He raked his fingers through his hair, his eyes widening. Something sounded softly through the air. Not his voice, exactly. A low hum. A groan? A growl?

Whatever it was, it made me yearn even more as the tickle between my legs intensified.

He stalked toward me, reaching the bed so quickly I thought he might have arrived instantaneously in a flash of light.

“What are you doing to me?” he demanded, his voice low and husky.

I swallowed, my body blushing at his nearness. Chills pricked the back of my neck and traveled to my breasts, forcing my nipples to harden further.

I opened my mouth, but nothing emerged but a soft moan.

“Listen,” Reid said, “this is your only out. Leave now, Zee.”

“I… I don’t want to leave.”

“I’m warning you. If you don’t get off that bed right this minute, I’m going to fuck you all night long.”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” I replied softly.

“Maybe?” Reid removed his suit coat and threw it across the room. He started with his buttons. “Maybe? Fuck maybe, Zee. Maybe tells me nothing. I don’t care what comes out of your mouth. If you don’t get the hell off my bed this instant, that’s your consent. And I will hold you to it.”

I breathed in, letting my courage and my yearning flow through my veins like boiling honey.

“You have my consent, Reid. Do it. Do it all.”

“Fuck it.” Reid stopped unbuttoning his shirt halfway down and then pulled the two sides apart. Buttons snapped off with his strength and flew outward, one hitting the night table near me with a soft clatter. Reid kicked his shoes off and then got rid of his pants and boxer briefs. He stood by the bed, holding his cock in his right hand.

It was huge. It was marbled with one purple vein. It was beautiful.

It was ready.

I longed to touch it. I’d never touched a man’s cock before. Never wanted to.

Until now.

A drip of fluid emerged at the tip. An urge to lick it off surged through me, but I didn’t. I had no idea what I was doing.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said. “Hard and fast.”

I nodded nervously.

“Then, when I’m done, I’m going to do all that other stuff I want to do. I’m going to kiss those breasts, suck and bite those hard little nipples, eat that pussy, Zee. I’m going to shove my tongue between your legs and feast on your cream.”

I shuddered as he sat on the bed and then moved on top of me. He hovered above me, his forehead already slick with sweat. He paused, and for a split second, I wondered if he was going to ask for my consent again—

“Ah!”

He slid into me, burning a trail through my channel.