Page 75 of Reckless

The sound of her moans and wetness filled the silent bedroom. I pulled away and flipped her onto her stomach. She gasped in surprise and lifted her ass in the air.

“Ass down, little Spencer.” I pressed her to mattress with my hand. She complied and went a step further, moving her hips, trying to rub herself into the bed. “Need some help with that?” I asked and slid a hand under her, pressing my fingers on and around her clit.

Hannah whimpered and started moving faster on my fingers, chasing her release. The view of her naked ass wiggling in front of me while her wetness covered my hand and her sexy noises filled my ears, made me painfully hard. I put on a condom then lowered myself down and covered her body with mine, pressing my cock to her tight entrance. She went still, waiting.

“Are you torturing me?” She panted and I grinned.

“Delayed gratification, little Spencer. You must be familiar with the term. You know, that resolve I see on your face when you try to twist my arm into doing something? I want not only to push back but drag you to the other side with me.”

I slowly drove into her and we both groaned. She felt so good.

“What is that side?” she asked breathlessly.

“The selfish one. The self-indulgent one. I want to make you like me.”

“Why would you want to make me like you?”

“I want you corrupted. Deprived. That’s the only way I would know how to do this.” I thrusted hard into her and she released a raged breath. “How do you want it?”

Her impatience gave away the answer to that question a while ago, but I wanted to hear her say it.

“Hard,” she moaned and sounded out of breath. “Fast.”

I sucked on her earlobe, and I granted her request. I covered her body with mine, careful not to smash her with my weight and drove into her exactly like she asked. Fast. Hard. Her moans filled my bedroom. I was having sex in my bed. I couldn’t get that thought out of my mind.

I reached under her and pressed my fingers to her clit. Her entire body straightened like an arrow and moments later, I felt her clench around me. I sucked on her exposed neck. The salty taste of her sweaty skin, the velvety softness of her back against my chest and the sounds of her pleasure made me come just a few seconds after she did.

We lay silently next to each other for a while, then she asked.

“Are you okay?”

I blinked at the ceiling contemplating if I should tell the truth. I turned on my side and focused on her face.

“I haven’t fucked anyone in this bed.”

Her throat bobbed. She pressed her lips together and didn’t say a word. I suppressed a laugh.

“Don’t you want to know why?” I played with her curiosity knowing I would never tell her the whole story behind my self-isolation.

“Of course I do,” she said with a soft voice.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?”

“No.” She turned on her side too. We were face to face. “We are fuck buddies, remember?”

“I do.” I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to me.

“Isn’t that like the only rule? Just sex. No pillow talk.”

“I don’t like rules.”

My fingers were drawling circles on her naked thigh. She went completely still for a moment. I could feel her fighting the urge to ask me something. She lost the fight.

“So I can ask personal questions then?”

“Sure.” I stroked the spot behind her knee. “I can refuse to answer though.”

She looked me straight in the eye and asked.

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