It never even occurs to me to look back at the crystal devil.
25
Vandy
Reyn puts the Jeep into park and cuts the ignition. The parking lot is dark and deserted, nothing but the tall rise of buzzing sodium lights scattered here and there. Fleeing the Alumni house was easy. We hadn’t made a sound. But inside, I was a tangled mess of want, praying that Reyn wasn’t just going to drive me home.
I can’t believe that twenty minutes ago, I had Reynolds McAllister’s dick in my mouth.
I guess I always expected that giving a guy a blowjob would be tiresome and unpleasant. The reality was much different, though. Reyn pulsing hard between my lips, the way his hips kept hitching forward, like he couldn’t help it. The way his hand felt on the back of my neck, not pressing or insistent, but just there to make contact. The sounds he made—God—like something was torturing him. I did that. I made his knees tremble. I’m the reason his face collapsed into that agonized expression of ecstasy. I’m the one who tasted his release, the one he kissed so sweetly afterward with that wrung-out look on his face.
All of it coalesced like a lightning bolt striking right between my legs, and now I’m squirming, my core still throbbing in distressed wait.
Fortunately, he’d pulled the car into here.
Now we’re sitting in the dark, a sea of cracked concrete spread out all around us. He’d pulled his hood up to leave Preston House and it’s still like that, shielding his expression from me. I have no idea how to ask for what I want, because I can’t totally parse it myself. I just know if he doesn’t touch me soon, I might die.
I look over at him, but he’s already unbuckling his seatbelt and turning to me, pushing a sucking kiss to my mouth. I meet him in the middle, fingers tangling in his sweater, holding him close.
“Christ, you’re so fucking—” He sighs, hand coming down to cup me, right between my legs. He never finishes and I need to know what he was about to say, but the world seems to narrow down to the heel of his palm, rubbing rough and insistent against me. “Want me to…?” He trails off, fingering the button of my jeans.
My breath escapes in a loud gust. “Yes.”
He makes short work of it, pulling down my zipper and then stuffing his hand inside. I raise my hips into it, the feel of his fingers sliding through all my messy wetness. I take in his breath as our kiss stalls.
His eyes fall closed on a jaw-clenched groan. “Fuck, I love how wet you get.”
I’m too slack-mouthed and breathless to answer back, but when my eyes drop to his hand, I gasp a sharp, “Reyn.” His wrist is trapped beneath my panties, hand disappearing inside, and I can see the way he’s moving it beneath the denim, these tight little circles over my clit. The sight of it makes my brow screw up in pleasure.
“Don’t,” he says when my chest hitches with a bitten-off sound. “Let me hear you, baby.”
It’s easy to forget that we can be loud here, that no one is around to catch us. I brace my hand on the fogged-up window, leaving a smudged print, and finally moan the way I want to. It’s shrill and frantic, laced with an embarrassing amount of urgency.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “You like that? Does it feel good?”
Reyn, I’ve found, is a talker. It drives me crazy, the way his smooth, deep voice sounds in my ear when we’re doing stuff like this. It drives me crazier that I’m never coherent enough to meet it.
I nod dumbly, tongue wetting my lips. “Y-yes.”
I know he doesn’t have much space to work with here, and I briefly consider lifting my hips and pushing my pants away. But with a jerk of his hand, a slow slide, he somehow manages to sink one of his fingers into me, knuckle deep.
That already has me barreling toward the edge, legs trembling when I buck into it, moving my hips with his rhythm, chasing the sensation.
And then his lips come up to my ear, voice gruff. “Is it my turn to give you head now?”
I clamp my hand hard around his wrist when I come, pressing it close as I grind up against it, crying out. Just the thought of his face buried between my legs, those green eyes burning up at me, has me falling. ‘Earth-shattering’ is such a cliché, but that’s exactly how it feels, like the ground is quaking beneath me as I fall over the edge, thighs clenching. It’s almost better than the last time he did this, and that’s…
That’s saying a lot.
Reyn buries a warm chuckle into my throat. “Maybe next time.”
It takes me a ridiculously long time to shudder through the aftershocks, lungs sucking in these frenetic little gasps. I can’t seem to let his wrist go. “Oh my god, you’re so good at that.” I’m not sure where Reyn got the nuclear launch codes to my vagina, but here we are.
“Yeah?” he asks, his palm giving me another one of those crazy-making grinds.
I whimper in response, over-sensitive, but somehow unwilling to let him go. “So good,” I emphasize.
It’s difficult to let his hand slide out of my pants, but the way he licks soft and slow into my mouth soothes the loss.