by Rain, Renee
RECKLESS
Renee Rain
Reckless
Copyright © 2013 RENEE RAIN
All rights reserved.
ISBN-10: 0989181405
ISBN-13: 978-0-9891814-0-2
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DEDICATION
I am dedicating this novella to my best friend and husband J. You embrace my alter ego and always encourage me to do me.
Because of YOU- Renee writes!
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I am grateful for the people who have encouraged me to push forward with my dreams and for those who wrote before me- paving the way so that I can write in a manner that pleases ME.
A Special Thank You to my Write Sistah’s! While you thought I was encouraging you, YOU were encouraging ME!!!
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
All sexually active characters depicted in this work are 18 years of age or older. This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your books where they cannot be accessed by minors.
~ Rome~
Charlotte has always been a beautiful place to me. I always thought it would be the perfect area to live and grow in terms of my career. When I completed my degree in accounting and was offered a position there, I was ecstatic. That was where I met and began dating Rome. He was a tall, medium toned, handsome thing with a firm muscular build. He had a Fu Manchu style mustache that made him look even more sexy and distinct. We met in the building we worked in, but my company was on the 9th floor and his was on the 12th. It was one of those situations where you say good morning to someone so much you might as well ask them what their name is. That’s what happened. Of course as shy as I was, I would have gone on forever just saying hello without knowing his name. But after about the 20th ‘Good Morning’, he finally asked. His voice was smooth as he stated, “We see each other so much; I feel like I know you.” We exchanged names and I kept smiling as the elevator door opened on my floor. I quickly stepped out and heard him say, “Sabrina.” The way he said my name sent chills through me at 8am. He held the door open as I turned to see what he wanted. “Do you think we could meet up sometime for lunch-maybe even today?” I bit my bottom lip trying to contain the grin and calmly told him I could meet him in the main lobby at noon.
We met each other as planned and walked to a small Chinese dine-in. I couldn’t believe we talked the whole time. Weather, politics, even pets and neither of us have any pets. I told him that I was 35 and single with no kids. I also shared that my job as an accountant for one of the region’s largest firms keeps me busy. He shared that he was 39, single with no kids and is a project manager for an engineering group. He must have been reading my expression when he told me his stats because he immediately states, “Look, I live the lifestyle, but I only mess with females and I’m not a sociopath. I am just a little particular about what I do, how I do it and who I do it with.” That brought so much instant relief, I just smiled. “So do you think you would like to join me for dinner one evening?” He slowly stared me up and down as he waited for me to respond. Of course my mind and mouth were ill-coordinated as I blurred out, “Now I paid for my own lunch, this doesn’t justify a booty call.” His eyes got big as saucers and I couldn’t help but to burst out laughing. “Wow. I really just want you to join me for a meal, maybe a movie and get to know you. I promise, with that small waist line and your wide hips and ass- not to leave out that beautiful face, I would love to do you right here and now. But I sexes no one without complete testing.” He stared me up and down again and started smiling. I must admit my ego was a little damaged, but still- I wanted to know more about him and I was sure that he was feeling the same way. “So how about tomorrow night, my treat and I’ll get a rain check on the booty call?” He smiled as I gave him my phone number and the address to the building my condo was in. As we walked back to our jobs, I felt like a winner of a multi-million dollar lottery and he was one fine jackpot.
The next evening’s dinner and movie was great. He was such a breath of fresh air. Usually, the guys I would run into were either intimidated by my independence, had no legal means of income or had other motives which were always obvious. But he was different. He opened doors and paid the bill which was a rarity compared to the men of my past. At the end of our date, he pulled up to my building to drop me off. “Can I walk you inside and use the restroom?” He asked in a calm manner. ‘Yes’ I thought to myself. I just knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the deep purple tube dress with just enough of my cleavage showing to entice any man . As lady-like as I tried to be, it had been a long time since anything that didn’t require batteries snuggled between my thighs. Plus I work hard to stay in a size 12 and keep my stomach flat- my body needed some attention. So yes, I was hoping he would ask to walk me in and for a little more. My only response was an immediate “yes”. He opened my door and I led the way.
