Page 77 of Off Camera
One of his hands sits at the base of my throat, his thumb stroking up my neck. He presses into my windpipe with the slightest bit of pressure, and I groan in pleasure at the feeling of being trapped. Of having nowhere to go but down on him again.
There’s too much sensation.
Too muchReid, and it’s never been like this before.
Not with him.
Not with anyone else.
We fuck like we won’t get the chance to again, rough and hungry and on the precipice of something magnificent. In the blink of an eye, Reid flips us, my back landing on the plush leather cushions and his hips between my knees. He lifts my legover his shoulder and slams back inside me, filling me beyond belief.
There are so many things I want to say, but I can’t find the words. They get stuck in my throat when he splays his hand out over my ribs. When he traces the underside of my breast with one set of fingers and traces my clit with the other. When he cants forward, a determined glint in his eyes, and bites my bottom lip.
“Hate sex might be my favorite thing,” I pant, and his mouth curls into a grin. “Much better than what we did before.”
“You should piss me off more often.” He pinches my nipple, twisting it between his fingers until the pain melts to ecstasy. “Stop holding back, Avery. Give it to me.”
“You give it to me first,” I say, lifting my hips so I can meet his thrusts. He groans, and my grin matches his. “There you go, Reid. That’s so good.”
“Where—” He swallows and tips his head back. Another low groan works its way free. “Should I?—”
“Anywhere.” I grip his shoulders and rock him into me. “Wherever you want.”
“Fuck.Fuck.” He pulls out of me and grips his cock, jerking himself up and down. His other hand fumbles between my legs, circling my clit as he comes on my stomach. “Avery.”
Hearing him say my name does me in.
I follow after him, stars in my vision as he tips me over the edge to a second orgasm. My skin is on fire. I’m electrified and alive, and I moan through the bliss his touch brings me.
Our synchronized breaths fill the quiet room, but neither of us move.
We stay like that, touching and toeing the line of euphoria until I open my eyes and find him looking at me.
“What?” I ask.
Reid shakes his head. He sits back on his heels and gently moves my leg from his shoulder, his thumb pressing into my calf. “Nothing.”
It doesn’t feel like nothing.
I glance down at the mess he left behind. “Do you have anything I can use to clean up?”
“Yeah.” He winces when he stands, trudging naked to the closet in the corner. He flips on a light and grabs a roll of paper towels, ripping off a dozen sheets. “Hang on.”
His eyes bounce around the room and he finds a water bottle on top of the bookshelf in the corner. He twists the top off and dumps half the contents on the paper towels, wetting them and walking back over to me. I offer him his glasses and he slips them on.
“Sorry it’s not warm,” he says, kneeling by my side and wiping his cum away. “Or softer.”
I watch him, caught off guard by his kindness. By the care he puts into cleaning me up and making me good as new. “It’s probably better than going back to the field looking like this.”
“People would certainly ask questions.” Reid chuckles out a soft laugh, but his hand stills on my stomach. His eyes fix on my belly button and the top of my thighs, and I squirm under his gaze.
Now that the moment of hot and heaviness has passed, I feel split open and exposed, like he can see my deepest, darkest thoughts. I shouldn’t still be sitting here naked and he shouldn’t still be staring at me, but he is. He is, and I have no clue what he’s thinking.
Does he regret what just happened?
Is he counting down the seconds until I get out of here?
“What?” I ask again, and this time, it’s barely above a whisper.
