RECKLESSATTRACTION

by AMBRIELLEKIRK

  “You’re mine now, Camille. All mine.”

  Trevor discarded the towel and joined me on the bed again.

  “I didn't know you were so possessive,” I replied. "I've never had that…in a man." I kissed him softly on the lips and he returned the gesture.

  "Well, now you do…" He slid an open palm down my belly and stroked my pussy until my legs were spread again. My thighs brushed against his erection.

  “Want to know something?” I asked.

  “Yes." He gently kissed me on the lips again. "I want to know everything about you, inside and out."

  “I didn’t believe you when you said you had a lot of stamina.” I reached down to wrap my fingers around his cock. “Now I do.”

  “It’s all you, Camille,” he replied. “I hope you came prepared for a marathon,” he said, grabbing me by the hips and hoisting me up over him.

  I straddled him, placing my opening just over his cockhead. “We’ll see who’s better prepared.”

  He grinned. I slid down over him, my pussy already moist from our earlier encounter. His teasing grin turned into a sheer look of pleasure when he entered me for the very first time.

  “Oh, fuck…you feel so good. Jesus, you’re tight!” His forehead creased and his lips parted.

  I ground my hips and then slowly rose and fell above him.

  “Just like that”. He grabbed my hips. “Like that…”

  I arched my back, increasing the tempo of my thrusts until it felt just right. I wanted to come again. Over and over again.

  “And you’re beautiful…holy fucking shit, I’m gonna come fast.” He lifted his pelvis and started driving up hard into me.

  The fast action to my clit sent me into a violent orgasm. My body convulsed over his as it came down from its state of elation. “Oh, Trevor…again. Do that again.”

  “I know what you’re trying to do,” he said between broken laughter. “But I won’t renege on my word.”

  “Oh, but you’ll have to come soon. I’ll make sure of it,” I teased.

  Trevor flipped me over and pulled me up on my hands and knees. “I want to fuck you a million different ways.” He grabbed my pearl necklace and tugged.

  “Mmmm, we’ll see about that.” I pushed my hips back and pressed my ass against his heated skin.

  He put the crown of his cock against my pussy. “Is it mine, Camille? Tell me this sweet pussy and ass is mine.”

  I screamed when his open palm smacked my ass. “It’s yours.” I pushed back some more, taking him deep inside of me.

  He drove hard into me almost without mercy. “If I knew you would be so tight and so soft…”

  The pearl beads dug into my skin as he wound the necklace tighter around his wrist. I loved being at his mercy and I trusted him completely.

  “I like it rough like this,” I panted and demonstrated by rocking back against him. “I like it just as much as you coming all over my pussy and tits. You like that? Marking me with your seed?”

  He groaned.

  “Do it now while you’re inside of me.”

  He pushed my top half down into the mattress and plundered into me hard until I was screaming out.

  No part of me felt unloved. Trevor filled me entirely, and I felt complete down to my very core.

  He pounded into me, pushing me into the mattress. I might have climaxed again, but from there on out, it all felt like one big orgasm. I couldn’t really tell. The necklace snapped and the beds sprung loose all over the sheets, with some rolling off onto the floor. He grabbed a fistful of my hair in the absence of my pearls. As his strokes intensified, my climax flowed through me like a river. Frantic and free.

  I didn’t want this to end. Ever.

  Finally he stiffened and his seed burst forth inside me. Hot liquid fire coated my already-heated pussy. Still, he pumped with determination until I had soaked up all of his semen.

  We collapsed on the bed and Trevor cradled me to his body.

  “You were worth the wait,” he whispered.

  * * *

  Trevor

  The water from the shower pelted down over both of our bodies as we bathed each other. It felt like I’d just endured a full cardio workout that I was especially fond of. We were finally together at last and that meant more to me than Camille would ever know.

  Just as I’d done to her moments earlier, she took the soapy sponge and smoothed it across my body. I loved the way she caressed me, and I especially loved how she gave me her undivided attention.

