Page 53 of Something Reckless

I moan when his calloused palms find the tops of my shoulder blades. His slippery hands chart a slow path down to the top of my ass. The sweetness of the oil permeates the air. Something like coconut. It stirs me up even more. I can’t handle the anticipation coursing through my body.

“Easton…” I mumble into the pillow. I’m already squirming against the mattress, my clit begging for friction.

“Relax for me, baby.” His fingertips trail up the sides of my ribcage.

Relax? How the hell am I supposed to relax when he’s touching me like this, when his cock is a heavy log brushing against the seam of my ass with his every movement?

“Let go. Let all your thoughts melt away. Don’t think. Just feel.” He begins to work my muscles, letting his strong hands knead out the tension in my limbs. Meanwhile, he peppers kisses all over my back and shoulders, just like I requested on my wishlist.

Fire shoots down my vertebrae and quickly creates an inferno in my belly. I’m warm all over. Especially between the legs. In fact, my pussy is already dripping and making a mess on the bed. I’m moaning and squirming beneath him.

“Is my girl getting all worked up?” Easton chuckles, his hands slowly kneading my ass.

“Don’t play with me, you jerk.” I laugh. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.” My hips thrust backward all on their own. When Easton’s enormous erection finds itself lodged between my cheeks, I press my chest to the bed, arch my back, push harder against him.

His breath gets caught in his throat and suddenly, he doesn’t sound in control anymore. In fact, he’s the one begging. “Alba, please…”

I reach back and hold his cock captive against my wet slit. Rocking my hips, I soak him in my arousal, covering every inch of his length.

He yanks his pelvis back. “Fuck, Alba. You can’t do that. You can’t rub your pussy against me like that. You make me want to do something crazy.”

“Something crazy like what?” I pant, unable to keep my body from writhing.

Easton slides his hand under the front of my torso, finding my nipples and giving them each a little pinch in turn.

“Something crazy like slam into your pussy, and fill you up to the hilt. Stuff you so good your walls have to stretch and squeeze around me. Stuff you so full of me that you can’t take anymore. ”

That sounds so damn good, even though I’m not sure my body could take it.

“Please, Easton. Please do it now,” I beg, unashamed by how turned on I am for him. The past few weeks have been the longest foreplay session in history. I’ll go crazy if I don’t have him tonight.

He slowly massages my upper thighs, so damn close to that sensitive place where I need his touch. When his thumb brushes against my clit, I choke out a moan.

“Patience, baby.” I’m startled when I feel his warm breath suddenly breeze over my womanhood. “I’m going to get you nice and ready to take my big cock. Do you understand me?”

“But Easton, I—”

The next thing I hear is a wet slapping sound, and a delicious sting between my legs to go along with it.

The bastard just slapped my naked pussy.

My brain tells me I should probably yell at him, but all I can do is moan from deep in my gut.

Easton’s fingers grip my ass, lifting my pelvis off the bed. Next thing I know, he’s positioned beneath me, grinning up at my dripping lady parts. “I’m sorry. So, so sorry, baby,” he says. Not convincing at all. “Let me make it up to you?”

Before I can argue, his tongue reaches out, circling my clit. A second later, he pulls my pussy down, flush on his mouth.

“Oh, shit,” I say as my hips begin to rock on their own.

My thighs squeeze around his face and my fingers clutch the silky strands of his hair. The man couldn’t get away if he wanted to.

Easton loves it, though. He grips my thighs in place with bruising force as his tongue flicks back and forth on my clit. His groans of pleasure vibrate through me, pushing me to the edge of the cliff. I feel like I’m holding on by the skin of my fingertips.

“Easton, I’m going to suffocate you,” I warn through gritted teeth.

He grabs my hips, jerking my vulva back and forth on his mouth. I feel his voice vibrate against my folds. “Tragic. That would be tragic.”

“Easton, I’m serious,” I say, even as I make no attempt to move off his face.

He licks deeper and deeper into my channel, without a care in the world.

“No, but seriously,” I grunt, my pelvis baring down on his face. “You’re going to die.”

And I really, really don’t want that to happen.

I should let him up for air. The problem is, I can’t help myself. What he’s doing to me feels so damn good and I’m no longer in control of my body.

