I’m dating because I know a man of my position should be dating cute women in skimpy dresses at fancy restaurants. I mean let’s face it, there’s already enough weird shit about me to make me stand out more than I ever want to. Being that weird guy who never goes out or is never seen with a hot girl on his arm is just a reputation I don’t need if I’m trying to blend in.
When I drop her back off at her apartment, she looks at me like I’m completely nuts when I politely decline her invitation to come up for for coffee ‘and maybe a little cream and sugar’. Besides it being such an over-the-top line, I’m just not interested.
I mean shit, the old me would’ve had her dress off halfway up the stairs. Hell, the old me would’ve probably fucked her in the bathroom of that 5-star restaurant. But the new me feels pulled in too many directions, and is hounded by too many demons, and is haunted by the memory of the one perfect girl who no one is ever going to replace.
And as I roar away from the redhead’s apartment, I wonder just how in the hell I’m ever going to get Reagan Archer out of my fucking head.
P R E S E N T
We’re giggling like fucking teenager as we stumble out of the shower, barely toweled off and leaving wet footprints across the carpet.
She pushes me back in this big stuffed chair by the window of her room, and before I know it, she’s kneeling at my feet. When her lips wrap around my cock, it’s fucking miles better than every single one of the multitude of fantasies I’ve had of this exact moment.
Her tongue slides across the underside of me as she begins to gently suck, and I’m just done. I’m gasping for breath with my hands running through her long red hair as she moans and swirls her tongue around me. When I warn her, she only moans louder and sucks me deeper, and I explode inside her mouth as I gasp out her name.
She giggles as she pulls away, wiping her mouth in this way that would look just plain slutty with literally any other girl in the world but her. On her it just looks incredible. She smiles shyly up at me as I try to form words though the fog in my head. Our eyes meet and then I’m pulling her up into my lap and kissing her neck and feeling her whimper softly into my ear.
“You trying to kill me, Red?” I growl, nipping at her earlobe and loving the way it makes her gasp.
“No but I’m starting to see the appeal all those other girls found in you.”
She’s giggling, teasing me, and I groan as I bring her lips to mine. “There are no other girls but you, you know that right?” She’s kissing me, and then as her hand drops to my lap she starts to giggle again.
“Oh my God-”
“What?”
She laughs - the sound so fucking beautiful and musical; “Hudson-” Her eyes are wide and her cheeks are blushing bright red as she nods at my cock, standing straight up between us.
“You’re still, um-” she trails off, and I shrug, not being able to help but add in a smug smirk at the fact that I’m still hard. Reagan bites her lip. “Do you- um, do you have one?”
Fuck. Of course I don’t. The old me had them stuffed into every pocket I owned, but of course the second the new me needs one more than a dying man needs water in the desert, I’m without. She sees the hesitation on my face and smirks as she reaches for her purse on the table next to us. Rummaging around before coming out with a little foil packet in her hand and an adorable pink glow to her cheeks. I raise my eyebrows teasingly and she rolls her eyes. “You should probably check and make sure it isn’t expired.”
She’s grinning at me as our eyes meet, and I feel so fucking close to this girl without even being inside her that it practically knocks the wind out of me. I’m not used to feeling this emotionally exposed with someone; this naked. In fact, even with all the women before, I’m fairy certain in that moment that I’ve never felt quite like this before. The sobering epiphany hits me that this is what making love feels like.
She looks at me, so innocently, and so full of need that I’m suddenly terrified of shattering everything that she is with the burden of what I carry.
“Reagan, you know we don’t have to do thi-”
“Hudson will you shut up and fuck me already?” She leans down and kisses me, sucking my lip between her teeth, and that pushes me right over the edge.
I tear open the packet and roll the condom down over my length before my hands are grabbing her ass and moving her up to my tip as she squeals. And then I’m feeling her slide down onto me, and it’s like heaven and I could die right here.
She’s like warm silk around me as we move together like the movement of an ocean; rocking together like a tide upon a shore. I’m gentle at first, but the way she starts to dig her fingernails into my shoulders and the way she bounces up and down my length making these sexy as hell little cooing sounds has me grabbing her harder and pumping my hips to meet hers. She grinding against me and whimpering as my hands grab the soft skin of her ass hard enough to leave marks as I start to fuck her hard.