Try And Stop Me
Chapter 186: Try And Stop Me
Third Person POV
Reese stepped out, his broad shoulders still glistening with droplets of water, the white towel slung low around his hips doing little to hide the thick outline of his dick beneath.
His damp hair was slicked back from the shower. He exhaled slowly, the tension in his muscles easing—until his gaze landed on Elizabeth.
“Damn it.” He hissed under his breath. “I thought I told you to leave.”
She stood near the foot of the bed, arms crossed beneath her breasts, her nightgown was still clinging to her curves in a way that made it painfully obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
The thin fabric did nothing to hide the stiff peaks of her nipples, the way her breath hitched when their eyes met. Her jaw was set, her lips pressed into a stubborn line as she pushed her glasses up her nose bridge. But there was a flicker in her gaze—something hotter than defiance.
"Why are you still here?" Reese said, his voice rough, the low timbre of it filling the space between them. He didn’t move, didn’t reach for her, but his fingers twitched at his sides, as if resisting the urge to close the distance.
Lizzie lifted her chin. "I’m not letting you go to Blackwood Manor without me. You're going to need me. You just don’t know it yet."
A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. "You don’t get to decide that."
Her eyes flashed. "Try and stop me."
He took a step forward, the towel shifting slightly, the heavy weight of his dick making the fabric strain. "You really want to test me right now?" His voice dropped, the threat in it thick enough for Lizzie to taste. "After what we discussed earlier?”
A flush crept up her neck as she remembered earlier, her fingers curling into her palms. She had watched him strip earlier—watched the way his muscles flexed as he tossed his clothes aside, the way his dick had jutted out, thick and veined, already half-hard just from the weight of her stare. She swallowed hard, her thighs pressing together, but she didn’t look away. Not then. Not now.
"I’m not affected by you," she lied. “And you certainly don't decide for me.”
Reese’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. "No?" Another step. Then another. She didn’t retreat, even as he loomed over her, the heat of his body radiating against hers. Lizzie stood her ground, staring him down with a glare of her own.
"You’re not affected?” Reese teased her. “Then what are you?"
Her breath came faster, her chest rising and falling beneath the flimsy fabric of her nightgown. "Determined."
His hand shot out, slamming against the wall beside her head, caging her in. The towel slipped another inch, the head of his dick peeking out from the folded edge. Lizzie’s curious gaze flicked down, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip before she could stop herself.
"Fuck it," Reese growled, and then his mouth was on hers. All the restraint he'd tried to practice was gone. Straight out the window.
The only thought in his head? To know how her lips would feel against his. To know what she tasted like. Reese wanted to know how loud Lizzie could scream.
But it wasn’t just a kiss—it was a collision. His lips crushed against hers, his tongue forcing its way past her teeth, tangling with hers in a wet, brutal rhythm.
Lizzie gasped in surprise, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging in as he pressed her harder against the wall. The rough texture bit into her back, but she barely noticed, too lost in the way his body dominated hers, the way his dick—still trapped beneath the towel—throbbed against her stomach.
She kissed him back just as fiercely, her teeth nipping at his lower lip, her hips arching into him without thought. A whimper escaped her, muffled by his mouth and Reese groaned in response, his free hand sliding down to grip her thigh, his fingers inching beneath the hem of her nightgown. His touch was rough, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the heat between her legs.
Lizzie tore her mouth away, panting. "You’re—fuck, you're trying to distract me—"
His lips crashed back onto hers, swallowing her words, his tongue fucking into her mouth like he owned it. She moaned, her body melting against him, her resistance crumbling under the weight of his dominance. When he finally pulled back, his breath was ragged, his eyes dark with lust.
"I'm trying to shut you up," he growled, his voice a rough rasp. "Guess this works."
She didn’t argue. She couldn’t. Her body moved on its own, stumbling backward until the backs of her knees hit the mattress. Reese followed, his towel barely clinging to his hips at this point, his dick straining against the fabric.
Lizzie swallowed hard, her gaze locked on the way the towel tented, the way the damp fabric clung to the thick length beneath.
Reese sat on the bed and pulled her down to him. “Just like the last time. Grind on me.”
Then she was on him, straddling his lap before he could react, her nightgown riding up around her hips. The moment her bare pussy made contact with the hard ridge of his dick—even through the towel—she gasped, her head falling back. "Oh my God, Reese—"
The contact made her feel every emotion there was to feel. This was the first time Lizzie was making such intense intimate contact with the opposite sex.
She could feel everything. And it was almost too much.
His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as she rocked against him, grinding down on the thick outline of his shaft just like she did before.
The towel was soaked now, the friction maddening, her clit throbbing with every roll of her hips. She could feel how wet she was, her arousal slicking her thighs, the damp fabric of her nightgown clinging to her skin.
The alien emotions her body experienced would have frightened Lizzie if she wasn't prepared and knowledgeable as she was. She'd watched. She'd read through. She'd imagined. And finally, Lizzie was experiencing it all.
So she ground down slower, letting herself feel everything all at once. This was a brand new experience and she needed to get the most out of it.