Page 68 of For the Plot

“Oh my God?—”

“That’s right,” I rasp. “Say my fucking name.”

“Reece,” she gasps, rolling her hips. “Jesus, please?—”

“Please what?” I keep moving my fingers, curling them just enough to make her legs tremble. “You want to come like this? Pinned against a wall with my hand between your thighs?”

Her nails dig into my arms. I curl my fingers again and she cries out—soft and strangled and so fucking sexy I could come just from the sound.

“Or,” I say, voice rough now, “do you want to come on my cock, sweetheart? Wrapped around me while I fuck you so deep you forget where you are?”

She’s panting. Desperate.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Yes, please—Reece, I need?—”

I pull my hand out in one controlled move, watching her fall apart from the loss. I lift my sticky fingers to my nose and inhale. “Fuck me, you smell like heaven.” I wrap my lips around my fingers, the taste of her pussy making my cock painfully hard.

When I open my eyes, she’s watching me with eyes wide. “You’ve never had a man lick your cum from his fingers before?” She shakes her head. “That’s a fucking shame because you taste like a fucking dream.”

Then I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her off the floor like she weighs nothing. Her legs lock around me instinctively, her heels digging into my lower back.

I carry her through the room, mouth on her neck, kissing, biting, licking.

“I’ve been good for too fucking long,” I growl against her skin. “You’re about to feel what fifteen years of restraint breaking at once feels like.”

I reach the bed, toss her down, and stare. Her dress is hitched up around her waist, her panties wet and ruined. Her lips are parted. Her hair is wild. And she looks up at me like I’m the only thing she’s ever wanted.

“Take it off,” I command, voice hoarse. “All of it.”

She doesn’t hesitate.

The dress slides off her shoulders, pooling at her waist. She lifts her hips and slips out of her panties next, then her bra.

Her nipples are hard. Her thighs slick. And her eyes—those fucking eyes—are on me like I’m the answer to every filthy prayer she’s ever whispered.

“Good girl,” I say, unbuttoning my shirt. “Now lie back and spread those legs. Show me where you want me to kiss you.”

She lies back across the crisp hotel sheets, legs parting for me like a fucking fantasy, like she’s been waiting her whole life for someone to take her exactly the way she deserves. The soft lighting in the room casts her skin in gold and shadow.Her breasts rise and fall with shallow, anticipatory breaths. Her pussy is slick and swollen, glistening under the warm light.

I drop my shirt. Undo my belt. Slowly. Deliberately. Letting her watch me peel away the last layers of control. Her eyes track every movement. Her thighs shift slightly as I shove my pants down, cock springing free, thick, hard, aching for her.

She stares and bites her bottom lip. “You going to say something?” I murmur, fisting the base of my cock.

Her gaze flicks up to mine, electric. “Yeah,” she breathes. “You’re going to destroy me.”

I climb onto the bed, knees bracketing her hips, hand still stroking myself. “No,” I correct, lowering my mouth to her ear. “I’m going to worship you first.”

Then I slide down her body.

My palms smooth up the backs of her thighs, spreading her wider, dragging her closer until her heels are over my shoulders and her cunt is inches from my mouth. I look up once, just to watch her face as I drag my tongue through her folds. She arches like she’s been struck.

“Fuck— Reece?—”

I groan against her, sucking her clit between my lips and circling it with my tongue. Her moans get louder, filthier, one hand diving into my hair and gripping hard.

“Jesus, I— Oh my God?—”

I don’t stop. I flatten my tongue and lap at her like a man starved, fucking her slowly with two fingers while my mouth works her over like a sin I never learned to regret.