Charlotte leaned her forehead against Reece’s, her lips parting as she struggled to regain her voice. “Reece, I want you.”
“I want to make you feel good,” he said. His voice shook as his control began to slip. “I want to make you come first.”
Such a gentleman. She knew she would too, easily, if she let him. He would play her body until she was a sweaty, snarled mess of herself, boneless and overjoyed. But she wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted his restraint to break, and she wanted to watch his face as he let go.
Charlotte did her best to roll them over in the narrow bed, and she hissed as her bare skin met the cold concrete wall. Reece budged over so that she could lie down. Then he was above her, his hips nestled between her thighs. The full weight of him on top of her felt extraordinary, all of that contained power. She teased the sensitive skin above the swell of his ass with her fingertips. He arched his back as he thrust forward, his erection grinding against her.
Charlotte wedged her toe into the elastic of his boxers. “Get rid of these.” He sat up to pull them off. She wiggled out of her underpants and dropped them on the floor, uninterested in some drawn-out tease. They’d danced around each other long enough.
“Come here.” She stretched out her hand to him as he kneeled between her thighs. He took it and pressed a kiss to her palm, his dark eyes never leaving hers. He considered her request, studying the sheer want on her face. She was well beyond walls at this point, her defenses shattered. As he looked down at her, his breath wet and hot against her skin, she’d never felt so vulnerable in her life.
“Please.” She tilted up to kiss him.
Reece pulled back a fraction of an inch, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “Are you sure?” he asked.
Charlotte growled. “Yes, Reece, I am sure.”
He grinned and moved to kneel above her, retrieving a condom from the bookshelf. He tore open the wrapper and rolled it down his length with deft fingers. As soon as he finished, she grabbed his neck and pulled him back against her body, adjusting her hips as he found her entrance.
And then—oh. She could feel herself stretch to take him in, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. Their bodies made so much sense.
Reece clenched his eyes shut, his mouth a grimace of bliss and desperate self-control. “Christ, you feel—” he stammered, resting his forehead against her shoulder. “You feel amazing.”
“So do you,” Charlotte gasped. She shifted her hips and they both grunted as he hit a sensitive spot inside her. “Oh god, yes.”
She needed more. She dug her heels into his back as they built a frantic rhythm. A bead of sweat dripped from his nose onto her cheek, and she loved it, she loved how he tasted when she licked his mouth.
Charlotte sucked at his shoulder and the sweat collecting on his neck. It made no sense, but she still wanted more, wanted as much of him as possible. When she bit down, he grabbed her hip and pressed her down into the mattress, driving into her hard. Her nails raked down his back as she cried out in pleasure-pain.
This was really happening. Hot and fast, sheets on loan from the R&C committee, her lips chapped. Reece’s face was tight with strain as he held on. They were both so loud, she realized, groaning and begging and gasping as they fucked. An insane giggle escaped her, and he laughed before kissing her deeply.
“I can’t believe this,” she confessed when he pulled away for air.
He smiled at her. A special-edition just-for-Charlie-while-screwing-like-teenagers grin that took over his entire face. The kind of smile that ruined a girl’s life.
“Me neither,” he said.
Charlotte was close and he could feel it, her body clenching around him. She felt like she’d been aching for release all day and only needed a push. He wedged his hand between their bodies and found her clit, working at the sensitive bud of nerves with his thumb. The irregular pace of his touch as their hips rocked away and together only hastened her pleasure. She yanked at Reece’s hair, grabbing at him for dear life.
She felt his teeth at her throat as he stroked deep inside her and she broke, the orgasm tearing through her body. She groaned, static shock and tension snapping, her arms tight around Reece’s torso. The intensity sent her reeling, her heart racing madly.
Colors exploded on the inside of her eyelids, ruby red and sticky pink. The vein-blood blue of being alive.
The only thing protecting her from full emotional overload was Reece’s ragged breath at her ear, an anchor in the present.
“Please, Reece,” she coaxed, still twitching around him as aftershocks took her body. He groaned, his thrusts becoming even more erratic. Charlotte licked at the shell of his ear and nipped his lobe. “Please come for me. I want you to.”
His fingers dug into her skin. She tilted her hips up to get him closer, the angle plunging him deeper. “Char—ah yes.”
“I need you,” she said, a plea and a promise. “I need you to come for me.”
His body coiled tight and violently snapped as he came. She ached as he thrust into her once, twice, three times as he took his release. It almost hurt, her body complaining as she stretched to accommodate him. She felt the side effects of not having sex for months, the early shadow of tomorrow’s soreness. But it was worth it to have Reece collapse on top of her, his face hidden in her shoulder. They were both soaked with sweat and relief.
The whole room smelled like sex and the cocktails left abandoned on the bookshelf.
She laughed, the sharp sound breaking the silence.
“What is it?” he mumbled against her skin.
Reece unstitched himself from her limbs, rolling off to lie at her side. He looked positively destroyed, the poor dear. She smoothed down his electric mess of hair, a smile playing at her lips. What a beautiful specimen of a man, hers for the evening, for the weekend.
“What does it smell like in here?” she asked as he took off the used condom and disposed of it in an empty shopping bag hanging from the bedpost.
Reece gave her a strange look before recognition flared across his face. His eyes widened. “Oh my god,” he groaned. “College.”
Charlotte stretched her arms above her head. Her body didn’t feel like 2013. Sleepiness hit her like a brick wall. That and dehydration. A yawn snuck out of her mouth and nearly cracked her face in half.
Reece curled his fingers around her ankle. “You tired?”
She wriggled like a sleepy cat on the mattress. Charlotte liked the way his eyes tracked the curve of her breast. “Aren’t you?”
The question was the wrong one. His face went still, his smile dimming. “Yeah, I guess,” he said, and let go of her foot. “It’s been a long day.”
It startled her, how suddenly her insecurity returned. But that was her exhaustion making itself known. She shoved down her unease, refusing to read into Reece’s emotional retreat. It was who-the-hell-knows-how-late at night and she hadn’t come that hard in years.
“But a good day?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows.
Her prodding worked. Reece’s smile returned. “A great day.”
