On My Terms
Chapter 187: On My Terms
Third Person POV
Reese’s breath came in sharp bursts, his dick twitching beneath her, pre-cum leaking through the towel. "You’re a fucking tease," he snarled, his hands sliding up to squeeze her breasts through the thin fabric. His thumbs found her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until she cried out, her back arching.
The effect of that action was electric. Lizzie could have sworn she wasn't the one moaning so loud.
But she didn’t stop. She rode him harder, her nails raking down his hard chest, her mouth finding his again in a messy, desperate kiss. His hands were everywhere—gripping her ass, squeezing her tits, his fingers pinching her nipples until she whimpered into his mouth, completely overwhelmed with blinding pleasure.
With a growl, he flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers, his dick pressing heavily against her thigh. His lips never left hers as his hands yanked at the neckline of her nightgown, tugging it down until her breasts spilled free.
The cool air hit her nipples, making them tighten further and Lizzie hissed. But Reese didn’t let her adjust. His mouth was on her in an instant, his tongue swirling around one stiff peak before his lips closed around it, sucking hard.
To her, it felt like something burst inside her at that moment. The feeling of his mouth on her could only be described as ‘heavenly’. She'd never felt anything like that before. Never experienced being naked in front of a man before. But in that moment, she knew she picked the right guy.
"Oh—fuck—" Lizzie ’s hands flew to his hair, her fingers tangling in the damp strands as she held him to her chest. His free hand kneaded her other breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling her nipple between them, the pleasure-pain making her hips buck beneath him.
Reese switched to her other breast, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh before soothing it with his tongue. Lizzie was a mess beneath him, her thighs trembling, her pussy aching, empty and desperate. Lizzie was certain that this was bliss.
She reached for his towel in the heat of the moment, her fingers clawing at the fabric. But he caught her wrist, pinning it above her head.
"Not yet," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot. His dick throbbed against her thigh, the damp towel doing nothing to hide how hard he was, how much he wanted her.
Lizzie whined, her hips lifting off the bed in search of friction. "Reese, off. Now—"
He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing up her chest, her neck, until his mouth was by her ear. "Since when do you give orders?"
She turned her head, capturing his lips in another searing kiss. Her free hand gripped his hip, momentarily distracting him.
Then, with a sudden twist, she flipped them, straddling him once more, this time with his back flat against the bed. Her fingers wrapped around his throat to keep him steady as she straddled him.
Reese’s eyes widened in surprise. But before he could react further, her hands were on his towel, ripping it away.
The towel landed discarded on a corner of the room. “Now we're even.” Lizzie said, eyes determined. Her fingers are still holding him in place. “I'm not the only one who gets naked.”
Reese was stunned.
His dick sprang free, thick and heavy, the veins standing out along the shaft, the head flushed dark with arousal. Lizzie ’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching at the sight.
She had felt him before—but seeing him like this, fully exposed and heated beneath her, his dick twitching as pre-cum beaded at the tip, sent a fresh wave of heat through her.
Reese’s hands shot out, gripping her waist, but she batted them away quickly. Instead her free hand curiously wrapped around his dick behind her, still watching his expression. He groaned, his head falling back as she stroked him slowly, her thumb swiping over the slick crown.
She was half-part scared and half-part amazed. The feel. The weight. The reaction her inexperienced actions caused an experienced man like Reese.
"Not so dominant now, are you?" she taunted, her voice breathless.
His eyes snapped open, dark and dangerous. In one swift motion, he flipped her again, his body pinning hers to the mattress. His hand wrapped around her throat, his grip firm but not tight enough to cut off her air. Lizzie’s pulse jumped beneath his fingers, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Still think you’re in charge?" Reese’s voice was a low growl, his dick pressing heavily against her stomach.
“Are you?” Lizzie met his gaze, defiance flashing in her eyes even as her body trembled beneath him. "Prove it."
His free hand slid down her body, his fingers finding the damp heat between her legs without hesitation. He groaned at how wet she was, his fingers slipping easily through her folds before pushing inside her in one deep thrust.
"Fuck—!" Lizzie hissed. Her back arched, her nails raking down his arms as he fingered her, his touch rough and unrelenting. His thumb found her clit, circling it in tight, punishing strokes as his fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars, mixing pain and pleasure.
To her, it felt like he was spreading her open. Widening her in an uncomfortable but delicious way. It hurt. A lot. But it was also very pleasurable. Especially with how Reese maintained eye contact with her.
A part of Lizzie wondered if Reese would have gotten this far with her if he knew she was a virgin. Even if he did, he would have taken things easier. Been a little gentler. And Lizzie didn't want that.
Reese didn’t look away. His gaze bore into hers, his grip on her throat steady as he slowly fucked her with his fingers, his dick twitching against her stomach with every one of her desperate whimpers. "You feel warm," he muttered. "And very tight."
Lizzie shook her head, her breath coming in ragged bursts, her body coiling tighter, tighter—
His fingers crooked harder, his thumb pressing down on her clit, making her squeeze her eyes tightly in pain.
“Who's in charge, Lizzie?"
"You—!" The word tore from her lips as her orgasm crashed over her, her back bowing off the bed, her pussy clamping down tightly around his fingers. Pleasure ripped through her, her vision whiting out as she cried out, her body shaking beneath him.
Reese didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, drawing out every last tremor, his fingers soaked in her release. Only when her body went limp beneath him did he slow, his touch gentling as he pulled his hand free.
Lizzie lay panting, her chest heaving, her skin slick with sweat. He brought his soaked fingers to her lips and smeared her juices on her lips, coating her lips in her own orgasm. Out of curiosity, her tongue darted out of her mouth and licked it.
Reese smiled, then brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue. His dick throbbed against her thigh, still painfully hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
Her body was spent. All the times she'd imagined how I'd feel to be touched by a man, nothing came close to this. The real thing. Nothing came close to being touched by Reese.
Leaning down, his lips brushed her ear, his voice a dark murmur. "You’re coming with me to Blackwood Manor, Elizabeth." His grip on her throat tightened just enough to make her gasp. "But on my terms."
She swallowed, her pulse fluttering beneath his fingers. "Yes."
Reese smirked, his dick twitching against her skin. "Good girl."