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Take your pick.

I swallow and reply quietly, “You can do whatever you want.”

17

Shelby

I haveno idea how I’m even sitting upright.

My bones feel like mush, and my brain has overdosed on a chemical high, but there’s still this flicker of want in my belly that has nothing to do with the orgasm he gave me.

I want him and I want to make him feel as good as he made me.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he watches as I run my hand along his length, the hard line trying to stab its way through the cotton of his shorts. It’s bigger than I’d expect. Harder. Again, in theory, I know the basics of sex. But actually seeing it–feeling it–I’m out of my depth. And it doesn’t take Reid long to figure that out.

“You won’t hurt me,” he says quietly. “Trust me, this guy has seen his fair share of abuse.”

My jaw drops. “It has?”

“Oh, shit. No, not like abuse abuse, but you can handle him.” He places his big hand over mine and together we grip the length. “Like this.”

He guides my hand over the fabric, up and down his length. “Does that feel good?” I ask, looking up at him.

His jaw tenses. “Unbelievable.”

I’m not sure why, but pride fills my chest. It makes me bold. I press a hand on his lower belly, fingers trailing over the carved lines of muscle. His body is incredible–like a work of art. I trace the dark line of hair, soft and tempting, but force myself not to get distracted. Curling my fingers into the waistband of his shorts, I tug them down. Reid releases my hand and together we lower the shorts over his erection and there it is, bobbing in front of my face, a clear bead of fluid at the tip.

My body grows hot, belly flip-flopping, and that warm heat is back between my legs. Reid grips the base and I reach out, thumb grazing over the head. He groans softly, every muscle in his body locking up.

“It’s so soft.” I glide my fingers down the shaft, feeling the variations in skin. Soft, but with a long ridge down the back. I dip them down to where he’s got a death grip on the base, then come back up.

“You’re killing me, GG,” he says, knees wobbling despite tensing his powerful thighs. A heavy hand lands on my shoulder as he braces himself. “Your hand feels so fucking good on my cock.”

My hand moves on instinct, tugging up and down his shaft. With every pass his breathing grows heavier, strained. His hips rock forward, a hard thrust, and I move against him, remembering how my body wanted friction. When I look up at his face, his eyes are closed, mouth slightly parted. His expression is caught halfway between pain and pleasure–he’s beautiful.

“Fuck,” he grunts, hand clamping over mine again, “I’m gonna–”

His words are cut off because he grabs my neck and bends over, slamming his mouth into mine. This kiss isn’t gentle. It’s hard and unrelenting, and our mouths are still fused together when he thrusts one last time and groans. Hot fluid spills down our hands until it lands in a sticky pool on my thigh.

We pull apart and I’m fascinated by the way Reid’s chest rises and falls in quick breaths. I did that. I made him gasp for air like he just finished running sprints. I pulled a groan out of him that rattled my chest. Those are the thoughts running through my head as he reaches for his shorts on the floor, wipes off my leg and then himself.

It’s then that I realize I’m completely naked sitting on the edge of this man’s bed. He must realize it too because he finds my shirt and helps me back into it, pulling it gently over my head as I slip my arms through the sleeves.

“Did I do it right?” I blurt.

His eyebrow lifts. “Are you kidding?”

I shake my head.

“That was fucking incredible, GG.” He inhales deeply and tilts my face to look at him. “But what’s important to me is that we’re good.” He brushes the hair off my cheek, tucking it behind my ear. “Are we?”

There’s this tiny niggle in the back of my head that says I should feel awkward and weird about what we’ve just done. That I crossed all of my boundaries and tossed my values to the wind, but then I look at the concerned expression on Reid’s face and the satisfied way I feel, and answer him truthfully, “Yeah, we’re good.”

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!