Even though we’re hidden behind a tree and there’s darkness around, we’re still out in the open. We’re still entwined around each other and if anyone walks by, it might look like we’re doing something… illicit.
Something that should be done behind closed doors.
But I don’t care.
I’ve kept my feelings so well hidden up until now, I don’t want to hide them anymore.
I don’t want to cover them up again. I don’t want to cover how I am with him, so different, so shameless, so full of happiness and peace.
Sohis.
Finally,finallyhe palms a tit in his rough hand and says, “Fucking your tits.”
I arch into his ministrations. “Oh, I knew about that.”
He chuckles softly. “Yeah, that’s a pretty popular one with me. Right up there, in my top five.”
“You have a top five.”
“I have a top ten,” he corrects me. “But we’ll go with five for now.”
Biting my lip, I go, “What else?”
At this, he moves his hungry eyes away from my tits and goes to my braid. It’s half loosened and draped over my shoulder, the tail brushing his torso.
He picks it up and wraps it around his wrist like he did the night of his fight. He takes a whiff, a snort and rubs it on his lips. And I think that this is the hottest thing that I’ve ever seen; I thought the same thing that night as well.
That nothing in this world is hotter, sexier than Reign Davidson smelling my hair, slathering my scent all over his beautiful face. And I fist his t-shirt at his shoulders, squirming against him.
Which makes him open his eyes, all dark and dilated.
Then, “Fucking your hair. But you already knew that too.”
I hiccup. “B-but I don’t know how you’d do that.”
Which makes him chuckle again. This one’s tortured as well as he says, “Well, I’m good at improvising. But I think I’d start with rubbing my dick in it. In your honey-blonde hair. Making it all wet and messy with my pre-cum.” He tugs on my braid, watching his dusky hand around my strands. “And then I’d take a fistful of it and wrap it around my thick meat. And then I’d hump it. I’d hump your hair like I hump my fist thinking about it. And then I’d blow in five fucking seconds.”
I swallow. “F-five seconds?”
“Yeah.” He looks up. “If I get to fuck your hair, Bubblegum, I’m coming all over it in less than five seconds.”
“But it takes me a really long time t-to tie my braids.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m counting on,” he says, his eyes both intense and amused. “I’m counting on the fact that it takes my good girl at least a fucking hour to do her hair. Because that’ll make it even more fun for me to mess it up.”
I frown when I feel him tug my braid again.
I also moan, all horny, at the prospect of him ruining my hair.
“That’s just mean,” I tell him.
Which makes him chuckle again. “Well, what if I told you it’s good for your hair?”
“You fucking it?”
His mouth pulls up in a lopsided smirk. “Yeah, and coming all over it.”
“I —”