FILTHY (Reckless #2)

by HJ Bellus

  It’s fucking damn near impossible not to punish her lips right now, but I know I’ll lose all control. I lift her up by her hips and whirl her around, laying her down on the couch. The maroon colored couch is the perfect background framing her creamy skin and highlighting her caramel hair. I take a moment to study the perfect art piece in front of me.

  “Rhett,” she softly whispers.

  I don’t answer her, only admiring her raw beauty.

  “You’re scaring me.”

  One of my knees goes onto the couch between her legs. I use my hands to spread her legs wide for me. Her sweet center is like honey and I’m the goddamn bear that wants to soak it up, but I restrain until I have both knees planted on the couch. I slowly cover her body with my dick bobbing in her entrance.

  Nose to nose. Heart to heart. And I finally kiss her lightly. It’s a first kiss and one to remember forever. Her lips are soft and part open for me.

  “I’m going to make love to you, baby. This is a first for me.”

  One solo tear streams down her cheek. The pad of my thumb stops it from tumbling down onto the couch cushions. I catch it just the way I want to catch her. I don’t let the fear of Darby bolting assault this moment. I’ve leaped and there’s no turning back.

  I place a kiss on the corner of her eye and then follow the same trail her tear did. “You make me powerful, Darby. The image of me reflected in your gorgeous brown eyes makes me proud of the man I am.”

  Before I can get another word out, she presses her finger to my lips, halting my words. “I’ve never had anyone make love to me, Rhett. I’m just so happy it’s you.”

  Both of my elbows plant on each side of her face as my face dips down to hers. Darby is fucking gorgeous. Her beauty compares to nothing in this world. Our bodies mold together as we lightly kiss. She finally moves, wrapping her arms around me, and dragging her nails up the length of my back.

  It’s the sweetest torture being seated at the entrance of her wet heat. I relish the peace floating between us, the calming effect of the silence, and her supple body pressing into mine.

  Inch by inch, I push into her entrance. We’ve fucked too many times to count, but this is different and so much more. The deeper I slowly push into her the final chains that I’ve let protect my heart for so many years rust away. I feel it beat genuine life back into me and it’s amazing.

  When I’m all the way in Darby, I finally kiss her. Kiss her passion, lust, and built-up fire. My tongue sweeps the inside of her mouth, getting drunk with the first delectable taste of her. Her tongue dances with mine until we find our rhythm in a fancy waltz of emotions. I nearly forget what we’re doing with everything coursing through me. My hips begin to move, slowly finding a steady rhythm that pairs with our kissing perfectly.

  Darby’s moans are lost in my mouth and her fingers sink into my back.

  “Rhett. Rhett. Oh my God, Rhett.” She mumbles her first coherent words onto my lips. “Holy shit…”

  Her sweet pussy clenches around my dick as she lets go. I’m a man who loves to brag about how long he can last, but between the sensation of her warmth bathing my dick and my name on her lips, I let go with her.

  I cum so fucking hard it sends sharp pains shooting up my spine. I pump slowly, milking each drop of my release into her.

  “Holy fuck,” I growl and kiss her forehead. “Fucking is overrated.”

  “I agree.” She reaches up, kissing my chin. “That was amazing. It was more than amazing. It was earth shattering, toe curling, gold medaling.”

  I can’t help but laugh at her description, feeling hopeful that a hint of Darby is back after me opening up and then our lovemaking.

  “I’ll be looking for my gold medal in the mail.” I wink at her.

  “His and hers gold medals for epic, earth quaking love making.” Darby brushes the hair from my eyes. “We better make sure to get our mail forwarded here, so our medals show up.”

  And those are the fucking best words I’ve heard.

  7

  Darby

  Sleep is sweet this time, like the welcoming cocoon it used to be when I was a naive child. My body is warm and my thoughts are light as I drift off to sleep, and then it’s just peaceful darkness with no thoughts or demons invading my dreams. It’s a dreamless and amazing sleep.

