Good Smut Event Day Nineteen - An Explicit Excerpt from Saving Sydney by Jenny Lyn and a Giveaway

“Don’t  you like the wine?”

His lips twitched. “The wine is very good.”

“And what about my choices in lingerie ? You like those too, don’t you?” she persisted, stepping even closer.

“Mm, I see where this is going.” He crossed his arms over his chest imperiously and propped his hip against the counter.

Sydney walked her fingers up his bicep and slowly pulled her bottom lip through her teeth, determined to shatter his resolve. “Because if there’s one thing I do like to spoil myself with, it's pretty bras and panties. In fact, I happen to have on a nice pair of tiny, lacey panties right now.” She let out an Oscar-worthy sigh. “If only you were through slaving over that hot stove.” With one hand she eased the hem of her short, strapless sundress further up her thigh. “Want a sneak peek?”

A growl rumbled deep in Reece’s chest as he trapped her between his long arms and the edge of the sink. He lowered his face to within inches of hers. “Didn’t I tell you in your office today you were gonna pay for me cooking you dinner tonight?”

A shiver of arousal raced up her spine. “Yes.”

“Well, since you like being such a little tease, the price just doubled.”

Sydney swallowed and gaped at him. “Uh-oh.”

A dangerous smile spread across his face as he reached over and turned down the heat under the pot of sauce to a simmer. At the same time the heat level in her veins shot to boiling. Moisture flooded those expensive panties she’d tempted him with in anticipation of the naughty things he might do to her.

Reece picked up her glass of wine and placed it in her hand then turned her around and gave her a push toward the French doors leading out onto the terrace of her apartment. Sydney cast him a questioning glance over her shoulder but he only prodded her along silently with his fingertips.

Outside the sun was setting, shooting the sky full of breathtaking colors that could never be found on an artist’s palette. Muted shades of blues, purples, oranges, and pinks combined to paint a stunning, natural masterpiece. For a moment they both stood in awed silence, Reece gently nuzzling the side of her face while they watched the giant flaming orb sink closer to the horizon.

Cool air slid around them, bringing with it the blended scents of freshly mown grass from the park across the street and burning charcoal from a grill nearby.

Reece sat down on the edge of one of the two plush chaises that occupied her terrace. He took her wine glass from her hand and placed it on the small end table next to it. Then he grasped her hips and pulled her forward until she was standing between his widespread thighs. He leaned back on his hands, cocking his head to one side. Cerulean eyes met hers. “Take off those pricey panties, hot stuff.”

Anxiously Sydney glanced around at her surroundings as if they’d suddenly become unfamiliar. Her apartment was on the corner of the building and the terrace had walls on both sides and a roof overhead so her neighbors couldn’t see her. She supposed someone in a building nearby could if they used binoculars or a telescope...

“Sydney, it's dark enough, no one will see you,” Reece said reassuringly, reading her thoughts.

Reaching beneath her dress, she tugged her panties down her legs and held them out on the tip of her index finger. Reece shoved them in the back pocket of his jeans. Sydney smirked. Yeah, he liked her expensive lingerie, all right.

Reece threw one long leg over the chaise so that he was straddling it, facing the backrest, both feet planted on the floor. “Come here.” He patted the cushion in front of him. “Face me.”

Sydney’s breathing picked up. She’d occasionally wondered what it would be like to have sex outdoors. Looked as though she was about to find out. Of course it wasn’t exactly a public beach in broad daylight, but still, it was an erotically charged yet slightly unsettling experience.

She did as he asked, holding the short hem of the dress over her bare sex self-consciously as she settled herself in front of him on the chaise. Reece lifted her knees over his muscled thighs and gently pushed her back until she was reclining on the cushioned backrest.

“Comfy?” he asked. His hands smoothed up her shins and over her knees but stopped at the top of her thighs. The controlled heat in his blue eyes both unnerved her and turned her on equally.

“Yes.”

“Nervous?”

The terry fabric of her dress was sponging the dampness from her palms so yes, she was nervous. Taking the Bar exam hadn’t frazzled her as much as this man could.

“A little,” she answered honestly.

