Thirty

Mila

I think my lungs are going to explode. When I first met Reid, I thought he was this polite gentleman who would let the woman lead. I’m currently hyperventilating and tied to his bed, so how wrong was I.

My hands curl around the leather belt he’s fastening to the spindles.

His cut body, demanding mouth, and the burning desire in his eyes has me on the edge of climax, and he’s not even touched me yet. I’m so turned on, I could cry.

I watch him, drunk on lust and panting embarrassingly loud.

He stands back. “My God, I’ve never seen anything so perfect.”

“Reid, please.”

“Legs, Mila.”

I whimper and open my legs again. His Adam’s apple bobs.

“What are you going to do?” I ask. He crawls onto the bed, his legs between mine. I pull on the restrains. “Reid. Please. I need you.”

“You don’t know what it does to me when you beg like that.”

I bite my lip and look up at the ceiling. I’m burning, throbbing, and possibly going insane with lust. He may as well drop me straight off at the sanatorium after this.

Writhing, I try to press my legs together against the ache, but he’s in my way.

“Not yet, Mila.”

How on earth does he still have so much control? I’m done. If he untied me, I would maul him.

“Why?”

“I need to taste you first.”

Oh, there really is a God.

“And you don’t know what it does to me when you say things like that,” I tell him.

His smile makes my heart flutter. He runs his fingertips over my collarbone and down between my breasts.

I pull against the restraints. “Reid… now.”

“I’ve waited a very long time for this. I want it to last.”

His fingers skate across my stomach, and then down my thighs, leaving behind a burning trail that makes my eyes roll back. I shudder against his touch.

Chuckling, he lifts his eyes to mine. “How are you doing over there?”

“I think it’s obvious. I want you.”

“You’re going to have me soon.” He sits back on his heels, removing his hands from my skin. I want to kick him for the loss. We should always be touching. “So pretty,” he mutters, moving lower on the bed.

I turn my head to the side and tug on the restraints. They’re not budging so I don’t know why I bother. As if I wanted him to tie me up. I didn’t think it through, and now I can’t put my hands all over him and pin him to the bed.

Reid’s hot mouth connects with my inner thigh, and I jolt—the sensations radiating through my entire body. His hands wrap around my legs, holding me still as he chuckles at my reaction.

He kisses a scorching trail along my skin, and his fingers dig harder into my flesh, as if he, too, is starting to lose control. Reid Walker losing control. I’m so here for that.

My breathing is nothing but sharp panting, which would be embarrassing if anyone else was in the room with me. It only seems to spur Reid on.

He groans, “Mila, I can’t get enough.”

I open my mouth to reply, but that’s when his tongue flicks against my clit and I forget everything. My hands curl into the belt and my legs shake.

“Reid, that feels…”

I arch my hips against his tongue as he licks hard and fast before slowing down with the gentlest touch that makes me stop breathing.

His hot breath burns my thighs.

Lust pumps through my veins. There is nothing but Reid and this feeling of being on fire from the inside out. His tongue swirls, and he sucks my clit into his mouth.

The constant change drives me wild, taking me to the brink.

I roll in time with him, in perfect sync without trying, and my stomach clenches hard.

“Reid… Reid!

Curling my hands around the belt above me, I snap my teeth together while Reid loses control. He licks harder—his short nails digging into my hips.

His scorching mouth works me like he’s done this a million times over.

I’m so close.

“Don’t stop.” I grind against his face. My eyes close as he flattens his tongue against my clit, rolling it in big circular motions. Despite my closed eyes, I see a blinding flash of lights.

“I’m coming!” I cry, arching into him.

I climax so hard, I almost pass out.

Reid kisses me softer as I come down, my chest heaving and wrists smarting from tugging against the restraints.

“That was over quicker than I thought,” he says with a devilish glint to his dark eyes.

“Damn,” I mutter, my body tingling with aftershocks. “It’s my turn.”

He tilts his head to the side, mouth parting. “Yes, I think it is.”

I’ve never been desperate to taste someone before. I want Reid in every way. I want all of him. Right. The. Fuck. Now.

With wide eyes, I watch him crawl up my body. I thought he would untie me, but it looks like we’re not doing this the conventional way. He positions himself over me and fists his cock from the base, his eyes never leaving mine.

Holy. Shit.

He watches, as if he’s waiting for something. Looking for any sign of doubt, maybe. I’m tied up still, after all. Not that I have any objections. When I think about taking him in my mouth while I’m tied like this… yeah, no issues over here whatsoever. It’s hot as hell.

“Are your wrists okay?” he asks, scowling at the red ring circling them.

“Really okay. Don’t stop what we’re doing.”

“Tell me if—”

Reid…”

With a crooked smile, he bends forward, lining his cock with my mouth.

