RECKLESS (A Whirlwind Romance)

by Vanna King

  I feel so slutty, and I don’t care. I want him to want me so badly he’d go crazy all over me.

  His eyes become even darker as he stares at me with absolute ownership, and I don’t mind. I want to be owned by this man. This gorgeous stranger who’s making me feel so beautiful and desired.

  Tonight, I want to be truly free. I want to explore myself. My sensuality.

  If I’m going to be spending five years of my existence within a hollow union, I might as well taste real passion with the man of my choice. And the breathlessness I feel as I stare at this man is passion at its hottest. I want to feel it to the fullest. My entire body throbs with excitement as I think of us touching in the most intimate ways.

  I slowly walk back toward him and put his hands on my hips, holding them there as I grind to the music, pushing my breasts out, letting him see what he’s going to get. He doesn’t even know how lucky he is. He’ll have first dibs on this never-been-touched body of mine.

  “I want you, too,” I tell him boldly. “I want you so much.”

  His hands tighten on my hips.

  I throw caution to the wind. “Take me.”

  Chapter Four

  BRON

  I have difficulty breathing with the excitement coursing through my body as we walk the hallway leading to the private elevator that will take us to the summit of this building. The entire top floor of this hotel and casino is my personal domain.

  I’m thirty-seven years old, have fucked in all ways possible, but I feel like I’m having my first taste of pussy. My heart’s beating like a war drum in my chest and I’m barely holding myself from hauling her over my shoulder like a caveman or pushing her on the wall and fucking her standing up, uncaring of who would chance upon us in the hallway.

  Just as we are rounding a corner, someone calls my name from behind.

  “Bron!”

  My nostrils flare in irritation. Dammit! I stop walking. Holding my goddess’ hand firmly, I face the intruders who dared to disturb us.

  Annika’s girls. Didn’t I leave them at the fucking club?

  “Mason!” I bark.

  One of my bodyguards overtake them and rushes toward me. “Boss.”

  “What did I tell you?”

  Mason winces. “I told them, but they won’t—“ he gestures with his arms helplessly. If I wasn’t pissed, I’d laugh. Mason can take down three men in combat without breaking a sweat, but he can’t handle five horny bunnies.

  “Make them go away,” I say.

  “Will you please tell them yourself, Boss?”

  The bunnies have reached us.

  “Bron, aren’t we supposed to join you?” One of the them asks hopefully, eyeing my goddess with malice. I go defensive. I don’t want anybody coveting her, male or female.

  “Did I ask you to join us?”

  “N-no. But Annika said—“

  “You’re not at the Boudoir,” I cut her. This one dares too much and she’s wasting my precious time.

  The bunny looks chastised but persists. “Don’t you want us to break her in?”

  “No. Go.” I spear Mason a hard look. “Keep them out. All of them.”

  “Yes, Boss. Ladies, let’s go.”

  I tug at my goddess’ arm. We turn around and continue walking.

  Shit, I will remind Annika to keep her bitches in line. They’ve become too presumptuous since I’ve been using Boudoir’s services more frequently the past months.

  “That was harsh,” my goddess comments.

  I grunt. “Don’t mind them. It’s just you and me now.”

  “Break me in, huh? What was that supposed to mean?”

  I realize that I don’t ever want her near any of Annika’s women or learn of my sexual excesses in the past.

  In the past.

  I’m scaring myself shitless now. I’m changing so rapidly I have a whiplash. All for this girl. “What’s your name?” I ask her instead.

  “No names.”

  My hand tightens on her delicate wrist. No woman denies me anything when I have her in my arms panting to be taken hard, least of all her name. “Is that how you want to play this, goddess?”

  “Yes. One night. No names. No questions. No strings. But I want it all.”

  I curb the irritation that creeps into me. I want her too much to take issue on her little defiance. I also find that I like her feistiness. I’m very dominant, and I demand submission from my women, but this little Venus is challenging me. When she said “Mine” on the dance floor, her eyes fiercely possessive, I nearly came in my pants. That excited me tremendously. I like it that she stands up to me. It turns me on even more.

