Page 38 of Reckless
Whatever. Now wasn’t about them. Now was about us, finally taking the last step.
As we lost ourselves in heated passion, my mind couldn’t help but recall that night after the dance, in the limo. How I’d sat there and watched her and Dante go at it, how her face had twisted in ecstasy while his dick was inside her. The sweat that had lined her brow, how her breasts had heaved as he pile-drived into her. Listening to her moans and watching her face as she came; I was about to experience all of that for myself, and I could not wait.
Jaz ground herself on me until my cock was as hard as it would get, a bulge in my jeans she could easily feel through her leggings. She pulled her lips off mine, leaning her torso back to help me with my shirt. It landed on the floor, and she drew her hands flat along my chest, taking in the toned muscle there. I wasn’t as huge as, say, Dante or Archer, but my strength was innate.
I went for the rest of the buttons on her shirt, undoing them one by one. Both of us were already breathing hard; it’d only get harder to breathe the more we went at each other, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was us finally becoming one. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed her in the most desperate way possible.
When her shirt was fully opened, I saw she wore a thin black bra underneath. I grabbed her neck, not hard, but hard enough she became limp in my grasp, no longer grinding against my erection. The same hand was measured in releasing her neck, slowly traveling downward over her collarbone, between the curves of her breasts, and onto her stomach.
How could another person be so perfect? I thought humankind wasn’t meant to be perfect, but here she was, proving me wrong yet again.
I tugged on the sleeves of her shirt, pulling them off and dropping it to the floor, near mine. I went for the clasp on her bra on her back, unhooking it and taking that off, too. When her chest was bared to me, I couldn’t help but touch her again. This time, I took my time in exploring her chest, memorizing the smooth roundness of each breast and the darkened skin of her hardened nipples.
Leaning my head forward, I kissed her neck. “You’re beautiful,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her tender flesh and making her squirm on top of me. I had her pressed against my chest, so I felt the tips of her tits brush against me with every breath she took.
God. What had I got myself into? I couldn’t go on after graduation without this girl at my side, but I knew she’d never want to join the family, knew she wasn’t like that. What the hell were we going to do?
Jaz responded by pulling off of me, getting to her feet just beside the bed. She set a hand on my chest and pushed me down, laying my back flat. I felt her fingers work at my jeans, undoing the button and the zipper. Within a moment, she had them at my ankles and then on the floor, my boxers the next thing to come off.
Soon enough I was naked, and with a quick, fluid movement from her, she was, too.
We crawled deeper onto my bed, Jaz still on top of me, straddling me and grinding herself against my hard length. I could feel her wetness, knew she craved me just as badly as I did her, and it drove me mad. How could anyone get used to feeling this way? I was always one for control, but being with her, it made me want to lose that control, consequences be damned.
Jaz’s mouth met mine, swallowing up any moans that escaped me as she ground along me. My entire body was on fire, my nerves tingling and searing, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. It felt good, and I could only imagine how good it would feel when I was inside her.
She broke off the kiss to say, “Tell me you have protection.” Begging me to say yes so we could truly become one in the way we were always meant to.
I nodded. The only reason I had some in my room was because I’d talked about her to Stella. Stella, who, when she’d first met my brother Lincoln, had cluelessly believed she was on the pill when she wasn’t. Hence the reason we now had a little girl named Tori running around the place. I pointed to my nightstand, and Jaz rolled off me to search through it.
Literally the only thing in that nightstand was a few condoms. I didn’t have any journals or books there. When I laid down to sleep at night, I usually just fell asleep and that was that. I never understood those people who had long night rituals they needed to accomplish before going to sleep.
When she grabbed one, she came back onto the bed, grinning. She hummed as she kissed me again, and I grabbed her, flipped us so that I was now on top. My hand met with her neck again, and my fingers curled around her jaw. Jaz didn’t struggle, didn’t try to pull me off. I could feel her heartbeat in the thick vein in her neck, and I knew it only beat fast because she was hungry for me.
Well, for me and the hard rod between my legs.
I released her neck and grabbed the square wrapper, tearing it open and pulling out the thin rubber. I put it on, rolling it up my length as I watched her. Jaz’s legs were already spread beneath me; she was ready, and once that condom was on, I was ready, too.
I’d been ready for a long time, if I was honest.
What happened next was instinctual, my body taking over and telling me what to do. I didn’t need to be with anyone else to know where to put it, how to guide my tip to her slick entrance and slowly push myself inside.
Her body should’ve come with a warning, though. A warning for any man who was fool enough to be caught in her trap: once you had her, you’d never want anyone else ever again. Jaz would forever be the only girl who’d get me so high.
It was amazing. She was amazing. So hot, so tight, so wet. It was all I could do to not lose myself immediately. I wanted to, though. She felt that good.
Jaz let out a sigh as I filled her up, a moan that told me she liked my cock buried in her. Her amber eyes were dilated in desire, her lips parted slightly and her skin flushed. She was a goddess in my bed, and I was nothing more than her servant.
I leaned my chest down upon hers, breathing hard in her ear as I went to hold onto her neck again. My body began to thrust, my hips working instinctually. Every time my dick went to leave her, I felt her inner walls tighten; it was as if her body didn’t want mine to go.
If I thought I felt the fire in my veins before, that was nothing compared to how hot it got then. It was hard to breathe, hard to focus as I fucked her, as I took her as mine and finally got to know what she felt like in the most intimate way possible. Jaz was mine right now, mine in every way, and I knew this would only further flame the addiction, the obsession I had with her.
Could someone like me love? I often wondered that, if being a Scott meant love was just not an emotion we felt. Obsession, yes. Pleasure, yes. But love? Love was something so different, something you could hardly describe, and yet, didn’t people say, when you knew you knew? When you felt it, you knew, even if you’d never felt it before?
These feelings I had for Jaz…was it love? And if it was, where did the obsession fade and the love begin?
Maybe it didn’t matter.
I varied my pace, my hips dragging my length in and out of her, building the pleasure inside of me. I kept a hold on her neck, needing to feel her, needing to hear her breathing and her groaning as I took everything she had. Jaz…I’d never let anyone hurt this girl. Not anyone at school, and not one of my brothers.
