Page 38 of Reckless

Grabbing my hips, Kaleb shifts, and in one swift movement peels my spandex shorts down my legs before throwing them over my laptop.

I pause, suddenly more revealed to him than I ever have been before.

Seeming to come to the same conclusion, Kaleb doesn't say anything as his eyes rake over my red cotton panties, a slow smile overtaking his face.

The look is downright sinister.

Pure madness seeping out of his pores as his monster shows its face and my hips raise in anticipation at all the devilish things taking place behind my sad god's eyes.

Grabbing hold of my thighs, Kaleb’s hands rub down my bare skin and I sigh at the subtle sensation.

He feels so good. Like he's the match and I’m the gasoline-covered house waiting for his spark. I never want him to stop. I just want him to touch me. Touch me until I lose all control. Bring me to the edge again and again until I can truly forget and remember what it's like to feel again.

Kaleb hisses and I look down to find his eyes focused on the apex between my thighs, my wetness surely seeping through the red cotton.

I was drenched.

And all for him. This twisted-minded tipsy boy who couldn't seem to leave me alone. I hope he never left me alone.

“Fuck you're soaked.” He curses and I squirm under his gaze. He licks his lower lip and I whimper,

“Do that again.” I look up at him, confusion evident in my eyes, “That whimper.” His fingers rub me again and I can't control the soft sound of pleasure that escapes my lips,

“Fuck.” He curses and removes his hand, causing me to cry out at the lack of friction.

“Beg for me, Rose. For my touch. Tell me you want it, my fingers, my tongue. Tell me you want my fire, my little pixie.” His words vex me and turn me on all the same. His use of strange nicknames and dirty words causing my skin to burn with desire. He tortures me, this complicated bloodied man, and I want to show him just how much.

Reaching between my thighs I slip my fingers underneath the hem of my panties and begin to tease myself.

“Kaleb please,” I beg, my fingers tracing that spot at the top of my sex, the one that makes me jerk and dance with pleasure. He licks his lips again, his eyes focused intensely on what I’m doing to myself. What I wish he was doing to me. My fingers touch my sensitized flesh and I flinch. The sensation almost too much with his eyes on me.

“Touch me.” I cry out.

The words are barely out of my mouth and then he's kneeling before me, ripping the red panties over my legs, and I ignore the wave of pure awareness that washes over me at being completely bare before him. But then his tongue is on me, and all thoughts evaporate as he spreads my lips apart, my hips raising involuntarily as his tongue thrusts into my sex.

“I wanted to do this.” He mumbles, his lips and tongue never leaving me, “At the pool. When you whimpered, I wanted to tear those cheap jeans off your body and shred your thin shirt until there was nothing between us. I wanted to devour you like the world was burning and we were the only souls that survived the flames.” His words undo me and I’m powerless as my hands reach blindly for his head, pulling on the dark strands until Kaleb grunts, his lips pressing down on me in retaliation. He sucks my lips between his teeth until I cry out, my hips bucking against his mouth.

“That whimper tortured me. Haunted my fucked up dirty mind in ways your innocent little head couldn't begin to imagine.” His words burn me and I pull on his hair again, my hips rocking against his mouth in a desperate attempt for more. More of him. More of this.

“Allow me to enlighten you.” He mumbles darkly and I watch as his finger joins in with his tongue before crying out at the sensation, feeling more than seeing the smirk break out across his mouth as he continues his sweet torture.

I wanted more of everything this cryptic boy with the magic touch could give me. Even if it couldn't last. Even if whatever this was was just here alive for the moment, like paper confetti falling at the end of a party, I wanted it. I wanted all his dirty words and touches and caresses he could give me.

And I was falling. The pleasure eating me alive as his words set my soul on fire, his touch stoking the flames within me until I was afraid I might burst.

He adds a second finger and I lose it, my head throwing back against the couch as my back arches and pleasure lights my whole body on fire, my climax finally peaking.

I was coming.

I was coming so hard sparks lit up behind my eyes and dark spots crowded my vision.

“Kaleb.” I moaned in pure ecstasy as I came, Kaleb tightening his hold on my thighs as the final waves of pleasure crashed over my body.

Slowly, Kaleb removed his lips from my sex, his tongue swirling circles over my inner thighs, gently caressing the skin there as I came down from my high.

And when his eyes met mine, I wanted to die.

The cocktail of emotions swirling in his irises was enough to torment my soul for two lifetimes. He looked like a devastated boy who was just told by his mother that they couldn't afford the candy he wanted at the store. Like he was teased with the idea of touching something he could never have.

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