On The Edge, page 22
“It stops right here,” he promises strongly, his fingers biting into the top of my thigh. “I can promise you from here on out, I’ll do every single thing in my power to prove to you that I’m all in. I can promise you until I’m blue in the face, but only my actions will prove to you how serious I am. Just give me time, baby. Time to show you.”
Gently, I rake my fingers through his hair and watch with rapt awe as his eyes flutter closed. The tension between us shifts.
Just slightly, but enough to have a big impact.
It’s no longer desperate for resolution, but now needy for each other. He’s on his knees in front of me. When has this man ever done that, period? And he’s doing it to beg me for forgiveness?
Reis got on his knees to prove to me he can change. To prove to me that he can give over the control when it calls for it.
It might bite me in the ass, but…I believe him. I can see that he understands why I freaked out, and he’s willing to change to make it so it doesn’t happen again.
“How are you going to make it up to me?” I say, my voice low and soft as I take one finger to tip his chin up so he’s looking at me. Reis' eyes darken and his mouth opens as he catches my meaning.
I bite my lip and touch my thigh.
There’s so much being said between us without a word being spoken.
Reis leans down slowly, and places an open mouth kiss on the spot I touched. He looks at me, mesmerized and waiting for me to tell him what to do next.
I pull up the shirt I’m wearing–Adam’s shirt–just enough to expose my stomach, and my hip bone. Silently, I tap right above the band of Markus' boxers that I commandeered as sleep shorts.
Reis leans in, staring at me until the last possible moment, and silently presses a hot kiss there.
Goddamn it. His lips… My eyes flutter closed at the contact. His soft lips, his hot tongue, his fingers gripping me tightly, the soft strands of his hair in between my fingers.
Reis Mathers, on his knees. For me.
It’s incredibly fucking hot. A kink I didn’t know I had until this exact moment.
He sits back, lips wet, and waits for me again. His eyes are wild and I’m sure mine match. I pull the collar of my shirt down, exposing my collarbone.
“Kiss me, here,” I whisper.
Reis reaches up as I lean down, and he seals his lips to my skin, kissing and nipping, pulling the skin into his mouth as he sucks and laps at my skin.
The way he’s groaning as he works my body… My own breathy moans leave my lips as my head falls back. Reis' hand comes up to my neck and he presses the sides just enough to send a thrill through me.
When he releases my collarbone with a pop, I open my eyes to look at him.
And what a sight to see.
He’s breathing just as unsteadily as I am, waiting to see what the next move is, what I want next. He’s not taking, he’s showing me that he can wait, that he can listen. Reis' hands move to my hips, dragging me forward so that our chests barely touch. Our breaths intermingle as the tension between us grows so thick I nearly can’t breathe.
My gaze is locked on his lips. I’m dying to taste them again, but I want to see where this goes.
How far Reis will take this.
I press my hand to my boxers-covered pussy. Reis watches me, his stare intense and so fucking sexy, as I move my hand lower. I drag one finger over my lips and when I see him bite his lip, I know he can see the small wet patch there. Reis' throat bobs as he swallows, before he looks up at me through his long, dark eyelashes.
“Are you sure?” he whispers huskily.
“Don’t you want to make it up to me?” I tilt my head with a bratty smirk, leaning back on my hands expectantly.
“I do. Fuck, I do,” he growls. Reis slips his hands gently up the outsides of my thighs, causing goosebumps to break out after his fingers. He moves under the boxers I stole, and he makes this grunt-groan when he finds out I’m not wearing anything underneath.
I want to hear that sound again.
Lifting my hips so he can pull everything off me, leaving me naked except for Adam’s shirt.
Reis sits back on his heels, looking at me – at the most sensitive part of me; open and wet for him, with reverence. His reaction makes me feel confident, so I fan my legs out and spread myself so that he can see everything. As I do that, his shoulders dip so low it looks like he’s going to fall to the ground.
“Oh my god,” he groans.
“Show me how sorry you are,” I lift my chin as I speak. Talk about feeling fucking empowered.
