Perfectly Imperfect | Breece ( DISCONTINUED )

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Reece's Point Of View

I smiled at Blake as he was kissing down my chest.

"You know what Bibby?" You top.

"No Blake, I'm the bottom." I insisted.

"Wasn't like that before." He giggled passing his hand along my chest.

"I know, but you top now, not me." I chuckled.

"Fine." He said pulling me up, he put his lips to mine, unbuckled my belt and put his hands at my waist. We were both on our knees, making out as he stopped and looked to me.

"What?"

"New position." He giggled.

"How many fucking positions do you know?"

"All of them." He laughed passing his hand through his hair. "You know this one too cause I'm sure you've done it with a girl, it works with a boy too."

"What position is that?" I giggle.

"Why don't I guide you?" He smiles and laughs.

"fair enough."

He put his hands back to my hips, turning me around. He pushed down a little on my shoulders, making me lean into the bed.

"Starting to know which I'm talking about?" He giggles, gripping my hips leaning in, kissing the back of my neck. I bit my lip with a smile, I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Y-Yeah." I studdered, feeling him hard. I know exactly what you're talking about. I smiled turning my head to look at him. He took his bottom lip between his lips as he pulled my Calvin's down.

"Now tell me, are you ready for that position Reecey boy?" He asked, his fingers swirling around my hole. I moaned silently, biting my lip once more.

"Definitely."

"Little prep first." He smiled kissing the back of my neck again, entering one finger. I let out a hushed moan, taking a fist full of the blankets. Blake must've noticed that because he put his other hand over mine, holding it the way I was holding the comforter. He slid in another finger, my moan slightly louder this time.

After a few minutes of him teasing, I wanted him.

"B-Blake, stop teasing shit." I said turning my head to look at him. He smiled at my words, not stopping.

"Blake, fuck, I want you."

"Begging are we?" He chuckled going deeper with his fingers.

"Oh please." My giggle cut by another moan.

"Okay okay I'll stop." He smiles pulling his fingers out, taking both his pants and Calvin's off.

As we were about to, Fucking george interrupts.

"Blake?!" He yelled knocking on the door as Blake slid the tip in.

"N-Not now." Blake stuttered laying on me.

"Where's Reece? I'll ask him." Blake chuckled looking to me as I smirked. "Is Reece — you know what, I got the message I'll wait."

"Are we continuing or are we going to see what he wants?" He smiled looking to me.

"I want you Blake."

"Better stay quiet then." He smiled kissing my cheek, sliding in another inch. I bit my lip harshly, I knew I wasn't going to stay silent.

He entered more, my moan a little louder. He put one hand over my mouth, the other squeezing my ass.

"Bibby, if you don't shut up I'm stopping now. Got it?" He said pushing my face towards his, his fingers digging into my cheeks. I nodded taking the pillow and shoving my face into it as he started thrusting. I moaned into the pillow, making it a little less loud than it would've been. Blake's hushed moans were so sexy, the way his hands were, his fingers digging into my hips. He pulled my hair, going so deep hitting that spot that made me scream. "Reece fucking hell shut —" He began, being interrupted by his own moan. "Fuck." He groaned, tugging lightly on my length with one hand while his grip with his other tightened in my hair. I bit my bottom lip trying so hard not to moan, of course I failed that as I rode my high, screaming into the pillow as Blake finished off, laying on me panting in my ear. "Holy fuck."