I stopped by my mail box and gathered what was inside. The elevator ride was quiet. I led him to my unit and opened the door. I pointed down the hallway to the bathroom and stood near the door sorting through the mail. He returned after a few minutes drying his hands with a paper towel. “So this is where I tell you to have a good night and get some rest,” he said as he let out an obviously fake yawn. He looked like he wanted something and I certainly did, so I had to see if he would take me up on my offer. “So do you not even kiss unless you’re tested?” I asked with a devilish grin. No words were said as he leaned in to kiss me. I could feel myself starting to cream as I tasted his tongue which was sweet and smooth. Leaning against my opened door, I could feel him pressing his erect dick against me. He began kissing me down my neck. He gently pushed me away from the door and closed it behind him. I felt his lips slowly going from my neck down to my breast. My panties were getting wetter as he ran a hand up the side of my thigh pushing my dress up. I felt his fingers enter my panties and separate my lips. His suckling my nipples as his finger slid in and out of my wetness was enough to make me moan. My moans got louder and louder and his hand moved faster and faster. Something in my stomach began to tighten up. I needed his full impact. He knew what I wanted so I wouldn’t beg. As he pleased me with his hand, I started imagining how good he must be with his other tool. “I want to fuck you so bad,” were the last words I heard him moan in my ear before I realized he had hit my G-Spot with his finger. As juices started flowing down my legs, which were becoming too weak for me to stand on, he locked his mouth on mine and pressed his body against me once again. I thought, “This is it- time for me to lead him to my bedroom,” but I was wrong. Despite his arousal, he held back. “I better get going,” he stated as he adjusted his pants. “But um, Monday, do you think you’ll be able to take a longer lunch break to go with me and get some tests done?” He told me that they are done on a first come first served basis at the clinic two blocks from our job, so no appointment was needed. I nodded my head letting him know I would be able to go. He kissed me again and starred me up and down like I was a piece of meat. “It will take a little while for all the results to come in, but I promise as long as everything comes back clear, it will be worth the wait”. After he left, I almost felt ash
amed for being so easy with him, but that satisfied part of me suppressed the shame.
I had to call my friend Tamera and tell her I met the perfect man. She and I have known each other since college and often acted like teenage sisters when it came to sharing information about our dates. I told her that he didn’t try to have intercourse and her immediate response was, “Girl, something is wrong with him if he didn’t lay between your legs….and you had the goodie box laying on a platter for him.” I told her that he was just really cautious, but I expected that reaction from her. She hasn’t had a man friend in some time and the last few dates she went on were similar to some of my last dates- worthless. She gave me that, “I’m so happy for you” spill and we made plans to go to the mall over the weekend.
We got tested that Monday, and for the next two weeks, Rome and I met for lunch and occasionally for dinner. Then on the third week after we got our tests drawn, we went to the clinic together to get the results while on a lunch break. The clinician called each of us in separately. Negative. Each of our results was clear. I wasn’t sure why I felt nervous in getting the results, but once I knew that we were both disease free, all I could think about was getting on top of him. We got on the elevator to return to work and I was silent. He said it would be worth the wait, so now it was just a matter of where and when. “Come up to my office for a minute,” he looked at me with a half smile. I had an idea about what he intended, but when he closed his office door, locked it and closed the blinds; I felt like I was in for a treat. His mouth was saying something, but the words, no; I didn’t comprehend a single word he said. But the way he kissed me down my neck while slipping his hand into the front of my jeans is an intro that I will never forget. As I smelled his cologne, I wanted him to devour me. I got my wish as he slid my pants down and slowly pushed me back onto his desk. Feeling him breathe on my inner thighs, I began to take slow, deep breaths. As he gently pressed his teeth against my skin, I could feel my nipples stiffening up inside my bra.
Now don’t get me wrong, this wasn’t the first time I’d had a man go down on me, but the way he ran his tongue across my clit and sucked on it, I felt like it was the first time I had ever been touched. After ten minutes of his tongue introducing itself to my pussy, I was soaking wet. I wanted him so bad. I felt his tongue slow down and I spread my legs wider anticipating his penetration when I felt his face move from between my thighs. He decided to lie lightly on top of me. ‘Yes-time for the dick-down’ I thought to myself. But then, he placed his hands behind my back and slowly pulled me up. “Can we finish this tonight?” he asked as he ran his lips across my neck. ‘Your place or mine?’ was the only thing I needed to know. We agreed to meet for dinner and I would follow him to his place afterwards. I watched the clock for the rest of my shift and it was agonizing. I could smell my own scent from him kissing my neck and it made me want time to go by even faster. I always laughed about Tamera keeping a bullet or vibrator in her purse, but if I had one with me on this day, I would have gone straight to the ladies room to use it.
We met that night at an upscale steak house outside of the parameter. When I stepped out for valet to park my car, he was standing there waiting on me. He opened the door as we walked in and he pulled out my chair when we were seated. He kissed me on my cheek as he told me how beautiful I looked. He looked like he just stepped out of GQ magazine with a gray shirt and black pants that were loose fitting, but not loose enough to hide the fact that he was indeed a grown man. I wore an electric blue tank dress that was made of lycra with black lace trim along the cleavage. It had a matching black lace shrug to cover my shoulders, but it didn’t keep anything warm as my girls were wide awake when the air inside the restaurant hit them. He was so sweet and interested during the whole time. He was an only child raised by both parents and shared that his father gave him pointers on relationships for as long as he could remember. I told him that I have a younger brother who is overseas in the military and that we were raised by our single mother. A friend of his stopped by our table when he realized it was Rome and I was surprised when Rome introduced me to him. “Henry this is my lady Sabrina.” He then introduced Henry as being one of his frat brothers. We spoke to each other and Henry proceeded to his table on the other side of the restaurant. Yes, he introduced me as his lady. It had been some time since I held such a title, I smiled during the rest of our date. We enjoyed our meal and sober conversation. We opted to drink soda since we both needed to drive.
