Chapter Fourteen

Reed

I don't know what happened to Tate, but I lost her back there.

My hand rests on her lap, my thumb gently rubbing her thigh, and I keep it there for the entire drive home.

The driveway is empty, so I park on a patch of gravel along the side near a row of trees. When I turn off the engine, the car falls silent along with the radio. Glancing over, I wait for her to say something, but she remains quiet.

"You want to talk about whatever I said that bothered you?" I ask gently.

She shakes her head. "It's not you, Reed. I know you'd never say or do anything to hurt me."

"Okay, but something changed in you, and I'd like to know what it was so I don't do it again."

"It's really nothing. It just triggered a memory that I'd rather not revisit or discuss right now, especially now that we're home."

"Will you look at me, please?"

She turns to face me, her eyes sparkling beneath the motion light on the front of the garage.

"I don't know if this is breaking one of your rules, but I'm hoping we can pretend those don't exist for the rest of the night."

"Okay?"

I recline the seat and gesture for her to climb into my lap. She eyes me for a moment.

"C'mere," I mutter softly. She finally gives in, unhooking her seat belt and scrambling over the center console into my lap.

"You do realize we have the whole house to ourselves, right? Think of all the places we could be right now, and you want to be like two horny teenagers in the front seat of your car."

I chuckled. "Yeah, maybe I do. Now quit talking and get over here and kiss me."

She presses her lips together, and I glide my hands up her thighs and grip her hips, urging her closer to me. She leans in until only a few inches separate us.

"Can we pretend your rules don't exist? For tonight."

"Why?"

"Stop asking so many damn questions and kiss me already."

She giggles, and I slide my hand across her cheek, guiding her down until our lips finally meet. As I part my lips and brush my tongue against hers, she melts into the kiss.

I moan when her tongue flicks against mine, her hips grinding over me, and I'm beginning to wonder how much longer I can keep my composure with her pressed so close to me.

When a low groan vibrates against my lips, I know it's time for us to get inside. I don't want to end up finishing before we ever get started. Tate doesn't hesitate when I suggest we move this inside. I help her out of the car and lead her toward the house.

"Where do you…?" she asks after kicking her shoes off by the door.

"Let's go upstairs to my room."

As much as I'd like to fuck her on every surface of this house, I want to have her in a bed this first time. Where I can enjoy every inch of her.

When we step outside my room, she nervously plays with her fingers while I unlock my bedroom door.

"Why do you lock your door?" she questions.

I shrug. "We all do. Sometimes we have people over, and I have too much equipment in here that I don't want messed with."

Her brows furrowed in confusion, and I pushed the door open, holding my hand out for her to go ahead of me.

"Holy smokes," she mutters as her eyes land on my three large computer screens. "What is all this?"

"My computer," I explain.

"They look like TVs." She giggles. "What do you need all this for?"

"Gaming, work." I shrug. "You know I'm a computer science and engineering major, right?"

She nods, walking over to my computer and running her finger along the keys.

"This is neat. I like the lights," she murmurs. "Do you have any cameras in here or anything?"

"Like a webcam, you mean?" I'm taken back by her question.

"Yeah."

"I have one, but it's unplugged and in my closet. I don't plug it in unless I'm using it for a job or something."

"What sort of jobs?"

I don't want to lie to her, but I'm not ready to disclose the nature of my work either. Hell, my roommates don't even know the full extent.

I've only mentioned taking on some contractor work to avoid more student loans, aside from the scholarships I've received.

After the shit that went down with Hayes last season, they've probably figured out more now. But they don't ask questions, and I prefer to keep it that way.

"Mostly helping companies with building and enhancing security systems."

Her brows lift in interest. "Wow, that's pretty neat."

There's a mirage of questions written on her face. I've said too much already, and I'm not sure how to steer this away if we go any deeper.

Crossing the room, I reach for her hand and lead her over to the side of my bed.

"Take off my hoodie and everything underneath," I instruct.

She hesitates for a moment, gripping the hem of the sweatshirt that falls at about mid-thigh. When I slip my hand between her legs and up her thigh, she gives in, lifts the material over her head, and drops it on the floor.

Her movements are slow as she removes her shirt next, leaving her standing in the black bra she was wearing earlier today.

"Let me see all of you," I say softly. "You're beautiful, Tate. You don't have to be shy, not with me."

She lifts her hand to the clasp at the center and unhooks it, and I moan at the sight of her tits bouncing free. Her pale pink nipples are soft, but they harden under my heated stare. I relent, giving in to flick my tongue over the tip.

Tate moans, her fingers threading through my hair, dragging her nails over my scalp, and holding me against her.

I alternate between hard and soft movements, and she trembles when I trace my tongue around the peak before sliding my hands down her sides to grip her hips.

When I break away, she reaches between us to unbutton her jeans. I help her, easing them over her hips until they fall to the floor.

I press my forehead against her stomach and inhale her scent.

She's turned on. I can smell it, and my mouth waters to taste her again.

I brush my finger over the front of her panties, her wetness seeping through the material and coating my finger.

