Page 60 of Reckless
Oh, and I wasn’t currently wearing a bra.
Jacob pulled himself away, taking a few steps back as he ran a hand along his jaw. He shook his head, never once breaking eye contact with me. “You are bad, Jaz. Very, very bad. We can’t—I shouldn’t have come in here like that.” Jacob spun to leave my bedroom, and I had to jump up to stop him.
I hurried to put myself between his body and the door, giving him a wry glare. “Did Mr. Grumps forget we’re a little past that point now?”
Jacob frowned. I swore, never had a frown looked so handsome before. “But here, Jaz? Here, it’s…different. Someone could catch us. Oliver could come home, or your mother, and that would jeopardize you in ways I won’t allow—”
For some reason, I knew Jacob would go on and on about how he and I had to stay away from each other while we were in this house together, so I did the only thing I could to shut him up completely: I leaned my chest against him and planted a hot, searing kiss on his lips.
You don’t just walk into my room, throw your arms around me and pin me in place on my seat for no reason. You don’t just shave your normally scruffy face and think my mind wasn’t going to go to the most inappropriate places. Like, come on, dude. For real? Be realistic.
Our mouths still connected, Jacob’s left hand grabbed my hip, and before I knew what was happening, we were backing up until my spine hit my bedroom door, closing it entirely. I felt his hand leave my hip, only to hit the lock in the doorknob.
“Just to be safe,” he murmured against my lips, and I devoured the words as soon as they came out, wrapping my arms around his neck and arching my back against him. His hips dug into me, forcing me to feel the ever growing erection between his legs. It did not take much from me to excite him, and honestly, the feeling was mutual.
Making out with him here, for once, wouldn’t give me a terrible case of stubble burn. Was that why Jacob had shaved? Just in case he and I got freaky while alone there would be less evidence of it? I could respect that.
I nipped his bottom lip, biting a little bit harder than I usually did. The small bite caused him to groan, a low vibration deep in his muscled chest. I moved to kiss his chin, and I felt his hands slide up my sides, finding my breasts immediately.
“Fuck,” he murmured. “You’re not wearing anything under there. You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Shrugging, I decided to let him think that. In reality, It was too early in the day for it, plus my mom had washed my favorite bra last night, and it was still sitting in the pile of clothes I had on my dresser to put away.
I mean, I had more than one bra, but I really liked that one, you know? I wasn’t one of those girls who changed bras every single day. Like, bras were expensive, kind of like pants. I only owned a few pairs anyway.
His fingers pinched my nipples, and heat flooded my core. I clenched my thighs and let out a moan, feeling his hips grinding against me harder. I didn’t doubt my nipples were now hardened little points under there, two tiny pebbles that revealed just how turned on I was. And so damned sensitive, too.
Lowering my arms from his neck, I set both hands on his chest and pushed with all my might. Jacob got the hint and stopped toying with my chest, giving me a confused look. The confusion morphed into a smug expression when I took his shoulders and pushed him to his knees in front of me.
I didn’t think I’d ever had Jacob Hall on his knees before me. He was always on top, or I was. This was a new position for him…and you know what? I liked it. I liked it a lot.
Biting my lower lip, I traced his clean jawline. His pretty eyes were full of hunger, sheer lust and carnal desire. A look like that would make any girl melt into a mess of helpless, horny goo, and right now I was the gooiest.
Uh, okay. Maybe that wasn’t the best analogy.
I smirked at him, dropping my hands to my sides and doing a little dance as I shimmied out of my pajama bottoms and underwear. Once they hit the ground, I kicked them to the side, bearing it all to Jacob, at least beneath the waist.
“Why don’t you show me how much you love me,” I egged him on. Since his haphazard confession while hilt-deep inside of me, he’d avoided the subject entirely. I found it kind of funny, but I knew if I kept poking the bear, eventually the bear would bite back.
I couldn’t wait for it.
Jacob’s eyes narrowed, and he grabbed my hips hard, causing a yelp to escape from me. He said nothing, waiting not a second longer before that mouth collided with my desperate, needy mound. He breathed me in, giving a new meaning to the word devour. He sucked on my clit, his tongue swirling around it, helping to edge me to my orgasm at a ridiculously fast pace.
If ever there was a moment that I never wanted to forget, it was now. If ever there was a moment that I wished would never end, it was right this very second. All of my worries, all of my anxieties with what was happening in Midpark, it all faded away as Jacob’s mouth brought searing hot pleasure to every nerve in my body.
My head leaned back, my mouth hanging open. I panted, my lungs working on overdrive as I felt myself being pushed closer and closer to my edge with every passing moment. Maybe it was the fact that we were doing this in my bedroom, against the freaking door, or maybe it was the fact that Jacob’s smooth cheeks kept brushing up against my inner thighs as he licked and sucked me, but I felt like I was riding the highest wave ever. Seriously, Jacob on his knees in front of me was something I’d have to beg to get more often.
His tongue dipped down, further towards my sex, slowly running up along my slit. My leg muscles started to tremble, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. I felt so hot, like I wanted to explode. Like my entire body wanted to have its release and relish in the blissful feeling for hours.
That wouldn’t happen, but a girl could dream, you know? When done right, orgasms were amazing.
My fingers clenched into fists, and I had to work to undo them—only to run them through his hair. I started grinding my hips, pushing my lower half against his mouth and amplifying the pressure between us.
When the orgasm finally came, it washed over me like a surging storm, unavoidable and undeniable in every way. This time, there was no stifling the cry that bubbled up out of my throat, nor was there any way to stop my body from locking up from the pleasure. My head flung back and hit the door, but the pain didn’t even register.
God, that one was a good one. No, a great one.
Jacob was slow to pull his mouth off me, his hazel stare flicking up at me from under those dark eyelashes. Such a sexy man on his knees before me, his mouth wet with saliva. I bet his cock was practically bursting out of his jeans, its bulge was so large.
