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I start at his chest and the light dusting of red hair. I move to his stomach and find the hint of abdominal muscles. They aren’t cut and defined. They aren’t chiseled out of marble like some Greek god. They’re barely there and far from the sculpted physique of an athlete.
It works for him, though. Especially with the red hair that disappears under the waistband of his briefs and gives way to his cock, thick and hard against the dark cotton.
His thighs are next, and I almost burst out laughing when I see butterflies tattooed well above his knee. There’s a group of them in different colors and sizes, some as small as a quarter and others as large asa playing card. Pinks and greens and bright blues, it looks like they’re flying away, their wings mid-flutter.
“What’s the story here?” I ask. I drag my fingernails over the ink and he lurches forward. “A drunken mistake?”
“No. Stone cold sober.” He blows out a breath and puts his hand over mine, guiding my touch over the outline of the wings. His skin is warm, and I want to feel the rest of him. “I lost a bet with Dallas. Maverick ended up with a peach on his ass. I got butterflies on my thigh. Figured I shouldn’t stop at one.”
“I like them.” I drop to my knees and kiss the designs. His groan is soft, and I kiss the artwork again. “I’ve always had a thing for tattooed men.” I move my mouth to the front of his briefs, kissing his cock and licking his shaft through the cotton. His hips buck forward, and I chuckle. “Do you like that, Reid?”
“Yes.” He works a hand in my hair and massages my scalp. “Do it again. Please.”
Inching his briefs down his legs and over the curve of his quads, his cock springs free. I wrap my hand around it, giving a gentle tug.
I spit on the head and rub my saliva down to his base, making it nice and wet. I stroke him, watching his face to see what he likes best, then swirl my tongue over the tip and take him in my mouth. I hollow out my cheeks and suck him down, grinning around him when he yanks on my hair.
“Sorry,” he blurts out. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to?—”
“You can.” I put him back in my mouth, closer to having him hit the back of my throat before I replace my tongue with my hand. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last.”
His stomach muscles flex, and I can tell he’s holding back. Trying to restrain himself, embarrassed by how fast he might finish.
“So don’t last,” I say, slipping the straps of my dress off my shoulders. I’ve never been so glad to not be wearing a bra. I bring his cock between my breasts and squeeze them together, letting him fuck my chest. “We have plenty of time.”
“Fuck.”
“We’re going to do that, too.”
Reid looks down at me, and I’ve never been so turned on by the sight of a man before. His green eyes are dark and his lips are parted. Ragged exhales escape as he thrusts upward, using me however he sees fit.
“That’s it,” I whisper, encouraging him like he encouraged me. “That’s good. Do you like to be good, Reid?”
“Yes,” he pleads, and pre-cum leaks from his cock. “Avery, I’m going to?—”
“Go ahead. Make it messy.”
He shudders. Warm, thick spurts of cum coat my chest and neck. He groans and rocks forward, large palms on my shoulders and fingers bruising my skin. I use my hand to finish him off before he’s whimpering and whispering my name.
“Jesus Christ,” he says after a few minutes of silence.
“I don’t think he’d approve of what happened in here.”
Reid hooks his arm under my elbow, lifting me to my feet. He kisses me, and I wrap my arms around his neck. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
“I taste like you,” I say, and he blushes.
“Will you stay for a little bit?” He rolls my nipple between his finger and thumb and spreads his cum across my chest. “I want to make you come again.”
“Is this a competition?” I sigh when he pinches the pointed peak. “Who can get who off the most times?”
“I’d win. I’ve gotten you off twice.”
“You drive a hard bargain. I can’t say no to more orgasms.” I grin, taking a step back and unzipping my dress. It pools at my feet and I walk to the desk on the far side of the room, grabbing the menu from next to the hotel phone. “Can we order some food too? I’m starving.”
“What?” Reid’s jaw is slack. His eyes are drifting down my body. They bounce to my chest and hang there for far too long to be considered anything other than gawking. “Sure. Yeah. That’s fine.”