  “I like it here where no one will bother us or interrupt us. We should stay forever,” she said, kissing me on the lips.

  I kissed her back, long and slow. I never wanted this to end either. Not even after the nice hotel arrangements were gone.

  “I can dig that,” I replied. “We can call for room service each day. Get them to deliver breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Get massages every day. Take really really long showers where the water never grows cold just like this one. I’d read to you. I remember you saying once that you loved it when men read to you. You’d make me unlimited chocolate éclairs, and I’d eat them with a sweet side of Camille.”

  I winked and she smiled shyly, swatting at me with the sponge.

  “Did I tell you there was a heated pool inside?” I asked.

  Her eyes lit up. “What about a sauna?”

  “That, too.” I nodded. “I scoped the place out while waiting, thinking you had stood me up.”

  “And if I had, I bet you would have found plenty of bodies to pass the time.”

  I could tell that she’d wanted that to come out as a jest, but the notion didn’t sit right with me, especially after all that she’d gone through. “No, Camille. You’re the only one for me. I came here for you. I leave here with you. I waited for you, Camille. Do you understand that?”

  There was complete silence and then she exhaled deeply. “Why? You deserved to be happy even when I wasn’t happy in my marriage.”

  “It’s hard to explain. I feel something here with you. I’ve always felt this way about you.”

  She used her fingers to spread some suds across my chest while she spoke. “And you know how I feel about you. I was pretty old fashioned when I married Rich, and my parents still are. I was taught that a marriage was sacred and a union before God and that I should suck it up and bear it. I tried at first when I found out. I really did.” She sighed. “I thought for certain that I was being punished for being a rebellious child. And then you came along…and my rebellious nature came back.” Her fingers slid downward to wrap around my cock. “I’m glad I got to taste what being rebellious is all about.”

  I hardened almost instantly under her touch. “I hope you like it enough to stick around with me for a very long time.”

  Camille chuckled and then lowered herself to her knees in front of me.

  She slid her tongue against my cockhead and then covered the tip completely, rolling my essence around in her mouth. Her moans of satisfaction turned me on just as much as the suctioning sounds of her lips on my cock. I grew so hard, I didn’t think I could get any firmer.

  Her hair was damp and I dug my fingers into the softness of it and tugged. She moaned again and I could tell she liked it rough and deep, both in her pussy and down her throat. I had enjoyed driving my cock down her throat just as much as I had enjoyed pounding it into her pussy.

  She sheathed me over and over again and I watched as more than half of my rod disappeared again and again into her mouth. Looking up at me with those brown innocent eyes almost sent me into instant climax, but I drew her back some, prolonging my pleasure.

  Was it wrong that I wanted her sucking my cock forever? Jesus, she did it so well.

  My back came in contact with the tiles and I thrust my hips forward, fucking her mouth. The sound of her gags and moans were music to my ears.

  My balls tightened against her teasing fingers. She suctioned her cheeks in and drew my orgasm
out of me. My hips jerked forward and my seed shot to the back of her throat. I cried her name hoarsely and emptied everything I had to offer onto her tongue. She swallowed everything, sucking my cockhead and savoring every last drop.

  “I love your taste.” She licked up and down my shaft.

  I brought her to stand so that I could gaze into her pretty eyes and kiss her delectable lips. She pressed her body against mine, sending me into the most wonderful post-orgasmic bliss I’d ever encountered.

  Camille was perfect for me. I needed no other confirmation beyond this night.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Camille

  One day later - Houston, TX

  The door chimed at the front of the store as I held a piping bag of cream cheese icing over a strawberry cupcake. I turned my wrist over to note the time on my watch and blew out a short puff of air. The morning crowd usually didn’t venture in until late 9 or early 10 A.M. My short vacation to New Orleans was really catching up with me and I had a lot of catching up to do.