My lips part, and I flick the tip with my tongue. He hisses through his teeth, and his chest caves. He runs the tip along my bottom lip. I clench with the aftershocks of my orgasm, as well as my reignited lust for him.

“Take me, Mila,” he orders, slowly pushing forwards.

I do. I wrap my lips around him and suck while he controls the depth and speed. He’s rock solid.

Reid throws his head back and groans. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

Spurred on by his reactions, I suck harder, my tongue sliding along his hot shaft every time he pumps into my mouth.

“Mila,” he murmurs like a prayer. “I love your mouth. I’m so hard for you.”

I press my thighs together. Doing this for him is quite possibly the biggest turn on. I roll my tongue around the tip when he pulls back, and I swear his pupils dilate.

“Fuck,” he growls. “That’s it, baby. Use your tongue to fuck me, too.”

This is turning him foul-mouthed, and I love it.

“Ah.” He grips the headboard and starts pumping his hips, knowing just how deep to go.

“Yeah, take me. God, you turn me on so bad. I’ve wanted your mouth for years.”

Fucking hell.

I whimper, my lips stretched around his erection. He’s hot, hard and smooth, and I could do this every day.

He shudders when I moan around him.

“I love fucking your sassy little mouth.”

One hand leaves the headboard and cups my chin. He hisses, and then abruptly pulls out.

My lips smack together—my chest heaving with a desire so violent, it almost frightens me.

He moves down the bed, eyes wild as he takes hold of my hips.

“Reid,” I say, arching my hips, knowing exactly why he pulled out and exactly what we both need.

He grips the base of his cock and squeezes it as he lines it up to its next destination. “Are you…?”

“On the pill and clean. Get in me.”

His smile is wide. It makes his eyes glow. I want his face like that for the rest of forever.

“Oh, I plan on getting in you, Thomas.”

“Is it weird that I have a dude’s first name for a surname?”

“It is when you point it out.” He leans down with that toothy smile, and he kisses me. “I can’t wait to be inside you. You’re perfect everywhere.”

His hand slides down my throat and over my breasts. “Especially here.”

He rolls his thumb around my nipple and places one last kiss on the corner of my mouth. At the same time, he nudges forward, very slowly sliding inside me.

I stretch deliciously around him, my head falling to the side. “Reid.” His name is a groan that makes me sound ridiculously needy.

“I know,” he whispers against my ear. His tongue flicks out and licks just below my lobe.

Reid pushes his dick all the way inside me, and it feels like he’s everywhere. “I want to touch you. I need to move.”

“Trust me,” he replies.

I nod against the side of his head and turn, searching. He meets me with a burning kiss that sucks the air out of my lungs. Our lips and tongues mingle, and he moves, slowly at first. So slowly I might die.

I clench down around him every time he pulls back like my body absolutely refuses to let him go.

“Mila,” he murmurs as our kiss turns wet and wild.

I pull at the restraints again, though I know it’s futile. His lips bruise mine, and his hips slam down harder when he hears me tugging at the belt.

“More,” I pant against his mouth, meeting his frantic thrusts.

A thin sheen of sweat breaks out across my body.

I could do this every day.

One of his hands pushes down on my hip as he slams into me harder.

I break our kiss, my body jolting like it’s been electrocuted.

“Yes!” I cry. “I feel… fuck! You’re all over me.”

His teeth nip my earlobe. “You’re squeezing me to death. I’m so close. Fuck.”

He pushes up, holding the headboard and using that to slam into me like a wild animal.

I wrap my legs around him and moan really fucking loudly as his cock nudges me closer to climax.

“Oh. Reid, I’m…”

My orgasm hits, ripping through my body and turning me inside out.

My eyes snap shut, and I call out incoherently, rolling my hips against his.

He moans loudly and pumps once more before his mouth finds my neck and his movements slow.

His mouth places soft kisses up my neck and across my jaw.

When I open my eyes, he’s looking directly at me.

And he doesn’t stop looking while he pulls out of me and unties the belt around my wrists.

I drop my arms when I’m able to, and Reid lays down, pulling me against his chest. I close my eyes and breathe him in. He’s flawless. I don’t want this moment to end.

I sigh dreamily.

Reid takes my hand and places a kiss on my wrist where the belt has rubbed.

“I’m sorry if that hurts.”

“It doesn’t at all,” I assure him. “Everything happened the way it should have.”

Running his fingers through my hair, he asks, “Has it felt inevitable to you?”

“Yes.”

“Since when?”

“Since you almost kissed me in your office. I’ve found other men attractive before. I’ve had a long-term relationship, but that day standing in front of you, I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone so desperately. How about you?”

“Longer than that.”

I peek up at him. “How much longer?”

“A while.”

“That’s not fair.”

“I never said I’d play fair. Not with you. Not now.”

I want to ask him what he means by that, but the vulnerable yet determined look in his eye stops me.