quite the offer
Characters: Susanna and Reece Setting: Reece’s room, morning Rating: NSFW
After taking the alcohol to her room, Susanna made her way to the kitchen, relieved that no one was there even though it seemed someone must have been because there were things out and coffee made. She pulled out a mug, poured herself some coffee, got a piece of fruit and took them both back to her room. In the short time it took her to drink her coffee and eat her breakfast, Susanna had decided that she didn’t want to wait until later to make the delivery to Reece. She rinsed her cup in the bathroom sink, making a mental note to return it to the kitchen later, and then grabbed the bottle of Jack and headed out to the courtyard, crossing it quickly and going up the stairs nearest to Reece’s room, glad that she’d asked him which one he was in so she didn’t have to guess. Reaching his door, she lifted her free hand to knock on it, not even considering that with the early hour she might be waking him.
Reece wasn’t really much of an early riser and without the schedule and lights coming on at certain time, he was actually taking advantage of being able to sleep past seven am. When someone knocked on his door, it only took a moment for him to wake up, but a longer one before he got up, stumbling towards the door. It would make sense that after five years of prison he would have rather been dressed to sleep, but Reece had missed sleeping in just his underwear and the moment the door had a lock, he went back to just his boxers. Of course he didn’t really bother with getting dressed either, opening the door and leaning against the frame with one elbow as he blinked through his sleep. “Yes? Is the place on fire?”
Susanna’s eyes moved over him, taking in the sight of Reece answering the door in only his boxers with a small smirk. “Not on fire, no, but I’ve got a delivery for you,” she answered. She wouldn’t push her way in, but she also wasn’t going to give him the liquor just yet either. “May I come in?” she asked, and while she waited for an answer, she looked over him again, not shy with her appreciation, though she did notice now that he looked rather sleepy still. Maybe she had woke him up? Oops.
Reece sure as hell didn’t need to ask what kind of delivery that was. She was there and she wanted in his room. Reece wasn’t stupid enough to tell her no. Smirking a little at the way Susanna looked him over, he nodded slightly in understanding and pushed the door open more, giving her space to walk in, but she’d had to graze by him first.
The narrow space to walk in didn’t bother her in the least. In fact, she liked it, liked that he seemed to be interested in playing along. Susanna started inside, turning so that she faced him as she walked by, and if she stayed closer to him than she necessarily needed to, well, it was all part of the game. “I like your choice in sleepwear,” she said with a smirk as she moved inside, the fingertips of her free hand trailing lightly over his abs, intending to tease and tempt. It had been so long, and from first impressions, Reece was precisely her type.
“So do I,” Reece agreed, running his tongue along the inside of his lower lip as she touched him. That was trouble. Big time trouble. “But I’m glad you approve,” he added, closing the door behind her. The room was still mostly dark, but he didn’t really bother with turning on the light. “So what did you bring me?” Please let it be her.
Susanna didn’t re-emphasize that she did approve, thinking that it was clear that she did. She did have to blink her eyes a few times to adjust to the darker room, but she could still see him well enough, so when he asked, she smiled slowly and held the bottle of liquor out to him. “Well, I asked, I received, so this,” she said, and after only a brief pause she added, “to start.” If he’d really been in prison five years, and she had no reason not to believe him at this point, she didn’t think the implications would go over his head.
Reece watched her for a moment then moved forward to take the bottle. “They actually gave you booze?” he asked holding it in one hand to inspect it. “Not bad. I thought they’d try and keep us in better check than that.” He smirked a little then looked at her, taking a moment to take her in like she had him. “This is a good start.”
Susanna laughed shortly, shaking her head as she shared in his surprise even though she’d had time to get used to the idea that they’d actually given them alcohol. “Not me, exactly. Apparently several people requested alcohol, so they set up a fully stocked bar in the cafeteria,” she explained. “I pilfered this one for you.” Not that she’d thought he wouldn’t have been able to get it for himself, she’d just enjoyed the idea of personally delivering it to him. “Isn’t it? Though it is a bit early to open it,” she pointed out, tugging it gently from his hand to set it on the desk. And then she stepped into his personal space, looking up at him. “There’s something you’ll learn about me, Reece. When I want something, I’m not shy about going after it,” she informed him with a playful smirk, fingertips brushing against the top of his boxers to rest her hands on his abs.
“A whole bar?” Reece asked, eyebrow raised. That should make things interesting. Having a steady buzz would definitely be a start. “It’s not that early,” he said, but he let her pull it away from him, looking down at her once she was in his space, tongue running over his lower lip for a moment as he watched her. “And you’ve decided you want me?” he ventured, though with her hand where it was, that was pretty obvious.
“Mmhmm,” she said simply. Susanna chuckled softly at his protest, finding it weak, and really, there were other things they could focus on at the moment. And it really was a bit early for Jack Daniels; it’s not like they were mimosas. She wondered briefly if five years in prison had made him more hesitant in these situations, or if he’d always been the type to need to a verbal invitation. “I’m sorry, I thought that was clear,” she said, her expression not changing. “And I’m not very good at taking no for an answer,” she added with a teasing tone, though she wasn’t really joking.