Leaning forward, Reece placed feathery kisses on the corners of her mouth. “Why would this make you nervous, Sydney?” He continued to brush her jaw with his lips, lighting tiny fires.

“It’s the fear of the unknown I suppose. Being unsure of what’ll happen between us.”

“Put your hand on my chest,” he ordered. Sydney flattened her palm over his heart. “Feel my heart racing?” She did. His beat at a slightly accelerated rate, matching the pace of hers. “I’m nervous too, but it’s from excitement. Do you trust me, honey?”

His question sent a rush of emotion through her. She couldn’t resist touching his face. “You know I do.”

Reece turned his head, kissing her palm. “Then you know I would never do anything to embarrass you or make you feel uncomfortable.”

In the back of her mind Sydney knew one day she’d look back on this moment as the first time she realized she was falling in love with Reece Myers. Behind his dark head the last blazing tendrils of the sinking sun matched the fire she saw in his eyes. A heat that was miraculously all for her. Twilight was settling over them as the weight of her silent admission pressed over her. She waited for panic to rise in her throat, for fear to twist her stomach into knots, but they never came. Instead the unqualified rightness of it stunned her.

“Syd, you okay?”

She blinked, then channeled her feelings into a searing kiss. Sydney could feel him stiffen in surprise for only a nanosecond under the sudden, pressing assault of her lips but then he grasped her head, tilting her face so he could deepen their connection. Reece sank his tongue inside her mouth, probing and sliding against hers. 

Pleasure coursed through her like low-voltage electricity, leaving a lovely buzz in its wake.

He lifted his head, staring intently at her from beneath desire-heavy lids, both of them panting for breath. “I know I tell you this all the time but you’re so beautiful.”

“Reece,” she whispered hoarsely. “I need you to touch me.”

“Lean back.”

As she reclined she noticed the wicked gleam crawling back into his eyes. She’d forgotten she still had to take her retribution for teasing him inside and if she knew Reece at all, it would be a sweet, welcome atonement, no matter what the cost.

He grasped the edges of her dress beneath her armpits and tugged it down to her waist, exposing her breasts to him and the evening air. Her nipples puckered tightly in response to both. Reece reached for her wineglass and tipped it to her lips so she could take a sip. When her tongue darted out to swipe over her damp bottom lip he groaned and followed it with his own, sucking away the last traces of the spicy Cabernet.

Reece dipped his finger into the glass then held it above her nipple, letting the wine drip onto the puckered flesh. It ran around the tip, pooling in the tiny creases, tinting it a darker shade of pink. Reece leaned forward and sucked it clean, releasing her with a soft, wet pop. Then he repeated the action on the right one.

He sat back with a satisfied nod. “Now that’s the way to enjoy an eighty-dollar bottle of wine.”

She giggled. “Think they’d use that as a tag line? Pairs well with nipples?” Reece threw back his head and laughed, a husky, rich sound that made her insides melt like chocolate on hot asphalt.

He painted her repeatedly with the Cabernet, taking his time to lick and suck and tug at the turgid peaks until Sydney was pushing her chest forward for more of his warm mouth. Each time he’d pull away and admire her darkened, slippery skin as Sydney whimpered at the loss of his skilled lips and tongue.

He finally set the glass down and looked at her. “Tell me what you like, Sydney.”

“Wh-what?” she stammered through her lust haze.

“You have gorgeous breasts.” His palms cupped her, pushing the weight of her breasts up while his thumbs brushed back and forth across the hypersensitive tips. “One of these days I’m going to fuck that sweet spot between them,” he mused.

Oh, God, there were those hot, naughty words again. Sydney gasped softly at the erotic visual he’d created in her mind.

“Tell me what feels good to you, baby.”

“Everything you do feels good.”

His eyes challenged her. “Be specific or I’ll stop.”

She made a noise of frustration. “I love it when you use your goatee. Squeeze me harder. I want it a little rough sometimes.”

He leaned over her again, brushing the soft hair of his beard across the swell of each breast while he kneaded her pliant flesh firmly. Sydney groaned raggedly when he pinched her nipples, the sensation shooting straight to her core. “Yes, that feels amazing.” She dropped her chin and watched as her pale skin gradually turned pink under Reece’s ministrations.

