Page 55 of Recklessly Yours

Propping myself up on my elbows, I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and nodded. He made me feel seen and safe, like I could say or do anything, and he would get it.

“Show me.” He tipped his head in my direction and loosened the tie at his throat.

“What?” My core throbbed as I thought about him watching me pleasure myself. Why did that idea turn me on so much?

He slid the silky material from around his neck, and an image of him using it to bind my hands flashed through my mind. Ever since he’d mentioned handcuffing me to my bed, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about it. As the idea popped into the forefront of my mind, I couldn’t stop myself from looking down at where his handcuffs were attached to his belt.

“That’s right. I forgot you like the thought of being cuffed to my bed. Being at my mercy.” He pulled them out and threw them next to me on the mattress, then went back to slowly undressing, undoing the top buttons of his shirt.

My skin buzzed with anticipation. I never thought I’d like that. But with him, in this moment, I desperately wanted it.

He popped the button at one cuff, and then the other. “But first, bend your knees. Let me see you.”

Heat flooded me as he licked his lips when his gaze zeroed in on the spot between my legs. God, I was thankful I’d worn my favorite lacy purple thong today.

As arousal coursed through me, I smirked. “Kinda liking bossy Dylan right now.”

“Good,” he said, undoing one button at a time. “Now show me how you touched yourself when you were thinking about me.” He worked his shirt out of the waistband of his pants and undid the last button.

I took in the defined lines of muscles that ran along his chest and abs. My left arm trembled as I kept myself propped up and slid my right hand between my legs and rubbed myself through the lacy material.

He shook his head and smirked. “Get rid of those.”

My skin flushed hotter. I’d never had an experience like this. Though I had no clue what I was doing, I wasn’t about to let it stop.

Arching my back, I lifted my ass off the mattress and slid the thong down my legs.

“Now the rest of it,” he gritted out.

His pupils blew out, watching me as I removed the rest of my clothing.

“That’s a good girl.” In rough motions, he pushed his shirt off his shoulders, then he let it fall to the floor.

His words gave me confidence to bring my knees back up and hold his heated stare while my fingers drifted between my legs. Hesitantly, I ran them down my slit and then back up to circle my clit.

Oh, god. That felt good, but it wasn’t enough.

“Open your legs wider, Hattie,” he rasped out. “I want to see all of you.”

Obediently, I pulled my knees apart, letting them fall to the sides. “I wantyou.”

“Me too.” He smirked, bringing his hands to his belt and unfastening it. “I can’t wait to feel you gripping my cock. But first I want you to show me what you like.” With one quickmovement, he yanked his belt from around his waist and dropped it next to the cuffs.

My mouth fell open. Was he going to spank me with that? My core tightened at the idea.

Jesus. What was it about this man that made me want to do a whole host of dirty things with him?

He popped the button of his pants and removed them along with his boxers. Then he stood to his full height again. “More, Hattie. I want you to touch yourself like you did last night.”

Bottom lip caught between my teeth, I took in his perfectly toned body, pausing to admire his thick shaft. The need to fall to my knees in front of him and wrap my lips around the tip sped up my movements, and I rubbed my clit faster. The way all his attention was focused on me, drinking me in, only added to the pleasure I was giving myself.

Without looking away, he pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer. Then he fisted his cock and rolled it down his hard length. Pressure built quickly in my core as I continued to move my fingers against my sensitive skin, watching his every move.

Finally, he got on his knees between my legs, using his hands on my inner thighs to push my legs even farther apart. His gaze never strayed from the junction of my thighs.

“Fuck, baby. I could watch you touch yourself all day. So hot.”

“I’m so close,” I moaned.

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