Page 46 of Something Reckless

“I’d start by burying my face in your neck, getting my lungs full of your scent,” he whispers. “Then I’d kiss your collarbone, inch by inch by inch. Then your chest. Then your breasts,” he tells me.

I sigh out loud, loving that idea a little too much.

Easton picks up on it. “Touch your breasts, baby. Pretend it’s me.”

On instinct, my hands leap up to cup the tingling globes, gently flicking my nipples. “Yes…” I groan, my eyes fluttering and my head falling to the side.

Easton continues. “I’d fucking worship your breasts until you’re breathless.”

His words come to life before me, playing out in my head like the most vivid movie.

But as far as I’m concerned, every sensation that courses through my body is real.

I can feel the weight of him on top of me, the flutter of his breath on my skin, the wetness of his kisses, the bruise of his stubble.

“Easton…” I pant, my spine arching slightly as I offer myself up to the ghost of him.

“Yeah…I’d make you say my name, just like that.”

“And what would happen next?” I ask, squeezing my breasts and feeling electricity rain down on me, striking every nerve in my body.

“I’d kiss the undersides of your tits. Your ribcage. The hollow of your belly. I’d lick and I’d nibble and I’d suck…”

“Oh god…” I moan, my fingertips trailing down my body, playing out the image he’s painting with his words.

“Then I’d grab your thighs and I’d spread them apart, exposing that pretty pussy with my fingers.”

My hands are between my legs now, and I’m so fucking wet. I separate my drenched folds with my fingertips. “Oh my…Fuck…Oh god.”

“Touch your clit, Alba,” he pants out, sounding desperate. “Touch your clit for me.”

“Yes…” The tiny bundle of nerves is alive and throbbing. One stroke of the pad of my index finger has me whimpering.

“Tell me how it feels. Tell me how good it feels to touch yourself while I’m talking to you.” He sounds increasingly frantic as he speaks. I understand exactly what that loss of control is like.

“So good,” I whisper between labored breaths. “So fucking good.”

“Describe it for me. If I can’t be there with you, I need you to use your words and tell me exactly what I’m missing out on right now.”

“I’m so wet, Easton…” I hear myself admitting without hesitation. “Everything is wet and sticky and warm. And it feels so, so good. Sensitive. Very sensitive. I feel everything. ”

“And what are you doing with your other hand?” he asks.

“I’m…uh…” The fingers of my left hand are currently curled into a fist around the comforter. But I’m suddenly aware that I could be making much better use of them.

“Play with your hole…” Easton orders me. His voice is so deep, it should scare me. But it only turns me on.

I reach further between my thighs, sliding my fingers through the lips of my pussy. I circle my opening before tentatively penetrating my hole with one digit. I emit a low, primal sound as electricity showers me again. “Yes!”

Easton’s breaths are kind of jerky now and they explode in fast spurts over the phone.

Oh my god. “Are you touching yourself, too…?” I ask him.

“Yes, Alba.” The words scrape across the line. “I’m jerking my cock and wishing I was fucking you. Damn. Damn. ” He growls. “I’m wishing I was balls deep inside you, watching your tits bounce with each thrust, kissing each moan right off your lips.”

“Please…” I mewl from deep in my soul. My finger sinks further inside me. I dare to add a second finger and my walls convulse .

Easton cheers me on. “Do what feels good. Do whatever feels good, baby. Because I need you to come for me now.”

I stop holding back. I lose all control of myself, my ass lifting off the bed as I rub my clit recklessly with my right hand. The fingers of my left hand move in and out, in and out of my channel.

When I brush against a sensitive spot on the wall of my tunnel, I hone in specifically on that bundle of nerves.

Again.

And again.

And ag—

“Oh my god—I’m coming!”

My shoulders sink into the mattress. My pelvis thrusts into the air. My body twists into a position that would give all the yoga teachers in town a run for their money.

And I explode.

Waves and waves of heat and cold and pleasure wash over me until I’m so delirious I can’t even remember my own name.

“That’s good, Alba…Come all over my bed…Drip all over my sheets like a good girl…Yes. Yes, baby.”

The orgasm draws out for a long time. After my body collapses back to the mattress, it takes me a moment to become aware of the echo of Easton’s groans as he reaches his own peak. His sounds are simultaneously floating under the crack of the door and over the phone line.

I hear a dull thud from the hallway and I imagine him dropping the back of his head against the wall. “Oh, fuck…” he says finally. “That was… intense. ”

I smile to myself, running my tongue over my dry lips. “Yeah. It was.” But now, a deep sense of peace envelopes my entire body .

“How do you feel?” Easton asks eventually, starting to sound a bit more like himself again.

“So good.” I laugh. “Relaxed. You?”

“Really good,” he says. “But I can’t lie. I made a bit of a mess all over myself.” He chuckles embarrassedly.

“I did, too,” I confess. I squeeze my legs together and I’m a sticky mess down there.

Easton hesitates. “Can I come in…?”

I glance around, quickly reaching for a sheet and wrapping it around myself. “Um, okay…”

There’s a bit of shuffling and then the door opens. Easton’s tall frame fills the doorway, backlit by the light from the hallway.

“Hi…” he says from where he stands.

“Hi…” I reply, unable to stop grinning in the dark.

“Gimme a second,” he says, and then he hustles into what appears to be a bathroom.

The water turns on and I hear some more shuffling. But a few short minutes later, he’s back, lowering to sit on the edge of the bed.

He flicks on the bedside lamp and warm light fills the room.

A fire ignites in Easton’s eyes as he watches me in his bed, vulnerable and wrapped up in his sheets in my post-orgasmic bliss.

“Can I?” he asks, and I nod before he gently pushes back the sheet, exposing just my lower body. His warm palm glides up my inner thigh, coaxing me to open for him.

I do without hesitation, and with the warm cloth in his hand, he wipes me clean. His eyes get their fill of me, and I spread a little wider, exposing myself to him. It feels good when he watches me this way. Like he wants me. Like not being able to have me is driving him crazy .

When the rag brushes over my clit and I moan, Easton slowly backs away and rises from the bed.

“I should go…” he says, his voice tight and strained.

“Easton, please…” I try to sit up.

But he shakes his head, backing away. “I want you to stay here tonight. I’ll take one of the guest rooms,” he tells me.

He’s trying to be the good guy here. I shouldn’t make this more difficult for him.

“Okay,” I say, trying not to sound disappointed. “Thank you.” I remind myself that we don’t need to rush this. We have all summer.

“Do you need anything?” Easton asks me. “Some water? A snack?”

I smile. He’s so fucking sweet. “I’m good,” I tell him.

He looks around the room. “Okay. I’m leaving.”

“Okay.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

Finally, he turns to leave. But I call after him right before he walks out. “Easton?”

“Yes…” He turns to face me.

“Thank you for being patient with me. For not rushing things. I know there’s not much in this arrangement for you. Some other guy would probably be bored and annoyed with me by now. But you’re being so patient about all this.”

His massive chest rises and falls on a resigned exhale. “This is not just about sex for me, Alba.”

“It isn’t?” I question, not knowing what he could possibly have to gain here.

His shoulders collapse in resignation. “I know this is wrong. But I can’t help it. The more time I spend with you, the more I…”

Instead of completing his sentence, Easton leans over the bed and brushes his lips against mine in a soft, slow kiss that leaves me breathless all over again. That kiss says all the things that neither of us is allowed to say out loud.

“Good night, Tiny Tiger.”

“Good night, Mr. Tower.”

He turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

The more time I spend with you, the more I…

I whisper into the dark. “Yeah. I feel the same fucking way…”