Dainy

I walk leisurely across the room to lock the door. The sound of the key turning increases my breathing. Sober and alone with Reagan Orniel, isn't the smartest of ideas I've had in my almost seventeen years but neither was last night.

Taking one last breath, I turn to face him, only to find his back is to me as he closes the window. I can't help it, I drool over his toned rounded ass.

Reagan's over six-foot frame straightens before his smooth form turns toward me. With languid strides he makes up the distance between us.

“Hey,” he says.

The grin on his face widens as the space between us closes. His confidence, evident in his quick strides. Lucky for me, I have a big room because I’m enjoying the view.

“Hey yourself.” My voice is all breathy, damn, even my heart is beating racing.

Is this me now? One night of painful yet great sex and I'm now one of the many ‘Reagan crazed bimbos’.

I need to get with the memo. I am not one of Reagan’s whores. I am not just another lay, wait- Is that what he wants to tell me?!

My thoughts run miles a minute, before I know it, he’s standing right in front of me. I inhale his cologne and hints of that strong musky shower gel he likes.

My body is taking its sweet time to respond to my brain and before I even catch up Reagan’s big hands wrap around my waist as his eyes focus on my lips causing me to lick them.

His nostrils flare and it's like Reagan’s control snaps, as I am given no warning before he bends down and kisses me. Catching my top lip between his front teeth at the same time he pushes his hips into my stomach.

I moan.

His mouth on mine is demanding entry and I swear his hard body burns a hundred degrees hotter. I open my mouth giving him all the permission he wants, which he takes by dipping his coffee flavored tongue inside.

Something comes over me, maybe it's LUST that has built up since he showed up at my front door hours early or the fact that this boy whom I wanted for such long time is in my room, his arms wrapped around my waist as he indulges me with a torturous promise of foreplay. I kiss him back just as hungrily.

Time changes and so does his hands, which are rubbing my butt as he grinds his hardness on my stomach like a starved beast.

My fingers pull at his damp hair keeping his head closer to me while I suck on his tongue the same way I sucked on his cock the night prior.

We kiss until my nipples poke for attention, my panties dampen from a burning desire. We kiss until his cock is rock hard stabbing my stomach, that it's bordering on painful. We kiss until his hand is rubbing my crotch through my shorts, causing friction and just enough pressure. Reagan Orniel and I kiss until I explode.

Then, he abruptly stops and those swollen glistening lips have never looked sexier. Knowing I did that to him is a big ego booster but I’d never admit to it.

Reagan never lacked in male pride and confidence, no way am I adding to it, no way.

So mouth quiet and legs together I can only sigh as I watch his face go from predatory to soft, my own lips pouty and moist.

His hands reluctantly drops down to the side, and I’m thrilled at the sound of his voice which is hoarse when he asks, “How's things down there, are you in pain?"

I laugh not loud but just enough to hide the blush creeping up my neck,

"What do you think Sherlock. You pound me with ten inches of muscle and expect another result you gonna be disappointed.”

His smug smile is cute, but not lacking male pride, "It’s nine and a half, at least that's what I heard a few months ago."

I walk across to the bed, grab the pillow from the top and hit him with it. When he starts laughing, I can't help the small smile creeping in on my lips.

“What did you want to talk about so urgently that it couldn't wait until tomorrow?”

He grabs my hand and sits on the edge of the bed, my bed, pulling me between his open legs so I have no option but to stare into his blue gaze.

“I think we should be exclusive."

"What?" My jaw goes slack, right to the floor, in fact I'm pretty sure my eyes are twice its size.

I must be dreaming, maybe I fell off to sleep and he didn't show yet.

Yup, that makes more sense because Reagan Orniel doesn't know the meaning of the word exclusive unless it comes with a price tag.

"Listen to me Dainy, I’m not going to allow some fucker to take what's rightfully mine."

"Rightfully yours?” I scoff at how absurd that sounds, “Since when did I become yours, ha? Last time I checked I belonged to no one, you can't just waltz in here and expect me to be jumping up and down because Reagan Orniel wants to be exclusive."

He opens his mouth to speak but I put my hand in the air, palm front, stopping him.

"I watch how you treat woman Reagan, if you want anything with exclusive written on it from me, I'm going to need much more than a few kisses, and a night of drunken sex."

His hand rubs my bare thigh and by his hooded eyes he knows what he's doing to me.

"Dainy, I'd never do that shit to you, fuck, just give it a chance. Sleep on it tonight and I'll pick you up in the morning."

When I don't cave, he rubs his thumb over my cheek, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Please, Dainy."