Page 81 of Reckless

“Now…” he huffs out a quick breath and looks to the front of the RV.

I run a hand through the thick curls on the top of his head, drawing his focus back to me. He squeezes my thigh. We should talk about this. We’ve not defined what this is, and it’s becoming obvious every passing day we need to.

It can’t be anything more than the time we agreed to. He will go back to his life. I’ve convinced myself to enjoy it while it lasts and once it’s over, we’ll go our separate ways and this will all be a memory.

I’ve been kidding myself. Obviously.

I move closer and he spreads his legs wider to let me fit in between them. He presses his forehead into my stomach, letting out another deep breath.

The air around us crackles. The right thing to do is step back, talk, get it out in the open, but sometimes actions speak louder than words.

My body is saying something different to my head. And my heart. The confusion clears when he looks up at me.

Without another thought, I drop to my knees. Jude leans in and kisses me like he’s starved and the only thing that can satisfy him is my mouth. I welcome it, clutching his hair tighter.

He stares at me when I pull back, then lowers his eyes to watch me reach for the button on his jeans. His breathing becomes more labored as I encourage him to raise his hips so I can pull them down. I leave them halfway down his thighs and gently push him so he is lying back.

His cock is rock hard and straining behind his underwear, which I free and it slaps against his lower stomach. I focus there as I lift it up, gliding a hand up and down. His sharp intake of breath is loud in the silence of the RV, as I duck down and suck him inside my mouth.

I take my time lowering down as far as I can go without choking, hollowing in my cheeks, and breathing through my nose. His hand comes to the back of my head, but he doesn’t push me. He lightly grips my hair, gathering it into a ponytail so he can watch as I move up and down on his cock.

Where I can’t reach, I grip in my fist and move it up and down in rhythm with my mouth, and revel in the noises he makes, the faster and tighter I suck him.

I’m so turned on I have to clench my thighs together and resist the urge to push my hand into my panties and give myself the relief I so desperately need. As if he can read my mind, Jude sits up and cups my breast, kneading it through my shirt.

He’s breathing even harder as he tilts my head by pulling on my hair, but he thrusts up at the same time. He doesn’t want me to stop. When he pushes his hand into my shorts and panties, I stutter as he touches my clit, swirling it under his fingers, before dipping inside.

The muffled moan has him thrusting up a little harder.

“Shit, sorry,” he grunts when I gag.

I shake my head and keep moving. Faster and harder, and he matches my movements with his fingers. As I sense he’s getting close, his hand comes out of me, and he tugs my hair hard enough to pull me off him. He looks almost feral as he makes me stand and tears at my shorts and panties, dragging them down so they drop to the floor.

Jude kisses my mound, then tongues my clit so briefly it feels like a small jolt. Then he turns me so I’m facing away. He gets up and moves us forward a few steps.

“Hold the counter,” he growls.

I do as he asks, as his hand comes between my legs and his fingers dip into me again. His cock slides between my legs, notching at my opening but gliding up and back.

“I should grab a condom,” he says, one hand squeezing my hips.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say leave it, but that is stupid and I’m not that sex fogged that I tell him to fuck me without one.

“Stay there, don’t move.”

It’s odd to be half naked, leaning over the kitchen counter, but I wait, like he asked. When he returns, he’s completely naked and I can’t help but drink him in. The condom is in place, and he wastes no time moving back behind me. He tugs off my t-shirt and unclasps my bra as his cock moves along the crack of my ass, sliding between my cheeks.

He moves away only far enough so he can grab his cock and push it further forward. Jude lightly knocks my ankle with his foot, and I spread wider as he spears inside me. My hips thrust forward, making me cry out, Jude takes hold of my hips and keeps me steady as he thrusts into me.

“Jude,” I moan.

“Fuck, say it again,” he leans forward and kisses my neck.

“Jude,” I breathe out.

“Hold on tight, I can’t fucking go slow.”

I push back against his hips, and he grunts, then moves faster. His balls slapping against me as our hips come together over and over.

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