Page 39 of Reaper Released

He nods, grinning back at me. “You okay? You look a little… flustered there.”

I mutter under my breath. “Fuck you, Steel. It’s not my fault, okay? My body seems to have a mind of its own around you!”

“Really?”

“Shut the fuck up, will you?”

He takes a step, pushing me back a bit further, then kissing the crap out of me. As I come up for breath, he smiles down at me. The next thing I know, his hands are going from my waist to my leggings and pushing them down. I gasp as my pants go down with them. Bending down, he takes off my trainers and socks and whips my leggings and pants off swiftly. His hand is on my stomach, and he pushes me back against the wall, dropping to his knees. His other hand grabs my leg and lifts it over his shoulder as he thrusts his face between my legs and licks straight up through my lips.

“Fuck, Steel, I’ve just been at the gym!” I gasp out as I grab onto his hair. I fully intend to hold him back. I’m sweating my tits off from my workout. I’m totally gross, and it’s all a bit much, a bit quick, but he licks me again, releasing my leg to rest over his shoulder, plunging a finger inside me.

My head falls back, my grasp tightening on his hair, and I shamelessly ride his face while he laps and nips at my clit, pumping his finger inside me, then swapping to two. I can’t think straight. It’s too much and too little all at the same time. I grind onto his face I can feel him grin against me.

I gasp his name, and he grins again, then my leg shakes, my chest rises and falls rapidly, and my heart is pounding in my chest and my ears. I can feel it pounding through every inch of skin, and as the heat and the electricity rise up and start to tingle through my body.

“Steel!” I gasp again as he flicks my clit with his thumb. I start to clench around his fingers and his tongue.

“Fucking Hell, Ray!” He breathes against my clit as he bites down. My vision blurs, my breath hitches, my core spasms, and my orgasm rips through me.

“Fuck!” he whispers as I come against his face, lapping at me and pumping and stroking and biting, and I can’t hold myself. My leg collapses from under me, but he has me pinned against the wall. I see stars and hear the ocean crashing. I’m vibrating and out of breath, and I can still feel him smiling against the inside of my thigh as he bites down on it. “Perfect, absolutely fucking perfect.”

I can’t speak. He nips the inside of my thigh again, and I shudder against him, letting my leg drop to the floor. He slides up my body pinning me to the wall. I have my head cocked back against it, eyes closed and panting. He kisses up my neck along my jaw, and then he kisses me. I can taste myself on him, but for some reason, it’s so sexy, and I’m so turned on and flushed. I can’t think straight. All I can concentrate on is the feeling of him against me.

“You good?” I open my eyes. His intoxicating, swirling grey eyes are sparkling. His smile is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and those dimples wreck me every time. Staring in his eyes, I try to catch my breath.

“I’m fucked, aren’t I?”

He just grins at me. “Not yet!” He smiles as he devours my mouth again. I melt against him, reaching one hand to the back of his neck and the other grabbing his arse to drag him in closer to me. I kiss him back, for all it’s worth. As the kiss becomes less frenzied, I break away.

Grabbing the back of my top and pulling it over my head, leaving me just in my sports bra, I grab at his jeans and undo them, pushing them and his boxers down his legs. He kicks off his boots and then his jeans and, grabbing the back of his top in one swift motion, he pulls it over his head.

I rip my sports bra over my head and stand panting, naked, just taking him all in. His body is to die for, like Michelangelo has carved it. That raven across his chest with its wings spread over his shoulders on each pec, its wings surround those skulls, and its claws are front and centre as if it’s coming to grab its prey. He has the Reaper tattoo on his right bicep and a ‘D’ on his left wrist. He has both his nipples pierced. My breath catches in my mouth, and I tug on my lip ring. I think I might pass out when I stare into his eyes.

His eyes are running all over me. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Smiling at him and panting, he’s clearly still having an effect on my body. I lean forward, rubbing one hand up over his pec, flicking his nipple ring, causing him to bite his lip as I slide my other hand down, encasing his dick with my hand, running my hand up the length of him and flicking my thumb over the tip, sucking in a deep breath he rests his head on mine.

“We should stop before we can’t,” he whispers, closing his eyes.

“What?”

“We should stop.”

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

“No… I need to stop!”

Moving my hand up and down his shaft, I lean up and bite his bottom lip. “Really?” I lick across his lips with my tongue ring and plunge my tongue into his mouth, twisting my hand and running my thumb across the head and squeezing, dropping my other hand to his balls, cupping and tugging gently.

“Jesus, fuck, Ray!”

Running my hand up and down his shaft, I quicken my movements, causing him to gasp as he looks directly into my eyes. His pupils are blown, his breaths hitching every time my thumb passes over his head.

“Please, Ray!”

“Please stop, or please carry on?”

“I don’t fucking know, Jesus, Ray. Fuck!” So I quicken my hand, twisting up and down his shaft, tugging on his balls and licking across his jaw. He’s now leaning over me, hands on the wall behind me, head lolled, eyes closed.

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