Page 49 of Something Reckless

He chuckles darkly. “As if I’d ever say no to you.”

Slipping his hand under the elastic of my shorts, he pushes the soaked cotton of my underwear aside. One sweep of his fingertips through my folds has me whining desperately.

“That’s my girl. All nice and wet for me.” He pinches my clit between his fingers. “So nice and horny for me.”

My hand covers his, prodding him to give me more. “Yes, I’m so horny. ”

“What do you want from me, Tiny Tiger. What do you want me to do to you?” He questions.

“Oh my god. Make me come, baby.”

Easton turns us around so we’re facing the mirror on my dresser. I cringe at the sight of me. My hair is a mess. My tank top is askew. And the look of hunger on my face is so intense it scares me.

Meanwhile, Easton looks perfect as usual, and eerily composed aside from the inferno in his eyes.

And he doesn’t seem to care that I’m not looking my best. In fact, he looks at me like I’m the hottest woman he’s ever seen.

“Do you want me to make you come? Would you like that?”

“Fuck. Yes,” I mumble as my eyes roll into my head.

He slips a finger into my channel and my walls clamp around his knuckle. “Alba, Alba, Alba,” he scolds. “I thought you were a good girl with good manners. Ask nicely.”

Annoyed by his taunting, I lean forward, dropping my elbows to the dresser and pressing my behind against him. “Please, Easton. Please rub my pussy and make me come all over your hand.” I glance at him over my shoulder. “There. Are you happy now?”

“Fucking elated. And I’m about to make sure you’re elated, too.” He drops to his knees, pulling my shorts down with him.

Before I know what’s happening, he buries his face between the cheeks of my— ahem —posterior, for lack of a more polite word.

“Holy shit…” I whimper when his mouth enthusiastically covers my mound.

Easton eats me out with gusto . That’s the only way to describe it. He’s probing my channel with his tongue as his fingers grab my thighs, knead my curves, work my clit.

With the way his mouth is fucking me, I don’t last long.

My orgasm is messy. My core muscles spasm and quake as I drench his mouth with my release. Burying my face against my bicep, I sink my teeth into my own flesh to keep from screaming out loud.

As I’m falling apart, Easton stands to his feet, wrapping me in his arms. The waves move through me with violent intensity. When my body begins to relax, he grasps my jaw and gives me a dirty kiss that makes me even dizzier. My taste is all over his tongue, and it’s so intoxicating.

“Sometimes, I still can’t believe I got so fucking lucky,” he mutters into my hair as his arms envelop me in a hug.

“You feel lucky?” I pull away to look him in the face. “Easton, I’m the one getting all the orgasms.” I worry my lower lip between my teeth.

One corner of his lips curves upward. “Can’t you see, baby? Getting to worship your beautiful body is the honor of a lifetime.”

My heart swells to quadruple its normal size, leaving me speechless.

He brushes my clammy tendrils from my face and captures my lips with his again.

There’s something too tender in his kiss, in his touch. It’s too intimate. I have to break the moment. Fast.

“I’m making an executive decision,” I announce, pulling out of the kiss.

“Oh, yes?” One thick eyebrow jerks upward as he looks at me.

I grasp the hem of his T-shirt in my fists, and he lifts his arms, helping me take it off. “I’m adding something new to the wishlist,” I say as I lean in and start kissing his muscular, tattooed chest.

His flesh shivers under my lips when I start lowering to my knees. “What’s that?”

“I want you to teach me how to suck your cock.”

Easton hisses, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. “It would be a pleasure, Tiny Tiger. Having your mouth on my cock would be a fucking dream come true.” He grips the waistband of his sweats, already pushing them down, along with his boxer briefs.

My breath catches in my throat as he fully reveals his majestic body to me.

Easton Raines is tall like a skyscraper. With satiny skin. Bronzed complexion. Spartan warrior muscles.

And lo and behold, he’s hung like a freaking horse. Of course he is. It only makes sense.

Easton is so damn beautiful. Even more so when he’s naked and I’m down on my knees before him.

He’s the perfect specimen of a man. I always knew it. But now he’s on display for me, up close and personal.

He grabs hold of his massive cock in his massive fist, dragging the engorged crown along my bottom lip. On instinct, I lick at the trail of precum he leaves behind.

“Fuck. Do that again,” I say, wanting more of that earthy, salty taste.

Easton obliges, gliding the tip of his erection across my bottom lip before notching the spongy head at the seam of my mouth. “Open up for me, gorgeous.”

My lips separate tentatively as I wonder what I’m going to do with all that cock. That thing is nine inches, minimum. And as thick as a telephone pole.

Okay, slight exaggeration on the telephone pole part.

But even still, an image flashes through my mind—me showing up at the ER where I work, and having to explain my punctured oesophagus to the medical staff on call tonight.

Eek!

Easton grabs a fistful of my red curls, snapping me out of my trance. He tilts my head back slightly and forces me to stare at him. “You want this, baby? You sure you’re ready?”

