Reckless, p.24
Reckless, page 24
"Walking you to class," he says as he jaunts away.
"This isn't how that works! Put me down, you caveman!" I smack his back and he responds by roughly slapping my ass.
"My way or the highway, Princess."
Ugh. Men.
"Can I opt for the highway option?"
"Not a chance, babygirl."
CHAPTER 24
HIM
My girl has been such a brat today and I'm fucking loving it. She can pretend that she doesn't enjoy it when I punish her, but I know better. She lets out those obvious shutters of pleasure and a smile peeks out from her pouty lips when I do with her what I want.
Her extreme desire to please me just makes it even hotter.
I sit high up in the bleachers with the guys as the girls start walking out of the locker room, in exercise shorts and crop tops, exposing their midriffs.
The possessive dick in me wants to scream at Francine to cover herself up, but this seems to be their practice uniform, so I can't say much. The way she fills that ensemble makes my dick throb in my jeans, probably like all the other guys that see her. I’m going to tell her to bring that outfit home. I want to fuck her in it. All I need to do is slide the crotch of her underwear and shorts to the side then slam my cock in her wet cunt.
Another side of the possessive asshole in me wants to scream for everyone to hear that this sexy blonde is all mine—no one else can touch her. I'll be sure to remind her of that once I get her back to my place.
"Why the fuck are we here?" Rian asks, irritation leaking into his tone.
"I never said you had to stick around," I retort.
"You don't have to ask me. I was already here. I watch every practice," Tiernan mouths off.
My eyes snap to him, wondering if he means in general or watching my girl. I’m on edge, ready to pounce. "Why?" I growl.
I can see the twinkle in his eyes when he responds. He knows what this comment may inspire in me. "Watch," he says as Willow and Nyla walk by. "Looking good, O!" he calls out and Willow snaps her head in our direction, giving him a flirtatious smile.
"Always do," she quips back before sending a wink his way. She turns and struts off, a little more sway in her hips.
"What the fuck was that?" I press.
"Yeah. Are you screwing her?" Rian presses.
"Every fucking night, man. Willow Madison keeps me coming back for more. What can I say? She's fucking wild in bed," Tiernan boasts, lust heavy in his voice.
Rian is obviously irritated when he grits out, "How long has this been going on?"
"I don't know. About a month, I guess." He shrugs like this isn't a big deal. For any of us, it would be—screwing the same girl for an extended period of time.
"What the fuck, man?" Rian is beyond agitated.
He gets cranky about this kind of shit. The oath we all made is always in the back of his mind. We did it for a reason. The vow we took was for no commitment—in other words, relationship—so it's always been no strings attached, just fucking. Sure, Tiernan and Willow are just fucking, but continuous monogamous fucking leads to feelings getting involved in most cases.
Example, me. I've only fucked my girl when she gave me her virginity, and yet I can't imagine having to give her up. I know the time will come where I have to, but not now—not yet.
"You've obviously never fucked a girl on the dance team. The ways they can contort their bodies…" he trails off before grunting. His eyes flash to Willow, who is doing stretching with Francine.
“Asshole, my sister is on the dance team,” I sneer at him. Everyone laughs at my antics except for Rian. It takes a lot for him to laugh. Francine and Willow slide down into the splits, laying their chests flat against the ground between their legs. My eyes bulge as I watch my girl do a little twerking move, like she’s humping the ground.
Holy fucking shit. I'm definitely going to put her flexibility to use.
Francine dances with the rest of her team and the way her body moves… It has me anticipating getting her alone. Maybe I’ll have her dance just for me.
I lay in my bed, my arms crossed behind my head, watching Francine. She’s taking a shower, the door to the bathroom wide open. My eyes greedily drink in the view of her silhouette through the fogged shower door as she scrubs herself using my soap, making herself smell like me.
She tried convincing me to join her, but that wasn't happening. If I joined her, I would've fucked her in the shower and condoms don't work in the shower.
No, I'm waiting for her to get out. When she does, she's all mine. I've been restraining myself for too long—since I took her virginity. Her body needed to recover, and now it has.
The water clicks off and I refuse to blink as she pushes the shower door open, her delicious body dripping with beads of water sliding down her curves. If the only way I could drink water for the rest of my life was by licking it off her body, you wouldn’t hear any complaints from me.
She’s probably forgetten about me and has no idea I'm watching her, which makes this even more fucking hot. I've never had much interest in voyeurism, but my girl creates one.
She grabs a towel and wraps it around her body, but it does nothing to hide her natural curves. Her full rack makes it impossible for the towel to hide much.
She grabs another towel and uses it to dry her long, golden ringlets as she steps into the room. Her eyes fall on me and a flush rises in her face.
"What?" she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Nothing," I mutter as my eyes dance up and down her body.
"Are you just going to sit there and watch?" she teases with a playful yet seductive look in her eyes.
"Is there something else I should be doing?"
