Free RECKLESS - Part 1 by Alice Ward Page B

heavy sigh. I wasn’t ready to fully forgive him just yet, but it was a start. “I understand,” I said, slipping into the tub, careful not to drop my phone into the water.
    “So… we’re okay?” he asked, his voice hopeful.
    I could feel the corners of my mouth lifting in a small smile as the water caressed my skin, washing away the worries and the doubt. “It will be.”
    Sean gave a sigh of relief in my ear and the smile on my face grew with it. We really were going to be okay. I was certain of it.
    “What are you doing now?” he asked, our conversation picking up as if we’d never even fought.
    I splashed water in the tub and said, “Taking a hot bath.”
    Again, silence filled the air, but this one wasn’t filled with worry or dread; it was filled with want and need. So much I swore I could feel it bleeding through the phone and down into the water, warming my skin and forcing my heart to quicken.
    “Want to?” I asked, knowing that, after everything we’d just been through, he wouldn’t initiate it. Not this time. Not yet.
    “Want to…?” he asked, as if he needed clarification. In reality, he was just making certain we were on the same page.
    “Mmmhmmm”
    “Are you sure?”
    I chuckled at his hesitance. “Would you just phone fuck me already?”
    He cleared his throat. I could hear clothing shuffling in the background. Just knowing he was getting ready for me had the area between my legs pulsating, aching with need.
    I couldn’t wait.
    As he continued to ready himself, I snaked my free hand across my abdomen and down between my thighs. My breath hitched the second my fingers made contact with the swollen flesh of my sex. With painfully slow but precise strokes, I worked the hard nub of my clit as the last few crackles came through the phone receiver.
    “Oh, Andy,” he moaned. And I knew he’d started.
    In my head, I envisioned the scene I’d committed to memory years ago—him stroking his length, eyes trained on me, the love and desire in his gaze so strong, I thought I might explode. It was something we’d practiced in the months before I started college. Laying feet to head on our bed, we watched one another as each of us brought ourselves to self-pleasure. It had done wonders for the long-distance visual during our many phone sex conversations over the years.
    “What are you doing, baby?” he asked, voice husky and all-too knowing.
    “I’m touching myself… rubbing my clit,” I said between light pants.
    “Hmm-mm.”
    A little confused, my hand ceased movement. “No?”
    “No, baby. I’m touching your clit.”
    My fingers immediately returned to working the bundle of fiery nerves. “Tell me more,” I begged with hitched breath.
    “Mmmmm…I can taste you, baby,” he whispered seductively into the phone. “Can you feel my mouth on you, my tongue caressing you, licking every inch of you?”
    I imagined his head between my legs, the softness and warmth of his mouth, his tongue expertly lapping away where my frantic fingers worked.
    “Oh, yes,” I panted, my face already hot and beaded with sweat.
    He growled into my ear. “That’s it. Keep going. I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”
    “Oh, Sean.” My movements became jerky, frantic, as I moved closer and closer to my climax.
    “That’s it, Andy. Yeah, baby. I’m inside you now. Can you feel it?”
    “Yeah,” I whispered into the phone, shoving my fingers deep inside the wetness. My muscles instantly clenched around my fingers. My body begged for more, and more is what I gave it: deeper, faster thrusts that forced whimpers from me.
    Sean began panting in my ear. “That’s right, baby. I own you.”
    Something snapped when he uttered those words, words I’d never heard from Sean before.
    In my head, Jace’s hands began exploring the deepest, darkest parts of me. His hot breath was against my neck, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. His teeth were biting at my tender flesh, marking me for all eternity. His