  “‘All’ requires more nights.”

  “Are you saying you can’t fully satisfy me in one night?”

  My balls tighten painfully. I can make her come until she’s all dried up. One night? Is she fucking kidding me? It’s not enough. But I’ll worry about that later. “You talk like you’ve done it all in the past.”

  A mysterious smile hovers on her lips. “No questions.”

  “It wasn’t a question.”

  “If you’re asking if I’m as experienced as you apparently are, the answer is no. So, it’s on you to make me MORE experienced.”

  The thought of another man touching her, or even a boy from her high school experimenting on her young, innocent body makes my insides clench in raw violence. I don’t want to think about it. She may have given her cherry to some inexperienced boy but I’ll show her how a very experienced man does it.

  “I’m going to erase every memory of every boy you’ve been with, who didn’t know what they were doing anyway.”

  She giggles. “You seem so sure they all sucked.” She covers her mouth. “Ops, no pun.”

  Her wit both amuses and irritates me because of its implication. “Yeah. After me, every single lover you’re going to have in the future will fall short in comparison,” I say, but I instantly regret it. I don’t want any other man touching her after me. Ever.

  “Short, you say?”

  Fuck, she’s impudent. “Yeah, very short.”

  She touches my fly. I freeze, shocked.

  “Hmm, definitely not short. I can’t wait.”

  She looks so young and she said she’s not very experienced but her boldness caught me by surprise, turning on the beast in me even more.

  Thankfully, the hallway finally ends into a mini-lobby.

  I nod at Bobby, one of my bodyguards guarding the portal to my penthouse. He looks deceptively calm, even bored, but he’s fully loaded under his jacket. Nobody messes with Bobby.

  “I don’t want to be disturbed, Bobby, not for anything tonight, and in the morning, too.”

  “Yes, Boss,” he answers like a robot.

  I drag my goddess inside the private elevator.

  LEIGH

  The moment the elevator closes, he backs me on the mirrored wall and fuses our lips again. His kiss is rapacious, devouring me like he hasn’t kissed a woman in a century. I return the favor by sucking on his lower lip. He groans in approval, and his tongue invades the secrets of my mouth in a manner no one has ever done before. It’s as if he’s licking me from the inside out. I feel every movement of his tongue on my nipples, between my legs.

  His heady scent and taste surround me, and I drink him in like I’ve been thirsty all my life. In fact, I was. It seems that I’ve been waiting for this to happen, to feel these overwhelming feelings assaulting all of my senses at the same time. I’m exhilarated, vibrating from head to toe. Every cell in my body is alive and crackling.

  My core aches, the pulse there insistent. I feel the strongest need to be filled in some way.

  He pushes me up the wall with his hips, grinding his erection against the softness of my belly. He’s so hard he’s practically plowing my soft flesh. My inner muscles clench. How would that feel inside me?

  Of course, THAT is exactly what I need to fill me in the next few minutes.

  Oh my goodness, I can’t believ
e I’m making out with a total stranger in an elevator, his tongue slithering down my throat and I’m moaning shamelessly as he rubs his hard cock against me. I’m dripping, and I’m pretty sure my panties are ruined.

  He cups my breasts with his big hands, squeezing, pushing them together, burying his face in my cleavage, licking the tops. I shiver as heat evaporate from my body through my overheating pores. I’m so hot I might just spontaneously combust any moment.

  He pushes the elastic top of my dress along with my strapless bra down my chest. My breasts spring out, my nipples, pebble hard.

  “Jesus, so beautiful,” he rasps, his voice so masculine. So sexy.

  He thumbs my nipples. I can’t look away, waiting…

  His lips close around one of my pink buds. The lights within the lift are bright, and I can see everything. His mouth is so hot around my nipple.

  “You smell so good,” he murmurs against my skin, licking and sucking, inhaling in between my breasts deeply as if he could breathe me in.

