Page 139 of Reckless
Her hand reaches up, and trembling fingers gently trail over my stomach, tracing my abs, tracking the V-line that runs down to my groin.
“Stupid hot. Like what in the actual fuck?”
I press my lips together, not wanting to laugh right now. Not because it’s funny, but because she finally said something unfiltered.
My dick is already rock hard from finger-fucking her. But I pump it a few times. Liking the way her eyes latch on to the motion. “Open your mouth, Winter.”
Her wide eyes turn up to me, and her lips part. I trace them with the head, watching the drop of pre-cum smear over her top lip. Watching her tongue dart out, like she’s dying to taste me, before opening her mouth wide again.
I don’t think she meant for it to be so sensual, but it undoes me. My control snaps. I take two fistfuls of her hair and push my cock between her lips.
She hums in satisfaction, and the sound vibrates through me. My body clenches as I withdraw and plunge in again. It’s heaven having her warm mouth all around me, her tongue swirling, hands roaming over my torso as I control her head.
Her gaze flits up to mine, full of fire. Want. Desire. Not a trace of ice as far as the eye can see.
Her head goes down farther and farther, hands gripping my ass. She’s swallowing me like she can’t get enough. When she goes too far, she draws back a bit, eyes glassy as she works around that reflex.
Then she goes back down for more.
“That’s it.” I groan. “Choke on it, Winter.” She does, taking me as far back as she can.
She’s driving me insane, pushing me to the end. I don’t want to be there yet, so I pull out. “I’m not ready to come yet, Tink. Not before I fuck you.” I swipe a thumb over her swollen lips to clear the saliva, then I lean down and whisper in her ear, “How should I take you first?”
She licks her lips, a nervous flutter taking over her lashes. I don’t expect her to say anything, but she says in a quiet voice, “From behind.”
“That’s what you like?” My thumb brushes her cheek as she nods up at me. “Good.”
I land a nip on her ear and flip her on the bed, lifting her hips so her ass is in the air.
“Condom?” she asks over her shoulder.
I’m already pulling my wallet out of my discarded jeans. The only response I give her is the sound of foil ripping, and a muttered, “Fuck,” as I roll the rubber over myself.
I swipe through her wetness, watching the way her back arches, her knees slipping wider on the bedspread. She’s soaked for me.
I swipe again. A shiver races down her spine. Her pussy throbs. Her hips rotate and she pushes herself at me.
“Theo, please.” She glances over her shoulder at me, pink lips damp, eyes glazed. “I need—”
“This?” I slide in an inch, and her lips pop open into a little “O” shape.
“Yes.”
Her body vibrates with need. I can feel it. My body does it too.
“And this?” I push in a bit further. Her head drops, fingers clutching the sheets like she’s holding on for dear life.
“How about all of it?” I take her all the way, so I’m seated fully inside her tight body.
“Fuck, yes,” she hisses, dropping to her elbows while I take a hold of her hips. “Move, please move.”
“Move? Or fuck you? I wanna hear you say it.”
Her pants come even like a drumbeat. “Fuck me, Theo. Fuck me so hard I forget my name.”
Yeah, that’s what she needs. To forget her name and get a new one.
“Happily,” I growl as I pull out and slam myself back in.