Reis nods excitedly and wraps his arms around my thighs, lifting me up so my back hits the mattress and I’m folded in half.
“I’ve been thinking about this since I was seventeen,” he whispers against my pussy.
“Well then,” I say with a catch in my breath, breaking the facade that I’m not affected by him at all because, my fucking god, I’m about to melt. “Show me exactly what you thought about.”
“Gladly,” he says, and dives in. His lips on my pussy make me jump before I fall back against the bed with a moan leaving my lips. Reis' bending me in half–knees to my chest–and I can see every expression on his face, every flicker of his eyes as he drinks in the view of me spread before him. My fingers hold his around my thighs, and I help him keep my thighs up while digging my nails into the back of his hands.
I washed off before I left Markus' room this morning, but if he can taste anything but me, Reis doesn’t comment. And that thought makes my eyes roll back further.
“Fuck, Melody, sing for me, come on, baby girl,” he groans, slipping in tongue into my opening so deeply and licking upwards inside so his tongue finds that perfect spot. What the hell? My eyes roll back and I moan loudly.
“Don’t stop, Reis, right there,” I cry out his name and my walls clench around his tongue. Reis' growl vibrates against my clit and I buck into his hold.
He leans back just enough for me to see his eyes, dark and hungry, as his chin shines in the light. He’s covered in me and looks… fucking predatory.
Deliriously hot.
“You’re going to listen to me and do what I say, understand?” he commands, voice lowering incredibly deep. His voice is so dark, I almost don’t recognize it. But when one of his eyebrows lifts like he’s challenging me not to question him, I melt.
“Yes,” I squeak, nodding.
“Lay back, hands touch the headboard, legs stay open. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re never going to think of leaving us,” Reis growls, pulling his shirt off over his head in one smooth motion.
“I wasn’t–” Thank fuck I have a birth control implant. It's definitely getting a workout today.
“Now,” he snaps and I jump into action, scrambling backwards until my head hits the pillow. Reaching back, I find the hard wood of the headboard and wrap my fingers around the top. “Look at you. Good girl.”
My eyes close as I try to minimize my reaction to those words, but he catches it.
Of course he does.
“You like that? Being my good girl?” His hands slide up my spread legs as his words wash over me, a soft moan leaving my lips. “Yeah, you like it.”
“I like it,” I repeat, nodding quickly.
“Keep listening and following directions, and I’ll call you my good girl all day long.” He leans down, punctuating his words with a kiss to my upper thigh while his fingertips trace my seam. “You’re so wet, baby. Is all this for me?”
I nod quickly, speaking breathlessly, “All for you.”
He smiles, a sinister smile that promises deliciously wicked pleasure, and slips one finger into my heat.
My mouth opens as I gasp and his lips cover mine, stealing the breath from my lungs. God, I have to touch him. I need to touch him.
But it’s like he can feel what I’m thinking because he pulls back and tsks.
“Hands on the headboard until I say. Do not move.” His words are clear orders and I feel like I should be fighting back against him a little more, but Reis… There's always been something about Reis that’s dominant in a way that leaves me breathless. Then he smirks at me, and my heart stutters.
“Keep your hands there until I tell you. Prove to me that you can listen to me, and I promise, I’ll make you feel so fucking good,” he growls in my ear, hovering just enough over me that I can feel his weight against me.
“Yes,” I say dumbly, nodding quickly.
“You’ll listen?”
“I’ll listen,” I whisper breathlessly.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear, his breath warming my neck as he moves down and nips the skin there.
“Oh my god,” I moan, arching my back so my chest presses into his as his teeth at my neck hold me in place.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” he grunts into my neck, his hips grinding into mine. Reis thrusts his finger in time with his hips grinding against me, and I’ve never wanted to wrap my legs around a man’s waist more. “You can take a little more, just a little more. That’s it, Melody, another one,” his raspy voice mutters in my ear, and I nod over and over.
“Yes, please. Give me more, Reis, please.”
“You sound so pretty when you beg,” he growls and slips another finger into my pussy, and I whine at the stretch. “Look at you, taking three of my fingers so nicely. Do you think you can take my cock now, baby?”
