Page 9 of Just One Night (Salvatore Brotherhood MC)

REID

M y body is curled around Heather’s naked one, her chest rising and falling as she sleeps soundly beside me. I smooth her hair away from her face and lift up on my elbow to watch her.

She’s just so fucking pretty. So sweet and funny.

Maybe it was a mistake to promise this just for a night. I want more of her. It felt so fucking good to hear her say she’s mine. Even though years have passed, and we haven’t seen each other since we were eighteen, that little school-boy crush I always had on her came roaring back tonight.

I really want her.

And it’s not just her body or to fuck her senseless I want. I want her . Her mind, her laugh, her thoughts. Everything. I want to fucking possess her, own her, but let her own me, too.

She murmurs softly in her sleep as I continue stroking her hair. I stare down at her naked body, at the stiff little pink peaks of her tits, her flat stomach, at her hidden pussy between her full thighs.

My cock starts to get hard again. It’s been getting hard, then going back to a chub, then hard again, all fucking night. I haven’t wanted to wake her, she needs to rest, but fuck .

I slide my hand from her head, down her shoulder and to her breast. I gently massage it, rubbing my thumb back and forth over her hard nipple.

Pinching it gently, I roll it between my fingers until she moans quietly, then I slide my hand down her smooth stomach and press my fingers between her legs.

Her pussy is still wet from earlier and I easily slip my finger between her lips, finding her clit. I slowly begin rubbing her in a small circle, carefully watching her face. I keep steady pressure on her, wanting to slowly build her orgasm up.

She moans again, louder, and arches her back, rubbing her round, firm ass against my cock. I slide it between her cheeks, finding pleasure at the minimum contact as I thrust against her.

Moments later, her body goes stiff. I keep rubbing her clit, a little faster now, and press my hips harder against her. I can tell she doesn’t know where she is or who she’s with. She’s suspended in those few moments of being asleep, but also awake.

“You were wet in your sleep for me,” I murmur against her neck. She shudders against me. “You’re always asking for it, aren’t you?” Recognition hits her and she relaxes against me.

“From you? Always,” she moans. She turns her head so she can find my lips with hers. I kiss her hard, forcing my fingers into her tender cunt. She whimpers into my mouth, but she takes it. She moves her leg back, draping it over mine, opening them further for me.

“Are you going to come for me again?” I murmur against her lips and she nods. “I love to watch you come. You’re so pretty, Heather. So fucking gorgeous.” Her pussy contracts around my fingers. She likes the praise.

“Reid,” she moans as she reaches her hand back, running her fingers through my hair. “It feels so good.”

“I know, baby,” I say against her lips. “I love making you feel good.” She whimpers as I find her clit with my thumb. “Let me see you come again.”

I finger her harder, rubbing against her walls as she contracts around me. She moans as she arches her back, pressing her ass against my cock again. I press my lips to her neck, gently biting down.

Finally, she shatters. It’s a gentle one, not like her others tonight. I pull my fingers from her and she grabs my wrist, bringing them to her mouth. She sucks on them, cleaning them off, making me groan.

“I need to be inside you,” I say and she nods. She spreads her legs a little more as I slide my cock into her drenched pussy from behind. “ Fuck .” I groan as I squeeze my eyes shut.

Slowly, I start moving inside her. I slide my hand under her body and wrap it around her throat, squeezing gently. My other hand grips her hip as I thrust into her. She arches back, letting me in deeper.

“More,” she says as she taps my hand. “Harder.” I squeeze her throat tighter, and she moans, her sounds filling my dark room.

“Fuck,” I groan as I pull out of her. I flip her onto her back and move between her legs. She wraps them around my waist as I slide back inside her.

“Choke me again,” she whispers. “I liked that.” I grin down at her, shaking my head.

“You’ve never been choked before?” I ask. She shakes her head.

“I told you, I’m always the one in charge,” she whispers. “I like that you’re in control.” I slam my hips harder against hers, making her cry out. “I like when you’re rough with me.” I wrap my hand around her throat and she lifts her chin, letting me get a better grip.

“God damnit,” I say as I sit back on my knees. “You’re fucking perfect, baby. So fucking perfect.” She grabs the back of her knees and pulls her legs to her chest, spreading her legs wide open for me.

I watch my cock slide in and out of her tight, little body, stretching her and filling her completely. She arches her back and I hit her at a new angle, making us both groan.

Moving my hand away from her throat, I drop back to my forearms and she moves her legs back around my waist. I rock slowly into her, something shifting between us.

“I like tonight,” she breathes. “I like being with you.”

“I like being with you, too,” I say back. “I wish I could freeze time.”

“Me too,” she whispers. I bury my face in her neck as I slide in and out of her, prolonging this for both of us.

“We can do this again,” I say against her skin. “We can have something more than this.” She shakes her head and I feel something wet slide onto my face.

“No,” she says, her voice choked. “Just tonight.” I can’t lift my head to look at her, so I press my lips to her neck, right above her pulse, feeling her heart beat for me.

We stay like that, moving slowly, our orgasms close, but far enough away to feel like this night could never end. But eventually, my cock starts to thicken.

“Come with me,” I say as I lift up to look at her. “I want to feel you come when I do.” She cups the side of my face and I press my cheek into her palm, kissing it gently. “You’re perfect.” I barely whisper.

“You are, too,” she says. Her back arches and her pussy contacts around me.

“So pretty,” I whisper. I want her to hear nice words when she shatters. I want her to hear my truth. “So sweet and funny.”

“Stop,” she says, a tear sliding down her temple. “Don’t.”

“My perfect girl,” I say, moving faster inside her. “My girl. Mine.” The words settle in the air between us as I fuck her harder. She screams, her pussy tightening. I drop my lips to hers, kissing her hard as she shatters under me.

I slam into her a final time, spilling deep inside her. Our tongues move together as we come, both of our bodies shaking. I stay inside her longer, not ready to give up this connection I feel.

When I finally lay down beside her, I gather her in my arms. She buries her face in my chest, her arm and leg draping over me as she holds onto me. I smooth my hand down her back and press my lips firmly to her forehead.

“Tonight was the best night of my life,” I say against her skin, my voice barely a whisper.

“Me too,” she says. I tighten my arms around her, holding her like she’ll slip away.

“I think we’ll see each other again,” I murmur. “This isn’t over.”