Page 70 of Reckless
Well, if that’s what she wanted to do, I wouldn’t stop her. What guy in his right mind would? Nevermind that some people might claim I wasn’t in my right mind—
All thoughts in my head vanished when I watched those pretty lips pucker and open. Her tongue flicked out, and she licked the tip like a lollipop, catching the bit of precum that had oozed there. I had no idea what I tasted like, but Jaz didn’t seem to mind it, for within the next moment, she was opening her mouth and taking me in. With my chin on my chest, I was able to watch her do it. Never had I seen anything sexier.
Sexy. That was never a word that was in my vocabulary before Jaz. Sex, sexy, arousal—there were so many things I never thought of, things which did not ever occupy my mind before Jaz, but now it was hard to imagine feeling anything different.
Her mouth was warm. So fucking warm as it clamped around my cock, sucking my tip with every bob of her head. On the bed, Dante had rolled onto his side, having yanked off the condom. His dick was still semi-erect, and as he watched Jaz give me head, I noticed it twitching and regaining its hardness rather quickly.
I had to close my eyes. Watching her go at my cock so eagerly made me want to lose it right away. I had to push the orgasm off, at least for a little bit, focus on the way it felt and not how attractive she was on her knees with her mouth bobbing along my length.
“You know,” Dante’s voice shattered my thoughts, and I opened my eyes to glare at him, finding he was in the process of getting off the bed, “looks like you’re having fun. I think I’ll join you.” He stood, arm bumping into mine as he moved beside me. A few inches taller than me, he sent me a smirk as he went to weave his fingers in Jaz’s black hair and pulled her off my cock.
My glare turned deadly as he pulled her head towards his dick. Even Jaz gave him a look, but in the end she didn’t fight him; she started sucking him off just as she’d been doing to me. Dante’s eyes rolled back, a groan escaping him as she started to bob along that thick length.
I didn’t think so.
Though Dante’s hand still held onto the back of her head, I played the same move he did. My fingers wove through her hair on the side of her head and I tugged her back. Dante was so shocked at my actions he let her go momentarily.
“Dude,” Dante panted. “Not cool.”
Before I could say anything in response, Jaz’s mouth was once again giving me head I knew I’d dream of. Hard to form words when she was on her knees in front of me, even harder to think straight.
Dante went to yank her again, pulling Jaz back toward his cock, and for the next few minutes, we were in a battle. A battle of who could keep Jaz’s mouth around their dick the longest.
When she was between us, when both of us had a hand on her head, Jaz managed to say, “Guys, it’s not a competition.” Her cheeks were red, her lips a bit puffy. She looked just as much of a fallen angel as anyone could possibly be. An angel that had given into her more baser instincts because the devil had tempted her to his side.
“It could be,” Dante quipped, smirking.
I rolled my eyes at him. I think, if given the chance and the choice, everything would be a competition for Dante. Dante was one of the most stubborn, overconfident men I’d ever met in my life—and I grew up in my family, so that was saying something.
Though there were a few choice words I could’ve said, I decided to step between Jaz and Dante, pulling her up to her feet. Dante’s hand slipped from her hair, and I brought those lips to mine, kissing her hard. I didn’t care that her mouth had been around my dick and Dante’s; I only cared that she was here, mine.
“How sweet,” Dante whispered in my ear before practically shoving me aside and taking my place. When his lips met with hers, Jaz had to stifle a giggle.
It was almost like the dance, how Dante and I had sandwiched her between us; only this time, we were all naked, and there were no chaperones watching us. This time we could get down and get as dirty as we wanted.
She flipped back and forth between us, and my balls ached to be released. I needed to come, and I needed to come now. I’d purposefully pushed away the orgasm in the beginning, but waiting this long was just torture.
“Let’s take it to the bed,” I whispered, all but begging. I was not one to beg, but this…I just might beg for this.
Dante and Jaz were the first ones to crawl on the bed, and I was the last. Again, Jaz was stuck between us, though Dante had her lips attached to his, her sweaty body arching against mine in response to what must have been an earth-shattering kiss. I reached for the box of condoms, grabbing one and sliding it on.
I scooted closer to her, moving to grab her upper thigh and lift the leg. I felt something hard graze the tip of my cock, and I knew it was Dante; he didn’t care where the hell he flung that thing, apparently. Or he was too focused on Jaz to realize it.
Since I was coming at her from behind while on my side, I knew I’d have to guide my length in, which meant letting go of her leg. Maybe I should tell her to—
Dante and Jaz’s kiss must’ve ended, for Dante spoke in a ragged whisper, “Don’t worry, buddy. I got you.” And then, before I could tell him to not have me, his hand reached down between Jaz’s body and his, and he grabbed my hardness and guided it to her sweet pussy.
I couldn’t even be annoyed or mad, because the moment I felt her body take me in, I was a goner. Leaning my cheek onto the back of her head, I started dragging my hips back and forth, rocking my cock along those tight, wet walls.
A part of me wanted to marvel at how far we’d come. How I’d needed to have her alone for our first time, and then…then this. Jaz made me do things I never would’ve thought of, things I never wanted to do. She made me feel like I was on top of the world, flying higher than the sky itself.
She changed me. She made me want to be better. I never could be, but that wasn’t the point. The point was I wanted to be. I wanted to be everything she wanted me to be, to prove myself to her.
But maybe that was the thing. Jaz had never asked me to prove myself to her, never said she wanted me to be anything different than who I already was. She wanted me for me.
Dante went back to making out with her while I continued to pummel her from behind. I worked hard, my body lost in its own quest for release. Heated lust coated every single vein in my body, my heart beating so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest as I went at her. When I reached that precipice, when I felt my lower abdomen tighten and my balls tense, I knew it was all over.
A moan came from me, and I jerked into her once more. Hot cum shot from my cock, pleasure taking hold of me and practically suffocating me as I came. It was a rush, and even when it was over, I could still feel its effects on me. I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to pull out. I wanted to do absolutely nothing.