  He laps up both my nipples alternately, greedily, noisily, the wetness of his saliva leaving flames burning all over my chest, radiating toward the rest of my body, arrowing straight where it hurts more, between my legs. I feel like bursting with the pleasure of it.

  My legs give way, and I start to slide down. He catches my weight, jamming his leg between mine.

  The elevator dings.

  My feet suddenly leave the floor as he swings me into his arms. He walks out of the elevator and we enter a grand foyer.

  “Open,” he says aloud. The tall double doors move to the sides. Voice automated doors? Nice.

  He walks into the suite. It’s brightly lit, enormous and high-ceilinged, but I barely have time to admire the grandness of the place. He kisses me again as he walks.

  Moments later, I feel the soft sheets on my back. He’s laid me down on the bed.

  “Lights Two,” he commands. The room changes illumination. Soft lights now bathe the room from strategic corners, giving it a romantic ambiance.

  I lie there wantonly. I can hardly breathe in anticipation, my entire body hungry for his touch, his total possession.

  He stands at the foot of the bed, taking off his clothes. He seems taller, bigger, so masculine from all angles. Oh yes, I’m going to get that body, have a taste of it, have my fill of it before I marry another man I don’t love.

  You don’t love this man either, my conscience tries to dissuade me at the last moment, but this is my only night of freedom. I won’t waste it by judging myself. That can come later.

  I don’t love him, yes, but I want him. I’ve never felt like this before for any man, and right this minute, obeying that desire is the most important thing.

  He removes his suit jacket and drops it. Next, he unbuttons his white inner shirt. All the while, his eyes devour me. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? I’m going to taste every inch of you.”

  His chest comes to view. Just as I thought.

  Magnificent.

  He looks so hard and strong, his pecs defined by two slabs of solid muscle, his abs corrugated in brutal detail with what looks like an 8-pack, the kind I only see on the covers of health magazines. His arms are massive, roped with sinewy muscles he could probably break every bone in my body in seconds. He has an elaborate tattoo adorning his upper chest, very artistically done so that it only adds to the beauty of his body, not mar its natural perfection.

  Unclothed, he looks like a modern-day gladiator. Or those guys who fight on TV. I’m not really into it, but he has the aura for that kind of sport. So tough and strong, and dangerous-looking. I wonder what he really does for a living.

  No, don’t go there. Don’t get curious. All you need is him to make love to you all night. Nothing more.

  He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, holding my stare.

  I wet my lips, my heart beating like it would hurtle out of my chest like a missile. I’m about to see a live cock for the very first time. I rub my thighs together as the ache in the pit of my belly intensifies. How lucky can I get? I’d get to have my first time with a bonafide hottie of my choice. I can’t thank my lucky stars enough.

  He pauses, his fingers hooked on his waistband. “Don’t be afraid, my sweet goddess.”

  I swallow. “I’m not afraid. Just…”

  “Just?”

  Instead of answering him, I lift my arms, beckoning him. “Come to me.”

  He slowly smiles. “Take off your panties.”

  My eyes widen. I shake my head.

  He cocks his head a little to the side, one brow rising. “How am I supposed to give it all to you if you’re wearing panties?”

  “Don’t tease me.”

  “Take. Off. Your. Panties.” His voice drops an octave lower.

  A command this time.

  Chapter Five

  LEIGH

  Face flaming like freshly baked buns, I pull my elastic dress up my legs until I could hook my fingers on the strings of my black thong. Raising my hips, I slowly ease it down my legs. Once it reaches my ankles, he bends and pulls it off my feet.

  He stares at it, turning it over. Then he presses it to his nose, inhaling deeply, his eyes never leaving mine.

  I’m scandalized. I’ve been dancing all night, have been sweating, too. He must smell my—

  “Fuck, you smell so good, baby. I can smell your juice. Are you wet, my little Venus?”

  I bit my lower lip and nod.

  “Show me.”

  I make an embarrassed sound. The things he’s making me do. So decadent! And he hasn’t even touched my down there yet. Apparently, he likes to look.

