Crossing Boundaries

Reece

I had just picked Lorna up from her house, and as we headed to school, she groaned, "I can't believe we're back already. The holidays went by way too fast."

"I know, baby, but it's a new year—just a few months left, and we're out of here for good," I said, trying to reassure her.

She smiled at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "At least we got to ring in the new year in style."

"We definitely did, my sexy little vixen," I replied, returning her smile.

I couldn't help but think back to the New Year's Eve party my dad threw at our house. Normally, he'd host it at the club, but after what happened with Lorna last time, he suggested keeping it more intimate this year—just close friends and family. Even then, he ramped up security, just to be safe. Lorna's parents appreciated the effort he put into making sure she was protected.

The night had started off pretty low-key. Dad set up an impressive spread of food and drinks, and even hired a famous DJ for our mini disco bar on the ground floor. Yeah, we had one of those—didn't use it often, but when we threw parties, Dad didn't hold back.

All our friends were there, and we were having a great time, downing shots and sipping on specially made NYE cocktails. Lorna had gotten a little tipsy. I'd noticed that when she drinks, even just a little, she tends to get braver—and by braver, I mean friskier.

Not that I was complaining—I love it when she's all over me. We had been dancing, and she kept grinding herself against my crotch, making me incredibly hard. Her hand snaked up the back of my neck, her head resting on my shoulder. She turned her face to mine, her eyes half-lidded and filled with lust.

Then, to my surprise and excitement, she whispered, "I want you to fuck me into the new year, and I want you to fuck me hard and fast."

I smirk at the memory, recalling her cries of pleasure as I took her on the floor of my bedroom, the balcony doors wide open. Lorna wanted to watch the fireworks as we rode each other.

It was an unbelievable sensation being inside her as the countdown began. The first firework exploded in the sky just as she screamed my name, our eyes locked as I thrust into her. By the time the last firework went off, we both came together, as if the explosion had gone off inside us.

I remember the way her body trembled from her climax, the way she clung to me. I grabbed the back of her head, slamming my lips against hers as I stilled inside her. Her fingers gently caressed my scalp as our tongues fought for dominance, kissing fiercely.

When we were done, we both shouted, "Happy New Year!" at the same time, bursting into laughter.

I couldn't deny—it was the best way I'd ever rung in the new year, and what made it even better was that my sexy, sweet little girlfriend had instigated it.

"Reece, watch out!" Lorna's scream snaps me out of my lustful memory. I look up just in time to see that I've nearly run over a cyclist.

I swerve the Jeep and slam my foot on the brakes, bringing us to a screeching halt.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," I say, glancing over at Lorna, whose face has gone pale. Her hand is pressed to her chest as she tries to catch her breath.

"Watch where you're going, you fucking moron!" the cyclist yells as he gets back on his bike and rides off. Thankfully, I didn't hit him—I just made him hop the curb and jump off.

I shout an apology after him, only to get flipped off in return. I guess I deserve that.

"Are you okay, baby?" I ask, turning to Lorna. She nods, still shaken.