  I pry an eye open, then force the other one to follow. Rhett’s beard is the first thing I see. I kink my head up to see him staring down at me. We’re still naked and very much intertwined on the couch together. Our legs tangled around each other, half of my body up on his as he lies flat on his back. My arm is thrown over his wide chest with my long legs sprawled everywhere, you’d really have to study this picture to see where I begin and he ends.

  “How long was I out?” I whisper into his chest.

  “Nearly all night,” he drags my hair away from his chest, collecting it all on a pile on my back.

  “Shit.” I go to bolt up, thinking about Charlie.

  “Settle down, baby. I texted Mom and she said she had Charlie last night.”

  “Oh my God, I feel like a dick.”

  Rhett’s chest vibrates with his deep chuckles. “If you’d like to feel a dick, I’ll volunteer.”

  “We’d make shit parents,” I say after my panic dies down a bit.

  “We’d manage.” He rubs circles on my back.

  I push up a bit on my elbow to bring myself face to face with Rhett. His face is relaxed. His other arm is bent and placed behind his head. The portrait of fucking sexy. The man is damn edible and my taste buds crave him at all times of the day.

  “What are you thinking about?” I ask him.

  “This. Us.”

  “By all means, could you be any more vague?” I run my finger along his strong jaw line.

  “Fine. I’m picturing you cooking dinner for me, naked, over there at the stove.” He winks at me and I know he’s not kidding. “The smell of a delicious meal being cooked with you bent over pulling it from the oven, and your perfect ass up in the air for me.”

  “You ass. You would say that.” I feel my face heat up with attraction, even though I play it off as a joke.

  “What?” His face morphs into a sad expression. “You won’t cook naked for me?”

  I put a finger to my lip like I’m really considering the idea. “Only if you’re my dessert.”

  “Now that’s something I can provide.” His one hand digs into my ass, rolling me up on top of his chest until we are belly to belly.

  “Thank you, Darby.”

  His hands are roaming up and down my body, heating me up in a matter of seconds. I need him just as much as he needs me this morning.

  “I need my dose of daily vitamins before breakfast,” he says, cupping both of my ass cheeks in his palms.

  This tender and gentle Rhett may take some time getting used to. I’m tuned into the raw fucking that leaves me exhausted.

  “Uh?” I ask, staring down at him.

  “I need to lick your sweet center and then dive deep inside.”

  “Is this a new kind of vitamin?”

  He nods his head up and down, letting the tips of our noses brush each other.

  “Daily dose of Darby does a dick good.” His toothy grin makes me melt even further into him.

  His hardened need for me throbs between my legs, taunting me.

  “You’re such a naughty boy.”

  He pushes his hips up into me and I groan out loud. I’m used to men talking dirty to me, but it’s different with Rhett. He’s protective, possessive, and loyal. Those are feelings I’m going to have to grow accustomed to.

  “Rhett,” I whisper onto his lips.

  Instead of responding, he kisses me gently.

  “Why do you make it so easy to fall in love with you?”

  I don’t let him answer before I push my lips to his and kiss the hell out of him. I soak up all of his taste, darting my tongue between his parted lips, taking long sweeps of his deliciousness.

  I pul
l back just far enough to speak. “It’s because you’re everything. Everything.”

  I answer my own question and then turn up the heat, leaving him with one final stinging kiss before slowly snaking down his body. My tongue leaves a wet trail down his chest. It only takes me a matter of seconds before I reach the place I want to be. My hand palms the base of his cock. Fingers wrap around him and then I begin to slowly stroke him until I hear him hiss.

  I’m unable to look up to him because it only makes me a greedy sex monster. Seeing Rhett drunk off lust drives me insane, making my own release that much more needy.

  My tongue darts out, connecting with the tip of his cock. The light and quick taste of him sends me into overdrive. His deep growl adds to the mixture and all sense of control that I thought I once had is now long gone.

  My lips wrap around the head of his cock, giving it a tug with and sinking my teeth into him.

