The Risks we take

Sixteen

Sloane

So apparently doubling up on your anti-anxiety meds and getting your PA to put extra CBD drops in your drink makes you forget things because there was no way in hell Sloane with any form of common sense was letting Reed Lawson lift me up onto the dresser in his room with his lips pulling at every spot they could reach.

I couldn't help it.

He was just so close and smelled so good and his eyes. Those god damn blue eyes. Always with the blue.

I was drooling at the sight of him all night. Anxiety had been ripping through me as I tried to ignore that fact he was across the room socializing and no matter how hard I'd focused on the conversations I was supposed to be engaged in, he was there. Like a fucking fallen angel with clipped wings. Just stood in my peripheral in that damn suit.

His fingers finally pulled at the zip on the back of my dress, pulling my hips off the dresser and helping it down to the floor. His jacket was gone. Along with his tie. Thrown somewhere in the room in the haste of us trying to get each other's clothes off.

Until he slowed down.

The palm of Reed's soft hands brushed over the sides of my body, leaving me breathless.

I was going to regret this in the morning. I was going to wake up wherever, feel the aches, remember who it was and I'll remember how much I'm putting on the line for this. But when he looks like this and everything feels so heavy and he's the only thing I want near me right now. It makes it hard to stop.

"You drive me insane Sloane." He breathed. Such slow movements. Pushing my hair onto my back, tucking the falling curls behind my ears. "I don't know what's worse. Having you mad at me and not letting me kiss it better, or us being on reasonable terms and me watching you talk about going to see some other guy when it's my bed you should be in." His hand spread across my back, one forceful pull that landed my chest against his, our feet moving backwards in perfect synchronized movements. "Do you know how much of my brain is completely occupied by you? How many girls I tried to fill this fucking hole in my head with?" I fell into the mattress, his hands pressing in on either side of my head until I was being covered by his excessive frame. "No one's you Sloane." His voice was almost at a whisper. As if he almost didn't want it to be true but it was and he had to admit it.

Hot lips brushed over mine, leaving a kiss so gentle but so filled with meaning I kept my eyes closed. He carried on, trailing kisses down my body, hands pulling at the fastening of my bra and throwing it to the floor, then my underwear and heels, and finally, his clothes.

Reed wrapped his arms around my waist, tugging me to the edge of the bed, getting down on his knees at the edge, locking his eyes on mine as he kissed up the length of my legs. From ankle to knee and up, up, up. So slowly. Killing me.

"I don't do this for anyone else Sloane." His tongue ran up me once, lifting his head with a smirk for a second before devouring me entirely. I breathed through every sensation, keeping my moans muffled through tightly squeezed lips.

"Reed-" My eyes rolled back in my head, hitting a well missed orgasm a hell of a lot quicker than I think either of us were expecting. It had been a while. He was a god. Fuck it. "Oh god."

"Come on you can give me more than that Princess. I know you can. I've seen you give me more." He pressed 2 fingers into me, knowing too damn well he could have me doing this over and over and over like that. Until my legs were shaking and my brain was such a haze I could barely breath. "Again." Reed's tongue flicked over my bundle of nerves until my hips bucked and I surrendered, giving into the explosion a second time. "Better. Much better."

Reed pulled me up the bed, shifting pillows around behind me until I was laid in the middle with my head propped up with him between my legs. The lamp light in the corner of the room ran over every single muscle, creating shadows that made him look more defined and I was almost certain this was all some fever dream.

He looked at me like he was thinking the same thing. Chest heaving without needing to touch me.

"Reed- you need to stop looking at me like that." I stuffed my heart into a box, locking it tightly. Not this time. I wasn't getting attached. I wasn't doing it again. Not with him.

"Like what?"

"Like I'm dinner and you're starved."

"But I am starved Sloane." He lifted my hips, entering me slowly and bringing his body onto mine. He ran his nose up my neck, pulled his teeth at my earlobe and moved to my lips. A single thrust. Unexpected, deep. Hard. I gasped against his lips. "I've waited 5 years to have you back like this." Thrust. "5 years of thinking about you. Dreaming about you. And you taste-" A quick kiss and he thrust harder, forcing a moan out of me. "You taste like Strawberries and peaches and Dom Perignon on a white sand beach in the middle of August." Thrust. "You taste like regret of 5 years without this." Harder. "You taste like all consuming jealousy." I screamed, head falling back into the pillows. "You taste like you're still mine Sloane." Reed pushed his hand into the wooden bedframe above our heads, steadying himself before keeping his strength but moving faster.

I dug my fingernails in his back, making him scowl and pull my legs up onto his shoulder, pressing in even deeper.

"Oh god-"

"Mine."

"Reed."

"Mine." He repeated, slamming into me again. The bed creaked. "Mine." Suffocating. I couldn't breathe. I need to breathe. "You're fucking mine Sloane." The bed cracked, something snapping underneath us but he carried on, unphased by the damage he was causing.

"REED!"

"Come for me Princess. Whilst I fuck this precious little pussy." I crumbled. Hitting a high I don't think I'll ever recover from. Feeling it right down in every single bone. Pins and needles scattering across every inch of my body and everything went black like I passed out. But I could hear him talking, feeling him pounding into me, not caring that I was shattering already and each move had me falling down a cliff that didn't seem to end.

Until it did.

"Fuck-" Reed moaned, slowly pulling himself out of me and laying down into the bed beside me, pulling my shaking body into his. "You're going to kill me Sloane."

I think it's more the other way around.

Or he was going to lead me to being murdered by Eden and Logan.

Probably for the best.