Page 31 of Reckless
Jaz began to rock her hips, riding me just as she said she would. She set her hands on my stomach, on my scarring, allowing herself a better angle to bounce like the vixen she was. I didn’t know how I’d ended up here, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Not now, not now that I knew how she felt, the sounds she made while I was buried inside her. I didn’t know if I could ever give Jaz up.
Maybe…after she graduated, I’ll have saved up enough to follow her, wherever she ended up going.
That was, of course, assuming nothing else shitty happened in this town, which I knew it would. This was Midpark.
I watched her for a while, her slender, curvy body rocking against me, my cock dragging in and out of that tight hole. Her chest heaved with every breath she took, swaying with her movement, her nipples two pebbles. I wanted to pinch them, wanted to suck on them, but I was paralyzed with how it felt to have her on top, to give her the reins and let her take charge.
I didn’t want to think about the reason she was so good at it, didn’t want to know what she got up to with the others…I knew she didn’t stay away from them, and I knew she’d gone to the dance with both Vaughn Scott and Dante Storm. Between those two and Archer Vega, she sure knew how to pick them.
What did that say about me? Probably a lot.
A low moan escaped me when she took on a quicker speed. I gripped her thighs, feeling my hips moving once more of their own volition. Sweat lined my brow as she continued to fuck me, lust dotting her pretty features in a way that only made me want her more.
Anything. I would do anything to keep this girl safe.
Pressure built within me, the pleasure threatening to dominate me soon enough, and my eyes closed as a groan came from my throat. My fingers tightened their hold on her thighs when it became too much, when her pussy glided across my cock so fast, so smooth, it was all I could do to let the orgasm loose.
My body tensed, searing hot bliss erupting from my lower half as I coated the inside of that condom. Oh, yeah, it was a damned good thing we didn’t rely on the pull-out method; there was no fucking way I’d ever be in my right mind enough to pull out of her when she made me feel so damned good.
The orgasm was slow to fade, and Jaz made no moves to get off me. She remained straddling me, my spent cock still deep in her pussy, leaning over my stomach, dark eyes heavy on me, as if she had something to say. That, or she was about to say something stupid that she knew would tick me off—she had a habit of doing that, and enjoying the outcome.
My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, and I managed to find my voice enough to say, “What?” I didn’t sound too happy, but that was my normal tone. I never got the memo that you caught more flies with honey, but it didn’t seem to bother Jaz, anyway. She’d stuck on me like glue, even when I’d tried to push her away.
“There’s something I want to talk to you about,” Jaz said, her cheeks still flushed with heat. She looked so beautifully messy, though it was a tad hard to focus with my dick still inside her.
“What?” I said again, my grip finally loosening its hold on her thighs. Might’ve left bruises, but she didn’t complain.
“I had a talk with Vaughn and Dante today…”
My eyes narrowed. So far, I didn’t like where it was heading.
“I told them I needed all of you.”
“Maybe,” I gritted out through a frown, “you should get off me so we can have this conversation—” She needed all of us? What the ever-loving fuck did that mean? If she’d slide off my cock, maybe I’d be able to think straight.
Or maybe that was the whole point: she was on top of me, her pussy still clamped around my dick, to make me not think straight.
“No,” Jaz said, and I felt her inner walls tighten around my cock. She had me at her mercy, and I was too weak to her to get her off me. “We’re going to have the conversation now, because the longer I push it off, the worse it’ll be.” Her defiance radiated from every pore, almost to the point where I’d consider her reckless. “I’ve come to care for all of you, and I know it’s selfish of me, but I don’t care. I want to keep you.”
It was a struggle, but I managed to sit up. With Jaz situated perfectly on my cock, I snaked an arm around her lower back, pinning her chest against mine. “Did you seduce me so we could talk about fucking Dante and Vaughn?”
Jaz wrapped her arms around my neck, giving me an innocent look—a look she wore well but didn’t suit her. “I said nothing about fucking them. You did, but if you insist, I could be up for some group play.” She giggled when I jostled her on my lap.
My fucking dick was still hard, too. Talking about those other guys while my dick was hard; I didn’t like it, but here we were.
“Are you asking me to be okay with sharing you with those fuckers?” I questioned, leaning my forehead against hers. Figuring she got up to shit with them and knowing it were two different things…I honestly didn’t know if I could handle it.
Could I, if it meant I got to keep her for myself? Could I tell her no, knowing that she might walk away from me? I was so crazy for her I didn’t think I wanted a life without her in it. I wanted all of the craziness she brought with her, her attitude and her spunk. I wanted it all.
Jaz shrugged, her breath hot on my face as she murmured, “More or less.” When I said nothing, she went on, lightly tracing the plane of my jaw with delicate fingers, “I know you don’t like them, but they make me feel…they make me feel safe, even if they are a little crazy.”
I cocked a brow. “A little?”
“Okay, a lot. Still, I…I care for all of you, and I know it’s a lot to ask, but…I want to see where this goes, with each of you.”
Maybe it was the fact that my dick was still inside her, or maybe it was because she drove me nuts, but I said something I instantly wanted to take back, because it was way too soon to be throwing that word around.
What did I say, you might be wondering? Ugh. Let me fucking tell you.