  “Fuck, Darb,” he growls.

  Both of his hands tangle into my hair and pull me down further onto his dick. I let his hands guide the motion, pulling me down to a near gagging state then back up to the tip. He repeats this motion over and over. I suck hard a few times, then simply glide my mouth over him, and even add teeth every once in awhile.

  “Fuck me.”

  His growl is powerful, making my own center throb. I find my hips moving back and forth, hopelessly struggling to find some sort of release.

  “Enough.” Rhett pulls me up to him by my upper arm.

  I don’t have time to question him about what is happening before he’s setting me down on his dick. He doesn’t slam down or even force it. A new wave of gentleness washes over him as he guides my hips down on him. I feel every single inch of him as I slowly take him in. This time it’s me cheering out my pleasure.

  “Rhett,” I sing out.

  Once he’s fully inside of me, I freeze, plant my palms on his chest, and squeeze my eyes shut. It feels so damn good this morning and so very different from all the other times we’ve been together. It’s a new and odd feeling. One I’ve never felt before and one I fucking adore, but I am scared to become too addicted to it. All good things never last and vanish away in the wind like ashes, but this…I have all my faith in. I’m laying down my cards and going all in with this man.

  “You feel so fucking good, Darby, it’s all I need. This and you.”

  Another delightful moan escapes me as I fight to ground myself in this moment. His hands begin to guide me up and down on him. With each move along his hardened cock, my need and desire grow. He pushes and grinds against all the right spots, and I spiral way too close to my release.

  I fight back my release and enjoy the sensation taking over my entire body right now. When I glance down to Rhett’s face, it only quickens the pace of my pending orgasm. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip and eyes full of want.

  “You’ve got to hurry the hell up, baby.”

  “Go,” I whisper and ignore the pace he sets guiding my hips.

  My palms press down harder on his chest, letting my hips move harder and faster on him. Passion rips through my spine as I fuck Rhett harder than I ever have. My nails dig into his chest and I hear him grunt, then feel him go inside of me. It is the combination of all of it…the warmth of Rhett inside of me, his clear pleasure painted on his face, and our connected bodies that let me follow him.

  I don’t stop once I’ve gone and Rhett has too. I ride out every last linger of my release until I collapse on his chest.

  “That was amazing, baby.” Rhett rubs his hands up and down the length of my back.

  “Feeling you flooding me, and still moving up and down on you is the best feeling ever.”

  Rhett grabs my face in his hands, forcing me to look down at him. “And baby, you just fucking delivered my gold medal.”

  “Rhett,” his mom’s voice rings out in the small shack.

  “Locks,” I hiss, scurrying to pull on some clothes. “Locks are first on our fucking agenda.”

  8

  Rhett

  I inhale my entire breakfast and polish off Darby’s plate, then help myself to even more food while I watch Darby hold Charlie. She coos to the baby and loves her like her own. I know she thinks we’d make shit parents, but I wish she could see just how perfect she is with baby Charlie.

  She’s a natural, never showing any judgment, and loving with her full heart. I’m one lucky motherfucker.

  “Going to go shower and then head out.” I kiss the top of Darby’s head and walk down the hall.

  The smell of my childhood home will always be my favorite. The memories flood in each time I enter the front door and I can only hope one day my children will have the same. I didn’t have everything growing up, but I had enough. And that enough was love. I wasn’t the perfect child, but it didn’t matter to my parents. They embraced and nurtured the skills I excelled at. I know it was hard on them because I wasn’t the typical child, but now looking back, I’m glad I wasn’t.

  The twinkle in Darby’s eye when she took in the inside of the shack, was all the reward I needed for the endless hours I spent working there. There’d be months where I wouldn’t even work on it and drown myself in booze and pussy. Working with wood and turning nothing into something makes me feel like a superhero. It’s my only addiction. I love booze and pussy, but it’s really woodworking that drives me and soothes my soul; until Darby that is.

