Page 42 of Reckless Rebel

His hands slide down to my jeans and he tugs at the zipper, okay maybe we are going to do something right here in this room. Not exactly how I imagined, but maybe that’s for the best, maybe it’s like pulling off a band aid, just do it, no pain. He shoves his fingers through my folds until he can push them inside, it stings a little as I’m not ready enough for them, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“God I am so fucking hard,” Rick mumbles into my neck, and his words make me think of when Jace said the same after I sent him that picture. The image of his colorful chest flashes in my mind. “Yes, Riley, fuck! You’re so tight, I can’t wait to feel you clench like that on my dick.”

I wish guys knew that girls being tight means we aren’t ready for them. Who told them it was a good thing? That person needs jail.

His fingers begin to piston in and out of me, but I feel myself resisting, “Can we slow down a bit?” I ask, but he shoves his tongue back in my mouth.

I let him kiss me, ignoring how much I wish it was someone else and thankfully I can feel myself getting wetter now, my body finally catching up to the situation, but still something is holding me back.

“I thought you wanted to show me how much you care about me?” He pulls back and looks at me accusingly, like he is waiting for my rebuttal. His fingers continue to rub through my pussy, sliding through my folds and dipping inside, but they bypass my clit every single time.

“I do,” I sound breathless, and I know it’s more from panic than desire. “I just…” I start but he interrupts.

“You either want me or you don’t, Riley, so which is it? Because I don’t want to stand here all night and argue with you while you’re being a fucking little cock tease.”

I am stunned into silence, not sure what to say, Rick has never spoken to me like this and I’m not sure how to handle it, not sure I want to, but when he turns as if to leave I panic, so scared to burst our bubble that I am grabbing him and pulling him back to me. His smile is smug as he leans down to capture my lips with his again, and he pushes my jeans down past my ass.

“God I’ve waited so fucking long for this.” He grabs my ass and squeezes as he continues to drag his mouth from mine and down my neck before I hear the tell tale sign of his belt buckle.

Panic rushes through me and in haste I blurt out, “My dad invited Jace on vacation with us!”

Rick pauses at my words, his face falling from lust to anger as he stares at me intently before a smirk tugs at his mouth. “Then you better give me something to remind me that you want me and not him.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before he flips me around and pushes me against the counter at an angle, his fingers pushing back inside me. I stare in shock at my blushed, disheveled appearance as Rick uses his hand on me. We are actually doing this. I inhale a slow deep breath in an attempt to try and calm my racing heartbeat, God I can’t believe how nervous I am. I remind myself that I want this, that I was planning on doing this very thing last night, that this was my idea, so why do I feel like it isn’t the right idea anymore?

Before I can voice any kind of protests I hear a rustle of a packet and then feel the hard head of his cock pressing against me. “It will hurt, but you’ll get over it quick,” he assures me before sliding inside with a groan.

It feels weird, not bad, just weird, yes this is my first time, but I’ve got a couple of toys at home that I use on myself, but this feels different. This is Rick. The guy I have been with for months, friends with for years, it was always meant to be like this, wasn’t it?

He slides in and out a couple of times. “Fuck, Riley, this virgin pussy feels so good wrapped around me, I’ll be jerking off thinking about it while you’re gone.” His next thrust is harder, quicker, “And you’ll be thinking about this won’t you? Thinking about me fucking you good like this.” He picks up his pace and I can’t do anything but grip the counter to keep myself steady.

This is nothing like when I fuck myself at home, there is nothing building inside of me, nothing pushing me towards the edge, yet as Rick pick up his pace and his groin begins to snap against me in quick succession, I know he is finding his.

“Get there, RIley, I’m about to come,” he grits out through pants and I feel bewildered.

Get where? Because surely he doesn’t think I am going to come like this, but apparently he does because he grabs my hips to steady us as he pounds away. I feel the guilt within me rising and I start to fake moan a little to make sure he doesn’t feel bad, I mean he doesn’t know what I like yet so of course it’s going to be hard for him to get me off. That’s completely normal, right?

I find my thoughts straying to Jace once again, specifically the night we met and I stood transfixed at the threshold of the room as he led two girls to orgasm, not a fake moan in sight. One girl came on his face and the other on his cock, both of them shaking out their releases, just thinking about how intense their pleasure must have been causes a shudder to roll through my body. Finally a real moan slips from my lips as I let that image of Jace’s muscular frame pounding from beneath, come to the forefront of my mind. How he gripped her hips and dragged her down onto his cock, how he watched himself slide in and out of her, not bothered in the slightest by the other couple fucking next to him. It was so erotic.

I feel a crest of pleasure finally start to overtake my body and decide to reach down and help myself along, giving my clit some much needed attention. As soon as I start to circle it I feel myself getting wetter, climbing high towards where I need to be, and just when I think this might not be a terrible first time after all, Rick slams into me and then comes to a halt with a loud, obnoxious groan in my ear.

“Oh fuck!”

Wait, Is that it? Is it over?

His body slumps against my back and I drop my hand from my pussy in defeat, I guess that is it.

“Did you come?” He pants, sounding utterly pleased with himself.

Did I come? To the realization that I really might like someone else? Yes.

I ignore my inner thoughts and nod. “Yeah, that was great,” I smile, and then wince a little as he pulls out of me, discarding the condom in the trash.

I turn and he is looking at me with a lazy smile, “Our relationship is gonna be a lot more fun now.”

What the hell is that supposed to mean? I just tip my head slightly and pull up my jeans in a rush to hide myself from him, regardless of what we just did. I don’t want him looking at me and seeing me in a vulnerable state. A sick feeling starts to curl in the pit of my stomach about what actually just happened. I fold my arms and let my nails bite into my skin to try and calm myself down.

He pulls me towards him. “Come on let’s continue the fun out there, I’m sure everyone can guess where we have disappeared to.” He wiggles his eyebrows with a laugh, but I don’t find it all that funny so I just offer him another little nod.

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