Page 34 of Reckless

Seventeen

Jamie

Fuck the rules. That’s my only thought as I catch Seb with a right hook to the jaw. He’s holding back, and that pisses me off. Although, to be fair, he’d probably knock me flat out if he hit me full pelt.

Each hit has all my emotions coming to the surface, and unfortunately for Seb, he’s getting the brunt of my rage and frustration.

As he shakes his head from my last hit, his eyes land on mine. They swirl with his own restrained anger, but then I see the gold flecks that tell me he’s more than pissed at my blatant disregard for the rules we set. No. They tell me he’s turned on.

He yanks his gloves from his hands and chucks them to the mat. And then he takes a step towards me; eyes glistening with excitement for the chase and stalking after me like a true predator. I take a step back, but just as I go to take another, he reaches out, latching onto my wrist and yanking me towards him.

I crash into his chest hard. My gloved hands are no use in fighting him off this close, and it takes seconds for him to trap me against him.

“What the fuck was that?” he grits out. His chest heaves against mine, and the friction of our clothing rubs against my braless breasts causing my nipples to pebble. And when a small smirk slides over his cocky-arse face, I know he can feel them.

“You deserved it and should be thankful I didn’t put you on your arse,” I snipe at him.

“Is that so?” he says, grabbing a handful of my arse. I gasp just as he swipes my legs from beneath me. We fall to the mat with him on top of me. How very convenient. “Now who’s on their arse. It’s a nice arse. In fact, I’ve had several up-close and in my face moments with it. Literally,” he says with a chuckle.

“Screw you! Let me up.” I try to wriggle free, but all it does is cause friction in a different kind of area. One that seems unable to resist this cocky man-whore. Seb lets out a groan that has my pussy throbbing in encouragement, and my body, involuntarily, arching for more. Seb takes full advantage of the move, using one hand to pin my hands above my head, while he bites my nipple through the thin material of my t-shirt.

Now it’s my turn to groan, and I hate that this is what he does to me. I hate that he can control my body and only needs to open his mouth for my body to light up. I don’t take lightly to being told what to do, dominated in any shape or form, it’s just who I am. But Seb has it all going out the fucking window.

My anger at this insufferable man with his magic mouth and touch, rises again. I double my efforts to push him off, but he has a firm hold of my hands and uses his pelvis to pin me down harder. I’m no match for his strength in this position. And if I’m brutally honest, I like it. It’s only my mind that has a problem because the rest of my body sure as hell doesn’t.

Seb runs his free hand along my side, sliding my t-shirt out of the way. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive, and when he reaches my breast, he flicks my nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. With nothing between us now, the hot caress of his mouth is like an arrow to my core.

“Aah,” I cry out, the sound echoing off the walls. Seb sucks harder, then hums, and as the vibrations skitter over me, I give in to the pleasure. Realising I’m no longer trying to fight him, he lets my hands go.

Lifting his eyes to mine, he asks, “You ever been fucked in a boxing ring, Firefly?” I shake my head. “Good.” He begins removing my t-shirt and goosebumps break out across my skin as the cool air hits my body. Throwing the t-shirt aside, he makes quick work of removing my gloves and tossing them too.

Snatching my wrists, he pins them above my head again, then leans down, lips brushing mine as he whispers, “You see that rope there?” I stretch my head up, looking back to see what he’s talking about, then giving him a nod. “You’re going to hold onto that rope, and if you let go, I’m going to stop. Do you understand, Jamie?” I bite my lower lip as his words wash over me.

Seb’s eyes watch the movement, and I feel him tense above me, grinding his hips a little, obviously needing the friction. He suddenly dives forward, taking my mouth hard, and as he pulls back, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, biting down enough to hurt.

“Hands, Jamie.” His tone is husky, lust lacing every word. I do as he says without hesitation, and as soon as my hands are tightly wrapped around the rope, he slams his lips onto mine again. I open willingly, our tongues colliding, and I can taste whiskey and everything that is him. I close my eyes and get lost in the feel and taste of him as my body screams for more.

Breaking the kiss, I open my eyes as he trails his lips down my neck, and I lift my chin, giving him better access. My skin tingles everywhere his lips touch, and my pussy pulses with want, need, to feel him inside me, filling me.

I lift my head from the mat, ensuring I keep my hands on the rope, and watch the corded muscles in his arms as he slips my bottoms and underwear from me before sitting back on his hunches.

His eyes run down my body, taking in every inch of me as he undoes his trousers, slipping a hand inside and freeing his cock. His hand glides up and down the shaft, and my tongue sweeps across my lips as a drop of precum forms, glistening against the metal of his piercing. I watch him, unashamedly, gripping the rope tighter to stop myself from reaching out to touch him. A deep groan echoes through the room, and my eyes flick up to Seb.

“You wanna taste me, Firefly?” He keeps his eyes on mine as he straddles me, moving up my body and bringing his cock to my lips. I run my tongue up his shaft, over his piercing before sucking him into my mouth. I whimper as the salty taste of him hits my tongue, and he thrusts forward, hitting the back of my throat. Tears spring to my eyes at the force, and I moan around him, squeezing and rubbing my thighs together, trying to find some relief as my own need grows.

Continuing to thrust in and out of my mouth, Seb reaches a hand back, and my legs drop open as he runs his fingers through my folds, over my clit before ramming two fingers into my pussy. I instantly clamp around them, raising my hips from the mat and chasing the pleasure as he pumps them faster. His hips match the pace, and my orgasm smashes into me, knocking the air from my lungs. My hands slip from the rope, unable to hold on any longer and not caring of the consequences, I grab Seb’s arse, digging my nails into his cheeks. His cock grows harder, and his thrusts begin to stutter as his orgasm hits him, and he lets out a deep, guttural roar as he spills into my mouth.

I swallow every drop before letting him slip free from my mouth. As I rest my head back to the mat, Seb slips his fingers from me, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them before dropping them to mine. I open, allowing him to push them in as I run my tongue around them, tasting myself. It’s dirty and turns me the fuck on as I watch his eyes light, and his cock begins to grow again. He pulls his fingers from my mouth, dragging them down my lips. He shimmies back down my body, dropping over the top of me and resting his forehead against mine.

His eyes close as his breath ghosts over my mouth. “Fuck, Firefly. Your mouth, your body, your taste…You make me lose my mind.” I’m taken aback by his words, but before I can reply, his lips meet mine in a kiss that strips me bare.

The tenderness with which his lips move against mine, and his tongue’s sweet caress have my emotions in a spin. He’s never kissed me this way before, and I struggle to work out what it means. If anything.

He breaks away from me, jumping to his feet and holding his hand out to me. The tender moment is gone, almost as though it never happened. I take his hand, and he pulls me to my feet.

Once I’m up, he quickly lets me go and moves away to pick up my clothes. He hands me mine, and I begin to dress, but he avoids looking at me.

Before I can think to stop them, words tumble from my mouth. “What was that, Seb?” Seb instantly stills, hand on the button of his trousers. For a second I don’t think he’s going to answer, and when he does, I wish he hadn’t bothered.

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