The magic of his tongue is one thing. But then, there’s that sucking thing he’s doing with his lips. And that scratching thing that’s happening with his beard. And—oh my god—I can’t even think straight.

Easton suddenly interrupts his makeout session with my vagina. “By the way, forgot to mention—I put you and Jag as beneficiaries on my life insurance policy the other day. Y’know—just in case I do drop dead.”

With a smirk, he goes right back to munching.

Well, that’s an unexpected topic change…

“Wh-what?” I stutter, staring down at him with wide eyes. “Me and Jagger?”

“My life insurance policy, Alba.” He smacks the side of my ass. “Keep up, baby. ”

I continue to gape at him. “You did that for us?”

My eyes are filling with water. I’m not sure if I’m getting emotional that he’d do something so thoughtful, or if I’m just overwhelmed from wanting this orgasm so bad.

“I told you—I’ll make sure you never have to worry about financial security again.”

My palm slides over my gaping mouth. “I don’t even know what to say…”

Easton’s eyes twinkle at me from where he’s imprisoned between my thighs.

“Well, can we finish this conversation some other time? I’d rather not be talking about my kid at the moment.

Now, sit on my face and let me make you see the stars.

” He clamps my clit between his lips and gives a sharp tug.

Approximately half a second later, I’m shooting across the galaxy.

An electric chill rushes over me, followed by a wave of heat. A trillion goosebumps prickle my skin and static noise fills my head. I shout his name in an urgent rush as my thighs clamp tight around his head.

I’m alarmed by the river of wetness that gushes out of me. But if Easton is drowning, he doesn’t show it. He only continues eating me until I’m collapsing face-first onto the mattress like a bag of potatoes.

The man chuckles lightly, and I feel the mattress shift as he crawls over my prone form. Brushing my hair to the side, he kisses a path from my shoulder to the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Such a good girl. My favorite girl. My only girl. I fucking love you, Alba.”

My heart squeezes like a fist. My eyes squeeze just as tightly, but a single tear manages to slip out.

His fingertips trail up the inside of my thigh until they’re brushing the lips of my pussy. My body trembles all over. Easton scissors his fingers, spreading my folds apart. I can feel the weight of his eyes on my womanhood as he slides his digit deeper inside me.

“Oh…yes…” I grind my teeth together as my hips buck toward him without a second of hesitation.

Grinning with satisfaction, he adds a second finger, curling them both inside me, making me feel full and stretched.

“I’m ready to fuck you now, Alba…” he hisses out. “…and I think you’re ready for me, too.” He removes his fingers from inside me, then he paints my juices along my bottom lip.

I suck his fingers into my mouth, groaning at the musky taste of my arousal. “Please,” I all but cry out.

“Fuck. There’s nothing I want more than to be inside you right now.” With one quick movement, Easton flips me over on my back. Then his lips come down on mine, searching, tasting, devouring.

He reaches blindly for the nightstand, patting around. The next thing I’m aware of is the sound of a foil packet ripping open. His lips separate from mine, just long enough for him to sheathe his length in the condom.

My body tenses up, my legs involuntarily squeezing together as I’m reminded of how enormous that man’s man-parts are. His engorged crown, his steely cock, even his heavy balls intimidate me now that the moment of truth is here. What have I gotten myself into?

One glance at my face and, as usual, he seems to know exactly what’s on my mind.

“I’ll go slow…” he promises quietly as he pushes my thighs apart, settling between them like he belongs there. “I’ll take care of you. I love taking care of you. You know that, don’t you? ”

He grips his pulsating erection in his hand, lining up with my opening. His eyes meet mine.

“You’re safe with me…”

Letting go of my hesitation, my head bobs. “I know.”

With a slow push of his hips, Easton skims my entrance with his tip.

The muscles in my stomach go taut and my lungs freeze as he gradually pushes forward and I hold my breath.

He halts mid-thrust, bending down to sweep his lips over mine. “Please trust me, Alba. I would do anything for you.”

He pushes in another inch.

“I fucking mean it.”

His thumb gently strokes my clit and he pulls his hips back.

“I’m so damn lucky to be here with you.”

He hooks my leg around his waist and pushes inside again, one inch deeper than before.

“I hope you know you’re mine. I’m keeping you. I don’t care what it costs me.”

