Page 41 of Point of Contact

COURTNEY

REED DIDN’T LOOK like he was prepared to follow through on that threat. Right now he looked like a man with a singular focus.

And that focus was her.

It was a heady realization. One that made her want to push him just to prove it was true.

She grabbed his face, fingers digging into the rasp of hair covering his jaw. "You talk a good game, Sexy Pants, but I have yet to see you play."

Hopefully he was ready to play in more than one way. She was getting addicted to their back-and-forth. Not only because she loved to challenge anyone who came up against her, but also because Reed always bit back. He always stood his ground. He never just walked away. Didn't blow her off. Didn't abandon the conversation because it was too much work. He put in effort. Even if that effort went into fighting with her, she was willing to take it.

"Is that what you want to do, Princess? Play?" Reed continued to taunt her, but he had yet to touch her in any sort of meaningful way outside of their little collision at the rest stop.

The moment was branded in her memory. It carried just as much heat and combustion as whatever exploded in her basement and took her house to the ground.

And this might do the same thing. Reed might flatten her. Ruin her and leave behind only fragments of what she once was. But she would finally know what it felt like to be wanted, even if it was just for a short time.

"I'm not the one playing." Courtney slid her free hand down his front to grip the hard line of his cock. "I'm more than ready to put my money where my mouth is." She leaned closer, running her tongue over her lower lip. "Among other things."

Reed closed his eyes and sucked in a breath, the air hissing between his teeth as his jaw clenched tight. His reaction made her bolder. Made her want to chase more of this feeling.

"Do you want me to stop?" She ran her hand up and down his length, gripping as tight as she could through the layers of fabric. "Or do you want to suffer through allowing me to touch you?"

His eyes opened and narrowed on her face as his hand came to shackle her neck the same way it had the night she’d crept into his room. "You are a fucking menace." His free hand cupped her pussy hard, squeezing with a possessive grip. "Someone needs to put you in your place."

She gasped as his finger pressed into her slit, putting pressure against her clit. "Probably, but I'm not sure you're the man to do it."

She couldn't stop herself from taunting him. From pushing Reed the way she always had. From seeking any reaction she could get.

He leaned closer, his lips moving against hers as he spoke. "Is that right?"

She whimpered as his warm finger pressed deeper, sliding against her already drenched flesh. "That's right."

Reed's nostrils flared as his touch skimmed over her clit once more before sinking into her body, offering the first penetration she'd had in forever. "It doesn't seem like you really believe that." He worked his fingers in and out of her, grinding the heel of his hand against her clit. "Do you hear that?" He groaned, the wet sounds of her body sucking him in becoming louder and more obscene with each stroke. "You're not this wet because you think I can't handle you, Princess." He pinched her lower lip with his teeth, sucking it between his lips before dragging free. "You're this wet because you know I can give you exactly what you want."

She was struggling. Struggling not to come. Struggling to keep her wits. Struggling with the fact that being pinned down and fingered within an inch of her life clearly did something for her.

But, even though Reed was using the control he so easily took to give her exactly what she wanted, it was still hard to completely comply. To allow it to happen.

Because where would she be once it was over? Alone and on her own again with no one who gave two shits.

It took every bit of focus she had to work her fingers into the waistband of his pants so she could yank them down to free his more than sizable cock. She held his gaze as she fisted him tight, running her thumb through the wetness collecting at the tip of the flared head before pumping root to tip.

To her surprise, he thrust into her hand on the next pass, fucking her palm as his fingers continued fucking her pussy.

It was too much. Forced her to latch onto him in every way she could. She gripped his face, her nails pricking his skin as she clenched around him, hips rocking against his palm as the first crest of climax crashed through her, making her forget what she was doing.

And Reed clearly wasn’t going to let that happen.

His hand left her neck, strong palm coming to wrap around her grip on his dick, squeezing tighter than she ever would have on her own. His eyes stayed locked on hers, dark and intense. Like he was daring her to look away as his thumb dragged out the orgasm possessing her. He watched every breath. Every shudder. Every twitch and every jerk as he buried his fingers into her body over and over.

It was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. And it only got better when his cock jerked in her hand and hot streaks of cum splashed across her belly as he groaned. The head of his dick dragged against her skin, leaving a path of wetness in its wake. And even then his eyes held hers.

It should make her feel exposed. Vulnerable.

Instead she felt seen. Connected.

The moment left her at a loss for words, which didn’t happen often. It also left her confused about what to do next. Did she lay there and wait for him to say something? Did she find a towel to wipe his jizz off her stomach? Did she ask how long it would be before he was ready for round two?

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