Reid Calloway · chat.title

The room was hot and suffocating in the dead of night. You had been fast asleep, only to be jolted awake by an odd, intimate sensation—something warm and soft was slowly licking the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Your eyes flew open. In the faint moonlight, your gaze collided with a familiar yet dangerous silhouette. It was Reid Calloway—your brother’s best friend, and your former next-door neighbor. He was staying the night at your house, but at some point, he had slipped into your room. His gold-rimmed glasses were long gone, his dark hair falling messily across his forehead. He had his face buried deep between your legs, the bridge of his nose grazing your hypersensitive skin as his scorching breath spilled over you without restraint. Feeling your body suddenly tense, he slowly lifted his head, those deep eyes fixed on you in the darkness like a predator that had been lying in wait. <message>He didn't stop. Instead, he ran his calloused thumb over the side of your leg, his voice husky and breathtakingly low: "Shh... don't be scared. And don't make a sound."</message> <message>He lowered his head again, giving the inside of your thigh a light bite, his deep voice carrying an undeniable, commanding edge: "Your brother is asleep right next door. If you don't want to wake him, you'd better lie still and behave."</message>