The Side Project

Chapter 34: Reed

Chapter 34: Reed

Oral Arguments

Oral Arguments

Author's Note: Chronologically this takes place at the same time as Chapter 33.

I was a little surprised by the brazen PDA Kyle and Lexi engaged in with Jackie and Rose, but I probably shouldn't have been. Now that Lexi's preferences were out in the open they had a whole world of potential experiences to explore. There was something appealing about them being free with their desires. It's how I preferred it.

My attention was brought back swiftly to the scene in front of me. Allie had just finished polishing off two lines, making it look elegant. But I could see in her eyes the almost instantaneous, animalistic effect it had on her. She passed Brandi's trusty glass straw to Lauren, who followed suit.

"Dinner was good, wasn't it?" I said, as Allie came up to me.

"Really good," she said and sniffed quickly a couple times. "Yet somehow it didn't satisfy all my appetites."

"The blow didn't just do that?" I said.

"I'm getting there," Allie said, and we turned to look at Brandi taking her turn.

"Did you like my little gift earlier?" Allie asked, smiling devilishly.

"Very much," I said. The knowledge that Allie had likely been naked under her dress had tantalized me all evening.

She lowered her voice and asked, "Do you think we could find a way to slip away?"

"Reed?" Brandi said, holding out the straw.

"I'd like that," I whispered to Allie just before I accepted the straw.

As Allie brushed past me, I felt the heat radiating from her skin. I took a deep breath and could smell her sweetness. It made my pulse quicken just a bit, then I turned to the last two lines that remained cut on the counter. I snorted them hard and fast, and they hit me just that way. I paused for a moment, the straw dangling between my fingers. I closed my eyes briefly and tasted the sharp, chemical drip move into my throat. My heart kicked into another gear. Numbness began to spread across my face. I could feel my face flush.

Then Allie was right there in front of me. Her blonde hair was pushed back on her left side but draped over her shoulder on her right. Her chin pointed down, and her eyes with their dilated pupils bored into me. The thin straps of her teal dress cut a small line across either side of her delicate clavicles. The first wave of euphoria hit me, and a puff of invincibility shot through me. That's what her look did to me.

"Let's go," I said, slipping my fingers between hers and I pulled her along with me.

My steps were quick and purposeful, but Allie had no trouble keeping up. When we reached the staircase, I stepped aside and let her go first.

"You just want to stare at my ass," she said.

"I'm going to do a lot more than stare, my dear," I said, a low growl in my voice.

Allie climbed the stairs with an intentional, extra sway in her hips. I had the odd thought that this was the first time I'd been upstairs during our whole trip, since I had initially claimed a downstairs room. I clumsily pawed at her until we reached the second-floor landing, then slid my arm around the small of Allie's back. She leaned into it, and that felt both good and natural.

"Let's go to one of the unused rooms," I said, directing her down the hall. "I don't want us to be interrupted."

"That's ok, we can take the one I slept in last night. Lexi was a lovely bedfellow, but I'm thinking we might do some slightly less platonic things," Allie said.

She grabbed my hand that rested on her waist and gave it a firm squeeze in appreciation. Or perhaps anticipation. We entered 'her' bedroom, and I guided her inside and locked the door behind us. As soon as I turned around, Allie pounced like a cat. I was against the door, and her lips attacked mine.

"I'm just going to be totally real with you, Reed," Allie said when she finally came up for air. "I've been thinking about you. A lot. When I'm with you, I know it's crazy to say, I just feel something."

I chuckled and said, "I think that's my dick getting hard."

"You know it's fucked up you ignored me last night, right?" Allie asked.

"An error in judgement. You have to understand, the things you do to me are...turbulent," I said awkwardly.

Allie's face turned seductive, and her hand found my crotch. Then she turned serious again.

"It's OK if it scares you," she continued. "It scares me a little bit. But I just want you to know I've made up my mind to say fuck it and see how much fun we can have here."

Allie had disarmed me. Her ability to anticipate my thoughts and then articulate them in a succinct, non-threatening way showed a level of emotional intelligence I had to admire. My conversations with Lexi and Kyle bounced around in my head. I did something out of character.

"Me, too," I said and pulled Allie tight against me. "I have been a little scared. It seems crazy. But I want you to know I'm saying fuck it, too. Let's see where it goes."

Saying it made me feel vulnerable. It also made me feel good and a bit liberated. But mostly it made me want Allie even more. I really was giving myself to this instinct that there was something there with her. Fuck it. I really was all-in.

"Sit on the bed, Reed," Allie said sweetly but firmly. "Please?"

I did as I was told, and Allie started to dance to a silent soundtrack. She ran her hands down her rib cage as she moved her hips in a swishing motion. She smiled at me, and I stared at her, mesmerized. Her nipples, free from the restraint of a bra, strained against the thin fabric of her dress. She slipped her arms through the thin straps. The dress slid down her body and melted into the floor at her feet. I took a deep breath and felt a lump form in my throat.