  I put the piping bag on the metal prepping table, rinsed as much of the frosting off my hands, and wiped them with a damp cloth. I ventured into the front of the store to greet my first customer of the day.

  My first customer of the day happened to be Trevor Stanley. I couldn’t help but to grin at first sight of him. Apparently, my grin was contagious since the corner of his lips turned up into a devious smile.

  Trevor was dressed in business attire, but his coat was slung over his arms. His face was clean and freshly shaven. Just last night, he’d sported a five o’ clock shadow. An image of the top of his head between my legs and his hair brushing against the inside of my thighs as he pleased me with his mouth flooded me.

  “Good morning.” I bit my bottom lip as he approached the counter.

  “Good morning, Camille.” Lust-filled eyes undressed me. “I’d like to have a word with you about one of your treats. As the lead pastry chef, I understand you will be able to help me with my…problem.”

  I tried to keep a straight face. “What seems to be the problem, Mister?”

  “I’d like to have a word with you in private.” He quirked. “This is a very serious matter and I doubt you’d like your other customers to witness my choice of words.”

  I pointed to a pink and white box located on the counter. “You can always put your choice words in our suggestion box.”

  Trevor paused, turning his head slightly to the left as though he were looking behind himself. He cleared his throat. “I’d much rather put my cock in your sweet pussy.”

  My sex clenched. “Trevor, anyone could see us together and you know my divorce is still pen—“

  “I don’t give a shit what anyone can see about us.” He came behind the counter. “You’re mine now. Fuck the gossip and the consequences. I won’t hide my love for you. If people don’t like, then fuck them. They can go fuck themselves…” His fingers caressed my cheeks and he never lost eye contact with me. “…while I make love to you.”

  “Trevor…”

  “Find us a place to go and play. I have a package for you. Something that’s sure to give you inspiration today as you work.”

  I could feel the hard length of his package against my hip as he brought me close and pressed a single kiss to my forehead.

  I turned and walked quickly to the back of the store. I didn’t have to look back to know that he followed. Once out of sight, he captured me in his arms and crushed his lips to mine more intimately than his initial kiss. I needed his taste and I obliged him. Since leaving New Orleans, not a moment passed that we weren’t in each other’s arms. But of course, reality was imminent and we both had to get back to work and the real world outside of the Den.

  “You told me that you’d wake me up before leaving my house this morning,” he rasped against my lips.

  “I was going to, but you looked so peaceful in your sleep,” I replied.

  He pushed his hand up under my skirt and palmed my ass. “So you left a note on my dresser and expected me to bypass your shop today without another taste?”

  Yes, of course…the note. I’d penned a message inviting him over for dinner tonight and promising him a sweet treat to top it off. I was certain food wasn’t on his mind.

  I lifted my chin and allowed him free access to kiss my neck. “The note was to make it clear that I want you in my bed tonight after work.”

  “You can bet on it, but I shouldn’t have to remind you that I satisfy hunger more than once per day.” Trevor pulled me into a dry storage walk-in pantry and shut the door. “My appetite for you has always been healthy. It doesn’t get any easier with you flaunting your goodies in my face.”

  “You’ve come to the right place.” I undid his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. I immediately dipped my hands inside his pants to find him hard and ready. My mouth watered and I licked my lips. “We shouldn’t have to skip breakfast.”

  “Now, you’re talking…” He titled his face upward and moaned as I pumped him between my fist. His pants fell down around his ankles in the process.

  Pushing his chest to my breasts, he slid his tongue along the column of my neck. My nipples beaded against my bra. His hand crept under my skirt again and I pressed my sex into his waiting palm, my breath hitching audibly the moment he made contact with my pussy. He slipped my panties aside and stroked my clit, sending delicious sensations up and down my spine. As my sex grew wetter and my legs became weaker, I rested my back against the wall, succumbing to the moment.

