Page 30 of Reckless
Ideas I shouldn’t have, but couldn’t fight.
Heat flared up in me, and I pushed into the apartment, Jaz clinging to me as I went. Once the door was closed and locked up—every single fucking lock, because you still couldn’t be too careful in this town—I grabbed her and held her against my chest. Feeling her small body curl into mine, having those amber eyes gazing up at me as if I was her whole world…it was everything I never knew I needed.
I really hoped she wanted to come here for sex, because right now, my dick was getting hard. Holding myself back from this girl was too much; I craved her like a druggie craved his next fix, needed her like the air in my lungs. Fucking crazy how someone could affect me so much, someone who shouldn’t affect me at all, but here we were.
Jaz’s neck was tilted back, and I grabbed her face, my fingers tangling in her hair as my mouth crashed down on hers. I breathed her in, swallowed her up, wanting to devour every part of her.
I’d wanted to pretend to be a good man, the same man who’d sworn up and down that nothing would ever happen between me and someone who was barely legal, and here I was, doing just that.
Fuck it. Fuck everyone.
Fuck her. Oh, yeah, especially that one.
My teeth nicked her bottom lip before I pulled my face away from hers. Jaz was already panting, her tan skin flushed, and I dropped my hands to her sides, picking her up as I carried her to the hall and then to my room. Difficult to do with a hard-on pressing against my pants and making every movement I made uncomfortable, but it would be out soon enough.
I practically threw her on the side of my bed, and she kicked off her shoes as I went to retrieve a condom from my dresser. I tossed it on the bed beside her, returning to her and letting my greedy hands work to take off her clothes. We’d worry about me after; right now, I wanted to see her, to feel her, uninhibited by any and all clothes.
Her shirt came off first, and then her dark bra. Once her breasts were free, I pawed at them, watching as her eyelids shut and her nipples hardened instantly. After tweaking them a few times, I let my hands travel downward, grazing the tender skin just above the button on her jeans. Jaz was more than beautiful; she was so pretty, so perfect, all logical thoughts flew out of my head the moment I looked at her.
She had power over me, that much was obvious, and I was a slave to it, to her.
My cock twitched in my pants, and I worked at her jeans, yanking them down her slender legs and taking a moment to appreciate the girl in nothing but her lacy black panties on my bed. If this was wrong, who the fuck wanted to be right?
I leaned over her, my face hovering a few inches above hers. Her eyes opened, nothing but slits as she gazed up at me in the superior position. “What are you doing to me?” I asked, my entire body itching to shed its clothing and join her on the bed. I leaned my hips into her, making sure she felt the erection prodding against my pants, and she let out a soft moan.
She had no answer, but she lifted her head off the bed and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. Jaz giggled, running her fingers along my jaw as her head leaned back. “So scratchy. You should shave more, Jacob.”
Jacob, not Mr. Grumps.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d heard her use my name, couldn’t ever quite recall if she’d said it like that before, like it was the most sultry, tasty word she’d ever had on her tongue. Something delicious that needed to be savored.
That’s it. I couldn’t wait anymore.
I stood straight, reaching for my shirt and tugging it off, revealing my scarred torso and abdomen. Jaz said nothing, still staring at me like I was her whole world, as if she didn’t see the ugly truth written on my flesh.
Of course, she didn’t know the truth about it, how I’d got it and why, but I refused to think about that right now.
Right now it was all about her. Jaz and me, giving in to the primal urges we felt, the tug and pull between us.
My pants came off within moments, my cock finally free. I crawled onto the bed with her, helping her lay her head on my pillows. Bringing my lips down to her neck, I kissed her there, nipping and licking, as I reached for the condom.
Jaz surprised me by whispering, “Let me.”
I lifted my mouth off her neck, giving her a look, wondering what the hell she was playing at. When Jaz did something out of the ordinary, she always had something on her mind. My expression must’ve been funny, for she laughed, set both hands on my chest, and rolled me over so that I lay flat on my back and straddled me. With my cock flat against my lower pelvis area, she ground herself against it, rubbing her slit along me.
Fuck, she was wet.
“This time,” she purred, running her hands down my chest, digging her nails into the skin and driving me absolutely mad, “I’m going to ride you, Mr. Grumps.”
There that nickname was. Now was not the time for it, and yet I was liable to agree with anything she said. How could I not? She was a fucking goddess on top of me, her thick black hair in waves over her chest, her full lips parted as she breathed hard. She was it for me. She’d somehow wormed her way into my mind, my heart, and now I struggled to think any rational thought that didn’t involve her.
Jaz was my world.
She reached for the condom, tearing the wrapper and lifting herself off my cock to slide it on. I watched, feeling my balls tighten when her fingers touched my shaft. I’d love to go at her bareback, but I knew that wasn’t a good idea. Better safe than sorry, especially when it came to this girl.
My dick was rod straight as she sunk herself onto it, her pussy taking me in inch by inch until my cock wasn’t visible anymore. Jaz was tight, warm, and impossibly wet. My chest rumbled with a groan, and I felt my hips rock once of their own accord.
How could I be inside Jaz and not want to lose it?
