Even though I’d taken off my clothes just minutes after I arrived, this was the first moment I truly felt naked.
Reeve stared at me, unflinching. Nothing softened or changed in his features, but when he spoke, his tone was grittier, more threadbare, as if my plea had somehow made him more vulnerable too. “In that case, all that’s left is the screen test.”
I searched his eyes looking for the invitation that I assumed his words gave. When I wasn’t sure whether I found it or not, I took a guess and dropped to my knees in front of him, reaching for the drawstring at his waist.
He brushed my hand away. “No.” But before I could let frustration take hold of me, he clarified. “I’m certain your mouth feels good. I’ve kissed it and I have a good imagination. I’m more curious about your cunt.”
Then I had read him right. Hallefreakinlujah. Because I didn’t want to wait anymore. My body was ready and needy and I wanted him inside me more than I wanted my next breath.
I leaned back on my elbows, spread my legs, and trailed one finger up the length of my bare slit. “Well, here it is,” I said with a naughty smile.
Reeve’s eyes grew dark and narrow.
Then, without warning, he was on me, holding me down on the rough concrete, my arms pinned at my sides as he hovered inches above me. His expression, though filled with lust, was hard and angry. “Don’t tease me. Don’t ever tease me. I take what I want, when I want, how I want. Don’t ever believe that anything you do can influence my actions. Is that clear?”
I swallowed, fear and excitement coursing through me with equal ferocity. “Yes.”
“Who’s the director?”
“You.” I barely managed not to stutter, and hell if I wasn’t wetter than I’d been all morning.
He nodded once, sharply. “I’m going to fuck you now. I’m not going to wear a condom. I’ve seen your health records —”
I was too surprised to think before cutting him off. “You’ve seen my health records?”
He clamped his hand, hard, over my mouth. Then he loosened his grip, letting his fingers tug at my lower lip. “I’m not sure you understand who I am yet, Emily.”
My heart pounded in my ears. “I’m learning.”
Reeve trailed his fingers lower, down my neck, over the space where my pulse fluttered in my throat. “No. You aren’t yet. But you will.”
But you will. The words were a promise I ached for him to fulfill. I wanted him to show me and teach me and correct me. I wanted to learn to please him with a desperation I couldn’t explain.
He pressed his pelvis into mine and I could feel the throb of his cock against my center through the thin barrier of his trunks. “Still want this?”
“More than ever.”
His lip turned up in an appreciative grin while his hand reached down to undo his trunks. “I’m not concerned whether it feels good for you or not.”
“What happened to your fucking being of value to both partners?” As soon as I said it, I realized I was pushing my limits.
But Reeve only smirked. “This isn’t my screen test. It’s yours. I don’t give value until I know it’s deserved.”
Perhaps it wasn’t the best time to throw his words back at him, but out they came. “Awfully confident, aren’t you? Some people might call it egotistical.”
“Emily —” It was a sharp warning, but I swore I saw amusement behind his eyes.
Still, I’d gone too far. And I didn’t even know why. I just couldn’t help myself, as though I thought that if I fought against him until the very last moment that I’d somehow hate myself less for it when I finally gave in.
Or maybe that wasn’t it at all. Maybe I simply knew how good it would finally feel to submit, how rewarding. And it scared me. Scared me almost as much as the idea of not having it at all.
I was so aroused. Every cell in my being was on fire, ready to combust. And Reeve was there, on top of me, telling me he would have me and all I had to do was let him. “Okay, okay,” I said, serious now. “No teasing.”
“Good girl.” He braced his elbows on the ground at either side of my head, then nudged my thighs apart with his knee and settled between them. I could feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, could feel it twitch as his eyes scoured over my lips and breasts – lips he had yet to kiss today, breasts he had yet to touch or lick.
That was when I understood that he wouldn’t. Not this time. He wouldn’t caress or explore my body, wouldn’t indulge even though I could tell he wanted to. He was going to make this as sterile as possible, for what reason, I didn’t know. To say that he denied himself? As some sort of self-challenge? To prove a point?
Whatever his motive, I couldn’t go along with it. I needed release. I was too wound up, too painfully turned on. At the risk of crossing the line again, I asked, “Any problem if I concern myself with it? With feeling good?”
He hesitated only a fraction of a second. “By all means, go ahead.”
One hand clutching to his shoulder, I lowered my other hand and pressed my thumb to my clit just as he shoved up and inside me. I cried out in surprise, but also in a bit of pain and a whole lot of pleasure. I hadn’t been exactly prepared, and damn, he was hung. Or he just filled me in the right way. I didn’t know since I hadn’t actually seen him.
Reeve locked his eyes with mine. Though he said nothing, I could see that he was just as shocked as I was by… by what? The initial contact? The fit? The electricity that radiated in waves from where we were finally joined? Jesus, he wasn’t even moving yet.