Page 59 of Reckless Rebel

I blow out a breath, gripping the counter on either side of her spread thighs to stop myself from plunging my fingers deep inside her waiting core. “Holy fuck, Red.” I know when she brushes her clit for the first time because a little moaned sigh slips out of her and I immediately crave more. “Do that again,” I demand roughly, desperate to hear her pleasured sounds.

She swipes her clit a few more times before she slides her fingers down and pushes two inside her. I expected her to be shy about it, but it’s clear she does this to herself a lot and knows how to get herself off. A thought I find so fucking hot. How many times is she fucking her hand like this? What is she thinking about when she does?

I groan, my cock straining against my jeans, aching for relief. “Have you ever thought about me touching you here?” I ask through gritted teeth, desperate for her response.

Her eyes flash up to mine in shock before one whispered word slips past her lips, "Yes."

“Fuck,” I grunt the word before I can stop myself, and her fingers come to a halt. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, Red, spread that pussy for me and show me how you come.” She gasps at my words and begins fucking herself again, her fingers thrusting in and out of herself. “When have you thought about me?”

“Ahh,” she gasps. “Erm, when you sent me that picture of you shirtless in bed.” She admits with a moan.

I think about the night I sent that, about the picture she sent first and my cock begs for some relief at the thought, “God, Riles, I have fucked my hand so many times to that picture you sent, your fucking body taunting me through the phone, so fucking sexy.”

She moans loudly now, picking up the pace and pistoning her fingers at a quicker pace. She tries to hold up her leg so her other hand can touch her clit, but her foot slips. My hand reaches out to grip her thigh and hold her open, and she moans louder as her eyes lock on mine. Her thighs are spread wide and my mind can’t stop the images of all the positions I could get her flexible body into. I’ve never fucked a dancer before, never even thought about it, but knowing I could stretch Riley in ways I have never imagined has me aching for her even more.

“Not too fast, baby,” I plead, the term of endearment just slipping out, but I don’t want this to end, and when her fingers slow down at my command I think about what it would be like to take her to bed and have her follow my orders all night. My grip tightens around her thigh. “That it’s nice and slow for me, fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.”

“Jace,” she moans, and I grind my teeth so hard at how good she sounds moaning my name.

“That’s it, good girl,” I praise watching her fingers slowly sink in and out of her. “See how wet you are for me and I’m not even touching you, you’re gonna come so hard for me, aren’t you?”

Her fingers start to move a little harder and I think about how good she would feel wrapped around my cock. Any other girl and I’d be shoving her hand aside and plunging my cock deep inside her and fucking her hard until she was screaming my name.

Her fingers slam inside even harder and I have to grip my dick through my jeans and give it a squeeze to try relieve it, something Riley notices straight away.

“Touch yourself,” she says breathlessly, and I look from her sweet pussy to her eyes trying to gauge how serious she is. “Go on, Playboy, get yourself off too, I dare you.”

Another dare, another dangerously enticing dare. Any other time with Riley and I would make it all about her, but I am so fucking worked up that I don’t think twice about reaching down and unbuckling my belt to free my hard, aching dick. I hear the sharp intake of breath she does when I pull myself free, it’s not like she hasn’t seen it before, but this is different, there is just us here now.

I wrap my fist around it and groan at the first pull and she gasps again, her fingers once more fucking herself harder. I watch her hand and match my pace to hers. Slow but hard, “Is that how you like it, Red, nice and hard and deep?”

“Yes,” she moans, throwing her head back slightly but keeping her eyes firmly fixed on my exposed cock.

“You’d let me fuck you so good, wouldn’t you, baby.” The term slips past my lips again and she moans again even louder, she likes it. “Let me plunge deep inside your beautiful wet pussy until you were screaming for me.”

Her fingers move to her clit now as she furiously swipes them on the spot she needs and begins to shake. “Yes, oh my god, yes!”

I am mesmerized by how she works herself over, the flush of her cheeks, the glazed look in her eyes, the way she delicately pants out her words. She is fucking stunning, and this is okay right? We aren't really crossing a line, we aren’t even touching one another.

Her fingers continue their erotic dance against her clit and my tongue is starved for a taste of her. I imagine dropping to my knees and plunging my tongue deep inside her. “You don’t know how much I want to lick that pretty pussy, Riles.” I admit out loud, and she groans once more, pushing her fingers back inside her and using her thumb to massage her clit. “That’s it, Red,” I continue to praise as I fuck my fist, and I feel my balls tighten as my orgasm climbs closer. Never in my life have I been this turned on.

I see the moment she is about to go over the edge when she groans my name, “Jace.” Her hand reaches out and grips the arm I have around her thigh and I squeeze it hard in response as her fingers bite into my skin. They would feel fucking sinful digging into my back.

I feel myself about to blow. “I’m gonna come, baby,” I step further between her legs until my cock is just inches from her entrance and fuck my fist to release, watching as I spill out onto her hand and pussy with a loud groan.

“Oh fuck!” She throws her head back like she is too turned on by the sight of me coming to watch, but I drop her thigh and grip her hair pulling her head back to mine.

Her eyes snap open, “Eyes on mine when you come for me, Red.”

She explodes around her fingers with the sexiest fucking sound I have ever heard as her entire body shakes with the aftershock of her orgasm. Both of us are breathless and panting as we stare at one another in desire and disbelief. She pulls her fingers from her pussy and our eyes drop to see both of our releases covering her hand. I can’t help myself, I grab her hand, pull it to my mouth, and suck her fingers clean, the taste of us mixed together, my new favorite flavor.

When our eyes meet again I see hers drop to my lips and for the first time since her I want to kiss someone, and of course that someone is someone I can’t have, not more than this. But would one kiss really be so bad?

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Riley

Is this a fever dream? Am I on some sort of trip? Was there something in those beers I drank? I don’t feel drunk, at least not on alcohol, but maybe on him. I watch in fascination and hunger as he licks my fingers clean like a man starved. The aftershocks of my orgasm still pulsing through my entire body. Jace Conrad just watched me come. I just watched Jace Conrad come, and now as my fingers fall free from his mouth I can’t take my eyes off his, silently begging for him to kiss me. I can’t describe the feeling coursing through my body, the need for him even though I just came less than a minute ago. I still need more, want more. Hell after that orgasm I’m pretty sure I’d let him take me here and now if he wanted to.

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