Page 57 of Call it Reckless

“Then don’t.” I reached for his shirt and began unbuttoning it with my still-trembling fingers. After the first few were undone, he swatted my hands away and yanked it over his head.

He reached into his back pocket and removed his wallet, pulling out a foil packet. “I only have one, so we’re going to have to get creative in other ways.”

I started to answer, but he held up his hand. “I honestly don’t want to know if you have more. I don’t want to think of you with anyone else because tonight,” he growled, “you’re mine.”

I snapped my mouth shut, not only because I didn’t have any condoms, but his words had silenced me even as they sent a thrill throughout me.

I didn’t like possessive men. But this was different.

It wasn’t trying to control me or set limits. This wasn’t about his insecurity or distrust.

This was about us. Reid and Bristol. The push and pull. The irritation and attraction.

It all added up to what pleasure we could give each other.

“Then you better show me what you’ve got, Deputy.”

I reached for his belt buckle as he chuckled. He toed off his shoes, and with no shame at all, finished stripping. For the second time, I fell silent as I took in the beauty that was this man. The moonlight only served to highlight the planes of his abs and the muscled curves of his arms and chest. His cock, long and thick, bobbed before me.

“Will I do?” he teased.

“Oh, I think you’ll do nicely.”

I fell to my knees and wrapped my hand around his length. It seemed to grow even bigger as I worked him with my hand. Leaning forward, I took my first taste, licking just the tip and liking the salty taste of him.

“Bristol.”

It was a raspy plea for more. I didn’t hold back. I wanted to make him lose control as he’d done to me downstairs. I rolled my tongue around his swollen head a few more times before taking him deeper into my mouth. His hands threaded into my hair as his hips began to move in time with my movements.

Garbled sounds poured from him as I allowed my teeth to gently run along his length. His fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair, and I knew he was about to come undone. I alternated swirling my tongue and sucking him until I felt him stiffen, then swallowed every drop he poured into my mouth as he groaned my name over and over.

I sat back on my heels and wiped my mouth. His eyes opened, and his beautiful eyes darkened to midnight skies and focused on me at his feet. His expression was intense. Possessive.

My stomach fluttered and my heart clenched. The ache between my legs grew. I wanted him like I’d never wanted anyone.

He reached down and helped me stand as I remained ensnared by his gaze. I wasn’t sure how to process what I was feeling, but something had loosened inside of me. I lifted on my toes and kissed him. His arms circled my waist, pulling me close.

“Bristol, what are you doing to me?” he whispered against my lips.

“I’m just being me,” I whispered back, raking my nails through the hair on the back of his head.

“I know.” He kissed me again. He walked me backward until my knees hit the edge of the bed. As I lay back, he followed me, covering me with his body, his mouth only leaving mine when he settled us more fully on the bed.

We lay on our sides, facing each other, skin to skin. His fingertips skimmed down the side of my body, and I closed my eyes, leaning even more into him. I’d never been treated with such reverence. God help me, he was spoiling me for anyone who might come later. And that thought didn’t sit well with me. Despite our ups and downs, I felt a connection with Reid, and this night had only driven it home.

His cock stirred against me, and my lady parts immediately took notice. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I slid my hand between our bodies, grazing his hardness, but skipping past it to slip into my own wetness. His eyes followed the path of my hand, so I knew he saw me circle my clit, rubbing it in circles, making sure the back of my hand also continued to brush against him.

That’s all it took. In a swift move, I found myself on my back as he sat between my legs. He reached for the condom with one hand, replacing my hand with his own. Once he tore open the packet with his teeth, he sheathed himself, then rubbed his cock between my folds.

He entered me slowly, then retreated and pushed forward again with more urgency.

“God, Bri, you feel so fucking good.”

“You do, too,” I gasped as I arched my back, greedy for him to keep hitting that elusive spot that I knew was going to make this faster than I wanted. He grabbed my legs and pounded even harder until I launched into the stars, never wanting to return.

He kept up the pace, pulling every moan from me until I was breathless, and I felt him stiffen before he groaned long and loud into my neck as he reached his peak. The weight of him settled over me like a warm blanket, one I wanted to cuddle and curl up under for possibly forever.

It was hands down the best sex I’d ever had. The strongest orgasm I’d ever had. The scariest thing I’d ever felt.