Page 70 of Reckless

I leaned back to look at him. He wasn’t joking. I tried to keep a straight face.

“I’m not on the pill,” I said, then burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” He reached down under my dress and covered my ass with his palms, then squeezed.

“You. Not having a condom. At a bachelor party.”

A sexy half grin formed on his lips, while he slowly moved his hands towards my center. He reached the edges of my panties and I stopped laughing in an instant.

“My dick is not the only body part I know how to use, little Spencer.”

He pressed a finger to my entrance through my damp underwear and slowly moved it up to rub my clit without removing the fabric. I arched my back and my hips moved on their own.

The silence around us and his slow, measured movements drove me out of my mind. He spun us around and a second later my back hit the mattress and my panties disappeared from my body. Tyler kneeled between my legs, spreading my thighs with his hands. He sucked on my clit, and I whimpered surprised with the sudden pressure my nerve endings had to endure. My legs squeezed together involuntarily, but Tyler’s palms caressed my thighs, in the same moment his tongue licked all the way from my slid to my clit with one long, deliberately slow stroke, and I relaxed again.

The pleasure felt almost too much and not nearly enough in the same time. I arched my back, raising my breasts in the air. A finger circled my nipple in the same slow rhythm his tongue circled my clit. I was panting uncontrollably.

“Make me come,” I wanted to order him, but it sounded like a plea.

“I don’t like to be rushed, little Spencer,” he said but removed his hand from my breast and pressed a finger to my entrance. “You will have to endure the inconvenience of being eaten out slowly. I want to lick every inch of you.”

My head went blank. His touch, his words overwhelmed me. He wasn’t penetrating me with his fingers, but he rubbed my slit, spreading my wetness all over.

I wanted the release, so I rose on my elbow to look down at him. His eyes met mine. He knew what I was thinking but was planning on postponing my orgasm as long as he could.

Not tearing his eyes away from mine, he sucked on my clit once again.

“Oh, God,” I breathed out the words. The emptiness between my legs clenched with need. He released a low growl and I felt him tensing. He was about to lose control sooner than he intended.

Every muscle in my body tensed when he finally picked up the pace. I dug my heels in the mattress, pressing myself into his mouth. He complied with my silent request for more and penetrated my wet entrance with one finger. Sucks and flicks of his tongue followed one another and that combined with the sensation of a second finger curling up inside me, drove me over the edge.

My moans sounded foreign to my own ears. Like someone else made that noise. I came so hard I felt my pulse everywhere. I vaguely realized Tyler’s fingers were now out of my body and his tongue was licking my entrance lazily.

“That was different,” I stared at the ceiling, trying to prevent myself from dwelling on the fact he still hadn’t pulled away from me.

“Remember what I told you? About cocktails and dicks?” I looked down at him. He was looking at my swollen flesh, not my face. “Same goes for giving head.”

“I didn’t mean other men,” I clarified. “I meant the last time. The first time.”

Tyler lifted his gaze to find mine. His cheeks were flushed. His lips puffy and glistening. There was something feral in his expression. Something wild. Probably the same wildness that drew me to him so much.

He crawled up to my breasts and his teeth scraped one of my nipples. I dug my hand in his hair. He stopped and looked up at me.

“I remember you enjoy nipple play quite a lot.”

“You remember that?” I asked with a whisper.

“I remember everything.”

I ran a finger over his cheekbone, then pushed him to roll over to one side and stood up. Feeling his eyes on my body, I removed my dress and my bra. Then I turned around to face him, completely naked. He was still in his underwear.

“You should know I plan on getting back at you for the slow torture,” I teased.

Tyler got rid of his underwear and sat on the edge of the bed. I dropped down to my knees in front of him, taking his hard on in my hand.

“A slow, long-lasting blowjob…The horror,” he mocked me, and I trailed the length of his cock, base to head, with my tongue, then took him inside my mouth. He hissed.

I continued sucking him off slowly and he gently threaded his fingers in my hair. I thought he wanted to guide me or quicken the pace, but he was just playing with the locks falling around my face. Every now and again his thumbs touched my cheeks. The tenderness of that touch made my throat clench, emotions threatening to rip me from the inside out. Determined not to ruin the perfect moment we were sharing, I started moving faster, hoping it will get him out of that unusual tenderness he touched me with.

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