When the crotch of his jeans drew her eye, she sucked in a sharp breath. The rigid line of his erection lay along the inside of his thigh, straining beneath soft, faded denim. Just the thought of him pushing his thick cock inside her made her squirm on the seat as a fresh rush of moisture soaked her pussy.

“That doesn’t hurt, Reece?”

He lifted his head, his brow pinched in a frown. “Does what hurt?”

“Your...hard-on.”

He looked down at it then back up at her with a pained smile. “Yeah, but it’s a good hurt.”

“Will you take off your shirt? It’s only fair, since I’m bare-chested and all.”

Reece reached behind his neck and stripped the T-shirt over his head. Her hungry hands immediately sought his warm, tanned skin. She smoothed her palms over his wide shoulders, down his solid biceps. Using her fingertips, she traced the delineated lines of his abdomen, his ribcage and the indentation below his pectoral muscles. Sydney thought him beautiful as well. A perfect specimen of maleness. She desperately wanted to feel him pressed against her, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, but he had other ideas.

“Sydney.” He caught her roving hands and moved them to her thighs. “Slide your dress up. Show me that delicious pussy.”

Heat flamed her cheeks while his blunt words burned her with arousal. “Reece...”

“Don’t be shy.”

Locking her eyes with his, Sydney eased the hem of her dress up until she was bare and open for him, fully exposed to his hot gaze. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing grew shallow and erratic. He slowly raised his eyes back to hers, the pupils nearly swallowing his beautiful blue irises.

“Touch yourself.”

She licked her lips nervously. “I don’t think I can do that.”

It's one thing to masturbate alone in the privacy of your bedroom, but quite another to have someone watch you do it, even someone you’ve been incredibly intimate with, she thought to herself. If her cheeks got any hotter her skin was going to melt off.

Reece scooted them both down on the chaise so that Sydney was reclined further back, her hips tilted up at an angle.

“Yes you can.” He gave her a long, hungry kiss while pinning her hands between her spread thighs. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed. It’s just you and me here.”

“Take your...” She hitched her chin toward his crotch and ran her tongue across her bottom lip. Funny how she kept doing that every time she pictured his dick. It made sense, though, because she knew how good he tasted.

Amusement flickered through his darkened eyes. “My what? Use your dirty words, Sydney.”

“Take your cock out of your jeans,” she blurted.

Without a second’s hesitation, Reece leaned back on his elbows and carefully unbuttoned his jeans. He reached into his boxer briefs and, wincing slightly, eased his cock free. Sydney feasted on the sight of it. 

Smooth, dark pink skin stretched over the thick head. Long, rigid muscle in the shaft. A drop of moisture glistening on the ripe tip. As he slowly stroked himself once from root to tip, she swallowed back the saliva that pooled in her mouth and clenched her hands into tight fists. Oh, she was a lucky girl. Reece was nicely hung.

“God, Reece,” she practically whined. “I want to taste you.”

Almost imperceptibly, he moved his head from side to side, denying her fervent request.  The man had the fortitude of a monk. “Touch yourself, sweetheart.”

“This is torment, pure and simple,” she quipped, sounding vaguely like an obstinate child.

“It’ll be worth it, you’ll see. Do it.”

Until she met Reece, Sydney had never considered herself an overtly sexual person, although she enjoyed a good orgasm as much as the next. She’d had a few lovers before him so she wasn’t a prude, but sometimes 

Reece’s potent sexuality made her feel downright chaste. There was something in the way he looked at her, though, like she was the sexiest, most desirable woman in the world, that pulled it out of her, broke through her barriers, made her want to give him everything. Readily comply with whatever intimate demand he made of her.

Steeling herself against the rush of embarrassment that was surely about to overtake her, she slowly drew her damp palms up her thighs, hesitating only a moment before she brought her middle finger to her pussy. 

She pushed it down through her slick folds then brought it back up to brush her clit. She was so wet her finger glided effortlessly.

The initial burst of intense sensation rocketed through her pelvis, forcing a deep, broken sigh from her throat. 

