Page 64 of Reckless Rebel

“I’m glad, wouldn’t have got the performance I did if you knew I was here.” He leans forward bringing his face into the light, his broad naked shoulders hunching over as he leans on his knees. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay.” I move, grabbing my water, and heading towards him, “Are you okay?”

He smirks that dangerous grin of his. “After a dance like that for my eyes only? Of course I’m okay.” He nods his head in a come here motion and my feet carry me to him before my head can even think about it. He pulls me between his legs, his hands sliding onto my hips as he lets out a deep exhale, “I’ve got a problem, Red.”

I swallow deeply as his hands burn into my bare skin, scared to ask but needing to know. “What problem?” I voice, clearing my throat.

He looks up at me and the lust in his eyes has me drowning in them, his fingers tighten on my hips and before I realize what he is doing, he is lifting me and placing my legs around his on the double lounger. He leans back against the cushion, his hands forcing my whole upper body with him until we are pressed together everywhere.

“My problem is these lips, Red.” He brings his thumb up and traces it over my mouth. “I barely made it through dinner, just so desperate for another taste of you.” His admission has my thighs trying to clench, but given I am spread across him, all the motion does is press me harder against him. He groans in approval. “Tell me I can have them again, Riles, tell me they are mine, even if it’s a lie.”

There isn’t a single word I could form right now with his body flush against mine, so I do the only thing I can do, I lean forward and kiss him. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back, like he has been waiting to do it since the second our lips parted earlier today. He tastes of whiskey and weed, something I usually hate to taste, but as his tongue rolls against mine, it quickly becomes my new favorite flavor.

One of his hands cups my neck and the other grips my hip, holding me against him as he pushes up into me. His hard cock pressing against my pussy and I feel desperate to not have the numerous layers of clothing between us as I roll my body against his. He moans into my mouth so I do it again, and again, desperate to draw more of those sounds from him.

His teeth graze my lips as he pulls back and sucks it into his mouth before he trails open mouthed kisses across my jaw up to my ear. His tongue laps against my lobe and I force myself to grind down on top of him, dying for some friction.

“You keep pressing that pretty pussy against me, Red, and I’m gonna start to think it’s mine.” He grits into my ear, at the same time he grinds his cock into me again, and I want to tell him it is, that nothing has ever felt this good, and that no one else could come close, but I know the difference between pretty words and feelings.

Jace is used to this type of attention, and no matter how good his cock feels, I know tomorrow he will go back to acting weird and cautious around me. That doesn’t mean I can’t take advantage of what is being offered to me in the present, he’s the perfect guy to let loose with and have some fun, I just need to remember he doesn’t feel the way I do.

I lean in and leave a trail of my own kisses against his neck, and he leans into the attention like he is craving it. “It’s yours right now, Playboy, so you better make it count.” I don’t know where my boldness is coming from, but being around Jace makes me fearless so I just run with it.

His smile is reckless as he pulls back to look at me. “You’re the one who should start counting, baby.” His other hand finds my hip and he holds me against his cock as he grinds us together, somehow pressing right against my clit even through all the layers.

I gasp and he smiles wider, doing it again slower but harder, I moan when he hits that perfect spot for a second time, starting to follow the pattern he is setting myself with my hips. I roll my pussy against the length of him in sync with his own movements until we have the perfect rhythm. His lips find my neck as he nibbles and licks his way down to my collarbone, all the while not stopping the dry humping we have started that is anything but dry. I can feel myself soaked and if he were to rip through my layers he would find how embarrassingly aching I am for him.

I tilt my head to give him better access to my neck, and arch my back to allow for more pressure against my clit and he groans, “That’s it, baby, roll against me, show me how good you’d ride my cock.” His words are filthy and delicious, as I imagine exactly what it would be like to fuck him like this.

It would be nothing like being pressed against the bathroom counter by Rick as he ignored my clit completely. No, with Jace it would be everything. Everything I didn’t know I needed but am now longing for. This is no longer a crush, it’s an obsession that feels too good.

My hips move faster as I feel myself approaching the edge and his words continue to spur me on, “Such a good girl, Riles, are you gonna come for me?” I moan as he hits the perfect spot again and again.

We are no longer grinding, but mindlessly rubbing against one another, both bursting with the need for more friction and release. It’s the hottest fucking thing I have ever done and I am still fully clothed. I never knew it could be like this, that you could be driven mad with need, but as I press down on Jace’s length aching to come, I know this is nothing but pure carnal passion.

“Jace,” I moan as I get closer, “I need,” I pant, not sure what I need, more, less, nothing, everything.

“It’s okay, baby, I know what you need.” His hand drops to the apex of my thigh and he brings his thumb right down atop my clit, pressing firmly until I go off like a firework.

I am coming hard and can’t stop my body from frantically grinding the length of his cock as my orgasm takes over. His hands move to my hips again as he pulls me back and forth with a cursed groan, “Fuck, Red!” He snaps out with a growl as he finds his own release.

My body drops against his chest as I fight to catch my breath and I feel the deep thump of his heart against my head as he does the same. His grip on my waist loosens as his hands start to idly stroke up and down my bare torso, and the restlessness I felt earlier tonight is nowhere to be found.

“Riles?” I hear the usual calmness seep back into his tone, like his lust filled madness for me left when he came.

I force myself to roll off him and lay on my side away from him. “Please don’t say anything to ruin what we just did.” My words are a whispered plea, but I can’t bear to have him pull away from me again, not right now. Not after the high he has just given me.

He doesn’t say anything, and when I hear him shift, I scrunch my eyes closed to prepare for the emptiness I will feel when he leaves me, but instead I feel warmth. My eyes snap open as he pulls my body against his until we are in a spooning position, his muscular frame crowding me into a cocoon of heat. I don’t say anything and neither does he, but his hand rests heavily on my waist and I don’t know if he notices the small circles his fingers start to draw on my stomach, but it’s all I can focus on.

I fidget under his touch until he huffs out a whispered laugh, “Is this okay? Do you want to go inside?”

Nothing could get me to move in this moment, even though I know I should, “No, sorry.” I try to force myself to relax but I can’t.

“Then go to sleep, Red, that’s the point of the cuddling.” His breath is warm against my neck and I swear I can feel his smile. All the while his fingers continue their loitering on my stomach.

“Okay,” I whisper in agreement, but then feel myself shift again, making his fingers flex against me and a need inside of me flares again. Apparently my body didn’t get the memo of the orgasm I just had.

“What’s up, baby, what do you need?” The word baby flows off his tongue once more and it causes my heart to thump inside my chest at how good it sounds.

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