Page 201 of Falling in Reverse

I’m not able to form a single sentence with the way my mind only wants to solely focus on the muscles sandwiching me to this tree, the smell of the sea, and Reeve’s lips and fingers on me.

“God, you’re tight as fuck.” Reeve’s quick comment is more like a guttural growl as pumps into me faster. “What I wouldn’t give to fuck you right now and have the time for us both to enjoy it.” He nustles his nose against my jaw. “But I want you to want it. Not because I cornered you.”

He needs to stop being so goddamn sweet to me.

I can’t fall for this guy.

I can’t.

Levi will lose his entire shit. The whole thing. It’ll implode into a million pieces, right in front of me and God knows what kinds of havoc he will rain on Reeve in the process.

And I want nothing to happen to him.

Something about Reeve is so different than the rest of them besides his sandy blonde hair, clear-cut hazels, and effortless smile.

He’s genuine.

Maybe a little wild with a fuck the outcome mindset whether it bites him in the ass or not.

Kinda like me.

Reeve pulls from the vulnerable spot of my throat again and straightens, peering down at me with an expression I can only describe as heated, famished, and downright primal.

He replaces my focus with his mouth again, opening mine wider to receive his long tongue and battle out a couple of rounds with him.

His moans against my mouth are almost unbearable to where I’m so tempted to ask him to come home with me. The sound is barely audible as he continues his heathenish assault on my cunt.

The hard outline of his dick presses into my upper thigh and he begins rubbing himself on me while sucking the soul out of me like it’s going out of style.

Reevie. Reevie.

What are you doing to me? To us?

I can’t help the whimpers that escape and mingle with his and I’m almost scared shitless when his name is hollered angrily out from behind our little corner of pure lust.

Reeve growls, irritated when he pries his lips from mine, but he doesn’t lose the space. “Got twenty seconds, baby. Give it to me.”

The only kind of pressure I perform under is racing. Not how quickly I can have a damn orgasm.

“Go,” I urge him as I chase his lips. “They’re gonna come looking?—”

“You’re going to come,” he retorts undoubtedly at his skills when he connects with my mouth. “And I’m going to lick you off and smell you for the rest of the night on me.”

Dude…fuck.

“I’m going to wrap this hand that’s now inside your pretty pussy right now and stroke my cock tonight with it while thinking about how you taste. And when I get to fuck you right into the ground.” His movements quicken and I can feel myself drench his digits as he envelops me with everything him.

I drop my phone that I don’t remember holding this whole time and grip his biceps, silently urging him on.

“Will you think of me, McQueen?” His forehead grazes mine as our breaths mix together. “I’m going to come so fucking hard with you in my head that I might break the damn thing. Thinking of this silky cunt wrapped around my thick cock is going to send me spiraling—” I erupt around him within a millisecond while Reeve swallows every sound I make, not allowing anything else to have them but him.

“Reeve! Where the fuck are you?” It’s Torin, his impatience spouting through the air like an angry lion looking for his cub and warning anyone around it that he’ll rip its throat out if it harms their beloved child.

“Gotta go, baby,” Reeve whispers. “Keep your head down and give us five before you leave.” I expect him to round me and the tree to immediately join his friends, but his index finger pops inside his mouth, and he slowly drags it between his lips, tasting me for the very first time before my eyes. “Fuck…we’d be fire together, McQueen.”

Then he strides away, abandoning me with shaky legs and staggered breaths.

Reeve Stanton just rocked my world.

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