Reckless

As I drifted off to sleep, I heard my bedroom door slowly creak shut and the distinct sound of it being locked.


Confused and a bit alarmed, I sat up in bed and I saw Jason quietly make his way over to me. Before I could even ask what he was doing, he climbed into bed with me and pressed his lips against mine, silencing any protest I might have had. 


"Jason??  what are you doing?" I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. "Mom and Dad are going to hear us."

But Jason didn't seem to care as he started kissing me.

The whole day, I was feeling a sense of emptiness gnawing at me, a weight on my chest that I couldn't shake off. It had been a whole day since I last saw Jason, since I last felt his touch, his kiss, his presence beside me. And while he was kissing me, I realized that it wasn't just the guilt eating away at me, it was the absence of him.

 

I missed him more than I cared to admit. I missed the way he would hold me close, the way he would whisper sweet nothings in my ear, the way his tongue would explore every inch of my body. I missed the way he made me feel alive, desired, wanted. And most of all, I missed the way he would make love to me, with such passion and intensity that it would leave me breathless.

 

Without a word, he moved towards me, his hands reaching out to touch me, to claim me as his own.

 

And then, his lips were on mine, his hands running down my body, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't resist. I found myself melting into his embrace, letting go of all the guilt and fears that were holding me back. In that moment, all that mattered was him and me, lost in our own world of passion and desire.

 

I felt his lips trailing down my neck, his tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake. And then, he moved lower, his hands caressing my skin as he went down on me with so much skill and finesse that I couldn't help but moan with pleasure. I clenched my fists, biting my lip hard to stifle the sounds of ecstasy that threatened to escape my lips.

 

He continued to devour me with his tongue, his lips, his hands, driving me to the brink of madness. I arched my back, my body trembling with desire as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. I wanted to scream his name, to let him know how much I needed him, how much I craved him.

 

But then, a sudden realization hit me like a ton of bricks. It wasn't just the physical pleasure that I was missing. It was him, the man behind the touches and kisses, the one who made my heart race and my soul soar. I wanted him, needed him, loved him with every fiber of my being.

 

And so, in a moment of pure clarity, I gathered all my courage and whispered, "Let's tell Sebastian about us."

 

Jason looked up from between my legs, his eyes filled with hunger and desire. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice husky with emotion.

 

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, I'm sure. I want him to know about us, I don't want to hide anymore, the sooner he finds out about us the better, I hate sneaking around and hiding things from him."

 

And with that, he returned to his ministrations, his tongue working its magic on me once more. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that crashed over me, losing myself in the moment.

 

As I reached the peak of ecstasy, my body shaking with release, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that no matter what the future held, no matter what challenges we might face, we would face them together, as one.

 

And as I lay there, spent and sated in his arms, he  whispered, "Let's get matching tattoos tomorrow."

 

I looked at him, a smile playing on my lips. "I would love that," I said. Honestly I don’t know what I was thinking agreeing to that.

 How was Sebastian going to feel?





Before I could change my mind he was on top of me.

He made love to me that night in a way that was different from our previous encounters – it was as if he couldn't get enough of me, as if he needed me in that moment more than anything else in the world. 


I couldn't deny the desire that burned within me as well. Despite the risks and the consequences of our forbidden relationship, I found myself unable to resist Jason's touch. We were addicted to each other, to the thrill of being together in secret, and it scared me how reckless we were becoming. 


As the night wore on, we lost ourselves in each other, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that was both familiar and exhilarating. I could feel the heat of Jason's skin against mine, the pressure of his hands on my hips, and the passion in his kisses that left me breathless. 


But as the sun began to rise, reality started to seep back in. I knew that what we were doing was wrong, that it could tear our family apart if anyone found out. I knew that we needed to be more careful, to think about the consequences of our actions before we allowed ourselves to be consumed by our desires. 


As Jason finally drifted off to sleep, his arms wrapped around me in a protective embrace, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and anxiety. What we were doing was dangerous, forbidden, and yet there was a part of me that couldn't help but crave more of it. 


We were tangled in a web of our own making, two people who should never have been together in that way, but unable to resist the pull of our love for each other. And as I lay there in Jason's arms, I knew that our relationship was destined to end in heartbreak – but in that moment, all I could think about was how much I wanted him to hold me close and never let me go. 


“Aria” I heard my mom call me, followed by a knock on the door.

How did I allow Jason to sleep in my room knowing my mom might come in the morning?