expression in his face, and I don’t blame him. “Why would you say something like that?”
“Just being friends.” I smile.
He shakes his head, probably trying to rid the thoughts of my dirty underwear from his mind. Hell, I’m trying to do the same thing. “Just get me the damn sweatshirt, Paisley.”
He’s a persistent little bitch tonight.
Knowing my ladybug sweatshirt won’t be able to be masked as the red one he saw, I give in. “It’s not here.”
“And why not?”
Do I tell him? He’s been my best friend for years. Would he be able to handle the truth? I think back to our night together after my first day with Reese and Bellini. He was incredibly adamant about me not getting mixed up with Reese. Kind of crazy persistent about it. Would he understand?
Deep down I want to believe he would, but I know that’s not the case.
“Fine, there was a guy here last night, BUT before you go and start asking questions, it’s new and I don’t want you scaring him away just yet, okay? Guys tend to freak out when they hear my roommate is a handsome heterosexual man with a giant penis.”
“Giant?” He quirks an eyebrow at me, a smile on his face.
“Don’t push your luck.”
“Was he in your room this morning?”
“Maybe,” I say, picking a piece of lint off my shirt. “But I made him hide because I didn’t want him seeing you. It was bad enough that he heard you call me sweetheart.”
“Well, that’s never going to change so whoever this loser is, he can deal with it.”
“He’s not a loser,” I say, warning myself not to go into detail. That’s exactly what Jonathan wants me to do.
“If he’s too intimidated by me, then he’s a loser.” As a peace offering, he finally hands over the beer I’ve been drooling over. “So where did you meet this mystery man?”
Taking a longer sip than normal, I buy myself some time before I have to answer.
“On a photo shoot with Bellini,” I answer, not lying. It’s true. I met Reese at their photo shoot.
“Is he in production?”
Hmm, was Reese in production? Well, technically, he is, since he is part of the show. I saw him lift a couple things at the pool, assisting production assistants. Yeah, he could be in production.
“Yup.” I nod, not elaborating.
“What’s his name?”
I shake my head. “Not going to happen. I’m not going to tell you his name so you can meander on Facebook and stalk him. Just let me figure this out on my own. Okay?”
Jonathan doesn’t look pleased, but he will learn to live with my decision,
at least until I figure out how I’m going to handle this.
“Does he at least make you happy?”
Last night—I know it’s going to sound lame—I saw stars. Reese brought me to a place of pleasure I’ve never experienced before. And then this morning, tangled in his limbs, making out and holding each other, it was romantic, sweet, memorable. I spent the entire day with a smile on my face, unable to stop thinking about the man.
“He does,” I say shyly, my hands twisting in my lap from the need to text him.
“Holy shit, he does. Look at you, you’re all giddy.”
“Am not.” I turn away from him, bringing the beer to my mouth so Jonathan can’t see the smile plastered across my face.
“You are giddy. Damn, Paisley. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this.” I just shrug my shoulders, entirely too shy to talk about this with Jonathan. “Can I just ask you one thing?”
“I’m not telling you his name,” I respond, exhausted.
“I’m not going to ask that. This is serious.” He takes a deep breath and stares directly into my eyes. “Does he have a bigger penis than me?”
I roll my eyes and get off the couch, giving him my leftover beer. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Where are you going?”
“To bed,” I call out over my shoulder. “I have an early flight in the morning. Bellini was kind enough to let me book a middle seat in coach on the earliest flight out to Omaha while she is taking her private jet. But don’t worry. I have a list of chores I have to do to her hotel room before she arrives. Who knew hiring a priest to bless a room upon arrival was a thing?”
Jonathan laughs. “So glad I got you this job.”
“Me too,” I answer, secretly grateful for the chance to meet Reese.
“But seriously, is his dick bigger?”
Knowing this will never end, I say, “Yes, by a few inches.”
“Bullshit,” he calls out. “You’ve seen it erect. It’s not a fair comparison. Let me get hard for you. Then you can make an accurate assessment.”
“Don’t even think about it.” I slam my bedroom door and run straight to my phone where there is a text waiting for me from Reese.