  He worked my G-spot persistently with expert fingers and brought me to a quick orgasm. My tight canal clenched his fingers as I rode my climax through to the end. His fingers went to his mouth and he sucked my juices from them, slipping his tongue past his lips to give me visual.

  “God, I love when you come for me,” Trevor declared. “Damn it, I can’t help it. I need you now.”

  He lifted me up with my legs cradling his forearms, slammed his pelvis to mine, and entered me with blinding force.

  I bit my lips hard to keep from crying out as Trevor rocked up and into me. Hooking my fingers together at the back of his neck, I buried my face against his shoulder. He impaled me over and over again to the wall with deep strokes that touched my core and melted me from the inside out. Before long I was trembling once more against him. We came together this time, riding the force of our completion for what seemed like forever.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Camille

  One week later

  My doorbell rang about fifteen minutes after I arrived home from work. I smiled, knowingly, but my heart pounded with anticipation anyway. I wasn’t quite ready yet for my evening date with Trevor, but he’d always made it a habit to come super early anyway. And we always ended up playing…

  I hurried to the door and swung it open. Trevor was holding a vase of calla lilies, but he still managed to embrace me at the door.

  “You taste good,” he mumbled against my lips.

  “You always say that,” I said, returning the kiss.

  “For you.” He handed me the vase and kicked the door closed with his left foot.

  “Thank you. Aren’t you quite the gentleman?” I pulled up one calla lily and brought it to my nose just before placing the vase on a table in my foyer. “Smells fresh and lovely.”

  “Just like you.” He caught me about the waist again. “I don’t think it would spoil my appetite too much if I had dessert first.”

  “Eating sweets before dinner would definitely spoil your appetite.” I pressed a finger to his lips.

  He took my digit between his lips and sucked, walking me further back into my home. “Even your fingers taste sweet.” He shed his jacket, shirt, and shoes along the way.

  “That’s because I made chocolate éclairs. I brought some home for you, too.” My thighs hit the back of the couch, and I sank back onto it.

  “Let’s have a taste test,” he said, kneeling down in front of me and
lifting my skirt to reveal my lacy thongs. “Starting with your pussy.”

  My belly quaked as he made a trail downward. He parted my legs, hooked his fingers between the lace, and tugged. The fabric ripped in half. He bowed his head and his mouth descended on me. My body felt lax against the chair and my legs shook over his shoulders as he tasted me like a treat.

  His fingers pushed against my anus, drawing the moisture from my pussy along the puckered edges. I moaned and screamed his name, crying out as an orgasm barreled through me. He pressed two fingers into my ass, pulling back and forth gently until the muscles loosened around him.

  Something crashed to the ground near the doorway. I jumped in panic and his head jerked toward the door.

  “What was that?” he asked.

  “Probably just the next door neighbor’s cat. He likes to climb on my porch.”

  He chuckled deeply, and then grabbed his cock. The noise was completely forgotten as I watched him lengthen and his veins tighten. After applying the lube we’d forgotten to put away from the night before, he stroked it down over his erection until it was glistening wet.

  My center was still on fire when he placed his cockhead near my ass. He liked to enter my ass this way versus me under him on my hands and knees so he could see my expression. I was rendered vulnerable this way, but I trusted Trevor completely. With my body and my heart.

  I bit into my bottom lip, bracing myself for his entry. He was an expert with his fingers, and he caressed my clit gently to minimize the pain as he entered me one inch at a time.

  “Trevor!” I cried out when he drove into me halfway. Pleasure-pain seared through me but I rocked against him, literally begging for more.

  “Christ, Camille, you’re beautiful,” he groaned aloud. He held my thighs wide, kneading them as he stroked in and out of me.

  My muscles held him like a vise, but still he managed to keep a consistent rhythm. I slid my fingers downward to play with my clit as he rode me.

  The veins on his arms pulsed against his skin and his grip tightened on me. He slammed into me, going much deeper, tipping me closer and closer until finally I exploded. Another climax rocked me.