Page 98 of Reckless Love

Out of fucking control is what I’ve been. From the minute I sat in her living room and pretended to take notes at that first meeting, I’ve cast little more than a light mist over the blaze threatening to ignite. Allowed the embers of our past to smolder into whatever’s about to happen. She’s always made me reckless. With her, it’s yes and yes and yes. Maybe it’s telling that the one time we told each other no, it ruined us both.

“Use me, Ava. Take whatever you want.”

She sits back, straddling me while she undoes the button on my jeans without breaking eye contact. Slowly, she eases down the zipper. “Whatever I want, huh?” she murmurs.

“Whatever you want,” I rasp as her fingers glide along the indent of my erection.

“What if I just want to give?”

“That’s never been good enough for me. You know that.”

“But I’m in charge.”

“Only if I let you be.”

A slow smile spreads as she slips her hand under the waistband of my boxers. My breath catches when she circles her hand around my hard length. “I bet,” she says as she draws her hand up and down, “that if these lips,” she touches her index finger to her lips, “can still work their magic, you’ll lose all control.”

“Never going to happen,” I say, but my voice is already thick with desire, and it takes everything in me to keep my hips on the bed.

“Never?” Ava arches a brow. “I do love a challenge.” Then she tugs down my jeans and boxers, freeing me from the confines of my clothes. She glances up at me as she leans forward, and she flicks her tongue along my shaft.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my hand finding her hair almost against my will. “Ava.”

She pushes my hand away and wags her finger at me. “Now, now, Stephen. I’m about to do the taking.” She drags her hand down my shaft, and I groan, digging my hands into the covers. “Do you remember how deep I can take you? How warm and wet it is when I can take you right to the base?”

There’s a good chance I’m going to come before my dick even enters her mouth. “You probably can’t take it like you used to.”

She grips me with one hand, and then her mouth slides over and along me, her tongue blazing tantalizing pressure along my shaft as she goes right to my base and then sucks all the way back to the tip. I hiss out my approval.

“Turns out I can,” she says, giving me a wicked grin. “Want me to do it again?”

“Yes,” I rasp out.

“You’re going to have to ask nicely.” She bats her eyes at me.

“Please,” I grit out.

“You disappoint me,” she says, moving to stand up.

“Please, baby,” I say, reaching for her. “Take it all. Make me proud.”

Immediately, she hovers over me again, and I want to slide my hand into her strands, cup the back of her head, but I know better. She’ll bat me away, tell me to stay out of her hair.

When her lips close over me again, tongue circling, a little whimper escapes. “You’re so fucking good at this.” I fist the bedcovers to stop myself from reaching for her. “So pretty with your mouth full of me.” And I can’t take my eyes off her as she slides up and down, clearly enjoying it as much as I am. But if I let her keep going, she’s going to win, and not in the way that’ll make us both happy. “Ava,” I rasp out.

When she doesn’t listen, I slide my hands into her hair and draw her away. She murmurs a protest, but when I roll us to pin her, she gazes up at me with a hint of a smirk.

“Afraid I’d win?” she asks.

“I prefer we’re both winners.”

“If you can make me come, you can have unlimited blow jobs for the rest of your life.”

“If?” I scoff, and I step off the bed to draw her jeans and panties down her legs. “I know every way to make you come. All of them.” I tug her to the end of the bed, letting her legs rest over my shoulders. Then I cup her ass and swipe up her center with my tongue. The real question, as far as I’m concerned, is whether I let her come fast or slow. Which pattern will I use to push her to the brink and beyond?

Letting instinct take over, I use my fingers, mouth, and tongue to draw out each moan, gasp, and whimper. She’s so wet, it’s almost criminal.

But it doesn’t take long for me to figure out something’s off. While she’s reacting how I’d expect, there’s no escalation, no sense of her being driven to the brink.