It's around midnight when I hear my door open. I sit up on my bed and immediately lock eyes with a handsome sweating Garth. I don't know what it was about him in this moment that awakened a fire in me, but it was feral. "What are you?" I start but I'm rendered speechless by a kiss that had me seeing stars. His left hand cups my neck possessively, his right on my waist proceeding slowly to my ass. I was barely covered up considering I was in tiny shorts and a tank top but he didn't care. Matter of fact, no iota of care could be found in me the moment I felt his erection press on my groin. A moan escapes my mouth and has me panting for more air as he kisses my neck and shoulders. He was FERAL, hungry and I loved it.
We waste no time getting rid of clothes, still keeping the foreplay intense. I'm soon straddling his waist and leaning on his bare chest. He cups my face and his mouth meets mine in a passionate kiss, his tongue slowly sweeping into my mouth in hard slow, motion. An image flashes my mind and I immediately go rigid. Fuck.
REID. A shiver makes its way down my spine all the way to my center making me feel like I was going to combust.
I blink rapidly and try to shake it off. Garth notices my momentary distraction, pauses and strokes my lips with his thumb for a second and proceeds to kiss my jawline as I feel his dick at my entrance. Wet, I was so aroused I actually felt a little embarrassed. He slowly nudges his way in and I arch into his body even more as I moan and curse softly. More images flash my mind. Dark hair, blue eyes, lips, back..... I clench my thighs and slowly rise a bit, rendering Garth's efforts futile. "What's wrong?" Garth asks as he looks at my face. I exhale heavily, trying to calm my racing heart. I don't wanna fuck you. "I need to pee." comes out of my mouth and my hands reach for my towel at the edge of the bed quickly and I scramble off the bed and into the ensuite bathroom.
I rest my back on the door and pant heavily. What the fuck was that? My heart was hammering inside my chest so hard it made it difficult for me to think. To hell with it. I slowly let my hands roam over my body and lift the hem of my towel leading my hand in between my legs. The touch is so delicate and soft I inhale sharply and force myself to stop making any noise. I bite on my lower lip, brace myself and start stroking my wet clit in a circular motion as I let the thoughts take over. Against a wall, wet black hair, soft lips, strong muscular arms, kissing me.... moaning. I want him kneeling before me, tasting me, his blue eyes looking up to me.... The motion becomes more frantic and the need inside me swells to a magnitude to high to endure.
Where is he? I want him. Do I? Why did I even think about him at all. No logic could possibly explain that to me right now, not when the tension inside me spiked and I felt my knees buckle. A whimper escapes my mouth. "Are you good in there?" Garth asks from the other side of the door. No, I'm totally gone and done for and about to explode in pleasure. "Yeah." I say weakly. "Just give me a second." Reid? I reach out mentally. My mind was foggy, I needed him, where was he? had he gone home?
No answer. My body shudders as a wave of pleasure starts to consume me. Edging on utter bliss, I let it consume me and waves and waves of pleasure surge through me like riptide. My toes curl and I feel myself get more wet as my body shudders from it. Fuck it Reid, where are you....it's you...I don't know what happens in the next three minutes but I open my eyes to find myself sitting on the bathroom floor, towel loosely wrapped around my back still leaning on the bathroom door. I get up slowly, my eyes, lock with my reflection's in the mirror. My curly hair is tangled and messy, I have hickeys on my neck and shoulders and look a total mess. And I like it. This was the most little I'd ever felt in control yet I still loved it.
Collecting myself, I wet my hair and dry it out and get out of the bathroom. My eyes slowly search the room and sure enough, Garth is on my bed. Silent; He's fully dressed this time. Thank God. "You're leaving?" I ask feigning concern. I know it would seem like I'm playing him but one thing I know I didn't have to be is emotionally entangled. Not with him anyway, he was a sex machine, and that wasn't even assumed. His body exuded it. "Yeah, I have something to do, plus you don't seem to be okay." That sounded a bit accusatory. Does he know something. Did he ....was he... read my thoughts? No. A normal arcanist wouldn't be able to penetrate that far. Plus, I had my mind shields down all the time.
"I'll see you later then I guess." I say heading for my dresser and picking out something simple to wear. "Sure." he says and leaves. I was fucked in the head. In as much as I loved the art of self pleasure, its what fueled it that left me restless for the rest of the night. No one get's to have that much power over me ever. Not that he did but I didn't like the thought of it anyway.