  “Show me how wet you are for me. Open those sexy legs for Daddy. Let me see that beautiful cunt.”

  The words that are coming out of his mouth are so dirty, and I’m really such a slut because they’re making me wetter. I’m embarrassed by what he would find between my legs. Is it normal to be so wet like this?

  “Uhm…”

  “Daddy’s waiting, sweetness.”

  “W-what’s your name?” I ask him. No! My conscience objects, but I can’t help it.

  “I thought you didn’t like questions?”

  “I…I’m Leigh,” I concede. I realize now that I don’t want to make love to him without even knowing his name. I want to utter it over and over when he touches me.

  He starts massaging the bulge on his fly with his hand. I can see the ridge of his penis pushing from within. I swallow hard, trepidation creeping in.

  It looks massive.

  “Leigh…Beautiful name. I’m Bron.”

  “Bron…”

  “Yeah, you’re gonna be shouting my name a lot tonight.”

  I just bet I will.

  He bends to push his pants down his legs. He straightens up again, and I gasp faintly. I close my legs in reflex.

  His cock.

  Oh. My. God.

  THAT thing will wreck me.

  It’s huge. Dark, thick and long, pointing upward. It looks so hard and strong, just like the rest of him. The only thing making it look a bit soft is the pearly liquid oozing from the swollen, rounded tip.

  “Open your legs, goddess. You can’t keep Daddy out.”

  “That’s so…” I wet my lips.

  “So…?”

  “It will hurt.”

  He smiles like the devil. He grips the base of his cock and starts stroking it before my eyes, his fingers gliding up and down the veined shaft. I can’t look away. It’s so scary and so beautiful at the same time.

  “I’m so hard for you, baby. But I’m going to make you so wet you’ll be able to take all of me just fine.”

  “You don’t understand,” I start to explain, but he bends and dips one knee on the bed, grabs my hips, pulling me toward the edge.

  “I’ll show you.”

  He removes my pumps and pushes my legs wide open. “Fuck…” he breathes.

  I close my eyes. God, how embarrassing!

  I feel his touch dow
n there, his fingers gently opening me wider. I’m glad I regularly shave for hygiene and my bikinis.

  “So fucking wet…” he groans like a big beast.

  I open my eyes again, mortified, but my curiosity wins. “I know I’m so wet and…and…and you haven’t done anything. Is this…normal?”

  His eyes meet mine.

  He chuckles, a deep masculine sound rumbling from his throat.

  His fingers dip into my cleft and come off wet. “This…is the best thing that ever happened to me in a long time.” He brings his fingers to his lips, licking them off. “Delicious. So delicious, baby. I want more.”

  His face descends on my pussy. I gasp in shock, scandalized to the roots of my hair, but he’s kissing me down there as divinely as he was kissing my lips, and I lie back in surrender, letting him have his way with me. As if I could stop and resist this.

  Oh, my God, I’m dying…!

  His tongue lines my center repeatedly, and I grab the sheets tight at the sharp pleasure building up at the pit of my belly. My toes curl. Feverish moans escape my throat, sounds I didn’t know I was capable of making.

  He licks the inside of my thighs. I groan in frustration and grab his head, pushing his face back to where I want his lips the most.

  He makes a deep masculine sound in his throat, inhaling deeply. “I love your scent here, baby. I want to sniff on this cunt every fucking day. I want your scent on my skin. Fuck, you taste so fucking delicious. I’m gonna eat you up so good until you come.”

  He circles my clit, working his tongue on it in a rhythm. Slow…then fast. Faster. Then he’s sucking on it and I fall back weakly on the sheets, closing my eyes as his scandalous words echo around me, heightening the wicked sensations swirling in my core as he masters my pussy with his lips, tongue and fingers. My universe is spinning fast, the pleasure wringing my inner muscles tighter and tighter.

  I manage to open my eyes again and look down. It’s a decadent sight. I’m so wet, and his lips are so wet and shiny from my secretions.