Page 23 of Reckless Youth
I lifted my hips and shamelessly ground my core against Cam’s face, boldly and with no inhibition whatsoever. I delighted in his growl of approval. And when he added a finger, slamming it inside my virginal body, a curse ripped from my mouth as my entire body tightened with awareness. My legs quivered and shook until something inside unleashed a torrent of pleasure, a shockwave of unbelievable sensation.
I’d never orgasmed that hard before, even previously with Sage, much less done it with my pelvis jutting against a boy’s face. But goddamn, it was electrifying and out of this world. My body was wrung out, yet wildly yearning for more.
In the climactic haze, I’d nearly forgotten about Cam and Sage.Nearly.
Rolling my head to the side, I glanced down to where my hand moved in time with Sage’s and then stared up into his face.
With lips parted and eyes closed, Sage held the most serene, yet dire look on his face as he chased his own orgasm. I continued my hand job, increasing the pace and pressure, listening to his labored breaths; gasps and moans and pleas forfaster,harder.
The same held true for Cam. Although I wasn’t touching him, we still felt connected. His eyes bore into me, drinking me in, as his fist flew over his own hard flesh. My inner muscles clenched in response; tumbling and somersaulting, needing to be filled.
I boldly placed my hand between my legs to slide through the wet, springy curls, reveling in the sensation and aftershocks of my orgasm.
“Fuck, that’s so hot, London.”
As if on cue, they released their orgasms simultaneously. Cam leaned over me, one hand pressed firmly against the couch cushion next to my leg, and very quietly, with just a low guttural roar, his orgasm shot across my thigh and belly.
Sage, still in my own grip, gave a wild, hoarse cry. His hand clenched mine, as I felt his cock strain and pulse, as he shuddered, and the warm rush of his seed shot over our joined hands.
The air was thick with sweat, chocolate and champagne, and the scent of sex. It grew quiet and a blast of cold air from upstairs seemed to blow across our bodies, drying the residual of their climaxes.
My body was a damp rag, wrung out and numb. I felt sated and happy. Completely relaxed and blissed out.
Until the sound of a door opening at the top of the stairs pulled us all out of our perfect, after-sex haze, and brought us back to reality from the insolated bubble we’d just been in.
We scrambled to get dressed, as the voice of my dad grew imminently closer and closer with each step he took down the stairwell.
“Happy New Year, kids!” he called down.
When he finally reached the bottom and rounded the corner, the three of us all put on our dopiest grins from the spots on the couch we’d flung ourselves to.
“Happy New Year, daddy.”
My voice sounded like a little girl’s, but the three of us knew better.
I’d just stepped into the world of womanhood. My sexual innocence now a thing of the past.
Chapter 12
After my daddy had gone back upstairs, leaving us with a plate of cookies and some more popcorn, there was a stir of electricity still buzzing in our bones and blood, as we tried to come to terms with what happened.
Cam was the first to leave, shutting down like he’d often do.
“I told my parents I’d be home before one a.m. I gotta go.”
I was sitting cross-legged on the couch and looked over at Sage who had picked up his guitar and was plucking at the strings.
“What about you? You leaving, too?”
Sage tipped his chin up, the soft melodic tune he played momentarily stopped, as he looked up at me through his make-up lined-lashes.
“I’ll stay.”
I gave him a wan smile and held out my hand to Cam, hoping he’d give me a hug before he left. I didn’t want it to get awkward between us, like it had during the school year, even though there was a potential it could get weird.
My naivety about love and sex proved how little I truly knew about the complications that arise when sex is in the picture.
I had no real-world experience to tell me otherwise.