“I can, I can take it,” I say quickly, breathlessly.
“I know you will. I’ll make it fit.” He presses a deep kiss to my lips. I can taste myself on him before he pulls back, using his free hand to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. “Take me out,” he orders, but doesn’t take his fingers from my heat. When I look at him, wondering if he’s going to, he smirks and stops moving. “Keep them warm and wet.”
I sit up quickly, leaning forward as he curls his fingers and I mewl.
“Oh god,” I groan.
“Come on, Melody, take my cock out. Quickly.”
“Yes, sir,” I say quickly, unthinkingly, and Reis stops.
“What did you call me?” He asks gruffly and for a moment I’m worried. Worried I’ve ruined this, but then I see the heat in his eyes.
“Sir,” I repeat so quietly I almost sound shy, moving my hand under his waistband, brushing past the coarse hair to the hardness I knew I’d find.
Goddamn, he’s big.
Maybe not as long as Kai, but he’s definitely got girth and a curve that I know is going to feel so damn good. I stroke him softly in his pants and his fingers in my pussy stall as he shudders.
Gently, I pull his cock free from his boxers and it stands free from its confines. My mouth waters.
“Suck me, Melody. Get me wet, love,” he orders and I’m all too happy to oblige. I bend down, hunching awkwardly, but my lips seal around his cock. I can feel the steel hardness under my tongue. Right as I’m getting used to his fingers just keeping me stuffed, he twists them in and out like a corkscrew, and it takes everything I have to not cry out.
Instead, I take him back as far into my mouth as I can at this angle, and make sure to get his dick sloppy. Reis threads his fingers into my hair, not pushing me down, but holding me in place while he moans my name to the ceiling.
Right as I’m about to speed up my movements, he rips his fingers from me and pushes my shoulders against the bed.
“Alright, baby, that’s enough. Otherwise I’m going to fuck your throat before I fuck your pussy, and that just can’t happen. Not yet,” he growls, sliding the tip of his dick up my leg until it brushes my wet slit. We both shiver at the contact.
“Do you want this?” He whispers hotly in my ear, rolling his body against mine. “If you tell me to stop, we’ll stop right now. No hard feelings and we can try again when you’re ready. But if you want this, with me—”
“I want this. Right now,” I cut him off, surging forward and kissing him to shut down that train of thought.
“Good,” he says against my lips with a smile. That smile isn’t cocky or dominant. It’s happy. He’s… he’s happy. My eyes meet his, and I watch as the transition happens. From happy to hungry. One of his hands slips between us and he guides his cock through my wet lips before he starts pressing in slowly.
My eyes close as my mouth drops open, and my head tips back at the pinch as I stretch around him.
“Reis,” I gasp his name as he pushes into me further, breaking me open just a little more.
“God, Melody. I’ve wanted to hear you say my name like that forever. Come on, baby, say it again.” He thrusts into me, forcing me to take more of his dick, and I swear, my fingers dig little crescents into the wooden headboard from my nails. “One more push and you’ll have all of me. You can take it, I know you can.” He slides in more, our hips pressing flush against each other, and he sighs happily.
I took it all.
His hand comes up to hold my face, kissing me tenderly before he moves it to gently hold my neck.
The control freak.
I love it.
Reis pulls out just a little so I can feel my walls drag with him before he snaps his hips forward so forcefully that my whole body moves with his thrust. Fuck me, it feels so good. So good.
He keeps fucking into me harder, deeper, faster. His hands slide all move me, touching everywhere and nowhere, all at the same time. Everywhere his hands move, it feels like he leaves fire behind in his wake. Reis grinds into me, and I’m barely holding onto his ‘hands on the headboard rule’.
“Reis,” I repeat his name; moaning, groaning, sighing, smirking, I’ll say it over and over as long as he keeps fucking me like this. “Please, let me touch you. Please.”
“You want to touch me, Mel? You want to leave nailmarks down my back?”