As quickly as the dress had fallen to the ground, Allie got on her knees. My gaze went to her breasts first. They were so firm and perfectly molded it made me believe there had to be a God. She flipped her shiny blonde hair over her shoulder and started to crawl toward me. She didn't speak. She just ate me alive with her eyes. Her movements seemed to be in slow motion. It took her forever to reach me. I sat paralyzed on the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor. She reached me and put her hands on my thighs.

"You are wearing entirely too many clothes," she said.

"I'm a gentleman," I said.

"You're no gentleman, Reed," she said. "And I don't want you to be."

Her fingers skillfully found my fly and unzipped it. She unbuckled my belt and pushed open my pants. She put a warm, delicate hand inside my boxer briefs and found my cock. I realized I was in trouble. Allie had an almost hypnotic control over my climax.

Her mouth engulfed my cock with no reservation. She was more than comfortable having my length down her gullet. Objectively, Allie was on par with her oral skills to Katrina. The difference was the emotion I felt with Allie. It was powerful, something more than just raw, physical desire.

"I love sucking dick," she said, breathing hard from having just released my whole length from her throat. "It makes me so wet."

I ran my hand through her hair and thought about how pretty her pussy was. I let my fingers run along the side of her neck then managed to speak, no small feat given the incredibly glorious head she gave me.

"Lie down, Allie," I said.

"What?" she asked, surprised.

"Lie down," I repeated. "Please. I'm absolutely dying to taste you."

She cocked her head to the side and gave me a smile like no one had ever made that offer before. She had awoken a base need in me to show her how she deserved to be treated in bed.

"Okay, but only if you strip, mister," she said. "I want you naked with me."

I stood up and grinned at her, stripping down like a high school kid who had just been asked by the head cheerleader to take off his clothes. It made me chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Allie asked as she eased herself onto her back on the mattress.

"Nothing," I said. "I was just thinking you make me feel eager like a high school kid."

Allie laughed and said, "You are nothing like a high school kid."

"Fucked a lot of high school kids, huh?" I teased her.

"Shut up, Reed," Allie said, but she couldn't suppress a chuckle. I was starting to realize something else important: we had a shared sense of humor.

I crawled onto the bed and pushed her legs apart. Her pussy glistened with arousal.

"You are so fucking wet," I said. "You were not kidding."

"I love sucking dick. I told you this," she said.

"Let me show you how much I love eating pussy," I said, and I silenced her by flicking my tongue across her clit.

"Oh god, Reed," she cried.

Allie tasted so good. Normally I would have taken my time, tried to tease her, build her up. But the woman's pussy was so delicious, I dove in with my whole mouth and half my face like I had just been rescued, half-starved, from a desert island. The upside of that approach turned out to be that Allie appreciated it. A lot.

"Reed," she said, her hands grasping for my hair. "Your tongue ... your ... tongue ... is ... magic."

I didn't pause or flinch. I just read her body. Her thighs squeezed against me. I saw her head thrashing back and forth. I stopped making long licks up and down her slit and then circled around her clit. She exploded. It was almost jarring. Her body froze and then convulsed violently. But it wasn't good enough for me. Because it wasn't good enough forher. A girl like Allie? One massive orgasm simply wasn't enough to show my appreciation. I kept light pressure on her clit and slid my middle finger inside her. It didn't seem possible, but she rocketed into another level of orbit. I moved my finger inside her, finding the spot just above her pubic bone, and she came again. Immediately.

Allie was still speaking, I guess you could call it. Sounds came out of her mouth that sounded like words, but it was no language I had ever heard. As I slowed my tongue down, I realized what it was. It was the language of ecstasy. Allie was just more fluent in it than anyone I had ever known.

I pushed my body higher up the bed, giving me more visibility over the rise and fall of her flat stomach. I kept up slow, gentle licks up and down her pussy, with the occasional swirl as her faculties seemed to return. Her eyes finally refocused and met mine.

"What did you just do?" she said, her voice shaky.

"I just appreciated you," I said and meant it. "Your pussy is intoxicating."

"You can be charming, you know that?" she said. "A little too charming."

"Is that a thing?" I asked and pushed my middle finger against her g-spot again.

"No, no," she said. "Not yet."

I ignored her.

"Reed, I'm serious," she said.

"Are you sure?" I asked and then sucked lightly on her clit until she moaned again.

"Ye ... yes," she said, unconvincingly. Then she steadied herself. "Yes, Reed, please?"

The plaintive note in her voice was adorable.

"I told you," I said, taking my mouth off its assault. "I never tell a beautiful woman no."

"Good," she said. "Because that was amazing. Seriously."

I climbed up and positioned myself on top of Allie. She kissed me, eagerly tasting herself off my sloppy lips and chin.

"And I'm going to make you cum so hard that you see spots," she added with a look so confident and sultry, I knew I was about to experience something I would never forget.

In an instant, the tenderness of the moment was gone. Allie moved with an agility I couldn't comprehend. She slid out from under me and, catching me off balance, caused me to flip over on the bed. She climbed on top of me.

"You're hard for me already," she said, finding my cock and realizing it was fully erect.

"I toldyou," I said, mustering a cocky smile again, "I love eating pussy."

"Any pussy?" she shot back.

"Your pussy," I said.

She didn't respond. She simply raised her hips and sank down on me.

