Dirty, Reckless Love (The Boys of Jackson Harbor #3)

My gaze glued to the sight of her mouth moving up and down my shaft, I take her hand and squeeze her fingers. “Put this one between your legs. Touch yourself for me.” The command is gruff, but she gasps around my cock, shooting pleasure up my spine as she obeys. She parts her thighs and slides her hand up her dress, slipping it between her legs.

I’m jealous. I want to feel what she’s feeling. I want her slick heat on my fingers, her aching sex rocking against my hand. She moans against my cock, and another bolt of pleasure rolls over me.

I grit my teeth, determined to hold on. I’m not going to rush this. I love the way she uses her tongue on me, the way she pulls back and then draws me deep again, letting me fuck her mouth. But most of all, I love the pleasure on her face, and the sound of her needy little moans against my dick as she rubs herself between her legs.

I tug lightly on her hair, and she sucks me harder, so I do it again. “Slide two fingers inside that pussy, baby. Fuck yourself with your hand. I need you to come.” I’m breathless, my words choppy because I’m so close and trying to hold on. “Come for me.”

Her eyes close, her hips jerk, and she comes on a jagged moan that vibrates all the way down my spine to the base of my shaft. She’s fucking her hand with abandon, riding the waves of her orgasm while she sucks my cock into her throat. My control snaps with a violent jerk of my hips. I come hard into her mouth, my hand still wrapped tight in her hair and keeping her exactly where I want her as I ride out my own pleasure.

She swallows around me with a whimpering moan, and I pull back, drawing her to her feet. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from taking me in. “Are you okay?”

She grins. “More than okay.”

I stroke her cheek with my thumb. I wish I could take a thousand pictures of her like this. I never want to forget. “Not too rough?”

“It was perfect.” She skims her fingertips over my jaw. “You don’t have to be gentle with me, Levi. I’m not fragile.”

Christ. I’m getting hard again. “You looked so fucking hot like that.”

“You liked seeing me on my knees?”

My nostrils flare. “I liked seeing you touch yourself. Seeing pleasure on your face while you sucked my cock?” I shake my head. “Liked isn’t a strong enough word.” I take the hand that was between her legs and draw her first two fingers into my mouth, sucking off the taste of her until she gasps. “I could get off on that image every fucking day.”

I pick her up and sit her on Jake’s desk, desperate for more of what I sampled from her fingers. I’m vaguely aware of the sounds of the waitstaff on the other side of the door, but the only thing that matters is her. Her dress is bunched around her hips, and I tug on the stretchy fabric. She lifts her arms as I pull it off over her head.

When I cup her between her legs, she gasps and rocks against me. I stroke her through her panties, loving the way her hips move into my hand as she seeks the pressure she needs.

I kiss my way down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to her cleavage. I nuzzle my face between her breasts and groan. I’m already impossibly hard again. “You smell so fucking good. Like flowery soap and sex.” I dip my head low and suck her nipple hard through the sheer black fabric of her bra.

Gasping, she slides a hand into my hair, holding me there, silently begging for more. I suck harder, and she moans. She reaches behind herself to release the clasp of her bra and expose her breasts to my mouth. I pull back to take in the sight of her with her nipples hard and my hand between her legs.

So fucking beautiful.

“I’m dying to touch you. To taste you. To explore you with my tongue until you’re fucking my face.” I yank down her panties and toss them to the side. “You do something to me, Ellie. I need to make you come so hard you feel just how much you own me.” I wait a beat, my eyes locked on hers.

“You own me too,” she whispers. “I want you, Levi.”

I lower my head back to her breasts, kissing one then the other before kissing my way down her body.

I nuzzle her between her legs, and she lifts her hips off the desk with a gasp. I use both hands to spread her wide before lowering my mouth to her sweet, pink center and exploring her with my tongue. Her body trembles under me, a shuddering tremor of pleasure that makes me hungry for more. I want to taste every inch of her, to strip away her fears and expose the lust she’s teased me with. I want to free her from the stress and heartache of the last few weeks, even if it’s only for a short time.

I dip my tongue inside her and think I might lose my mind with desire. The crescendo of her moans only makes me crave more as I taste her, as I pleasure her, as I lead her to release. I lick and suck. I tease with my tongue against her clit before turning my face to nibble at her inner thighs. I slide my fingers inside her, and her sex squeezes so hot and tight that I could come again. Right here—just from the sound of her moans and the taste of her on my tongue.

I curl my fingers inside her and press as deeply as her body will allow, then I suck on her clit as I pump my fingers in and out, relishing her little pants, her moans, her desperate pleas of more and oh God and yes.

“I want you inside me,” she begs, her words breathy, her body jerking in desperation.

Keeping a hand between her legs, I stand and prepare myself to decline when I want nothing more to feel her wrapped around me. “I don’t have a condom, sweetheart.”

She shakes her head. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill and I . . .” She’s teetering on the edge of release. “Please? I want to come with you inside me.”

“How am I supposed to say no to that?”

She looks at me through lust-fogged eyes. “You’re not.”

Positioning myself in front of her, I guide her hips to the edge of the desk and drive into her. The moment I’m buried deep inside her, she comes hard in a spasm of clenching muscles and bucking hips.

She closes her eyes. “It feels so good like this, Levi. I don’t want you to stop.” Her words, her body, everything—it heats my blood and makes me crazy with need.

I retreat almost all the way before sliding deep again. She pushes up on her hands to watch where our bodies are joined. She watches me fuck her—in and out, in long, slow strokes, then faster. It’s so good. Better than anything I’ve ever—

My balls go tight. “Oh fuck, Ellie.” I slide my hands behind her back and draw her close, kissing her hard as I come. Heat jackknifes down my spine as I thrust into her a final time. We’re skin against skin. This is as close to any person as I’ve ever been.

She kisses my neck and runs her hands over my chest. “That was . . .”

I pull back, studying her face and waiting for her words. Love for her and awe at her trust in me leave a sweet ache in my chest.

She smiles and shakes her head. “Totally worth waiting for.”

She’s so beautiful, and I’m filled with caveman pride over pleasuring such a goddess. Her expression is soft with pleasure and her limbs limp with satisfaction.

“I’ve never done that before, Ellie. Never without a condom. We should have talked about it first.”

She searches my eyes. “Are you worried I’ll end up pregnant? Because I’m on the pill, and—”

“No. Not that.” Fuck, the idea of her having my baby doesn’t bother me in the slightest. If that’s our reality someday, I’ll consider myself the luckiest asshole around. “I should have talked to you about it first because it’s the right thing to do. But I’ve been tested, and I’ve never had unprotected sex before now.”

She wraps her arms around me and presses a kiss to my neck. “So you’re saying that, in a way, you were a virgin.”

I chuckle softly. “I suppose. In a way.”

“You certainly don’t fuck like a virgin, Levi Jackson.”

I cup her face in my hands. I want to tell her I love her, but I’m not sure she wants to hear it.

Someone knocks on the door. “Levi?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. It’s Shay. I’m still inside Ellie, and my sister is on the other side of an unlocked door.

“Jake and Ava are leaving,” Shay says. “They want everyone out front for their send-off.” She clears her throat. “But, um, don’t shoot the messenger.”





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