  I turn on the hot water, stepping into the shower. The scent of sex and Darby washes down the drain and it makes me sad. I want to cover myself in her scent forever, walk around as a fucking Darby scented candle on fire for the whole world to know she’s mine. Making love to her last night rocked my fucking world.

  And just like that, my dick is saluting the shower. Clenching my eyes shut, I grab the base of my cock, and remember her face when I was on top of her last night slowly moving in and out of her. The tear that ran down her face and the way her body melted into mine. My hand begins to slowly stroke myself from base to tip. A low growl evaporates in the shower.

  Her honey colored hair bouncing up and down, her huge and perfectly shaped tits this morning, has me groaning out loud again. Darby has no idea how perfect she truly is.

  The first bead of cum pebbles on the tip of my dick, and I picture her down on her knees in the shower sucking me off.

  “Fuck,” I growl.

  The sliding of the marred glass shower door derails my thoughts from the erotic image before me.

  “Can I shower with you?” Darby stands before me completely naked, twirling a lock of hair between her two fingers.

  My vision runs up the length of her body, starting at her ruby red painted toe nails, the length of her long and lean bronzed legs, and pauses on her sweet center. My tongue darts out, licking my bottom lip and wanting to taste her sweet honey. It takes all my discipline to roam up to her flat abdomen and that line of inked stars scattered on her hip make my tongue do another lick on my bottom lip, then it’s up to her perfect tits.

  I reach my hand out, grabbing a nipple and rolling it between my two fingers. Darby’s moan of approval only fuels my fucking desire for the woman. My eyes finally meet her and it’s then I realize she had asked me a question.

  “No need to ask, baby.”

  I reach for her hand with my free one and help her step in, never letting go of her nipple. Once she’s in the shower I bend down, wrapping my lips around her perfect nipple that’s hard and needy. I take a moment to swirl my tongue around it before sucking hard on it and then sinking my teeth into her flesh. My other hand is on automatic drifting down to her center.

  I push Darby back against the shower wall, working her nipple over in my mouth and running my fingers through wet folds until I’m two fingers deep in her. I drive my hand in and out of her until she’s moaning and melting in my touch. I feel both of her palms go to the top of my shoulders to steady herself.

  My fingers in her aren’t enough for my appetite right now. I need more of her, always fucking ne
ed more of her. I go down to my knees, pulling her legs up over my shoulders.

  “Rhett.”

  I can hear the fear in her voice and then feel her palms dig into my shoulders. I peer up quickly making sure her back is firmly against the shower wall before I nuzzle my nose between her folds. An animalistic growl tears through me as her addictive smell assaults all my senses. My tongue darts out, lapping up her juices not one or two times, but about ten before push I further into her. My arms thrown over the top of her thighs makes it easy for one of my hands to find her clit. I rub it as my tongue fucks her delicious pussy.

  “Rhett. Rhett. Rhett,” she whispers out.

  I know it’s hard for my girl to be quiet. My girl loves to scream and talk dirty. My girl. Those two words taste better than her sweet juices. My girl.

  “I’m going to go, Rhett. Oh my god,” she whispers over and over while pulling my hair.

  “My girl,” I whisper into her as my tongue sinks deep into her pussy. Her release falls onto my taste buds and I don’t let one ounce of it go to waste. Darby goes limp on the top of my shoulders. I can feel as each one of her muscles fully relax, and I’m smooth getting up to my feet and setting her down on hers.

  I don’t fucking let go of her, but pull her into my chest and kiss the top of her head.

  “Jerk.” She slaps my chest and pulls back.

  I look down at her with a questioning look.

  “Asshole. You don’t always get to win.”

  I run my palm up the length of her jawline until it rests on the side of her head bunched with her hair.

  “You didn’t like that?” I ask.

  “I fucking loved it, but it seems you were busy when I stepped in.”

  “I was.” I reach down and kiss her.

  “What were you thinking about?” she asks, while cupping my balls, making it fucking hard for me to think.

  “You.”

  “What was I doing?” she asks with an evil smile.