Page 102 of Reckless
“You seemed fine with it the other day.”
“That’s different.”
Her brow quirks as the silk slides up to her waist, giving me a view of the pale pink thong beneath. I groan at the sight.
“How do you figure?”
I step back to get a good view of her ass before tapping her elbow as a sign to lift her arms. Within seconds, the dress is gone. I’m not a total savage, and I know we need to get out of here eventually, so I hang it carefully on the hook attached to the door.
“Because eating your pussy is one of my favorite things to do.”
I flick the clasps of her bra and watch the waste of fabric fall.
My hands cover her breasts, cupping the bare skin in my palms.
Her head tilts. “Who said sucking your cock isn’t one ofmyfavorite things to do?”
My mouth follows the curve of her neck, planting kisses, until I decide to take a bite of her shoulder. She gasps.
“Say that again,” I murmur, pressing a hand to the middle of her back to bend her forward, propping her hands on the countertop.
“Say what?” She’s panting now, still watching me in the reflective glass.
I give the left cheek of her ass a bite as I drop to my knees, pulling the thong with me. I’m met by smooth, toned legs propped up in the most alluring way above the three-inch heels she’s wearing.
“That sucking my cock is your favorite thing to do.”
“Jesus,” she rasps, right as I run my fingers over her core, discovering how ready she is for me.
I slide two fingers into her, thoroughly enjoying the view of her body bent over like this for me, enjoying her eagerness. How honest she’s been.
“Sucking your cock is my favorite thing to do,” she finally gets out in a breathy voice.
My fingers glide in and pull back out, covered in her wetness. “I can tell. You’re fucking soaked.”
I shove them back in and drop my mouth to her. Licking, sucking, working her with my fingers until she rocks back on me.
“Theo.” She moans as her legs shake, but I don’t let up. I keep a steady rhythm, swiping her clit with my tongue the way she likes.
“Theo.” My fingers move harder, rocking her body on unsteady heels. “Theo! If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to scream!” Her tone is demanding and breathless all at once.
I grin as I withdraw my fingers and come to stand above her. She looks unhinged. Just like that night we shared.
And I love it.
I wedge a dress shoe between her heels and kick her feet apart. “Spread, Winter. Ass up so I can disrespect you the way you want me to.”
She moans in response. And I just go to work on my pants again. Pulled down is good enough for now. I can take my time with her later.
“You’re going to scream, huh?” I run the head of my cock through her slick center.
She nods, elbows propped on the counter, pink fingernails clawing the wooden countertop as her back arches, pussy tipped up in offering.
“Yes. Loud.”
“Begging for it like the good little slut you are.” My hand lands flat and firm against her ass cheek. The breath hissing from between her lips rings out in the quiet bathroom. “Just like I said you would.”
And then I thrust inside. To the hilt, holding nothing back.
