Page 48 of When We Were Reckless
I didn’t know what made this kiss so different from the others, but it felt like the first time I’d ever been kissed. Heady and intoxicating, like an adrenaline rush that zipped through my veins and ignited every cell in my body.
All the blood rushed to my dick, rock hard and threatening to burst through the zipper of my jeans. She was rocking against me, her pace more frantic, her inexperience evident in her clumsy movements. But my body responded just the same, and for some reason, her inexperience was an even bigger turn-on.
It was all I could do not to come in my jeans as she dry-humped me beneath a waterfall under the light of a silver moon.
It felt like high school again. Oh right. This girl was barely out of high school.
Fuck me.
“Jesse…” she panted. “I’m almost… Oh God…” She moaned, the sound shooting straight to my cock. I can’t remember the last time I’d been this hard.
It was fucking agony not to give in to the overwhelming urge to rip off her clothes and give her exactly what she wanted.
I moved my mouth lower and guided her tit into my mouth, my teeth nipping and biting her nipple through her thin cotton tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, my brazen sunshine girl, as if she’d been planning to seduce me in her tiny shorts and her braless tank top.
Her hands grasped my shoulders, her short nails digging into my skin, and I wondered what had changed. It wasn’t that long ago she told me she was waiting for someone to treat her like a queen, and that wasn’t me.
She was panting, her chest heaving, sweet little moans and whimpers falling from her pouty lips. I moved my mouth to her other breast, giving it the same attention as the first one, my hand kneading her ass cheek, squeezing it roughly in my palm as she rode me.
I wanted to slide my hand inside her shorts. Squeeze her clit between my fingers. Shove two fingers inside her and stretch her tight walls to make room for me. To create a space that only I could fill.
“Oh God. Jesse,” she rasped.
I didn’t even want to think about how wet she must be. How easy it would be to unzip my jeans and glide inside her, breach her tight walls. Feel her muscles clench around me, milking an orgasm out of me that would go on and on. She would be tight as a fist. Her virginal pussy pink and swollen, so dripping wet that her juices would coat my dick and make it so easy to slide into her and bury myself to the hilt.
My cock was throbbing. So hard it was painful.
She should be punished for this. She should be punished for being so bold and brazen, for making me so hard for her that I had to jerk off in the privacy of my own home instead of letting Tasha ride my dick like she’d offered.
I fisted her hair and yanked it hard, exposing the column of her neck that begged to be marked by my lips and teeth. I left purple bruises on her skin while she shuddered and screamed my name, her body convulsing with an orgasm that I hadn’t even given her.
“Can I touch you?” she asked a few seconds later, her voice hushed, her hand drifting lower to the button of my jeans. “Can I see you?”
I squeezed my eyes shut while she fumbled with the button. My cock was screaming yes, but my brain was telling me it was a bad fucking idea. I was a grown-ass man, and she was still a girl pretending to be bold and brazen, so much braver in the dark than she usually would be.
“I don’t want to be reckless with you.”
“I want to be reckless.”
“No, you don’t,” I said gruffly.
It damn near killed me to do it, but I shoved her hand away, the hand that was rubbing against my hard cock, and lifted her off me. For a moment, she looked dazed, like she was still coming down from her orgasmic high and couldn’t figure out how she’d gotten there, sitting next to me instead of in my lap.
Then she said, her voice so soft and sweet, “I don’t think you’re a failure, Jesse. And I don’t think you’re an asshole either.”
But she didn’t know. She didn’t know the half of it.
I was both—a failure and an asshole, but not a complete bastard.
Which was why I drove her home and dropped her off, safe and sound. This whole night had been a mistake.
I told myself that I would stay away from her, that from now on, we really would bejust friendsand nothing more.
As it turned out, she was right. I lied to myself all the time.
Chapter Seventeen
Quinn
