Page 59 of Audiophile

“Not the medium I was thinking of.” Reed’s deep chuckle makes all my cells tingle. My breath hitches as I imagine him over me, claiming me with his release, smearing it across my skin from mark to mark. The ideaissexy. Reed pauses with his hand on me. “No smart retort?”

I swallow. “No.”

“Fuck.”

He’s pressed against me, hard and throbbing. It gives me a rush of power, of confidence. “What? Do you enjoy it when I’m the one talking, Reed?”

“I love it.” Reed’s jaw brushes the side of my breast, forcing a moan from me.

“What else? Do you enjoy being blindfolded?” I ask, and Reed’s hands press more firmly—with purpose.

“Doesn’t everyone?” He smiles against my skin as he moves down and licks up the length of my ribs.

I finally let myself be an active participant. My fingers find Reed in the dark, sliding up his naked back to tangle in his hair. “Tell me your favorite.”

“You first,” he says.

“Okay. But some of my wants are theoretical. I haven’t—” My words cut out as Reed licks a stripe up the slope of my breast, stopping short of my nipple. I moan, fingers fisting in his hair, urging him to do it again. “Haven’t done them in real life.”

“Can you give me an example? I’m obsessed with your tits, Pet. Addicted.” He brushes his lips over my nipple, and it clicks. With each of my words, he moves faster, presses harder. He wants more.

I’m not the only audiophile in the room.

He wants my sounds as much as I need his. It’s intoxicating, knowing I can affect him that way. I’m so drunk on it that I dive in headfirst. “There’s much I’ve only imagined. I’ve never experienced breath play with a partner, but I’ll bet it’s mind-blowing.”

Reed’s lips part around my nipple and my toes curl. The slide of his tongue against my skin, the audible pop of suction—both send me spiraling.

“What about it appeals to you?” he rasps out, and one of my hands leaves his hair to smooth down his shoulder.

“The surrender. Not worrying about breathing unless I’m told to. And the…I don’t know how to describe it. The white noise of it? Until everything comes rushing back in.”

Reed moans, and his hand flexes against my hip as he leans over to kiss my other breast. “How do you know that if you haven’t done it?”

My cheeks heat, and I’m glad I can’t see his reaction. “I can hold my own breath. Plus, we’ve established that I have hands and use them.”

He groans, and his teeth press into my tender skin. “What else?”

The bite has me seeing stars, or maybe it’s the way his audible pleasure wraps around me. His moans wash over me in hot waves. “We’re trading,” I protest.

Even blindfolded, I can tell Reed is smiling. “Alright. I enjoy this pace—and slow, sleepy wake-up sex. I’d love to touch you while you’re still asleep and ease you out of dreams with my face between your legs.”

“I’ve never had that.” I gasp as he tests his teeth on my nipple, and take that to mean it’s my turn to share. “I’ve fantasized about being fingered in public. Maybe fucked in public? Not sure—that’s why it’s theoretical.” It comes out too stiffly. I’m not used to this, and it shows.

But Reed nods, his lips trailing down my sternum. His voice is deeper than before. “You want the rush, but don’t want to be caught. That’s why it’s hotter in a fantasy. My fantasy would have you in something sheer while we’re out. Seeing your hard little nipples through your shirt, your dress? Drives me wild.”

“Youdohave a thing for my breasts.” I shudder when he dips his tongue into my navel, and he chuckles. “I don’t know if I could do that here. But someplace else? Maybe.”

He breaks away and starts again at my knee, kissing up the inside of my thigh. His stubble catches against my sensitive flesh, and my grip on his shoulder flexes and falters. “Fantasies don’t always need to become reality. But if you wanted to, I’d jump at the chance. The subtlety of it kills me. Like right now. You might not be screaming, but you’re rocking your hips—shifting the sheet underneath you—and I’m dying to taste you.”

My misgivings surge forward. “I’m not sure I can orgasm that way—”

Reed nips at my inner thigh and makes me jerk. “Whether you can or can’t doesn’t change that I want to do it. Don’t miss out on the fun parts by hunting down an orgasm.”

I move the conversation away to distract from the butterflies in my stomach. “I enjoy blow jobs—it’s fun by itself, but the real pleasure? Knowing I did that. Knowing that orgasm is mine. Like you said—when you claimed my orgasm was yours.”

“Your orgasmsaremine.” Reed’s fingers slide up my inner thigh, staking his claim. “Your last one and however many more you’ll let me have—they’re mine. I’ll take everything you offer.”

Chapter twenty-two

---