“Oh no, it was clear, I was just making sure that I had it right,” he said shaking his head a little. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, it was more that he wasn’t sure what the result would be. This was the first time in a long time he’d had some semblance of privacy and he wasn’t even sure if it really was that much. There was also the chance that it could be some sort of test he was doomed to fail. “You do realize it’s been a while.”
Susanna made a little humming sound to confirm that yes, she did. “At least five years for you, yes. And it’s been almost two years for me. I’d say we’re both far overdue,” she pointed out. She didn’t want to make it seem like more than it was, which was two people who had gone without for a very long time who had a basic attraction to one another. It was something physical, plain and simply, and she really didn’t think she wanted anything more than that, anyway. “They’ve given us our own rooms, entertainment, alcohol, and there’s nothing to say we would be breaking rules.” There were no guards, no one to tell them they weren’t allowed, so why shouldn’t they?
“More than five years,” Reece confirmed, smirking a little. “I’d say overdue isn’t even close to what it is.” He shook his head, laughing to himself a little. “I don’t remember an exact rule that said this wasn’t an option.” Either that or he hadn’t read the rules well enough, that was definitely a possibility.
Susanna was getting the distinct impression that if they were going to move past the banter stage, she was going to have to be the one to do so. She pushed at his hips, guiding him back toward his bed, pushing him lightly to sit back on it. “If you’re not... up to it, just say the word,” she challenged with an amused glint in her eyes. She toed out of her ballet flats, slowly lifted the hem of her blouse, tugging it over her head and off, tossing it aside.
Reece chuckled darkly as he fell back onto his bed, looking up at her. “You really think I’m going to tell you I’m not up for it?” He wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but he knew better than that. No he was definitely not saying no when she just pulled her shirt off like that. Smirking he reached for the waistband of her jeans and pulled her down into his lap.
“You don’t strike me as stupid,” was Susanna’s only reply. When he tugged her onto his lap by the waistband of her jeans, she let out a soft, delighted laugh, shifting to straddle him. She wished briefly for the lingerie she’d had before, all gorgeous fabrics and colors, lace and silk, expensive and quality. The lingerie they’d provided was several steps up from what she’d had in prison, but still not completely up to her standards. Looking at him, she lifted her hands, pushing her fingers back into his hair. “You do still remember how this goes, right?” she teased, leaning in, her nose brushing his as she left her lips only a breath away from his.
Honestly Reece couldn’t care less what her underwear looked like. What mattered was that he could see it, up close and personal. Letting his hands slide around her back he drew her closer. “Yeah I think it’s like riding a bike or something.” He leaned up the rest of the way, kissing her eagerly, finding himself not able to slow down the moment his mouth touched hers.
Arching against him, Susanna moaned soft and low against his mouth when he finally kissed her, fingers curling in his hair to scrape her nails lightly over his scalp. She pushed down against him, thrilled to have finally unlocked whatever had been holding him back moments before. If the kiss was anything to go by, she thought it would be safe to say that it was just like riding a bike, as the saying went.
Reece let out his own noise, something deep in his chest and despite the fact that he didn’t want it to be it sounded terribly needy. He waited a moment more then he was lifting her up, guiding her back on the bed and moving over her. Slower might have been the more rational way to handle this, but Reece was never one to hold back.
Susanna made a surprised, pleased sound when he lifted her up. God, it got her going when she was with a man who took charge, and she had high hopes for Reece. Not that that meant she wasn’t going to take what she wanted in the process, she thought as her hands moved over his back and chest. Her fingers trailed back to the band of his boxers, and she pushed them down, one hand wrapping around him in a firm grip, stroking him slowly.
He was already reaching for her jeans, undoing them as he kissed her but her hand on him had him breaking off the kiss with another needy groan, his forehead pressed against her. It had been way too long apparently, way too long. There was a strong chance he’d be terrible at this, but she knew what she was getting herself into.
She enjoyed the needy groans, loved knowing that her touch was causing such a powerful reaction in him, and there was something empowering about knowing that she was the first woman to touch him like this in such a long time. She chuckled softly when he pressed his forehead to hers, and slowly released him. “Why don’t you just lay back and enjoy the ride this first time?” she suggested with a smirk. If just her touch was making him falter, she could imagine what the rest would do.
He kissed her again, rolling slightly and pulling her over him. “I won’t say no to that.” Especially since he was obviously getting way too caught up in her to do aspects of this properly.
Susanna returned the kiss, letting him roll them, settling over him. She grinned at his answer, not at all surprised. “I’d say let’s take it slow, but I think we both know that wouldn’t work so well this time. But don’t worry, we might just have to give it a few tries to get back up to par,” she teased as she pushed against his chest, sitting up. Her hands reached behind her, deftly unclasping her bra and letting it fall off her shoulders, tossing it aside before leaning back over him to kiss him, humming in pleasure at the feel of skin on skin.
She wanted this more than once? That was more than fine with Reece, though he hadn’t really expected to find himself with a steady lay throughout his time here. “I can work with that.” One hand reached up to tangle in her hair, making the kiss harder. His other hand ran down her bare back to her hip, holding her steady as he rolled his hips against hers.
