Page 72 of Reckless
Hot fingers ran up the insides of my thighs. “Open to me,” he commanded, his voice vibrating against my goosefleshed skin.
“Oh god, Gage,” I whimpered as my legs parted as if they had been waiting for his order.
He lifted my skirt, his pupils going wide, covering the green that sparked each time he looked at me.
“Kelly, you’re so beautiful.” He stroked one finger down the center of my already damp panties, my hips rolling upward to receive the pressure of that digit.
Bunching the skirt in his hand, he pushed it farther upward as his lips claimed my mouth again in a hard, fast kiss. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, was lost in the brush of that one finger as he ran it tantalizingly slow around the edge of the thin material separating me from him. My breath grew ragged as he skimmed his touch down my bare thighs, leaving a scorching trail.
“You have no idea how fucking sexy you are.” Gage’s eyes were fixed upon mine. From his expression, I could tell he knew he held all the power. My hips squirmed. I’d willingly give him more. I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me.
“Gage, please.”
His lips twitched before he nuzzled his nose into the cotton of my panties and an involuntary groan flew past my lips. Even through the material, I could feel his breath, his lips, imagine his tongue going straight up my center.
“I want to taste you, Kelly.” Each word was pure seduction, sending my pulse into overdrive. “I need to.”
He flicked his tongue out, pressing it against my clit, giving me a brief memory of how good his mouth felt pressed between my thighs. Of so many times we snuck around as horny, desperate teenagers, finding somewhere we could be alone, going as far as we dared.
“Up.” I gasped as he lifted my hips and yanked the silky scrap down my legs and out of the way.
I dug my head into the headrest of the chair. If I were being honest with myself, this was what I’d come here wanting.
He leaned closer again, hovering over the apex of my legs, until I could feel his hot breath on my slit. “You’re an addiction, Kelly Cavendish. I hope you know that.”
His tongue attacked me in a relentless torrent, flicking my clit hard then licking wider and wider circles around the swollen bud until I was ready to beg. He teased, running his fingers featherlight around my labia. The pressure inside me built, and I brought my feet up, hooking them on the end of the chair to give me leverage, and pressed myself against his mouth.
But his hands gripped my hips, locking me into place. One long, slow, flat-tongued lick, and he plunged his tongue deep like I wanted it, making me cry out. Then that tongue was tracing over my clit, alternately dipping inside then racing up to tease, tying a knot low inside my belly. I gripped onto his shoulders as I was unable to do anything but need.
He ravaged me in an onslaught of pleasure so intense I could hardly stand it. There wasn’t a rhythm, no way I could keep up with what he was doing to me. He was everywhere all at once, surprising me when he reached up and pressed my breasts tight together, pinching my nipple between his forefinger and thumb, shoving me ever closer to the edge.
Two fingers speared into me, making my back arch. “More.” Had that word come from my mouth? I gripped his hair, rolling my hips as he found the spot inside he’d been searching for, and I screamed.
The intense tightening of my inner muscles flung me into the orgasm at the speed of light, making me lose any sense of up or down. I was a slave to the sensations, focused only on his mouth at my core. Then I was tumbling, falling…dragged under until the flicking of his tongue drowned me completely.
Once the initial bliss subsided and I spiraled down from the shockwaves, I was out of breath and needed a moment to regain myself.
“Yes,” he hissed over my sensitive skin, and bolted upright with a hungry, predatory look in his eyes.
Grabbing a condom from a small bag sitting on the dresser, he came back, lifted me from the chair like I weighed nothing, carrying me to the dresser and shoving the bag, his cell phone, papers out of the way. I laughed as objects fell to the floor, but he growled again as he pressed himself between my legs, his cock teasing my entrance through his jeans.
Now, the need to tear his clothes off consumed me. My fingers went to the button of his jeans, and he let me unfasten him as he ripped his t-shirt over his head. Pushing his pants over his hips, his boxers with them, he fell into my hand, thick and pulsing. My hips rose, wanting him to be inside me, but he was bare. God, I wanted to feel him bare. His hands pushed up the dress, over my head, letting loose my breasts to his view.
He rested his forehead against mine, and I could see he was waging a battle, his muscles trembling as those green eyes stared into mine.
“Kelly, I…” He bit down on his bottom lip, turning his head away and concentrating on ripping open the condom package.
Before I could ask him what he was going to say he was slipping himself between my folds. I wrapped my legs around his pelvis to drag him all the way in. Tossing my head back, I slapped my palms behind me on the dresser and lifted my hips just as he plunged inside.
Heat pooled in my belly and swept through my limbs, sending me back to the brink. My walls clamped tightly around him, my body not wanting to let him go.
He wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled my head back even more as he pulled back and rammed inside me again, dragging his rock-hard erection over the tissues that wanted to grip him tight.
His mouth met mine again, his tongue matching each thrust, his hand gripping my ass and tilting me to meet him until he had no farther inside me to go.
“Oh…Gage.” The waves were rising inside me, threatening to swamp me without him. I reached down, wrapped my fingers around the soft skin of his balls and cupped them.
He reared up, every muscle going corded. I watched as his eyes landed on where we joined, an expression of awe coming over his face. He roared, and I lost it, tumbling as he exploded. Hard, fast swells washed through me, breaking, as with a guttural groan he came, the pleasure of seeing his release consuming me. As each after-wave rocked through me, I enjoyed watching him, savoring being connected to him, just for a few seconds longer.
