Page 11 of Reckless
I didn’t kill Brittany, but was I going to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to me in these next few moments while he was under the impression I did? Nope. Like I said, I wasn’t that much of a goodie-goodie. This girl liked to be bad.
Just not, you know, the murdering sort of bad.
Dante’s hand dropped from my face, and he wasted no time in getting to what he wanted. The leather-clad psycho dropped to his knees, furiously working to undo my pants, and I stood there, suddenly so very desperate for whatever it was he was going to give me.
My panties came down next, and then I was exposed below the waist, just as he wanted. His mouth met my clit in the next moment, licking and sucking in a way that instantly made my knees weak. Fire ignited within me, a hunger that only he could fill now. He’d created this inferno, this raging storm inside me, and he best do his damnedest to give me some relief.
His mouth worked on overdrive, and within the next moment, I felt a finger gliding along me. I’d felt his hand down there before, but this…this was somehow better. This was hotter. A quickie before first period. Whether or not he’d actually be done with me by the time the bell rang remained to be seen, although I suppose being late on my first day back was probably something I should avoid.
Getting head and then possibly sex, or being tardy?
His tongue glided over my clit, circling it once before flicking it in a quick, repetitive pattern, and I knew the answer to that question right then: I’d take the tardy every fucking time.
I let out a moan, my chest heaving with every breath that I took as I relished in the pleasure coursing through my body. Pure, unbridled bliss surged through me, and I could feel the pressure building deep within me, threatening to release at any given moment.
Somehow Dante had stormed into my life and knew how to give the most perfect orgasms. Who knew?
He must’ve known I was close, for he pulled his mouth off my clit just enough to whisper in the huskiest and deepest voice I’d ever heard from him, each word causing his lips to brush against the most sensitive place on my body, “Let me hear you, Jaz.” Dante’s mouth got back to work, and it didn’t take long for me to lose it.
My neck arched, my head banging the door I leaned against as I cried out, all words lost to me as the pleasure exploded within my core. His licking and sucking brought me to the edge faster than I knew was possible, and I rode the high of the orgasm long after he’d pulled his face out from between my legs. My legs, which currently felt like they wanted to give out.
I was breathing hard, but so was Dante, I found out as he stood before me. There was no clock nearby, so it was impossible to tell how many minutes we had left before the bell rang and we officially became tardy, but I could tell he didn’t give a shit. He didn’t even have his books with him. All Dante cared about right now was making me whimper and fucking me in the auditorium.
“Right now,” he growled out, a glint in his azure stare I could never deny, possessive and assertive, “you’re all mine.” Dante’s body pinned mine against the door, his hands the only thing between us as he worked to free himself from his jeans. His cock was rock hard, as noted by the bulge in his pants, and I could tell he was dying to get inside of me, dying to feel my body take his in, in the most primal, carnal way.
But—because I wasn’t stupid, and because I didn’t want to be one of those girls who ended their senior year pregnant due to letting her body and hormones take control—I set a hand flat on his chest, stopping him before he could shove that thick, veiny dick inside of me.
“Dante…” I whispered.
“Come on,” he begged. “I need to feel you. I’ll pull out—”
“That line might work on other girls, but not me.” At least, not me while I wasn’t on any other form of birth control. Right now, condoms were all I had—and, of course, here and now, I didn’t have any on hand.
Dante narrowed his eyes at me. “You don’t trust me?”
Ugh, that wasn’t what this was about. I was not willing to lose my bodily autonomy due to an accidental first squirt before he actually pulled out.
Hey, you never knew.
The hand I had on his chest became firmer, and I pushed him off me, whispering, “Why don’t you let me worship you now?” It was an offer no sane guy would refuse, especially a guy sporting a raging boner like he was.
Dante smirked, running a finger along my jawline, taking special heed to graze the tip of it with my mouth. “Well…if you insist.”
I licked my lips as I reached down, pulling up my pants and hurriedly buttoning them back up before dropping fully to my knees. I knelt head to head with his cock, its tip already dripping precum. Dante was horny, no doubt about that.
Glancing up, I met his stare. He watched me, a dark expression on his face, the kind of look I imagined someone wearing when they decided that they owned whoever was on their knees before them.
Did Dante own me? Nobody owned me, but…right now, we could pretend.
If anything, I owned his sexy psychotic ass.
My tongue snaked out, and I did everything I could to give him a good show. He liked watching, so I’d act as sexy as I could possibly be while on my knees in the sound booth of the school’s auditorium.
I licked his tip, swirling my tongue around as I continued to hold his stare. When I closed my eyes, I took him in. Bit by bit, being careful to pay extra special attention to the veiny side that I adored. My jaw had to crane open as wide as it could to fit him in, and I knew in minutes my jaw would ache something fierce, but I didn’t care. That was part of it. My aching jaw in first period would only remind me of what Dante and I had done here.
When I had most of his length in my mouth, I heard Dante let out a low moan, a deep-throated sound that made me work harder. There was something about hearing a guy like him lose it, something so inherently hot about being the one who was making him lose it. I was right when I said I owned him.
My head bobbed along his length, and each time I made sure to give the tip a good suck. I could taste his precum—a bit salty, but otherwise not the worst taste I’d had in my mouth.
