Page 5 of Unforgettable

If I were stronger, I would have stopped his advances, but I was weak with him. Both he and Josh held some power over me that thankfully, neither of them had acted on since that one night.

“I know you’ve thought about it. Does it make you wet to know that we’ve thought about it, too? Sharing you was amazing, but I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have you all to myself.”

I was lost to him, and the anticipation that had built over the past year and a half was nuclear.

There was no hesitation between either of us as Reed’s mouth slammed over mine. Like the dam had broken, over a year’s worth of pent-up desire wrapped in stolen glances and brief touches spilled over and culminated in that moment.

In seconds we were a mess of teeth and tongues and lips as my nails clawed at his soft hair and then shoved his jacket from his shoulders. As his jacket fell forgotten on the floor, I also let all hesitation be forgotten for at least that one moment. I wasn’t going to think about the repercussions of sleeping with one of my best friends for a second time because it all felt too good.

His hands tangled in the waves of my blonde hair and tugged just enough to mix the pleasure of our kiss with the slight bite of pain at my scalp. It beckoned me to move quicker and get him closer.

With one hand still gripping my hair, his other pushed my legs apart even farther as he dipped his hand beneath my dress. His fingers only lightly grazed my wet panties, but the careful touch combined with the intensity of his kiss made my hips lurch forward into his hand.

“Fuck, yes. I knew you’d be soaked.” Before I registered what he was doing, he ripped my very expensive panties from my body and shoved them into his pocket. But I couldn’t be upset because the entire thing was too damn hot and left me without a barrier between my wet heat and his fingers.

I had every intention of getting laid that night, hence the expensive lace panties Reed had decimated and the daringly short red dress. Except it wasn’t Reed that I thought would be kissing me breathless and making me grind closer for some sort of relief. I thought I would have been coaxing Justin to grip me tighter and fuck me harder because I wouldn’t break. And I was anything but mad about the change—it was like going to a car dealership expecting to buy a used Toyota Camry, but a billionaire shows up before you sign the papers to buy you the fully loaded, top-of-the-line Maserati instead.

I had nothing against a Camry, but once you sat your ass on the luxurious leather seats of the high-end car and felt the purr of the engine, nothing would ever be the same.

Just as I remembered, his expert fingers circled my clit as I bit into his lower lip. With a growl, Reed wasted no time shoving two fingers inside of me and curling them to rub against my inner wall, finding the perfect spot on the first try.

He had some of the best fingers—long and perfectly thick. But there was something I wanted more, and I made my intentions known by fumbling with his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. In seconds, I had his pants tugged down just far enough that I could palm his hard length.

I pumped him up and down, spreading the bit of precum that was already dripping from the large head with my thumb. He was warm and heavy in my hand. My mouth watered as we both broke our kiss to watch my hand wrap around him while his fingers pumped in and out of me.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” I pleaded, feeling my orgasm make itself known at the base of my spine.

Reed grinned and untwisted his fingers from my hair to fish out his wallet from his back pocket. With one hand, he flipped it open and grabbed one of the two condoms shoved inside.

A fleeting thought crossed my mind that he likely didn’t put those condoms in his wallet thinking about me, and it deflated my mood for a moment until he did this thing with his fingers that had me panting for more. His thumb continued circling my clit as he handed the condom to me.

There was no way I wanted him to stop what he was doing for even a second, so I ripped the corner with my teeth and stretched the latex over the soft skin and thick veins of his impressive length.

With the condom on, Reed let go. He shoved his tongue inside my mouth, claiming me and devouring my eager sounds of pleasure that I forgot I was capable of, before pulling me from the table and flipping me over. My chest hit the cool table as Reed’s hand twisted back into my hair and trapped me there. Behind me, he kicked my legs wider and pushed my dress higher. I could feel the denim of his jeans brush against my thighs as he positioned himself between them.

I expected him to immediately slam inside me when I was in position, with the need between us only intensifying each second. But instead, he smoothed his free hand over my ass in an almost adoring touch before he pushed my dress even higher to run his hand up the side of my hip and my stomach until he fingered the bottom of my black lace bra. His fingers traced the outline of my spine, trailing back down and the touch felt like he was memorizing the planes of my body and elicited goose bumps everywhere.

My hot breath fogged up the laminate table Reed was holding me captive against, but I wasn’t complaining. I could feel his cock poised at my entrance and when I tried to push back, he tightened his hold on my hair, pushing me into the table even harder.

On the opposite side of my body, his fingers followed the same path, and when his hand traveled back down to my ass, I thought for a moment he’d start all over again. But I was pleasantly surprised by the sound of his hand cracking against my ass. I heard the sound only a split second before I felt the sting burn across my skin and the entirety of his cock slamming into me in one thrust.

The pleasure combined with the pain was overwhelming, and my eyes rolled shut as I moaned out my approval. He responded with his own gasp and subsequent groan. I was by no means a virgin, and I’d had plenty of sex, even recently, but the way Reed filled me was unique.

My body took a moment to adjust to his size, and while I did, his hand slapped against my skin again. He smoothed his hand over my already raw cheek and gripped my hip as he began thrusting into me at a relentless pace.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping and our pleasure-filled moans and there wasn’t anything besides the two of us together once again. I wanted to make it last and really be in the moment, but my head was already drowning in a pleasure-induced fog that wasn’t helped by the alcohol from earlier.

Reed’s palm flattened over my ass again and again, and each time, the walls of my pussy involuntarily clamped down around him, eliciting deep groans from him that radiated throughout my body. I knew he’d picked the position not just for ease of standing sex, given that we were in an empty banquet room, but for the fact that he had easy access to my ass. He was right—he knew me very well as a friend, but after only one night together in which he shared me with his best friend, he also knew what I wanted in bed better than nearly anyone.

“Yes, clench around me just like that. God, you take it so well.” The low growl of his voice was like an accelerant to my flames. Reed’s grip on my hair had loosened just enough that I could push against the table and find the balance I needed to be able to rock back against him.

A string of mumbled expletives tumbled from his lips as I met him thrust for thrust, impaling myself as hard as I could on his cock. Doggy style was one of my favorite positions, but I wanted to see Reed’s face contorted in pleasure. Knowing he was a slave to the way I made him feel pushed me closer and closer to the edge that I was already tumbling toward.

His hands held my hips in a punishing grip that was sure to leave marks as he guided me back at the perfect pace. His hips ground upward into me, and each time he pressed deeper, grazing a part of me I knew would culminate in a powerful release. I was right there, too, just on the cusp of overwhelming pleasure.

While one of my hands kept me in position, braced against the table, my other found my sensitive clit and rubbed vigorously. My body’s response was immediate, but only a second later, Reed’s fingers moved from my hip to close around my neck. He pulled me up, my back pressed against his front and kept us locked together with his hand around my throat. His grip was tight enough to keep me in place without completely cutting off my air supply.

In heels, my head landed at his shoulder and underneath his chin. He pressed me into him, and I wished we were naked so I could feel his warm skin slick with sweat against my own.

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