Free Reed (Allen Securities) by Madison Stevens Page B

ache between her thighs.
    Reed broke the kiss, panting as he placed soft open-mouthed kisses along the side of her neck. She rolled her head to the side, allowing him better access.
    He groaned when her fingers glided under his shirt to skim his stomach. She longed to follow the trail of hair that dipped below his pants with her tongue. When she rocked into him again, her aching heat came into contact with the large bulge.
    Reed reached down and hiked her leg up onto his hip. She felt the wetness from her arousal soak through the sweats she wore.
    Slowly his hands worked from her thigh to her cup her ass, and draw her heat over his length. Snug against him, Olivia rocked forward again, rubbing her swollen clit along the seam of his pants, the delicious friction mounting the heat inside.
    She jumped when she felt a warm hand skim the bare skin at her ribs. The hand moved until his fingers skimmed the rim of her bra, barely brushing the underside and slowly driving her wild. In frustration, she grunted and thrust herself against his hard length once again. If he wasn’t going to play nice, then she certainly wasn’t.
    Reed buried his head in the crook of her neck and sucked on the skin there. She shivered when he nibbled on her earlobe, his rough stubble a stark contrast to his soothing lips.
    “You keep doing that,” he whispered in her ear, “and I’m going to have bend you over my desk and fuck you until I’m drained of this need.”
    Olivia gasped at the thought. Her nipples tightened in hopes that he might deliver. As he pulled back, her eyes sought his. Fire burned back at her so deep that it almost scared her. It wasn’t that she hadn’t been intimate with a man before but more that she had never shared a connection with a man like this. Something about him just made her feel like she was home.
    She blinked several times when her bra went lax under her shirt. He had made such quick work of the clasp, she hadn’t even noticed. When he found her tender peeks, he circled around them lazily, making her nipples almost painfully hard.
    This time she found herself rocking against him without any thought at all besides easing the ache. Her pussy clenched with need. The orgasm that was building worked right to the cusp but never going over.
    “Please,” she whispered. Olivia hid her face against his chest.
    “Please what?” he rumbled.
    “Help me.”
    Reed groaned as she feathered light kisses on his neck. He worked one slow hand down the gentle slope of her stomach. A flash of self-consciousness shifted through her but drifted quickly. His fingers hesitated at the waistband of the sweats. She nipped at the skin of his neck and swayed into him, in what she hoped was encouragement. The tips of his fingers slid through the band and dipped down. He groaned when he came into contact with the small patch of hair.
    “You’re not wearing panties,” he growled at her in surprise.
    Something in the way he said it made her want to show him how panty-less she really was.
    He traced around her clit with confidence, never applying enough pressure to ease the mounting ache.
    Olivia leaned down and bit him a little harder on the peck.
    “Impatient are we?” he chuckled.
    Irritation flared through her. Two could play this game.
    Keeping one hand around his neck, she moved the other down his body until it rested on the thick outline of his jeans. Not allowing him the chance to move away, she moved her hand firmly around his length slid up and down.
    They gasped in unison as Reed pressed her clit and began rubbing in time with her, each time slipping slightly inside her dripping opening.
    Her hands ached from rubbing the fabric of his jean. After releasing him, she popped the button and pulled down the zipper. She rested her head on his chest, so she could watch as she released him and grinned when she saw he had also gone commando.
    He sprang out of the opening, his long, thick cock more than she expected. The tip glistened