Change on the Fly (Totally Pucked, #1)

by Maren Moore

“Reed, please.” She’s pleading now. Her voice desperate and edgy, and I fucking love it. “You want me to make it feel better? Make that ache inside of you go away?”

“You are the reason women love grey sweatpants.”

“I want to be on top. Is that… okay?” I could fucking cry. Is. That. Okay? This woman really just asked me if she could ride my cock. “Babe, you never have to ask for what you want. Take it.”

For the first time in my life, I swear I see Heaven. White lights and blinding pleasure have me squeezing her hips to keep from thrusting up to the hilt inside her. Holy fuck.

I’m currently reciting the alphabet in my head in order to not come. I was not prepared for how tight or how fucking perfect she would feel wrapped around me, and now I feel like a teenager.

“I want you to come on my cock, Holland. That’s it, baby,” I quicken my thumb against her clit, “milk my cock.”

Nothing in the world has ever felt like Holland does wrapped around me, and I don’t think anything ever will again. I’m ruined.

I’ve never done this before either. Cuddled, slept with a woman, and I can’t imagine it being anyone other than Holland. Now I realize why she wanted to put these rules in place to begin with, only I’m already dangerously close to breaking them.

Reed: Nah, just wanted an excuse to text you ;)

Me: Is that a good idea? Reed: I’m a rule breaker, babe, gonna have to get used to it. Reed: Plus, Evan specifically asked for Ollie to come, so…

Aaron looks at him in confusion. “Okay… uh, we’re dancing, do you mind?” Reed looks at him then back at me. “Actually, I do. Why don’t you take a fucking hi-” “Annnnnnd, I will be right back. Sorry,”

“What the hell was that, Reed Davidson?” I screech.

Reed was jealous. He was so jealous of Aaron that he couldn’t stand it.

“What do you mean, what was that, Holl? He had his fucking hands on you, almost touching your ass.”

“You can’t just bust in somewhere and demand someone not touch me. That’s not how things work, Reed.”

“You think I don't know that? You think I don’t know that I have no right to be jealous? No right to feel so fucking possessive over you like you’re mine.”

“You’re right. Because we made rules. Rules to protect both of our hearts, and this doesn’t fit in them, Reed.”

Stepping closer, he slides his hands up my jaw, cradling it, tenderly. Gently. “I’m sorry, Holl. I just… I lost my f...

I nod and hold his hands at my jaw. “You can’t do that again. No one can know. Remember?” I say our second rule out loud, and...

Reed sighs heavily, then drops his forehead to mine. “Can you do me a favor and not touch him while I...

“Yes. It was innocent, Reed, he’s a good guy. We were just talking and he asked me to dance, so I said sure.” “I just… I lost my head, Holland. I couldn’t stand to see his hands on you. ...

“I think I’m going to go home. I’m exhausted, and Em has been with Landon all night, so it’s not like she’s going to miss me.” His brow furrows. “...

“After that caveman act you pulled inside? I don’t know, Reed. Maybe I shou...

Reed’s gaze darkens. “Are you… playing hard to get, Holland Parker?”

“I will throw your ass over my shoulder and carry you all the way back to my house, don’t bite off more than you can chew, babe.”

The way my body responds to Reed; it’s never been this way for me, not with anyone else. Like I was made just for him and he’s the only one who can make me feel so alive.

I’ve missed him, and even though I can’t admit it out loud, I was dying for this. For him. “Take me home, Reed.”

I feel a sharp sting on my ass from Reed’s hand as he slaps it. Hard.

I lost my head tonight. Hearing Holland tell me she was on a blind date with that douchebag, I left all rational thought at home when I showed up at that club. Fuck, I don’t know what I thought I was going to do by going there or what I thought I would accomplish, but that’s the point. I didn’t think.

Just imagining his hands on her, it drove me fucking insane. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like that about a woman, on the brink of insanity, just at the thought of someone else touching her. Fuck, even just looking at her.

The thought still makes me want to put my fist through something. The problem with all of this, me being jealous or possessive over H...

She’s laid out on my bed, wearing one of my t-shirts that hangs down to her thighs. Her face is bare, her hair is in a messy knot on the top of her head, and honestly, I’ve never seen her more beautiful.

There’s something about seeing her in my clothes that makes me dizzy with lust. Maybe it’s the possessiveness I feel inside of me tonight. I want to see her in nothing but my shirt from here on out and I’ll be happy.

“I’m sorry, babe, can I make it up to you?" I grin. I am sorry that I acted the way I did, and I don’t have an excuse for it, except that she makes me crazy.

“I have an idea of exactly how I’m going to make it better.”

“How about this?” I take a long, slow lick of her from her opening to her clit, then nibble on the greedy little nub.

“Reed,” she moans, threading her fingers in my hair and yanking when I take lazy swipes, “more.” “I love when you get bossy.” I grin against her pussy before pulling back to look up at her. “Touch yourself.”

“I want you to touch yourself, and I want to watch.”

“You know how many times I’ve fantasized about this since I picked you up from that sorority house? How many times I’ve come on my fucking fist dreaming about watching you make yourself come with my name on your lips.”

My shy girl. She’s so damn sweet. I’m addicted to her. Every goddamn part.

“Rub your clit. Slow, light circles. Like my tongue is flicking over it,” I tell her.

“Good girl,” I say hoarsely, “keep going.”

“You’re dripping all over me, baby, did you like that? Me watching you? Telling you what I wanted you to do?” She nods. “On your knees.”

Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you what you want. We’re both on edge, even more so after the show she put on, and I can’t wait to sink inside of her. After tonight, I have so many thoughts roaring through my head, ones that I can’t seem to ignore. The possessive, caveman kind that tell me to claim Holland as mine, even though I know that can’t happen.

Being with Holland is bliss. I’m convinced her body was made just for me.

“Come, Holland, come on my cock,”

I’ve never been with anyone without protection. Another first with Holland.

This girl has fucking ruined me. Without a doubt.

Holland Parker is wrecking me, and I have no intention of stopping it.

“Good morning, beautiful,”