The Luna’s Peak

7

My eyes fluttered closed as he kissed the curve of my neck. I felt his free hand on my ass again. He continued to trail kisses across my skin as he followed the lace over my hip. When his fingers slipped between my legs, I inhaled as sharply as I could.

He exhaled heavily. “So f*****g wet.”

I whimpered in response.

His fingers slid over my slickness, back and forth over my folds, touching me everywhere, till they slipped beneath what little fabric covered my clit. With a groan, his hold on my throat tightened even more, and he buried his face in my hair.

“Reid,” I gasped, “Reid, please.”

Much, much too soon, he withdrew his hand from between my legs, but before I could give a breathless protest, he straightened up, and turned me onto my back. I gasped for a full breath of air as soon as he released my throat, my eyes still closed, as I lay flat on my back on my desktop with my knees pulled up.

All within a matter of seconds, I heard him sit down heavily in my chair, and then he grabbed my thighs and pushed my legs apart. I propped myself up on one elbow, chest still heaving, and my body jolted when he licked all the way up my slit, till he came to that little triangle of silk. He paused to rip my panties off of me, without a hint of hesitation, before proceeding to devour me.

My head lolled back and my eyes closed again, as I tangled my fingers in his hair and a moan escaped me, followed by light, breathy laughter.

Historically, my lingerie lasted longer than just five minutes before he shredded it.

I couldn’t find the will to do anything but lay there and take what he gave me. His hands gripped my thighs, and anytime my legs closed a bit, he forced them back open. I rested my shoes on his shoulders.

He brought me to the brink of my orgasm more than once…twice…three times…four, with hard licks directly to my clit, over and over and over again without so much as the slightest pause, only to break his rhythm the same second he noticed my body tense. He teased me with long, slow strokes with a flat tongue, keeping me tight as a coil but allowing my impending climax to fade. His fingers slipped inside me and curled just so, and I saw stars.

My whole body shook when I thought he might finally let me finish, and I cried out, tears of frustration stinging my eyes, when he pulled back entirely to pepper kisses along the inside of my thigh.

I was nearly panting for release, but I knew he loved this game.

“Reid,” I gasped, “please, please, I-I can’t—”

“You’ll have to beg better than that.”

My feet still on his shoulders, I simultaneously sat upright and pushed him away from me. He let me, and I clambered off my desk and into his lap, my legs trembling. Yet another whimper escaped me at the feeling of his erection pressed against me. He tore my shirt off over my head and cupped my breasts with both hands, lowering his head and leaning into me to trail hot, hungry kisses into my cleavage. He ran his fingers over my exposed skin and used his thumbs to brush over my n*****s through the thin silk as he squeezed. He bit my left breast, just above the hem of my bra, and I inhaled sharply.

When he straightened to get a good look at me, I grabbed his face and kissed him hard. I ground myself against him for the friction I so desperately needed, unbothered by the roughness of his jeans. He chuckled against my lips, a deep, wicked sound, as he took one hand off my waist to reach between us and undo his belt buckle. I jumped at the sound, never failing to excite me as if I wasn’t already so needy and nearly delirious.

“Get off me,” Reid ordered, and the sound of his voice made me shudder yet again. “On your knees.”

I stubbornly shook my head and tangled my fingers in his hair. “I want you to f**k me,” I whined.

“I’m gonna f**k your throat. Get on your knees.”

At the sound of his zipper, I obediently climbed off of his lap and sank to the floor in front of him. He pulled his massive c**k out of his pants and my mouth watered. I immediately leaned in, licking my way up from the base of his shaft. I swirled my tongue around the head, swiping away a delicious drop of precum as I wrapped my fingers around him.

“Natalie, take it,” he gritted out through his teeth, as he gathered up all my hair and wrapped it around his fist. His frustration and impatience were plain.

I had hardly taken him in my mouth when he thrust upwards and forced my head down, and I gagged when his c**k hit the back of my throat.

He shuddered with pleasure, and another delightfully deep moan escaped him.

“Good girl,” he growled.

I whimpered around his d**k, as he hissed out a breath and let me pull back just enough to take in a tiny bit of air through my nose, my tongue dragging up the length of him as I went. I let go of the base of him to brace myself against his thighs with both hands.

I did want him ravenous, and it appeared all it took this time was the quickest glimpse of a naughty selfie to get him there.

