Reed says nothing, but he watches me, his blue eyes tracing out my every move. Finally, after pacing in front of him for a solid minute of silence, I let out a heavy sigh. “I’ll reaffirm with Brooke that you and I didn’t do it. That we got to talking and realized… you know, our connection… and that’s why you offered to take me home. Completely platonic, just a small world incident. That’s all.”
His eyes leave mine, falling to the floor, onto his bare feet.
“Reed?”
My nerves jump when he doesn’t immediately look up.
“Reed.”
He finally brings his eyes to mine.
“Did you already tell someone?”
The way he chews the inside of his lip makes my stomach knot. “Reed!”
“My mom,” he spits out, surprise straightening my spine. His hand comes to the edge of his frames, where he adjusts them. I remember how he took them off last night near the fire, so I could see his eyes and not the reflection of flames in his lenses.
“You toldyour momabout us?” I breathe, my voice hoarse from disbelief. I thought he’d tell his buddies that he fucked some girl on the beach. But his mom? That is… unexpected.
He shakes his head, cutting into my thoughts. “No, I mean, yes I told her but not that we had sex.”
It’s the first time we’ve verbalized the act of what we did, andsilence follows the harsh cut of his words. Finally he says, “I told her that I met a girl at the bonfire last night that I really liked. One that I wanted to see again. A lot.”
Blood rushes through my ears as my stomach free falls, and the urge to giggle hits, but I stifle it. “What?” Did I hear him right?
His eyes fall to my lips, and I find myself settling into the mattress with him, sitting side by side. Our thighs press together as his hand comes to my thigh, warm and heavy. His fingers grip me gently, and wetness burgeons between my legs, testing my panties. “I told my mom I met a girl I really liked. The first one… ever, really. And I told her I wanted to start dating that girl.”
“Yeah?” I ask, my ears ringing, my neck hot. It takes everything in me to keep my eyes from fluttering closed, from falling back against the mattress and opening my legs for him again.
His eyes stay on my lips when he utters, “yeah.”
I don’t know who makes the move, but in the blink of an eye, his lips are pressed against mine, my tongue pushing into his mouth, soft, hot moans passing between us. One of Reed’s large hands comes to cup my breast, and in reaction, I reach for his crotch, starved for the feel of his hard cock in my palm.
He broke the seal last night, and now I’m insatiable. As wrong as it is, I don’t know if I can stop myself.
“Take it out,” I breathe, tearing my shirt off over my head, reaching behind me to take off my bra next.
Reed’s eyes go wide. “What? Vivienne, what–”
“I know it’s fucked up. I know it is. But I was a virgin lastnight, Reed. I’ve been waiting so long to have this,” I say, motioning a hand between us, hoping he understands. “I know we can’t…” I trail off, uncomfortable with sayingdateorbe a couple. “I know we can’t be more and we can’t keep sneaking around but I want more, right now.” I can’t even believe myself, standing in front of him, cradling my bare breasts. Two days ago I wouldn’t have believed someone if they would have told me I’d be doing this. I’m a good girl.
But Reed.
He makes me… a bad girl.
“Please, Reed, c’mon,” I beg softly, reaching for his pants. He groans, knocking my hands away, but undoing his pants. Saliva pools hungrily beneath my tongue as he reaches into his pants, pulling out his thick, long cock. He’s hard and pink, and I’m suddenly aware of how empty my insides are, clenching and aching at the sight of him.
I’m sore from last night. I discovered that in the shower this morning. I can’t take him there again, but I can take him in my mouth.
I push him back onto the mattress and climb over him, my knees inside his. He props himself up on his elbows, staring down at me between his legs, his cock in one hand. I bring my mouth to the head, tracing the crown with the tip of my tongue. He’s smooth and warm, and the moan that erupts past his lips when I seal my mouth around him has me gushing into my panties.
“I know it’s wrong but I want you, I want you so bad Reed,” I tell him, plunging his cock into my throat. He groans as he hits the back of my throat, finding the warmest, tightest spot I have to offer. I’ve never given head untillast night, and now it’s all I want to do. All I want to do is lay in bed and hold his heavy balls with my palm while I stroke his hard cock into my mouth, capturing every groan and pulse with my mouth. Sucking him makes me so wet, I can hardly stand it. In fact, I can’t stand it.
He strokes his hand through my hair as I reach between my legs, shoving my hand beneath my jeans and panties. I’m so slick and sticky from being wet all morning that I moan around his cock when I feel myself.
“Holy shit, are you…” He trails off, realizing I’m touching myself. “Shit, Vivienne,” he whispers, his voice thin, growing thinner the more I suck him down.
I don’t recognize myself and yet I feel more like myself than ever before, the dichotomy of those two feelings makes me high. I suck him down, spurred on by his soft moans and the gentle pleas that flank me.