She knows exactly what I want to do, but if she can be a brat then I can be an asshole. She nibbles her bottom lip and surprises me by letting the towel slide down her body to puddle at her feet. My little princess from a week ago wouldn’t have been so free with her nudity, but I’m not going to let her see my surprise at her actions. She's trying to get a rise out of me, and not just from my pants. I can tell exactly what she’s trying to do as she runs a lazy finger from her throat and down between her breasts. She wants control. Even if she gets on her knees to beg, the only thing I'm letting her have is my cock down her throat. I’m going to teach her a lesson she may not like, but she can always tell me to stop. That’s the only control over me she’ll get.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and swagger over to her. Her hands immediately go for my belt, sending me a look of victory. Hold onto that feeling, babygirl, because I’m about to rip the rug out from under you.
Roughly, I grab her neck and wrap my fingers around her throat. I pull her to me, just a breath away, a growl slipping from my clenched teeth.
"You're mine, got it?"
She releases a moan and some of the control she thought she had. She pulls my zipper down. "Are you sure about that? It seems like you're mine, not the other way around."
Now, she's pushing my buttons in the brattiest of ways.
"Is this your way of asking for a reminder, babygirl?"
Her eyes don’t leave mine. "Yes, Daddy."
I crash my lips against hers, taking control, showing who she belongs to, as she moans and leans into me. I push her from me then force her to her knees. I pull my throbbing dick out, stroking it just out of her reach.
"Open your mouth," I command.
She immediately complies, opening up wide for me. I slide my cock into her hot, bratty mouth and tightly grip her damp hair, holding her in place.
This is exactly what she needs. She needs me to take what I want from her—control her. She needs to be relieved of making any sort of decisions and letting me be responsible for her pleasure, her actions, her everything.
I thrust repeatedly between her pouty lips as she stares up at me, a mixture of adoration and lust in her eyes. I claim every molecule in her mouth and throat. It's all fucking mine.
I pull out, and she lets out an aroused gasp, saliva dripping down her chin.
"Who do you belong to?" I press, my voice hoarse. I give a little yank on her hair.
"You," she whimpers with need.
"And who am I?"
"My Daddy." She smirks, her hips wiggling with tension.
"Good girl."
“You don’t need to worry about condoms now. I got the implant.” A devious smirk pulls at her lips and my restraint snaps.
I growl before shoving my cock back in her mouth, her tongue running along my shaft again and again, until I'm satisfied by how fully I've claimed her oral cavity.
It's time for me to move onto other parts of her body and introduce them to my cock. To my bare cock.
In one fluid motion, I release her mouth, pull her to her feet, then push her onto the bed. She positions herself on her hands and knees, and I take full advantage of the pose.
I pull my belt from the loops as I shove my pants off and move in behind her.
“Lay your face on the bed and put your hands behind your back.” She follows my orders perfectly. I fasten her wrists together with my belt, making sure it's good and tight, but not too tight. Her face presses into the mattress, but she doesn't fight it. She's submitting to me. The beast inside me rumbles with contentment.
Wrapping her hair around my hand, I tug her head back and off the mattress as I ease my cock into her slick tightness. A loud gasp leaves her lips as I seat myself as deep in her as I can go. I hold her still as I enjoy the sensation of her constricting walls holding me in that spot.
I once heard if she doesn't gasp when a guy sticks it in, it's something he's doing wrong, not her. I have always held to that, and my girl's gasp gives me everything.
Just because she's healed from giving me her virginity doesn't mean she doesn't need time to adjust, so I give her a minute. When she starts letting out frustrated whimpers, I start in on her lithe body, giving her exactly what both of us need until she's screaming into her orgasm, begging for more. The way she squeezes me sends my mind and my body into an ethereal paradise unlike anything I've ever experienced. She’s my oasis from the hell of everyday life.
CHAPTER 25
HER
Finn's calloused fingers trail up and down my spine as I lay with my head pressed against his chest. The metronome of his heart thumping against my ear is more soothing than one of my bubble baths.
I feel so lucky. Not only because this man cares for me, protects me, and gives me the greatest pleasure in the world, but also because we were alone in this house when he fucked me senseless. None of his friends are here and I love the privacy. It’s just us.
No one to judge us.
No one to listen in on us.
Just me and him. Us.
What we have is perfect. I don't need anything else. I don't need labels or fancy dates. I'm happy just spending time with Finn and being us.
He runs a gentle kiss across my forehead as his fingers move to my neck, teasing the sensitive skin behind my ear. The move is intimate, not sexual. However my body doesn’t see it that way and a rush flows through me at the touch.
"How are you feeling?" he whispers huskily.
"Fine," I mumble.
His lips tease across my forehead again before I look up into his icy blues, seeing an intensity shining down at me. I can't decipher his thoughts, but whatever it is, it's something profound.
I don't push for him to tell me. I constantly remind myself that I offered him complete control of what we are, and I have to live with the limitations of that offer. There are certain things that I can't ask even if my heart yearns to know. If having unanswered questions means I get to keep Finn, I’ll deal with the uncertainty as long as it takes.
"Come here," he mutters as he sits up and reaches into his bedside table. He pulls out a small tube of ointment and gestures for my hands.
My wrists are irritated by the leather of his belt, but it’s not too bad. Regardless, I offer him my arms and he applies the ointment liberally to the irritations. He takes my other hand and does the same before pressing a soft kiss to my palm.