My walls contract trying to hold onto his cock as his hips pull back again. With every word he says, I feel my body melting, my tension fleeing.

“After this, there’s no turning back for me.”

He eases away, locking his eyes with my own.

“I love you, Alba.”

With that, he pushes in for real, breaking my barriers, shattering my walls and crossing a line we can’t uncross.

I’d never want to.

“Easton…” I cry out, my grip on his biceps tightening, my fingernails breaking skin.

“Fuck, baby,” he grinds out, leaning down to cover my lips in a lush kiss. “You feel so fucking good. Tell me—am I hurting you?”

I shake my head. Then I nod. Then I shake my head again.

“I…I feel so full .” Lifting my head off the pillow, I glance at the place where our bodies meet, shaken to realize that he’s not even fully inside me. There’s still a few inches to go.

“You are so goddammed tight, Alba. Tell me if you need me to stop,” he says, despite the feral look on his face.

“Don’t stop,” I tell him. “Keep…keep going.”

Easton leans down, burying his face in my neck. He whispers praises into my hair. He speaks encouragement against my skin. He takes his time even though it seems to be sapping all his self-restraint.

My body slowly begins to loosen, and he sinks in deeper with each stroke, and my feelings of fear and apprehension fade away in favor of a bone-deep hunger I’ve never felt before.

I ease up and watch in disbelief as the last inch of him disappears inside me. I am completely stretched, in the most satisfying way. He rocks his hips in a slow, restrained, painfully tender way.

“More, Easton,” I say, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

He blinks at me. “More? You can take it?”

I nod against the pillow. “Please. Fuck me for real.”

His hand smooths up the back of my thigh before he locks my ankle around the back of his neck. He chuckles. “Shit. Be careful talking like that, baby. You might awaken a beast in me you’re not ready to deal with tonight.”

“Show me, Easton,” I beg even though I’m not sure what I’m getting myself into. “Teach me. I want to learn everything. I want to feel everything.”

His hips rock harder and he hits deeper, thanks to the new angle. But, I can tell that he’s still holding back. “Patience, baby. We don’t have to fit it all in tonight.” Reaching between us, he finds my clit, lathing it with my own wetness. “But tonight, I’m going to teach you one last lesson.”

My hands slide up over his muscular shoulders to lock behind his neck. “What’s that?” I question.

“I’m going to teach you how to come all over my cock while you’re screaming my name.”

On that, he fucks me deeper, his fingers pinching and plucking my clit the whole time. My instincts take over and I find myself bucking against him, riding him from below.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaches me. “Take my cock. Take it like you were made for me.”

God—I was. I was made for him. In this moment, there’s no doubt about it in my mind.

“Come for me, Alba. Come on my dick and say my name.” He gives my clit one final strum.

A current of pleasure blasts through me, making my body convulse like a live wire. I grab onto the sheets and my hips move wildly as I squeeze every drop out of my orgasm.

Primal sounds spill from Easton’s mouth as the walls of my pussy strangle his cock.

“Dammit, Alba. Dammit.”

I watch his body go taut, strain contorting his handsome face. He’s so powerful and gorgeous as his orgasm overwhelms his self-control. When he finally drops to the mattress beside me, he pulls me into his arms.

We lie here in the quiet room, hot and sticky. Pounding hearts. Flushed skin. The smell of sex in the air.

And I’m not a virgin anymore.

I’ve given Easton something I can never take back. Not that I’d ever want to. There’s no one else in this world I would have wanted to share this experience with.

“How are you doing, Tiny Tiger?” he asks, still breathless as he brushes damp hair from my cheek.

I clear my throat. “Amazing. Calm. Happy.” I sigh. “Really, really happy. But a little bit sore.” I squeeze my legs together, acutely aware of how sticky and raw I feel there. But in a good way. In a great way.

A hint of worry flickers across his forehead. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Just hold me please.” I nuzzle against his strong chest and his arms tighten around me.

Easton pulls in a shaky breath. “Thank you for letting me share this with you, Alba.”

I look up at him and flinch, my insecurities peeking through. “Was it any good for you, though?”

“Was it any good?” He stares at me, seemingly in disbelief. “It was more than good. More than perfect.” He kisses my temple. “You’ve fucked me up, Tiny Tiger. There’s no coming back from this. There’s no coming back from you.”