If only I’d known how prophetic his words would turn out to be, though not at all in the way Reeve had implied.
2
“Oh, God, Reeve. Yes! Right there.” I fist my hands in his hair as his tongue feasts on my pussy like I’m the most exquisite filet from the best Michelin-starred restaurant. Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he continues to work me over until I’m a quivering mess of cells writhing on his king-sized bed. “Holy fuck. You are getting so good at that,” I pant, pushing strands of my messy dark hair out of my hazel eyes.
“We aim to please.” He smirks as he kicks his jeans to one side before crawling over me.
“We?” I quirk a brow as I push up on my elbows.
He grips his long, hard, straining length. “My cock and I.”
“That should be a movie.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s some porn out there with that title,” he says, lining his erection up at my entrance. He holds still, hovering over me. “You okay?” he asks, like he always does, and my heart swells, like usual.
“Get in me already,” I demand, sliding my hands over the dips and curves of his abs.
“So bossy and so greedy.” He grins, driving inside me in one confident thrust.
I close my eyes, as my limbs melt into the bed, savoring the feel of him inside me. Every time we have sex, I feel like we couldn’t get any closer, and I’m always wrong, because each time gets better and better.
“Fuck, Viv,” Reeve says, slowly moving in and out of me. “How do you feel so incredible?” Leaning down, he kisses me slow and deep, and my fingers sweep over the velvety-soft hair at the nape of his neck.
“I’m glad we waited until the time was right,” I purr into his ear, bucking my hips as he rocks in and out of me. Reeve is always so careful with me. Making love to me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. I’m usually the greedy shrew begging him to go faster, thrust harder.
“It was more than worth the wait.” He plants a slew of drugging kisses along my neck.
Reeve and I have been best friends since we were little kids. His mom was my mom’s best friend, and both sets of parents were close. When Reeve’s mom, Felicia, died giving birth to him, his dad struggled to cope, so my mom stepped in, making sure Reeve was a part of our family, including him so he wouldn’t be left out or made to feel lonely on nights when his father worked late and he only had the staff and his nanny for company. Gradually, Reeve spent more and more time at our house. He even has his own bedroom, which my parents updated as he grew older.
My earliest memories all include Reeve, and he’s been an intricate part of my life. First as my best friend, and then as my boyfriend.
We made things official when we were fourteen, but we had shared some spine-tingling kisses before that. Things were hot and heavy for a long time until we decided to lose our virginity to one another a few months before my seventeenth birthday. Reeve would have taken the plunge earlier, but I was nervous, and I didn’t want to disappoint my parents who had asked us to slow things down. Legal age of consent is eighteen in Cali, but neither of us could wait any longer. I’m lucky my parents are so progressive and they trust us. Mom helped me to get on the pill, and she regularly subjects us to safe-sex lectures. While she lets me sleep over at Reeve’s house on weekends, she has a strict no-fraternization policy during the week, which we both respect.
My cell vibrates on the bedside table, but I ignore it, getting lost in the sensations my guy is conjuring from my pliable body. Reeve quickens his pace as my legs wrap around his back, and I dig my heels into his gorgeous ass. His mouth lowers to my chest, and he lavishes attention on my breasts as my cell continues to vibrate.
“You need to get that?” he asks, while sucking on my nipple.
“Nope, and don’t you dare stop.” I reach over and switch my cell off.
My hands roam his back as he pivots his hips, thrusting harder inside me, and I arch my spine, moaning as I feel another orgasm building. Sinking my teeth into his shoulder, I suck on his skin.
“Don’t mark me,” he warns, panting as he plunges inside me. “Remember I’ve got more auditions next week.”
“No fair.” I pout, wishing I could leave my mark on him so the actresses he’s testing against next week understand he is all mine.
Reeve’s cell vibrates in the pocket of his pants, and we groan.
“I’m nearly there,” he says, sitting back a little so he can thrust into me at the right angle. He rubs my clit as he rocks into me. “Let’s come together.”