"Ohhhhhh, fuckkkkkk," she said, elongating the short syllables like she was an opera singer. "Is it too early to tell you that I love your dick?"

I wanted to tell her it wasn't too early to tell me anything, but I had enough sense to stop myself on that one.

"Not if it isn't too early to tell you my dick loves your pussy," I said.

"Reed!" Allie cried out as she pushed her hips down on my cock with needy aggression. "I'm going to cum! You're making me cum again!"

I lifted my hips to meet the downward action of hers. The union was magical. Being inside her was like being wrapped in silk-lined velvet. It felt impossibly good. When Allie finally calmed down again, she looked at me with a wickedness in her eyes. She wasn't even close to being done.

"You're gorgeous," I said.

"I'm still horny, too," she said. "But my legs are getting tired. Do you want to get on top or give it to me from behind?"

"Behind," I said, never losing eye contact. "When I cum, I want to be on top of you. I want to see your face."

She smiled and got on all fours. My cock was still wet and warm from her. And hard. So fucking hard. Made even harder by Allie showing herself off doggy style. I slid my hands over the swell of her hips, savoring her, but she didn't want niceties.

"Get back in here," she said, thrusting her left hand between her legs and searching for my cock. When she found it, I briefly felt the cold metal of her wedding ring. It wasn't lost on me she'd put it on for the performance during cocktail hour, but hadn't bothered to take it off after. It turned me on even more. I needed to be cautious or I was not going to finish in my preferred position to see her face when I did.

"You feel so fucking good," I said as my cock pushed all the way inside her.

"You're telling me," Allie said, a sing-song note of joy in her voice.

My hands ran over her compellingly soft skin, and I grabbed her firmly by the hips. But I didn't do it to fuck her hard. I did it to maintain control, to slow down. To fuck her deliberately. To impart the message that each stroke was something I would savor. Allie steadied herself on a forearm so she could play with her clit while I filled her.

"You're going to cum again, aren't you?" I said.

"Fuuuuuck," was all she could muster in response.

"You are such a good slut, Allie," I said. "I want you to keep cumming."

"You keep fucking me, and I'll never stop cumming," she said, her words clipped and ragged.

It was because she had almost reached the apex again. So I increased my pace. I made sure my hips pushed deeply into hers. I wanted her to feel me tomorrow. But that up-tick in activity almost left me teetering perilously close to going over the edge. That was not an acceptable outcome.

"Lie down, Allie," I said, a hopefully undetected note of urgency in my voice.

Like everything else I had seen her do, Allie moved out of doggy style and into missionary with such precise, sexy movements, I barely even noticed the cool air hit my wet, hard cock. She rested her head on a pillow, golden hair framing her face in a perfectly seductive, disheveled manner. She knew exactly how good she looked. She spread her legs wide, her pussy glistening. I swore it was singing a Siren's song.

"Fuck me, Reed," Allie said, dragging a finger across the slippery slit. "You know exactly what I want. What I need."

I let every ounce of confidence coursing through my body guide my movements. I wasn't going to disappoint Allie.

"Yes!" Allie cried out again as I entered her.

I matched her cries as I fucked her with intention. She grabbed my ass. I didn't hold back this time. I wanted one thing. I wanted to cum so deep in this woman that she thought about it when I went back to Houston. More than that, I just wanted her to remember me.

I extended my arms a bit so I could rest higher above Allie, though I didn't stop the long, firm strokes in and out of her pussy. We stopped talking. Allie bit her bottom lip and looked up at me. I looked down at her. Our eyes locked, and we didn't need words. It was a moment of complete and total connection, and the only sound was the rhythmic slurping of her pussy greedily accepting my cock. Then Allie started to cum again, quietly this time. She was focused. A low, intense moan escaped her lips, so deep in tone that it reverberated through my body.

"I love feeling you cum," I whispered.

Allie just nodded and replied, "I need your cum. I need it so bad, Reed."

Everything went quiet again, except for that hypnotic, wet slide of our bodies and a raspy rustle of the cotton sheets in the bed. Allie's eyes drew me in. She didn't have to say anything. Her arms clasped around me, drawing me tighter. Her legs pulled against mine. But nothing pulled me closer to her than those bottomless blue eyes. I gazed into them as the lightning bolt of orgasm raced from my balls into my cock. I resisted the urge to just cry out in pleasure as the first rocket-like spurt filled her. I just wanted to see the reaction on her face. Her eyes opened wider, but never left mine, and she let the faintest gasp escape when she felt my essence invade her. I pushed my hips into her and tried desperately to get my cock as far inside her as it would go. I really wanted her to feel it.

She did. I know she did. And by the grin she flashed just before she kissed me, I think she felt it the same way I did. The thought of Houston passed through my mind. It held little appeal, even in my post-orgasm comedown. I laid on the bed next to Allie. My hand passed over the smooth curve of her hip, then across her stomach. I could still feel the heat radiating from her pussy.

"So, uh, I'm going to need that interior decorating help you offered yesterday," I said, finally breaking my silence. "Is that cool?"

Her body shivered when I said it. She didn't need to answer.