Giving in, she tilted her head back, gripping the cushion tightly beside her hip with her free hand. Up and down she moved her fingers, all vestiges of shyness disappearing as rising bliss took its place.

“Open those gorgeous eyes, baby.” Reece’s voice sounded different, hoarse and thick. She pried open her eyelids to look at him.  The amount of raw desire on his face shocked her. His hand fisted his shaft tightly, pumping slowly, following her tempo. Suddenly she understood why he’d asked her to do this for him. The sight of him gripping his cock in a familiar rhythm sent her own arousal to levels she’d never experienced before. More wetness flooded her fingers and she began to focus on the needy bundle of nerve endings.

“Christ, that is so fucking sexy to watch. Are you close?”

She bobbed her head furiously as the sharp, early licks of an orgasm crept through her pelvis. “Yes,” she hissed.

“Come here. When you come it’s going to be around my cock.” Sydney scrambled on top of him while 

Reece repositioned them both so that he could lean back on the chaise. Shifting her weight to her knees, she held the hem of her dress up so she could watch herself take Reece into her body.

“Oh, you feel good,” she said, sighing when he filled her. “So good it almost hurts.”

“Sydney.” The way Reece said her name caressed her like a physical touch. The depth of emotion his voice carried matched what was caught in her throat. It threatened to spill off her tongue in a nonsensical rush so she clenched her teeth, trapping the words.

Reece cupped the cheeks of her ass in his palms, helping to lift and lower her steadily. He traced where their bodies were joined with one fingertip, dipping into her slippery folds, then pushed his wet digit toward the tight ring of her back entrance. Sydney’s muscles automatically tensed in alarm at the unfamiliar feeling. She fluttered her eyes open, searching his face.

“Relax, honey. I won’t hurt you. Have you ever done it before?”

It didn’t take a degree in rocket science to know “it” meant anal sex.

Hopefully her fierce blush went unseen in her already flushed cheeks. “No.”

He brushed her hair back from her face with one hand and smiled reassuringly. “Don’t panic. I was gonna let you try something. A little sample that’ll blow your mind.” He nodded. “Want to?”

Sydney brushed her tongue over her top lip, catching beads of salty perspiration.

“Yes.” She shifted impatiently on his lap, her orgasm hovering just out of reach yet so close. “Reece, please. I need to come.”

Reece’s cock pulsed hotly inside of her, echoing her desperate plea. Sydney raised her hips and slid down again, pushing a small grunt of delight from her chest. He sat forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth. 

“Oh God, yes!”

Her pussy clenched as Reece traced the tightly puckered hole, adding a whole different rush of sensation to the already powerful mix. “Breath out, baby, and relax your muscles.” His finger breached the taut rosette up to his first knuckle. It didn’t hurt so much as it felt foreign, but amazingly the added pressure multiplied in her sex. “That’s it. You’re so tight, Syd. So fucking hot,” he ground out.

With a surge of his hips, he pressed his finger deeper at the same time, stretching and filling her completely. The slight burn was quickly forgotten as her orgasm slammed into her, forcing a scream from her throat. Her body felt like it turned itself inside out as extreme ecstasy poured into every cell. She was vaguely aware of 

Reece’s deep, drawn out groan as he joined her. Fireworks. She literally saw stars, something she’d always thought was a foolish myth.

Slowly everything righted itself and she sucked in a harsh breath, needing to force air into her lungs before she passed out.

Sydney collapsed onto his chest. The band of Reece’s arms tightened briefly around her then he was soothing her with the soft brush of his palms down her back and tender kisses to the crown of her head. 

“How was that?”

“If you cook like you make love that ought to be some damn good spaghetti sauce.”

The rumble of Reece’s laughter vibrated through her cheek, eliciting a smile from her as well. She pushed up into a sitting position  and  stretched her legs.

When she looked down at him the expression on his face made her heart flip. Then he cocked one dark eyebrow as if to say “I told you so”.

“Okay, smarty. You were right. You’re a sex god.” Sydney covered her face with her hands when she remembered how hard she came, how loud she’d screamed. “Lord all mighty, I hope the neighbors don’t think I was being murdered and call the cops.”

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