Feeling her own control wavering slightly at the hand in her hair, the hard kiss, the feel of his hand holding onto her, Susanna moaned against his lips, eyes rolling back behind closed lids. “Fuck,” she breathed as she broke the kiss and lifted off of him, handing making quick work of undoing her jeans and pushing them and the thin scrap of material under it off, reaching out to brace herself against the wall as she stepped out of them. Kneeling beside him for a moment, she tugged his boxers the rest of the way down and off. Taking him in hand again, she stroke him twice before ducking her head and taking him in her mouth, more for lubrication than to tease or please.
When she pulled away he was slow to let her go, but he did, sitting up more to watch her move out of her clothes. That was definitely a site he’d missed. Nothing quite lived up to seeing it in person. Her hand on him had his eyes falling closed again, so lost in the feel that it wasn’t until she actually had her mouth on him that he even realized she was changing things. He fell back against the bed with a groan, one arm draped across his face and the other twisted in her hair again.
So he liked that, Susanna observed in unsurprised amusement. She moved her mouth over him slowly, teasing now, careful not to do too much, not wanting to have things end before they’d truly begun. After a minute, she pulled off him with a small pop, shifting to straddle him again, lifting herself to position over him and sliding onto him in one smooth motion. “Oh God,” she breathed, eyes fluttering closed, head falling back. She stayed still for a moment, revelling in the feeling of being filled again after so long.
The teasing just earned her more of a groan from Reece, though it was muffled by his arm. Probably for the best, there was no telling just how thin in the walls were in this place. He’d only just gotten his senses about him when she lowered herself onto him and Reece was groaning again, hands along her thighs, pulling her down harder and arching his hips into her. Oh God, was right, though Reece only swore under his breath.
It took Susanna a few moments longer to get her bearings back, but when she did, she pressed her hands against his chest and started moving over him without warning, swiftly rising and falling. It would be quick, there was no doubt about that, but she would be damned if she didn’t enjoy herself. It may have been twenty months, but she thought she still knew just how to do it right so that she wouldn’t walk away disappointed. Shifting the angle she was moving over him slightly, she moaned, a long sound of pleasure as it accomplished what she’d intended.
He held tight to one of her hands as she moved, groaning with everything she did. There was no way he was going to make it long, not with her moving at that pace. He bit at his own lip to keep him from both yelling out and to hold off that edge that was rushing at him faster than he would have liked. “Fuck,” he breathed, something low in his chest. No he was not going to last any longer.
Susanna was lost in sensation, so lost now that his hand holding hers, the low noises he made couldn’t push through the fog in her mind. She just kept moving over him, faster then, enjoying the burn in muscles that hadn’t been used for this purpose in so long, the light sheen of moisture over her body at the physical exertion. So close now, so close, and as she tumbled over that edge, she let out an unchecked moan, louder than she even realized, feeling dizzy with it before falling forward, practically collapsing on him.
Reece was holding his breath to help himself hold out longer, even if it was starting to make him see spots. When she hit her edge she drug him with her, letting out his breath with a loud groan, shuddering under her. Distantly he was sure everyone heard her crying out, but that he’d managed that much after this long was some sort of miracle. When she fell against him, he grunted a little, but still ran his hand down her back as he panted, fingers gliding along damp skin. “Damn,” he breathed against her forehead, turning to kiss her forehead.
Susanna nearly purred at the fingers gliding over her back, and she let out a breathy chuckle at his breathed curse. “Yes, I’d say damn about covers it,” she mumbled against his chest, feeling far too relaxed to bother trying to move just yet. Her fingers she could move, though, she thought as she started tracing patternless routes along his ribs.
Reece was fine with resting his head against hers, chuckling slightly when she touched his ribs, slightly tickled. “You going to make a habit of this?” he asked, wondering if he should be better prepared for her wandering into his room when she wanted something. He was fine with it, if that was any indicator of what it would be like once he had more practice, but it would be good to know one way or another.
Susanna lifted her head just enough to turn it to look at him, resting her chin on his chest. “I don’t see why not. I enjoy sex, it’s a normal biological urge, and if the past few minutes are anything to go off of, there is a certain compatibility between us,” she pointed out, trying to hide a smirk. She really did see no reason, though, why they couldn’t enjoy the physical side of things.
The way she described things were a few levels above how he would have described it, explained it and given his slightly heady state, it took a moment for him to fully understand it. In the end he was just going to settle on yes. “Sounds good to me,” he went with because it did.
It amused Susanna to watch him work through what she’d said, not entirely surprised. Post coital wasn’t the time for elaborate sentences, but she’d always had a talent for multitasking. “As I said before, you don’t strike me as stupid,” she repeated her earlier words.
“Definitely not that kind of stupid,” Reece said with a grin, even if she did somewhat make him feel it. He used his hand on her back to coax her up closer, so he could kiss her again.
Susanna let him coax her up, returning the kiss. She felt... good, in control for about the first real time in a long time, and even if this thing with Reece stayed a simple physical release, she thought that it might be enough to count him among her allies. Not bad for only being here going on three days. Not bad at all.