“Yes, please, yes.” I want that so fucking bad. I can imagine it so clearly, they all take their shirts off and they’ve got matching scratches down their backs. A clear sign to everyone that even looks at them to fuck off—they’re taken. Mine.
Reis leans down, and whispers against my lips. “Alright, baby. Because you’ve been such a good girl.”
My hands fly to his back now that I’ve been given permission, and my fingers dig into his back.
“Fuck, your hands feel so good on me. Mark me, Melody, scratch me. Show me, show them all that I’m yours too,” he growls into my neck and slips a hand down to my clit. “Just like everyone knows that you’re mine.”
“Oh god,” I cry out at how fucking erotic it is; his words, his demands, his control, his obsession.
“That’s it. I can feel you getting wetter, getting tighter. You’re close, aren’t you, love?” Reis speeds up his movements, grinding down on my clit with each thrust. I keep my legs spread wide, but lift my hips to meet him thrust for thrust.
As the familiar tightening starts in my pussy, I can hear the way I squirt around him. My eyes flutter closed again, and I go boneless as my orgasm rips through me.
“Oh fuck yes,” Reis groans, fucking into me faster as I scream his name. With each thrust, I can hear how wet I am and it sounds… Oh god, it sounds hot. “Yes, just like that, fuck.”
Suddenly, Reis drops his face into my neck, and both of his hands go to my hips, tipping them up and losing control himself. His rhythm stutters as he groans and bites my neck hard.
I can feel him come, my pussy flooding with warmth as he releases deep inside me. He whispers my name over and over in my ear as he slowly comes down from his high, before sliding in and out of me softly.
Is this real fucking life?
He leans back, looking at me as our chests press together tightly with each breath, our bodies sweaty and oh-so satisfied.
“Do you believe me now?” Reis doesn’t pull out. Just brackets my head with his arms as he stares down at me, tracing my face with his index finger lovingly.
“Believe you?”
“That I’m so fucking in love with you. I swear, I’m going to get your name tattooed on my neck or something. Anything to show you how obsessed I am with you.”
A smile grows on my face, and my cheeks heat up. Reis chuckles, pulling out of me slowly, but keeping a hand on my waist so I can’t leave. Not that I would. Instead, I curl into his chest.
“Do not get my name tattooed on your body,” I say with a laugh, hitting his chest.
“Who says I haven’t already?”
“That’s true, you are pretty covered in ink.”
“That I am,” he says, scrunching his nose and shifting so that he can put his hand behind his head.
A pair of eyes catches my sight.
My jealousy flares to life, but as I look closer, I realize I recognize those eyes.
They’re my eyes.
I move the sheet down, uncovering more of his hardened body, to see a portrait of a woman. A beautiful goddess, completely covering his side. Her eyes are captivating. Her expression is fierce. She’s ethereal.
“Is that…” I let the words trail between us and he takes a deep breath.
“Do you really want to know?” He asks. “You just said you didn’t want your name tattooed on me.”
“Oh god, you did.” I cover my mouth in shock. Reis looks down with a soft smile, covering the tattoo fondly with his hand before looking at me in a way that says he will not feel anything but proud for it.
Pushing his hand out of the way, I take a closer look. My fingers softly trace the dark lines, permanently etched into his skin. A picture of me that he always carries around.
Is this how he sees me?
“She’s beautiful,” I whisper.
“You are,” he says strongly, looking right at me. “I brought the only photo of you I kept, the one in my wallet I’ve had since the day I took it, to our tattoo artist and told him to make you into the goddess. Back then…” he sighs, “Back then I thought I got it because I wanted a reminder to never trust again. To never let a pair of pretty eyes and soft lips distract me from my goals. But now I know. I know it’s because even when I thought I hated you, I loved you. I've always kept you with me, baby.”
“Reis,” I say softly, putting my hand on his heart.
“I promise, Melody, I’ve learned. I respect you and your opinions, I won’t do any of these big things without talking to you or the guys. It’s a huge mindshift, but I won’t let it happen again. Okay? Please, stay.” He presses my hand harder against his heart. “Please.”
