A/N: hey everyone! sorry for a later update, I got a little sidetracked... but here's the next chapter! As I said a couple chapters ago, this story is coming to an end. So I think the next chapter might be the last. But please enjoy the following!

Reid inhaled a few deep breaths, took a couple steps back, and turned away, giving me his back. I slowly sat up, trying to steady my body enough to focus. Daaaamn, that guy was good with his mouth. Holy. Shit. I watched him for a minute. Watched shoulders rise and fall as he continued to inhale deeply. Licking my lips, I slid off the hood of the car, waiting until my legs stopped shaking before putting all of my weight on them, and then slowly walked to him.

"Reid?" I asked, pausing behind him.

He shook his head. "Give me a minute."

Fighting back a smile, I moved around to stand in front of him. His eyes were closed and he was still taking in calming breaths. I reached for his jeans' button and zipper, but he grabbed my hands as his eyes snapped open.

"Don't."

I titled my head with a small smile. "I was going to return the favor."

He swallowed, considering. Then shook his head. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be cool."

My lips pushed into a pout and pressed myself up against the length of his body, the roughness of his jeans brushing my bare legs and his soft shirt grazing my nipples. The feel of his clothes on my still sensitive skin turned my nipples into hard little pebbles again, and I had to suppress a shudder.

He let out a quiet groaned when I moved against his erection, and it took a lot of self control to keep from letting out my own moan.

"You're dangerous to a guy," he croaked, his eyes sliding shut.

"Let me help." Again I tried to undo his jeans, and again he stopped me.

"This was about you. Don't worry about me, alright?"

"If this is about me, then let me do it," I said. "I want to." He opened his eyes and stared at me for a few moments. "I want to," I repeated, my gaze not wavering. And this time when I reached for his jeans' button, he let me push it through the hole and then pull the zipper down. "I only have one condition."

He nodded to show he was listening.

"I don't swallow. Tell me before you come, and I'll finish you with my hand."

"Okay," he agreed.

I gave him a slow, sly smile. "Now let me do all the work." I sank to my knees, and then pulled down his jeans and boxers, unveiling his fully erected manhood, and ordered him to step out of the clothes. I licked my lips and glanced up at his face from under my lashes, my eyes meeting his desire-lit ones, flashed him one more smile, and then leaned in and ran my tongue along the underside of his member, from bottom to top.

He shivered and closed his eyes, his head falling back. When I flicked my tongue against his tip, he sucked in a shaky breath. But it was when I took almost all of him into my mouth that he let out a deep moan, reflexively moving his hips in a small thrust. I grabbed his hips and he stilled, gulping short breaths of air. I began moving my mouth up and down his shaft, alternating between using my entire mouth, my lips, my teeth, and my tongue. Damn, I hadn't realized how big he was when we'd first hooked up in his dorm two years ago, and had never really thought about it since. Reaching up, I took his testicles in my hands, gently squeezing and rubbing, running my fingers along the skin connecting them to his body.

His hands fisted in my hair, urging me on. I increased my pace, and then paused, resting my lips against the head of his shaft and hummed a low tune.

He moaned and moved closer, putting me almost completely beneath him between his legs, forcing me to lean back a bit, his fingers tightening in my hair. Holding back a chuckle, I took him into my mouth completely. When my lips were at his base, I began humming again, slowly pulling back, creating vibrations all the way down his length. His breathing was ragged by the time I reached his tip. When I licked his head, I tasted a few salty drops. He shuddered and tugged at my hair, signaling me to stop.

Shuffling back, I stood and ran my nails along his member, drawing another shiver from him. Wrapping my fingers around him, I moved my hand up and down his shaft, and moments later he came hard. He clutched my upper arms tightly, holding me back just enough to keep his seed from spilling onto me, but close enough so that my hand could continue its swift movements, continuing to milk him. His body was shaking from the orgasm, and when he finished, his head fell onto my bare shoulder and he sucked in deep breaths, still clutching my arms.

"Fuck," he breathed.

I chuckled. "Did I pay you back in full?"

"Definitely," he said, still panting. I started to pull away, but his grip tightened. "Uh-uh. Not done." He jerked me forward into his body, and his hard shaft pressed into my lower stomach. He turned his head and began kissing my neck, intermittently nipping and sucking.

My eyes slid shut from the sensation, and I almost gave in. But stopped myself. "Uh-uh," I echoed, forcing my feet to move back.

He growled his displeasure and tried to pull me back to him, but I held my ground, barely.

"Uh-uh," I repeated. "Maybe later." I needed a little time to think. Everything between us was happening so fast, my mind just needed time to catch up. With an annoyed sigh, he let me go. I felt... disappointed. Yes, I had refused. But I had almost wanted him to ignore that small detail and just take me. I gave an awkward nod and walked around him to get my clothes. But as I was leaning down to pick up my panties, He grabbed my waist and shoved me onto the hood of his car. And I realized that he was shirtless. Fully naked, like me. And his erect member was poised at my opening.

"We're not done," he said, his voice a low growl.

My body hummed and trembled with delicious anticipation and nervousness, and I was already wet. Maybe it was because he had been my first, but Reid was different than every other guy I'd been with. My body's reaction when he was near was different than with other guys. And I loved it.

My hands moved to his shoulders, and I felt his muscles tense as he prepared to enter me.

And then I groaned in aggravation. "We can't."

His frown was deep, almost angry. "Why. Not?"

"Condom," I answered, and he also groaned, his head dropping to my shoulder in defeat.

"I... I don't have any," he confessed. "I didn't think I'd need it today." He paused. "The plan was to just talk."

"Shit," I sighed, almost hating myself for bringing it up. Maybe... maybe he could just pull out? I mentally chastised myself. Hell no. I was not willing to take that chance. You could never trust a guy if he said he'd just pull out. He was more than likely to forget once he was inside. What was the saying? No glove, no love. Damn!

"You?" he asked hopefully.

I shook my head, frustrated. "Same as you. Never thought I'd need one today..."

"It's still somewhat early. People should still be in classes," he said, glancing into my eyes, hunger and desire glittering in his blue orbs.

I licked my lips, and his eyes immediately dropped to my mouth. "Who's dorm?"

"You choose."

I paused, thinking. Yes, who's dorm? How many girls had he brought back to his dorm and had rolled around in his bed with? Suddenly, I felt selfish. This time, when he was with me, he would only be thinking of me. We would not be surrounded by the ghosts of his past playthings, or some damn bet. It would be just me and him.

"Mine," I replied.

A slow smile turned his lips up. "Let's hurry."