"Thanks," I say, smiling at him.
He doesn't respond, only puts the tube of ointment back in the drawer. We both sit with our backs against the headboard in silence as he grabs his phone. His eyes flick across the screen momentarily before he tosses it back on the bedside table.
"Halloween is on Friday," he says suddenly before gazing at me expectantly.
"It is," I agree, holding his duvet to my chest.
He raises an eyebrow, "Do you have plans?"
"Um, not really. Me and the girls usually go to that costume party the football team organizes, but it's not something that's required," I explain with a shrug of my shoulders.
I say the girls instead of my ex-boyfriend and our group of friends to avoid issues. Just because Duncan and his team organize it isn't the only reason I go. I’ve always been the designated driver, and it’s always Nyla who convinces me to go.
"I have a different party I have to go to. Wanna come with me instead?" he asks, his jaw ticking like it does when something makes him uncomfortable. He’s not giving off the I really want you to go vibe.
I don’t know how this makes me feel, but it definitely isn’t welcomed. "Don't invite me to something if you don't want me there, okay?" I say with naked irritation and go to move out of the bed.
The empty act of Finn inviting me to some party that he obviously doesn’t want me to attend is infuriating. I just want to yank my clothes on, do my walk of shame, and get the fuck out of here.
"Hey," he grunts, then pulls me into his lap, refusing to stand my temper tantrum. "It's not like that, okay?" His gravelly voice comes out in a whisper as he runs his rough knuckles along my cheek. "I want you there with me," he admits, his jaw tightening again. "I'm not used to this, Princess. I'm used to doing things on my own, not asking someone to be there with me. This is all new for me." The honesty in his eyes almost blinds me like high beams.
It’s asking the question that makes him uncomfortable, not me going with him.
I lean into his touch, peace filling me in a way only he can provide.
"Okay," I whisper as he gazes into my eyes, anticipation clear in his icy blues. "I'll go with you." I touch the defined line of his jaw gently and feel him relax against my touch. "I don't have expectations of you, Finn. If you feel like you need space or don't want me around for something, I'll understand."
Really, the thought of that makes me feel self-conscious and anxious, but I know everything needs to go at his pace or he'll run from me. When it comes to relationships, I'm the more experienced one and this whole thing between us makes him uncomfortable—the same way sex made me feel until we did it. He went at my speed. Now, it's my turn to return the notion.
I want to throw my heart and soul into being with him, but I can't until he's ready for me to do that.
"You don't get it, babygirl," he utters with a squeeze. "I don't like you being away from me. I like having you by my side. It's fucking hell when you're not with me. I’ve tried more than my fair share of different types of drugs in my life. None have come close to giving me the high I find with you. I'm addicted to the way your skin feels, how fucking intoxicating you smell, how amazing you taste." He licks my collarbone for added measure and goosebumps form on my skin. "I want you all the fucking time and I can't get enough of you. You couldn't possibly understand how much you overpower my mind," he finishes, as his hands run down my body, grabbing me in all the right places.
"Sounds quite toxic," I tease the words as he kisses the sensitive spot behind my ear.
"Very fucking toxic, indeed," he growls before he lifts me up and lowers me onto his full erection.
A loud gasp leaves my lips as my nails sink into his spine. "Oh, god," I whimper as he gently rocks into me, slow and sensual like a loving dance.
"Don't ever question if I want you to be with me, because the answer will always be yes.”
He leans back on the bed and gives me full control of the delicious coitus. I press my hands against his chest and slowly move up and down his cock, continuing the rhythm he set in motion.
With my head thrown back, I cry out, gaining momentum slowly, as he grabs my ass through the duvet.
I don't stop until both of us are completely lost in the throes of passion, chasing the high of our releases.
I scan the endless array of clothes in my closet for ideas for a Halloween costume. The party Finn is taking me to isn't one where people wear costumes, but I always wear one to school during the day. It's so fun to dress as someone else, but this whole search is exhausting.
"Babe, what are you doing?" Finn asks, sitting at my desk.
"Looking for inspiration," I quip.
He opens his legs and vulgarly grabs his jean covered cock. “I’ve got your inspiration right here,” he smirks.
I just snicker and continue with my quest. I've come up with so many unique costumes over the years—Jackie Kennedy, undead witch, frat party attendee—but I know this year's costume is way more important. The answer is tickling my brain, but for some reason, it doesn't want to come out to play.
Not yet, at least.
"You know, most people find their costumes at a store," he jokes playfully.
"I put my own costumes together—makes them way more authentic. You should've seen me at last year's Decade Dance. I looked like I came straight out of the Roaring Twenties—a regular flapper girl," I say with a playful edge, his eyes sparkling.
He smiles and that gets my juices flowing. I debate riding him right there on my desk chair. We have the house to ourselves so noise wouldn’t be an issue. My mom has another business meeting, but she has yet to tell what that is code for. I figure she's met a guy she likes, but she has neither confirmed nor denied it.
It's just me and Finn here, so I'm strutting around my room in my bra and panties. His eyes keep drifting up and down my body as I move, and I know my lack of clothes is highly distracting.
