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“Reese,” I say, placing my hand over his. “We can wait until you feel better.”

“You take care of me all the time,” he says, easing off the couch. “Let me do the same for you.”

18

Reese

Holy shit.

That’s all I can think as Twyler sits on the edge of the bed and I kneel before her. It’s almost enough to make me say fuck it and toss her back on the bed and suffer through the pain. As long as it meant I got to bury myself inside of her, I’d take the pain. But I meant what I said, this girl takes care of me, and for once, I can do the same.

Plus, I love eating a woman’s pussy, and after all the shit Twyler and I have been through, both of us deserve a reward.

There was no fucking way I was doing this downstairs. Not when my degenerate roommates could come home from the bar, trashed and with girls in tow. Plus, that couch has seen too many hookups and this isn’t a hookup. This is the beginning of something.

“Lift your hips,” I tell her, reaching for the sides of her jeans. She rises and I ease the fabric over her hips. I leave the bikini bottoms that match her bra, because fuck, I’ve thought about that white lace plastered against her perfect tits since the day at the shelter. The image had invaded my fantasies night after night and was a feature every time I jerked off. I wasn’t messing around about that little shit ogling her. He’s lucky he still has eyes.

I run my fingers down her thighs, finally getting a good look at her tattoos. They’re matching, a crown on each side, surrounded by designs. “Is this for your band?” I ask, recognizing the imagery.

“Yes.” I trace the shape of the crown with my fingertip, but she pushes me away. “I’m ticklish.”

I grin and kiss her kneecaps. “I’ll try to remember that.”

Spreading her thighs, I take my time, pressing kisses along her soft skin. When I reach her pussy, I lean forward, teasing her through the fabric.

Who am I kidding? I’m teasing both of us. My cock aches worse than my side.

I run my finger under her panties, along her clit. She’s so fucking wet. Twyler whimpers, arching her back into the bed. I meet her eyes. “You good?”

She nods wordlessly.

I make quick work of her panties and spread her legs wider, bringing my mouth to her core. She’s drenched, probably still turned on from the hump fest on the couch downstairs. I know I am. There’s something about the slow build of this thing, the challenge of winning over Twyler, that has made everything so much hotter.

Flattening my tongue over her pussy, I lick in slow, teasing strokes. Her hips rise and fall against my mouth, her fingers pushing in my hair. I groan as they tighten, pulling at my scalp.

Looking up, I see that she’s no longer watching me, her eyes are closed. She sighs, and her lips part, making my cock throb. Slowly, I lick along her slit, tasting her as I work my way to the hot bud. I flick my tongue against it, sucking her clit until her legs tremble by my ears and her hips rise, chasing my tongue.

My dick is barely constrained against the flimsy sweats I’m wearing, and I feel the wet precum oozing off the tip. If she doesn’t come soon, then I’m probably going to go off in my pants, because this is the single most erotic moment of my life. The tension and weeks of slow-building want. I’ve never been with a woman like this before. Shanna decided she wanted me, and I went along with it. The puck bunnies are easy pickings. But Twyler… this woman made me work for it.

And it makes me harder than a rock.

“I’m coming,” she whispers, and fuckyes, I can feel the orgasm shudder through her body. Her pussy pulses and she curls her fingers into my hair as the explosive shockwaves take over. Her breath is low and quiet, in no world is Twyler a screamer. My little introvert would probably curl up and die first, but that’s part of what makes her sexy. She’s just who she is, nothing about her is for show, and I fucking love that about her.

When every muscle in her body loosens, I place my hands on the mattress and slowly lick my way up her body; from her belly to her lace-covered tits, until I reach her mouth and I kiss her again.

“Ruby was right,” she says after I help her back into those sexy panties and we both settle up on the pillows.

“About what?” I ask, trying to follow.

“She said you’d be good at oral. That you have the mouth for it.” She curls against me. My side hurts like a mother, and my dick throbs, but just having her next to me is enough.

“Yeah?” I’m not above fishing for compliments. “Well, it wasn’t all me. You did a bang up job receiving.”

“See, that’s the funny thing. Ethan tried going down on me a few times, but I didn’t like it.” She ducks her chin. “I thought it was just me.”

“Definitely not you,” I run my hand down her stomach and cup her between the legs. “Your pussy is fantastic. He’s just a fucking loser that doesn’t know how to please a woman.”

She presses her nose into my side, hiding her face. “God, you’re so weird and you have a dirty, awful mouth.”