“Closer,” she murmured. “I want you closer.”
He buried his face in her neck and nuzzled her throat. “I don’t think I can get any closer,” he said, his words muffled by her flesh.
Her arms and legs tightened around him. “Try.”
He drew his arms against her, until he was touching her with as much of his skin as possible. She sighed in contentment and turned her face into his hair. “Thanks for indulging me. Most guys hate to cuddle.”
“I love it,” he said and grinned. “Brian calls me Mr. Cuddles.”
“Brian does?”
Her hold on him loosened and his heart sank. He’d been so at ease that he’d let his guard down and forgotten that he was playing the role of a fully heterosexual man. “Several girls complained to him.” Even that little lie closed a part of him to Reagan. He wasn’t sure if he felt relieved or sad that he couldn’t tell her everything.
She squeezed him again. “I’m not complaining.”
“I’m even better at it after I come,” he said, digging his toes into the mattress and rocking forward to remind her that he was still hard and yet unfulfilled. At least sexually. He was feeling pretty good about the connection between them. Like he could tell her almost anything.
“What’s your favorite position?” she asked.
He lifted his head to look down at her in question. “Mine?” Several of his favorite threesome encounters, where he and Brian had simultaneously pleasured a woman, filled his mind. He loved working his c**k against another man’s while being buried inside a woman. Trey could feel a blush of heat rise up his neck. Reagan was in no way ready for that bit of information. “No one has ever asked me that,” he said truthfully.
Her brow furrowed. “Why not?”
“My lovers tend to let me please them.”
“You already did that. Now it’s my turn to please you.”
“You please me by letting me please you.”
She closed one eye and gave him her you’re-full-of-shit look. “No one is that selfless.”
He shrugged. “Believe what you want.”
“If you won’t tell me, I’ll figure it out for myself.”
She went limp beneath him, her arms straightening at her sides, her legs falling open. She planted her heels in the mattress and rocked her hips to encourage him to thrust. He began to move with her, pulling back and thrusting forward with a deep, steady rhythm. She watched him as the pleasure she offered washed over him and he began to take her faster. His eyes drifted closed as he lost all semblance of rational thought and focused solely on finding release. Reagan shoved him onto his back. He groaned as his c**k fell free of her body, and that glorious building sensation in his groin abated. And then he was inside her again. He regained enough sense to remember he should touch her. Give her pleasure. She took his hands and held them as she began to rise and fall over him, taking him deep within her and grinding her hips before rising again. She continued to watch him as she rode him and he soon lost himself to the pleasure again. With nothing to concentrate on but Reagan’s heat, her friction, Trey allowed himself to be completely immersed in sensation. After several minutes she climbed off of him and settled on her hands and knees facing the end of the bed. She didn’t need to tell him what she wanted. She was trying different positions to see which he enjoyed the most. Truth was he loved them all. He shifted to kneel behind her and slid inside her. He held onto her ass and rubbed her anus with both thumbs as he plunged into her slick core.
He caught her reflection in the mirror above her dresser. She was watching him again.
“Trey, just f**k me. Don’t worry about bringing me pleasure right now.”
“You don’t like it?”
“It feels fantastic. I like that look on your face when you lose your train of thought. I want to see it again.”
And he wanted her to have what she wanted. He moved his hands to rest gently on her hips and pumped into her body. Every muscle in his body was taut, every nerve ending alight with sensation. It didn’t take him long to find his peak. She tried to pull away again, but he held her firmly by the hips and increased his tempo until he found the pinnacle of pleasure. Involuntary spasms gripped the base of his c**k in hard, pulsing waves. He called out in triumph, his head tilted back in abandon, as he spent himself within her. Inside Reagan.
Reagan.
When his body went limp, a sweet tranquility washed over him. He collapsed forward, arms wrapping around Reagan’s waist as he pressed her back to his front. His hands moved to hold her br**sts; his lips moved against the back of her shoulders as he produced repetitive sighs of contentment. No awkwardness after. Just togetherness.
Reagan’s arms began to tremble with fatigue and though she didn’t complain, Trey released her and pulled out of her body. He stripped the condom from his softening c**k and tossed it somewhere. He didn’t know where, he just wanted to wrap his body around his woman and nestle his bare c**k against that scrumptious ass of hers.
“So doggie style is your favorite?” she murmured once he had her tucked securely against his chest and trapped in the tangle of his arms and legs.
“There are more than three positions,” he said drowsily.
She squirmed so that her butt rubbed against his cock. “Good point. Trey?”
“Hmm?” He was almost asleep already. Not that he planned to stay that way for long. He just needed a little nap before they made good use of that second condom.
“Promise me something?”
“What’s that?”
“Next time we’ll come together.”
He grinned and nuzzled her soft hair. “That’s a promise.”
Chapter 9
Ethan poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the breakfast bar. He probably should just go to bed—he’d had a long, dreadfully boring night guarding a meat-packing plant—but his thoughts were too turbulent to sleep. The guy, Trey, had spent the entire night with Reagan. Ethan had thought for sure that Trey would be gone by the time he got home. It had been that thought which had gotten him through his shift. Otherwise he would have left the job to check on her and encourage her new boyfriend to leave. Ethan had peeked in on them when he’d first arrived and found them entwined in her bed looking exhausted yet sated. At least he hadn’t had to listen to them go at it all night. That would have been torture.
He took a sip of his coffee. He couldn’t blame Reagan for wanting someone to love. He didn’t like it, but he had blown his chance with her. It had been his fault, not hers. He knew it wasn’t fair of him to try to keep her to himself, but he couldn’t stand the thought of her with another man. Reagan’s bedroom door creaked open and he smiled to himself. “Did you sleep well?” he asked her.