Page 78 of When We Were Reckless
“I don’t care.”
“I fucking do.”
He spun us around and carried me across the living room, guided by the light of the moon streaming through the windows, bathing the room in blue. I clung to him, my legs cinched tightly around his waist, my lips crushed against his in a kiss that made me breathless and hungry for more.
Blindly, he made his way down a hallway and took a left turn into his bedroom, where a wall of tall windows overlooked the trees and his backyard. He tossed me on the bed, practically throwing me off him, and I bounced a little on the mattress and stared up at him, waiting for his next move. My skirt was still bunched around my hips, and I was needy and wet and aching for him. Completely exposed. I resisted the urge to pull down my skirt while he removed my left Nike and then my right. They hit the floor with a thud, and then he moved up my body, his hands skimming up my thighs, his lips trailing behind until he reached the place between my legs.
Using his forearms to pin down my thighs, he gave me a few shallow licks. My body jerked at the contact, at the delicious feel of his tongue where I needed him most.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmured.
My fingers dug into his hair, and I tried to pull his head up to mine. “This isn’t what I want,” I whimpered.
“So impatient.”
He grabbed the waistband of my skirt and slid it down my legs, then tossed it aside and tugged up the hem of my T-shirt. I sat up to help him, although he didn’t need it. He reached behind my back and unclasped my bra with one hand. Two seconds later, I was completely naked on Jesse’s bed.
Raw and vulnerable and exposed. When his eyes roamed over my naked body, I resisted the urge to cover myself with my arms. It was so hard to do, but I forced myself to be brave even as my body trembled.
“Jesse,” I whispered.
“Quinn. You… are so fucking beautiful.” His voice was low and husky, and it was impossible to miss the sincerity.Hemade me feel beautiful. Tears stung my eyes, a lump of emotion forming in my throat.
“I want to see you,” I whispered. He was still fully dressed while I was naked. It hardly seemed fair. “Feel you inside me…”
He peered at my face for a moment, and I thought he would prompt me to say the words like he had that day in his truck. But he didn’t. “This is your first time. I want to take my time with you. Make it special for you.”
The sincerity in his voice made my heart squeeze. Maybe he didn’t love me the way I loved him, but I knew he cared about me. What I didn’t tell him was that it wouldn’t take much to make this special. The fact that it was him already made it special. But if I said that, he might think I wanted more than just sex, so I gave him a slight nod.
We’d do this his way.
Without warning, he grabbed my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed, so my ass was practically hanging off it, and my feet were planted flat on the mattress. He knelt in front of me, dragged two fingers through my folds, and guided his fingers to my mouth. “Taste yourself.”
With my eyes locked on his, I wrapped my lips around his fingers and sucked, my cheeks hollowed, his fingers coated with the taste of me.
He groaned and slid his fingers out of my mouth, adjusting himself in his jeans before he lifted my left foot off the mattress and draped my leg over his shoulder. I pushed myself up on my elbows, my chest heaving as he used his thumbs to part my lips and drove his tongue inside.
Oh my God. My arms gave out, and my back hit the mattress, all logical thought flying out of my head as he used his tongue and his fingers to fuck me.
When he pinched my clit between his fingers, his tongue still delving deep inside me, my legs started shaking uncontrollably.
He replaced his tongue with one thick finger, pumping it in and out before adding a second one. Oh my God. My muscles clenched around his fingers. “That’s it. Fuck my fingers. Fall apart for me.”
And I did. I fell apart at his command, and I lay on the bed, boneless.
He kissed the inside of my thigh and stood up from the bed. I scooted back on the mattress and watched him unbutton his charcoal gray button-down. When he got halfway down, he reached behind his head, grabbed the collar, and pulled it off.
In the moonlight, he looked like a god. Lean and lithe, with those broad shoulders and chiseled abs, that perfect V cut of his Adonis belt. He toed off his black leather high tops and pushed down his dark jeans and boxer briefs.
Oh God. I got onto my knees and scooted to the edge of the mattress, my hand reaching for his thick, hard cock that jutted straight up.
It was beautiful. It really was. I wrapped my hand around it and heard Jesse inhale sharply as it twitched in my hand. The thin skin wrapped around his hard length was silky soft, like velvet. I gave it a squeeze, testing it, and he hissed as I dipped my head and licked the drop of liquid off the slit.
“Fuck,” he rasped, grabbing the back of my head as my tongue peeked out for another taste. I watched him from underneath my lashes as I took him into my mouth and sucked on him, reveling in the fact that I had this kind of power to make him so hard. To make his hips thrust and his breathing shallow.
But he didn’t let me finish. Instead, he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me against the mattress, then reached into the drawer of his bedside table and grabbed a silver-foiled wrapper. I watched him tear it open, then roll the condom over his erection before he climbed up my body and settled his narrow hips between my thighs. His heavy cock rested against my stomach, arms braced on either side of me to hold his weight.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, giving me a chance to back out.
