Page 76 of Off Camera
I thought I was in control, but when Reid steps out of his briefs and strokes his cock, eyes burning into mine, I think I might have misjudged the power balance between us.
I’m staring.
He knows I’m staring, and I know he knows I’m staring. I can’t look away from him though, and a whimper escapes from me when he rubs pre-cum down his thick length.
I yank his wrist and he collapses on the couch next to me in a mess of limbs. I ease him onto his back and throw a leg on either side of his hips, hovering above him and looking down at the man underneath me.
“What do you want, Avery?” he asks, and my name sounds like a wicked sin. “The nice guy you met at the bar? Or do you want me to fuck you like I hate you?”
“You know the answer to that.” I lean over and brush my mouth against his. A tease, a taste of what could’ve been. “I can tell by how hard you are that you absolutelydespiseme.”
“We should make this quick,” he says.
“That eager to get rid of me?” I put my palms on his chest and run my fingers through the dusting of red hair. “You sounded like you were enjoying yourself a few minutes ago.”
“I am.” Reid hisses when I reach down and wrap a hand around his shaft. I sit up on my knees and drag his head against my entrance, coating the tip. His eyes widen. “Shit.Shit. Avery. Hang on. Stop.”
I wince and pull back. “What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing.Nothing.It’s not you.” He tips my chin so I can look at him. “I, ah, don’t have any condoms here. I didn’t think I’d need a box of Trojans at work. I’ve never fucked anyone in my office before.”
I glance at his desk. “Even if you had some, they’d be impossible to reach.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that before we started.”
“What if—” I shake my head. “Never mind.”
“What?” He cups my cheek. “Talk to me. Tell me.”
“What if we didn’t use one?”
“Is that something you’d be okay with? With me fucking you like you were mine?”
“Yes,” I say right away. “I’ve never not used one, but with you, I’d be okay with it. I’m on birth control.”
“I’d be okay with that, too.” His voice is heavy. Caught in his chest and barely audible. “Have you been with anyone since we last?—”
“No. Have you?” I ask, my pulse quickening as I wait to hear his answer.
“Just you,” Reid says. “No one else.”
I lean forward and rest my hands on the arm of the couch. He takes a nipple in his mouth at the same time he slides two fingers in me, and I groan at the stretch. He doesn’t let me sink into the feeling for very long. He pulls out of me and uses my arousal to wet his cock, and I watch him.
“Okay?” I whisper, and he nods.
“Perfect,” he answers, looking at me.
I lower myself onto him, just the head first, followed by his first few inches. Our inhales are sharp and jagged, and I brace myself as I sink down, deeper and deeper until our hips press together.
We touch anywhere we can reach. His hand on my lower back. Mine moving to his hair, scratching his scalp as I lift off him then settle him back inside me, the deep satisfaction of feeling so full, so perfect, soright; an itch scratched and everything I could ever need.
Our bodies move together. It’s not a competition, but a collaboration.
A push and pull to get each other to the blissed-out pleasure we both so desperately want.
Time comes to a standstill, and I ignore everything excepthimand the rhythm we slip into, like we’ve done this a thousand times.
“Fuck,” Reid draws out. Perspiration beads on his forehead when I increase the pace, riding him like my life depends on it. “Avery.”
