Oh God.
I’m not sure I can lie here, silent and still, while he plays with me. But I try my best, pressing my lips together to trap the moans building in my throat as two of his fingers slide through my folds and dip inside me.
“You’re so fucking tight, Olivia. Imagine it’s my dick filling you up, fucking you. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweet cheeks?”
I nod, focusing on the way he touches me, how expertly his thumb circles my clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.
His other hand collars my throat again, twisting my face enough that he can kiss me—dirty, wet kisses that leave me panting for more.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” Hunger blazes in his eyes as he watches me while he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
“Think you can take a third?” he asks, and I murmur some incoherent words, too lost in the sensations battering me.
“That’s it, sweet cheeks. Let me in.” He pushes a third finger into me, curling them deep and rubbing that spot deep inside.
“God,” I moan, and his hand slides up my jaw and clamps over my mouth.
“Be. Quiet,” he warns, working me faster, his thumb and fingers playing my body with perfect synchronicity.
It’s too much and not nearly enough, but all too soon, my stomach coils tightly, pleasure pooling inside me.
“I’m coming.” The words are drowned out against his palm and my legs begin to tremble, an intense wave cresting over me.
Reese doesn’t let up though, wrecking me in the best possible way until I’m a breathless, sated mess in his arms.
“Think you can be quiet now?” he asks quietly, and I nod. His hand slips from my mouth, but he collars my throat again, tipping my head back. “You’re fucking ruining me,” he whispers, kissing me.
“I’m ruining you?” My brow arches and he chuckles.
“You got what you wanted, little liar. Now go back to sleep.”
“You’ll stay for a while?” I ask, not ready for this moment to be over.
He rolls his eyes at me, but I see the glint of possessiveness there. “Yeah, I’ll stay. Now sleep.”
Between the heat of his body cocooning mine and the post-orgasm endorphins saturating my body, my eyes barely close before I fall into oblivion.
* * *
“Olivia, sweetheart, how are you feeling?” A voice startles me and my eyes fly open. “W-what?”
“The fuck?” Reese grumbles from beside me right as Fiona calls, “Olivia,” again.
“Shit, shit.” I bolt upright. “Reese, wake up. Your mum—”
“Olivia, sweetie. Are you awake?”
“Fuck.” His eyes find me, wild and full of panic. ‘What do I do?’ he mouths, and my eyes dart around my bedroom.
“The bathroom. Go hide in the bathroom.” I start pushing him out of bed and he growls under his breath.
“It’s not my fault you overslept,” I snap back, all the ways this could play out running through my head.
None of them are good.
I’d been so happy last night when Reese climbed into bed with me, but even I can appreciate this is a clusterfuck.
Reese grabs his jeans off the floor and his t-shirt and shoots me a displeased look as he dives for the bathroom.