He set a relentless pace that I could hardly keep up with—I couldn’t, but he kept my hair in a vice grip and I didn’t have to move much on my own anyway. I did my best to breathe through my nose as his c**k rammed into my throat. His gravelly praises and throaty moans made me ache for him even more than I already was, being used like this.

He gave me a break, his grip on my hair loosening but his hand remaining on the back of my head. I set a much slower, easier pace, wrapping my fingers around the base of him and bobbing up and down, my hand stroking him in sync with my mouth. I took the opportunity to reach down and between my own legs with my free hand, shoving the fabric of my skirt aside almost frantically.

I was drenched, and my legs were trembling again. I couldn’t stop my body from jolting at the burst of sensation when I ran my fingers over my folds. I rubbed circles around my clit with two fingers and Reid’s grip on my hair tightened again.

“Are you touching yourself?” he rasped.

I managed a, “Mm-hm,” around his d**k.

With no warning more than a ragged exhalation, he pulled me off of him and all but tackled me onto the floor, yanking my skirt up as he did. I gasped in surprise, resisting the urge to writhe beneath him. He grabbed my wrist and licked my fingers clean, before his lips crashed into mine. I dimly noticed as he reached behind him with one hand.

But, when I heard the sound of crinkling plastic, I was hyper-focused.

He didn’t tear the little package open straight away. He leaned on his elbows on either side of my head and kissed me hungrily, as I clung to him.

With his free hand, the one that didn’t hold the key to my sweet release, he reached between our bodies and guided his throbbing c**k to my entrance. I inhaled sharply and moaned into his mouth at the skin-to-skin contact—these days, it was rare.

He pushed into me, but just the tip, before he withdrew, and I squirmed, my legs around his waist, trying hard to pull him inside, but he was unfazed. He broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against mine, and he growled as his thick, hot shaft slipped between my folds and over my clit.

“Maybe…skip the condom?” I suggested.

The sparks were incredible. It had been so long since the last time we went without a condom.

He didn’t answer me. He let just the tip slip inside of me again.

“Just this once,” I pleaded, fisting the back of his shirt. “Just once.”

He still didn’t answer me. He pulled away just enough to tear the condom open with his teeth. He tossed the empty package aside.

He gave me one last peck on the lips, and then he rolled me over onto all fours. He pushed my legs farther apart and I sank forward, resting my head on my arms on the floor in front of me, my ass in the air for him.

“I wish I hadn’t destroyed those panties,” he mumbled.

But before I could answer him, he pushed into me at last. It felt merciful. The deeper he pushed, the more air left my lungs with my breathy vocalizations.

His fingertips dug into my hips and he groaned when he was buried inside me, as deep as he could get. “f**k, Nat.”

He pulled out all the way, and then he plunged back into me, faster than the first time, and then he did it again—he pulled out completely, and then he rammed himself back in. He increased in speed rather quickly, and I gasped and mewled and moaned. My back arched and my toes curled.

He reached around to rub my clit and I crumbled.

I moaned his name when my orgasm finally came crashing over me. f**k, it was worth the wait. The entire world fell away from us. My legs shook and I could feel myself clenching around him. I vaguely registered another gravelly cuss word, through his gritted teeth. He didn’t let up—not with the exquisite pressure he applied to my clit with his fingers, or with his hard thrusts.

I never fully came down from my high before he coaxed another orgasm out of me. He brushed my hair to the side and bit down on my mark, and light exploded behind my eyelids. I cried out in euphoric ecstasy.

After the second time, he wasn’t far behind me, and him finishing felt merciful, too. He came with a deliciously ragged grunt and a particularly hard thrust, and then he stilled. He buried his face in my hair and let out a series of impossibly sexy gasps that made me shiver.

I slumped forward, face-down on the rug when he pulled out of me and stayed out. He flopped onto the floor next to me with a heavy thud!, and I turned my head and opened my eyes to look at him, my cheek pressed to the floor. My heart skipped a beat, of course, at his flushed skin and wild curls, his mouth slightly agape.

He ran both hands down his face. “Jesus Christ.”

It occurred to me that he was still fully clothed. How?

I was still face-down, ass-up. I fell onto my side, and I landed on him. He laughed upon impact and wrapped his arms around my middle. I was limp as a ragdoll.

“You call that putting me in my place?” I taunted, still breathless.

He laughed again, but this time, it sounded downright devious. “We can go all night, if that’s what you need.”

I smiled, and I rolled onto my belly. I gave him a peck on the cheek. “Take me home, Reid.”