I nod, my head restrained by his tight grip on my hair. “I’m ready.”

Eager to show him that I mean it, I lean forward, capturing the head of his shaft in the warmth of my mouth.

“Alba…” he moans.

I give his crown a soft, tentative suck, my eyes darting up to his to gauge his reaction.

“Yes…” he huffs out. “That’s good. Do it again.”

Easton guides my hand to the base of his cock, wrapping my fist around his shaft. I catch on quickly, feeding the shaft back into my mouth.

I suck again, adjusting to the size of his manhood. Then I check back in with his facial expression to make sure I’m not messing this up.

“Am I doing it right…?” I ask, my insecurities bubbling up to the surface.

His hand clasps around the back of my neck, his fingers tangled in my hair. “Yeah, you’re doing it right, baby,” he assures me breathlessly. “Keep going. Make me feel good.”

Feeling braver, I push his hand out of the way and wrap my fingers around his shaft. Then I lean in again, sucking deeper and deeper with each bob of my head.

“There are no words to describe how fucking beautiful you look right now.” Looking up, I find an expression of strain on Easton’s face as he stares down at me. “Move your hand up and down, beautiful. Jerk me off while you suck my cock.”

I do as he says, slowly pumping my fist in time with the bobs of my head.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” Easton drops his weight against the dresser, his face tilting up toward the ceiling.

I must be doing something right if the red flush on his skin and the strain of his muscles is any indication.

I continue experimenting, sucking deeper until I’m taking him all the way to the back of my throat. His grip on my hair tightens and his pelvis begins to rock, like his body has suddenly got a mind of its own.

He’s groaning my name now, controlling my head with his fingers in my hair. His hooded eyes flutter down to where I’m kneeled on the faded rug before him. “Is it too much, Alba? Am I being too rough?”

Mouth full of his manhood, I shake my head in response. My eyes water, my knees burn, but there’s no way I’m stopping now. Not when Easton is looking at me like I’ve got his whole world in the palm of my hand.

Or at the back of my throat, if we’re being technical.

My arousal runs down the insides of my thighs, and I clench my aching core. I want him inside me. I want to be full of him. The need is driving me insane.

I grip his ass in my hands, urging him to fuck my face harder. He makes a needy, desperate sound, right as he urgently yanks his erection from my mouth.

“I’m going to come, Alba,” he warns me.

“Let me taste…” I respond in a tone that sounds equally needy and desperate.

I put my mouth back on him, sucking and licking until the first warm rope of his release spurts onto my tongue. I groan, my mouth vibrating around his manhood .

“Alba…” he all but whimpers, his knees faltering.

The crack in his voice only emboldens me. I hold his hips in place as he climaxes. I let him fill my mouth, even as I’m struggling to breathe and to swallow. I don’t let up until his juices are dribbling down my chin.

I’m humping the air and he’s moaning my name and the whole thing is a chaotic, erratic mess. I don’t stop until Easton is scooping me off the floor and wobbling toward the bed.

He collapses onto the mattress and tangles me up in his arms. “Holy…fucking…shit,” he pants. “What the…fuck was…that…Alba?”

“It was heaven…” I murmur in response. “That’s the only explanation.”

My queen-sized mattress somehow feels too small for the both of us. Or that’s the excuse I tell myself as I crawl onto his chest and drape my body over his. Easton doesn’t complain, though. He just props himself up against the wooden headboard and wraps his large biceps around me.

“Did you enjoy it?” I dare to ask him, looking up into his darkened blue eyes.

“Enjoy it…?” He yanks my leg up around his waist and I become aware of just how sticky I am, everywhere. “You blew my fucking mind, Tiny Tiger.”

I bury my face against his chest, feeling unreasonably proud of myself.

Easton’s heart is beating like a hammer and so is mine. Our sweat-slicked bodies stick together, but I don’t even care. Because I crave this closeness, this intimacy, this man.

My stomach flips when Easton takes my hand in his, interlacing our fingers. “Fuck it. I just have to put it all out there.”

The seriousness in his tone instantly worries me. Chin propped against his chest, I look up into his face and wait for what he’ll say.

But when the words leave his lips, I realize that I wasn’t ready to hear them at all.

“I’m in love with you, Alba,” he whispers on a tremoring breath, “and I know that our situation isn’t conventional, but I don’t fucking care. I want to be with you.”

I’m stunned. Speechless.

Easton just said he loves me.

That he wants me.

Me .

And the terrible part is, I feel the exact same way he does.

The guilty look in his eyes tells me that he knows how wrong all this is. But somewhere along the line, we both sauntered past the point of no return.

It’s too late. There’s no takesies-backsies now.

With no idea what to say in response to Easton’s admission, I close the distance between us and I kiss him. I kiss him and I pour my entire heart and soul into it.

I’m not nearly brave enough to put these emotions into words. But whatever it is I’m trying to say back, I hope he can feel it.