All the Pretty Poses (Pretty #2)(33)
Author: M. Leighton

“What? Why?”

He doesn’t answer until he’s finished and back standing right in front of me. “Because. I told him I’d do it.”

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” I ask, feeling the twitter of butterflies in my belly.

“I’ve watched every single thing he’s done to you until I can’t watch it one more time. I don’t want to see any hands on you unless they’re mine.”

“Brian’s hardly—” I stop myself before I accidentally spill Brian’s secret.

“I don’t care if he’s g*y or straight. I don’t like it.”

I have to hide my pleased smile. “Then you’d better make this worth my while,” I taunt.

Reese says nothing, merely raises one dark brow as he takes my hand and leads me to the mats on the floor. “Let’s start with stretching.”

As I lie down on the floor at Reese’s feet, the heavy, sensual thump of Closer by Nine Inch Nails drifts into the room, bouncing off the walls and enveloping me in the tension that buzzes between us. His eyes are locked on mine as he spreads his legs in front of me and takes my foot in his hand. Still watching me, he runs his palm up my calf to the back of my knee, bending it as he leans down and in toward me, pressing my thigh slowly toward my chest. He eases up and then leans in again, pushing a little harder and extending my stretch in a long, languorous pulse.

The words to the song are resonating in my head and Reese’s touch is resonating through my body as he reaches down to spread his hands over my hips, stabilizing them as he tucks his shoulder under my knee and presses harder. I feel the sting of the stretch in my butt, but I feel the throb of something else more toward my center. The throb of something deeper. Something hotter.

“Can you feel that?” he asks, his voice a low rumble.

I’m practically panting already. “Yes. I can feel that perfectly.”

“Mmmm, good. Let’s do the other side.” Reese releases my left leg and shifts to give the right the same treatment. When he eases in and gives me that first deep pulse, he grunts and warmth gushes through me.

As he nears the end of my right leg stretch, I feel my heart start to race. If he follows Brian’s routine, I know what’s coming next. Sure enough, Reese doesn’t release my leg; he straightens it, running his palm down the inside of my thigh as he scoots into the center of my body to stretch my groin.

Automatically, I lift my other leg and Reese presses a hand to the low inside of it as well, pushing outward, causing my legs to fall out into a split. He leans in, using a small portion of his body weight to exert pressure. Reese runs his hands up the insides of my legs to my ankles to hold them out straight as he eases forward against me to keep my stretch.

Oh, god!

I curl my fingers into tight fists where they rest at my sides. I want to beg him to kiss me and touch me, but I won’t. I squeeze my eyes shut, not because it hurts, but because I can feel his belly rubbing between my legs.

“Look at me,” Reese commands gruffly.

I do as he asks. The expression on his face is a mirror, reflecting everything that I’m feeling on the inside.

“Reese…”

He leans in even closer, his body grazing the flattened V of my spread legs. I can barely hear him when he whispers, “Are your panties wet?”

“No,” I say automatically.

“Liar,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eye.

I say nothing. I don’t know what to say, other than to beg him to put out the flames that are consuming me right now, which I won’t do.

“If I pulled them down right now and put my fingers inside you, you’d come, wouldn’t you?”

I can’t deny it. I probably would.

“I could make you feel so good, Kennedy,” he says, leaning further into me, “but I won’t. I won’t until you ask me to.”

I want to scream and moan and beg, but I do none of that. I simply let his eyes eat me up from the inside and I hold my tongue, determined not to give in so easily. This has become more than just me resisting Reese; this has become a battle of wills. He wants to make me beg, but I want to make him work for it.

“Can you wait that long?” I ask, rotating my hips under him the tiniest bit.

I know he felt it. I hear the air hiss through his teeth. “I promised you the truth, and the truth is I don’t know how long I can wait.”

I smile. I can’t help it. I love that he would admit that to me. “Then maybe just a little bit longer,” I say, tugging my ankles free of his grasp to wrap them around his waist.

I grin at the look of shocked desire on his face. Maybe I really do like to play with fire.

Lightning fast, Reese reaches forward and grabs my wrists, hauling me up and into his arms. He wraps them around me, holding me close as he picks me up a few inches and then drops me back down on his very noticeable erection.

“I wouldn’t wait too long. It could get ugly.”

“Maybe I like ugly. Maybe that’s what I’m into.”

Leaning forward, Reese licks a path from the V of my shirt neck to my ear. “I’ll give you anything you want. As often as you want it. Ugly, rough, the dirtiest things you can think of. I’d do it all for you, baby. I’d come all over you and then lick it off. On that sexy mouth, on those delectable ni**les. In that beautiful ass. So far up inside you, it wouldn’t come out for days.”

Reese is slowly grinding my hips against his, whispering naughty things in my ear, setting my insides on fire. There’s friction in all the right places—body and mind—winding me up tighter and tighter.

“Mmm, the things I’d do to you. The places I’d put my fingers, the way I’d slide them in and out. Fast and hard, then slow and easy.” The movement of his body under mine is steadily increasing, making it harder and harder for me to hold out. “The things I’d taste with my tongue. Damn, I can just imagine how sweet and creamy you are, like vanilla. And what that tight little body would feel like wrapped around my cock. Hot. Slick. If I close my eyes I can imagine you sliding down over me right now. So wet. Kennedy?” he whispers.

“Huh?” I moan, my entire being focused on the place where he’s rubbing against me.

“I can feel those soaked panties through our clothes. Because you’re close, aren’t you? So close. Maybe if I did this,” he murmurs, reaching between us to scrub the backs of his fingers over my sensitive center, stroking exactly where I need him to, as though there is an X marked there that only he can see. “Let me have it, Kennedy,” he whispers, his lips grazing my ear as he speaks. “I wanna watch you come.”