"You're so fucking wet, baby. Look at you." She thrusts her hips toward me, and I give in, slipping my finger beneath the silk fabric to rub her clit.

"Oh God, that feels so good."

She wraps her palms around my neck and bends forward to kiss me again. My dick is as hard as steel in my pants.

I told myself if we ever got this moment, I'd take my time and enjoy every second. I don't want to rush it, but I'm dying to feel her tight warm pussy around me.

When she kneels on the floor in front of me and reaches for the button on my jeans, I know I'm a fuckin' goner.

Her fingers tremble, but she doesn't stop. I watch her unzip them and slip her fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs. I lift my hips enough to help her yank them to my knees.

My hard dick springs free, and I grip it in my tight fist. A bead of precum oozes from the tip, and I notice Tatum eyes it, her tongue flicking against her lips.

She leans onto her haunches, and I stand, lining myself up with her mouth.

"The next time I come, it's going to be when I'm buried deep inside you." My voice drops low. Her eyes flutter, and she nods. "Open your mouth, though, and I'll let you have a taste."

She sits up on her knees again, bringing her right in line with my waist. She flicks her tongue out over the head, and I groan again.

When she wraps her lips around me and sucks, her eyes flash up to me, and I grit my teeth, struggling to maintain control.

Something about seeing me out of my mind for her seems to spur her on as she tests how much she can take, going until she's taken damn near all of me.

"Goddamn, sweetheart, you're trying to kill me, aren't you?" I mutter. "Look at you, so damn pretty taking me deep. Fuck, I can feel the back of your throat."

She pulls off, inhaling a deep breath. A string of her saliva falls from her mouth and onto her chest. I swipe my thumb along her chin and push it back into her mouth, and she sucks on it.

"Nuh-uh," I tsk, lining my dick up at her mouth. "One more time, and then I want you to climb on top of me."

She sticks out her tongue and stares up at me, waiting for me to thrust into her mouth once more.

I'm playing a dangerous game with her right now. Her hands grip my thighs, guiding my movements. When she lifts her hand between my legs to cup my balls, I pull out fast and squeeze the tip to stop myself from coming.

"Stand up, Tate. Right now."

She hums, pushes herself to her feet, and kicks her clothes out of the way.

I toe off my jeans and collapse on the center of the bed, wrapping my hand around my dick. It's slick with her spit and my fists glides effortlessly. She watches me intently as I do.

"Hand me my wallet quickly, will ya? I forgot about a condom."

She bends down, her ass in the air right in front of me, and I'm thinking about how maybe I'd rather bend her over the side of the bed first when she tosses the rubber at me.

"Get up here," I groan, ripping the package open and effortlessly rolling it down my length.

She straddles me, leaning forward to kiss me again. I don't move, enjoying the taste of her and the feel of her chest pressed against mine.

When she rights herself, positioning herself over me, a wave of pleasure ripples through me. My mouth drops open as she takes me slowly until she's seated to the hilt.

She lifts her hands to her breasts, and I moan, watching her tweak her nipples. When she lifts off me and crashes down in my lap, hard and fast, I realize I won't be lasting long.

My thumb finds her swollen bud, and she grinds her hips, her movements sharp and jerky.

"Talk to me, Reed," she moans. "Let me hear you."

I sit up, wrapping my arm around her waist, and roll us until she's pinned beneath me.

"You want to hear me, sweetheart?" I mutter into her ear. "I can barely think or form a sentence with how good your sweet pussy clenching feels, and you want me to talk dirty in your ear?"

She loops her legs around my waist, her arms following them, keeping us pressed together.

My moans pick up, intermixed with the warmth of my breath. Her pussy clenches around me.

"Oh God, just like that," she pleads. "Harder, Reed. Fuck me harder."

"Mmm, is this what you were thinking about when you were using that vibrator on this sweet pussy?" I groan.

Her body trembles and her nails claw against my back. She's so damn close, and I'm not far behind her.

"You know how hard it's been lying in bed at night, picturing you on the other side of this wall? I'm stuck with my hand getting off to the thought of you with your vibrator. The taste of your pussy, though, Tate, tight around my hard dick. You feel better than I could've ever imagined."

"I'm gonna come," she rattles off. "I'm close. I'm gonna come."

"Let me hear you, baby. I want to feel you come with me."

Her fingers score my back, and my thrusts pick up in pace. I don't move my mouth away from her ear.

"Anytime you want, Tate. Anytime you're lying in your bed, and you think about touching this sweet pussy, I want you to sneak into my room and climb on top of me. Let me take care of you."

"Oh God," she cries.

"Let me bury my face between your legs, and you can ride my fingers until you come."

Her body tenses, and her pussy clenches, and her moans turn into deep groans. Goddamn, I can't hold it in anymore. I thrust into her hard until I'm following her, our release like a storm, pulling us under together.

I collapsed onto the bed next to her, looping my arm around her waist and tugging her until she's molded against me.

After our breathing evens out, I'm starting to think she fell asleep until her nails lightly trail over my forearm.

"Give me a few minutes, sweetheart, and I'll be ready for round two."

Her mouth drops open, and she turns to look at me.

"Round two? Already?"

I nod. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."