Page 42 of Reckless Desires
I slide my hands down, my thumb finding her clit as I move my other hand all the way to her opening. “What about this, do you like this?” I ask as I tease her, slowly dipping just one finger inside her as I circle her clit.
Her body writhes, my dick against her perfect ass stiffens with each movement against me.
“Mmm,” she moans, pressing hard into my chest, keeping her eyes on my hands. “Yes.”
I move faster, my thumb stroking her as I push two fingers inside of her. “You’re so beautiful, Isla,” I whisper into her ear before sucking her lobe into my mouth, my eyes never leaving hers as she watches me.
Her moans and whimpers get the best of me, and I can’t hold off any longer. “I’m fucking you from behind, I want to feel your ass slap against me, taking every single inch of my cock, and I don’t want your eyes to leave the mirror, do you understand me?” I experiment with my authority in this moment; if she’ll accept it, if she likes it… the jury is still out. Judging by the small smile that spreads on her face, I’d say she’s in.
I release her and grab a condom from the drawer of the vanity.
“No,” she says, and I turn back to her. “I mean, no. No condom. Are you clean? I am. I want to feel you, Bordeaux. You’re going to give me every single inch? Then I want to feel every single inch with nothing between us. No barriers.” Her dark eyes roam over my body as I stand holding the foil package.
I’ve never not worn a condom. But then again, I’ve hardly ever had so much as a conversation with a woman I’ve been intimate with, either.
“I’m clean,” I tell her. I get tested regularly, and I haven’t slept with anyone since I’ve been home. “Are you sure, though?”
“I’m on the pill. I want all of you.” Isla moves toward me and takes the condom from my hand, tossing it onto the ground. “Now fuck me. I want to watch you come for me,” Isla says, turning the tables, and in seconds, I’ve got both of us spun back around and I’m thrusting deep inside of her, her breasts moving in the most delicious way as I grind against her.
“Fuck, Bordeaux,” Isla says, her eyes on mine in the mirror. “Fuck, yes. You feel so good.” She almost shuts her eyes as she lets her head fall back but snaps her attention back onto herself.
I’m as deep as I can get inside of her, her muscles contracting around me each time I dive in. Not wearing a condom is going to make me come faster, but this is worth it. Watching her watching us is the sexiest thing I’ve ever done. Her eyes fall to where I’ve got one hand playing with her nipple and she smiles before letting out a loud moan before standing taller, moving from her slightly bent over position, changing the angle of how my dick is plunging into her. It’s almost too much for me to take, and I feel myself slipping away on the brink of coming. I try to force myself to keep it together; I’m not done with her yet.
Isla stands as I continue to pound into her, wrapping her arms up and around my neck, giving me a full shot of her fully naked body in front of mine in the mirror. She’s so fucking sexy. Her tits bounce as I thrust into her.
“Are you close?” I ask, needing to fucking come. I need to let go and feel the rush of what she’s done to me.
“I’m going to come,” Isla says almost immediately and after one final, deep thrust inside of her, I’m letting go. I’m pouring into her and savoring every goddamn second of the warmth, the feeling of her wrapped so tightly around me.
We sink to the floor, both of us completely exhausted from the high of what we’ve just done. Again. I bring her up and onto my lap, and she straddles me, wrapping me in her arms.
I knew Isla Robles was going to bring me trouble; I just never realized how good her trouble would be.
* * *
Isla sits flush against me, her back pressing into my chest as she leans into me. Her hair is piled on top of her head, dripping tiny droplets onto her naked shoulders. I run my hands over her skin and feel her small frame against mine, loving how she feels tucked into me like this. I don’t want to talk about the inevitable, the fact that I am leaving and won’t be here to do these things with her. I won’t be around to taste her, to feel the complete and total ecstasy of being inside her. For the first time since I started making music, I wish I didn’t have to go on tour.
Sure, Hellfire is ruthless and awful, but our fans make every single asshole comment from them worth it. I love seeing them, signing their merch, and hearing them sing the words along to our songs with us—even if those songs aren’t exactly the songs I want to be playing. Seeing their passion and love for us is pure gold.
But for her, I feel like I’d give it all up.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, turning around to face me and scooting backward to rest her neck on the ledge of the clawfoot tub.
“Never playing a show again so I can spend all my time with you.” I say, feeling like riding this high instead of pretending like it isn’t real.
Her eyebrows knit together as she sits up, her back straightening. “Well, that’s the worst thing you’ve said to me so far.”
Confusion clearly spreads across my face because she continues, “I love that you have these huge dreams, that you’re following them and doing your thing. I’d never want you to give them up to be with me.” Her breasts sit just above where the water ends, and I glance down at them wanting to take them into my mouth again. “If we can’t make it work, then it isn’t meant to be. But after this night, I honestly can’t imagine there isn’t a meaning more than just this for us. We aren’t only meant to be connected like this for a moment in time. I feel like this is so much more than that. Don’t you?”
This woman is slowly becoming my religion. Every single thing she says sounds like heaven.
“More than anything, yes.”
She looks at me with those big brown eyes of hers, and I realize I’m already in so fucking deep, I can barely see straight.
“What’s your downfall, Bordeaux? Because so far, I’m not seeing anything that makes me want to run. And honestly, that really scares me.”
I pull her toward me, the water sloshing with the movement and spilling over the side of the tub. “I’m scared, too. And I don’t get scared. I don’t let people close enough to allow them to hurt me.” I bend down and press my lips to hers before finishing, “I never saw you coming and you’re right, I don’t know how we’re going to make this work, but I want to. Don’t be scared. Not of me. Not of us.” I search her eyes, trying to decipher what she’s feeling. “I’m not going to hurt you.”