Following him to his place was only a ten minute drive. I was shocked when we pulled up to a two-story single family house. ‘Damn, I bet this fool has a wife who is out of town,’ was the first thing to enter my mind. He walked to my car since I was still sitting there and asked if I was going to get out. I got out with some hesitation. “So who do you live here with?” I had to ask before we got to the front door. He looked at me as if he were confused and shook his head as he replied, “I do live alone…..all the time.” He opened the door and held it open for me to enter. He closed it behind me and set the alarm. His home could define beautiful. “So who decorated for you?” I asked as I followed him to the kitchen. He told me that his mother and aunt picked out everything except the master bedroom decor. “Do you drink wine or liquor?” he asked as he opened the door to a wine cooler under the counter. “White wine, I do.” I must have been a little nervous because my reply was quick. He poured me a glass of wine, handed it to me and poured himself a glass of cognac. We walked into the T.V. room and took the rest of the wine with us. I sat next to him on the sofa.
We talked, laughed and drank wine until the bottle was empty. I was surprised that he actually drank wine too because most people don’t mix their drinks. “So you’re not sleeping with anyone else?” I guess he needed confirmation coming from my not so sober self. I shook my head as I told him ‘no’. I didn’t tell him that it had been two years since I’d been on a date, let alone sex with another person. Working the way I do, time to meet someone new was a serious issue. He was looking at me with a faded look in his eyes. I could tell he was feeling the alcohol. I had gone through two glasses myself and was giggly. When he leaned in to kiss me, the giggles were replaced with a feeling of longing. I barely knew him, but I felt like I needed him. His voice was lustful as he asked me if he could finish what he started. I nodded my head and followed his lead as he stood up.
He led me upstairs to his room and laid me on his massive bed. The sheets were cool. Soon he was lying next to me and we began kissing again like two teenagers making out at Look Out Point. Feeling his rock hard erection against my thigh made my mouth water. Soon my head was at his waist as he was undoing his zipper. The skin on his dick was tight and shiny. I licked my lips, placed my tongue at the base of his dick and licked up to the head. When I placed my mouth over the head, I felt his fingers going through my hair. He held his hand on the back of my head and directed me up and down. I sucked with extra force when coming up and tried to relax everything in my throat to keep from gagging as he pushed my head down. His hand gripped my hair pulling tighter with each stroke and each stroke was faster than the previous. At one point, his dick was hitting the back of my throat so hard I couldn’t get a moan out. Suddenly, he pulled my head away and held it back. Hearing him moan as he jacked-off his cum aroused me like something awful. I crawled up and kissed his neck. I wasn’t expecting him to kiss my mouth, but he laid atop of me and did just that. Feeling him with a new erection was unexpected as well. As he lay between my legs; resting his dick just short of entering me, he could feel my hips moving downwards trying to feel more of him. “Umm,” he moaned as I felt him slowly pushing himself into me. It took a couple of pumps, and I started to worry that he would be too big, but once he was in, I felt like I had been fitted with the perfect dick. The friction it created between my walls was the most pleasing sensation I had ever felt. He drove me beyond my normal climax with his well paced strokes. When I realized I came before he did, I was hooked. He had everything I needed in a man:
a great paying job making just under six figures, no children and could fuck me with his fingers, mouth and dick like it was nobody’s business. He finally slowed down until he stopped. That was just the beginning of more than a year of great sex, conversations and dining out.
One Wednesday night after a long, passionate interlude, he popped the question. No, not the ‘will you marry me question’, but the will you do something special for me question. The first thing that went through my mind was that he would ask me to have anal sex. Although I was scared to death of the thought, I later wished that had been the question. He kissed down the side of my neck and caressed my bare back with his hand. “Have you ever been to a key party?” he asked as he started sucking on my neck. I had no idea as to what a key party was and asked him what he meant. I turned onto my back so I could look at him as he explained. “Well,” he started running his hand up my thigh, “it’s something a close group of friends do every blue moon to break the monotony in our relationships.” He spread my legs and rubbed his finger on my clit. “We get cardboard keys, and put each lady’s name on one. All of the keys go in a bowl and at the end of the night, each guy pulls a key and that’s who they go home with for the night.” He stated this as if he were giving me instructions on making toast. “Rome, I can’t do that. How can what we just started be monotonous already? And what do you mean you all do this every blue moon?” I pulled myself away slightly. “Baby, I told you when we first met that I live the lifestyle,” he looked with a sarcastic expression. I had to run my memory back because I couldn’t remember him telling me that. And then it hit me, he vaguely stated something about it at the Chinese place, but I was so glad to hear he wasn’t gay; I paid the rest no attention. “So you’re a swinger!” came out around my filters. “Some people look at it that way, but we stay within the same circle.” He scooted closer and started caressing my breast.