Page 36 of Reckless Youth
I finished and took a few steps forward toward the clearing to find Sage smoking a cigarette, the scent of cloves and nicotine wafting through the air. He was the only one of us who smoked; a habit I didn’t particularly care for and begged him to stop. But he said it was the only thing that calmed his nerves. That and alcohol, unfortunately.
His propensity to fall into the same patterns as his father worried me. From what I knew of Mr. Hendricks, he was a mean asshole who didn’t have a heart. Sage was so very opposite of him in that respect. Sage had heart, and love and acceptance and soul for days.
“All good?” He threw the butt in the firepit and stamped it out.
“Yep. You?”
He hummed a response and sat down on the log facing the water, patting the spot next to him for me to sit. As I did, he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me in close, my body shivering with his warmth.
“London,” he whispered into my ear softly like a hummingbird fluttering there. “Tonight was…holy fuck. It was fucking amazing, better than I could have ever imagined. You were perfect. And so was Cam.”
His voice was wistful with the last part of his confession and I knew that he kept his true feelings for Cam hidden deep, not wanting to rock the boat or upset the applecart when it came to his secret desires.
“Do you think you’ll ever tell him how you feel?”
Sage scoffed sarcastically. “Not if I want my nose to remain in the same place it is right now.”
I laughed softly but saw the true fear through his joke. Even last night, with the three of us together in a variety of ways, Cam was very careful not to purposely touch Sage intimately when we were together – maybe a brush of a hand or foot, but that was it. He avoided Sage’s body as much as he could.
I placed my palm on his thigh, staring at his side profile. His perfectly sloped nose and strong jawline accentuated his full lips. Those lips that touched every part of me last night. And his eyelashes fanned across his high cheekbones, the moonlight giving them shadows and making them look even longer.
Sighing, I snuggled closer, breathing in the scent of his skin. Spicy and smoky.
“Are you okay with what we did together? I mean, it’s not exactly…normalto do that.”
Lifting my chin, I kissed at the base of his neck. “It was perfect for me. I’ll never forget my first time. You two gave me everything I needed, wanted and more.”
Sage shifted toward me, reaching his hand up to the side of my face and cradled my cheek in his palm before kissing me soundly. My lips automatically parted, granting him access, never wanting to deny him anything.
We made out for a little while longer, our breaths turning into pants, bodies arching into each other, hands clinging and fingers brushing over heated skin. Sage slipped a hand up my T-shirt, his fingers skating over the curve of my breast with its taut nipple begging to be plucked. His thumb swept and flicked at the sensitive tip, sending bolts of desire and need coiling in my belly, where white-hot pleasure shot to my clit.
“Do I get to fuck you now?” His question was needy and laced with longing.
“Mmm…yes. I want you, too, Sage.”
This would only be my first time with him. After Cam took my virginity, Sage orgasmed into his own hand and we fooled around some more and then fell asleep side-by-side. A little while later, I gave Sage a blowjob and Cam got me off with his fingers.
But I hadn’t had Sage inside of me yet. And I wanted it so badly. I wanted to share that same intimacy with Sage as I had with Cam.
Realizing that we might wake Cam, although he seemed sound asleep, I stopped Sage with a touch at his elbow.
“What about Cam?”
It was now light enough for me to see the way he bit the corner of his smile that tugged at his mouth.
“If he wakes, he can watch,” he grinned. “Or join us.”
I felt a titter of excitement and giggled as we stepped inside, zipping out the increasing light of daybreak with the closure of the flaps.
Sage reached for the hem of my T-shirt and tugged it over my head as he kissed his way down my shoulders and collarbone. My skin brushed against his solid flesh and wanted to mold myself into him, like clay in the potter’s hand.
We were limbs and mouths, heat and sex. I gasped against his open mouth as his fingertips skimmed through the wetness between my legs. I coasted my own fingers over the smooth and ridged muscles of his chest, circling down until I felt the straining mass trying to break through the top of his shorts.
He bucked against my hand as I wrapped my palm around his throbbing length, our kisses becoming less gentle as we both sought more friction in any way we could find it.
Our tongues dueled and explored one another’s mouths as we rocked into each other’s hands, his thumb pressing and adding just enough pressure and circular rhythm to make me beg for more. A hot ache grew and built between my legs as I neared release, but I wanted him inside me when I came.
“I’m ready, Sage.”
