RECKLESS (A Whirlwind Romance)

by Vanna King

  “I asked what you thought my biggest regret was.”

  “Well…like you regret letting a woman go? Silly stuff like that.”

  “It’s not silly, at all.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I don’t have that kind of regret.”

  “You’ve never been in love?” She blushes. “You don’t need to answer that.”

  I smile. “I can see you’re dying to know.“

  She goes even more crimson in the face. “I am not.”

  I raise a brow.

  She shrugs. “Well, just a tad curious.”

  I chuckle. “The answer is no.”

  Her beautiful eyes glow. She’s happy she has no competition. I like it that she’s as possessive of me as I am with her.

  “Wow. How old are you?” she asks, her eyes mischievous.

  “Are you calling me old?”

  She giggles. “No, silly! Old? With a body like that?”

  I clench my chest muscles, making them move. “You like this body?”

  She rolls her eyes. “I can’t believe a man who looks like a walking poster for How To Get Ripped and Badass is fishing for more compliments. I’m sure you get them everywhere you go.”

  “I only want it from you, goddess. Only from you.”

  “Okay, you look…” she sighs, “like a romance book hero.”

  “Yeah? That’s weird. No one’s called me that before.”

  “Well, you were probably dating women who don’t read, not even the bodice-ripping stuff.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You know, those novels with notorious pirates and innocent ladies in them? The hero abducts her and ravishes her in his big, infamous ship that roams the high seas. They fall in love. Boom! HEA.”

  I feel my semi-hard cock surge to life under the water. It’s been quite relaxed as I enjoyed our intimacy that had nothing to do with sex, but she’s talking about abduction and innocence now, and recent memories of her virgin pussy strangling my cock in the most delicious way make a flashback, and my pole’s at full mast again. ”Heya?”

  “H-E-A. Happily Ever After.”

  I nod. “So, you like reading romance novels, hmm?”

  “Only when I’m bored reading the serious stuff. I do read a lot.”

  “What serious stuff?”

  “Like how much money the government is pouring into its war campaigns and how it’s affecting the country’s economy. I can fairly say the Iraq Wars have nearly bankrupted the government. Our national debt is 3.7 trillion dollars as we speak. 1.7 trillion goes to China. Pretty soon, the US dollar will be replaced by the Yuan as the leading currency.”

  I’m stupefied. “That’s pretty damn serious, baby.”

  She shrugs. “I wanted to take up journalism in college, but Dad discouraged me. He told me to take up Economics instead.”

  “Why?”

  “He said a journalist daughter would be useless to him.”

  “Your father is an asshole.”

  She stares at me. I hope I didn’t offend her, but fuck, I don’t think I like her father at all. “No offense, but he is, in this case, at least,” I improvise.

  “My father is a good man. But in that particular instance, yes, he was an asshole. But I’m over it. I like Economics, too. It’s quite challenging.”

  “Have you graduated?”

  “Yes, cum laude,” she says with a smile.

  I whistle. “So, my goddess is not only a smashing beauty but a brainiac, too.”

  She goes all shy on me, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Thanks.”

  “I never even graduated high school, so knowing you did college and finished like that, I’m blown away. You’re really something, Leigh.” And I really mean that. I’m so fucking proud of her.

  “Come on, you have this place. This spells success. Tremendous ones.” She looks at me harder, suspiciously. “What exactly do you do?”

  I grin. “Don’t ask me what I do in detail. I promise I won’t go to jail for it. But I do take a lot of risks.”

  She nods. “So, how did you accomplish all this?”

  “I got my education from the streets, from tough experiences. Experience has always been my greatest teacher. It taught me valuable lessons for sure.”

  “Like?”

  “What doesn’t kill you…”

  “Will only make your stronger,” she finishes for me. “AND richer,” she adds. “Proof? The Matisse hanging in one corner of your bedroom. I suppose your place has the humidity control system of the Louvre.”

  I grin, shaking my head. “Smartass.”

  “Thank you. So you like my brain, hmm?” She waggles her eyebrows at me.

  I grin wider. “I can’t believe you need to ask, having a laude attached to your name.”

  “Only from you, baby. Only from you.”

  At that moment, I know I really want to spend the rest of my life with her. I can imagine us spending quiet moments like this in the future, just talking and laughing in between screwing each other’s brains out. I didn’t know I actually liked talking. I’ve never spent enough time with a woman to talk. But Leigh is unlike anybody I’ve met. She’s special. My Leigh. Mine.

  “So, what’s your biggest regret, goddess? Though I think you’re way too young to be having big regrets.”

  “Believe me, my life is not all roses and sunshine, though many would think so.”

  “Having an asshole of a father who meddles in your life decisions, I can believe that.”

  She laughs. “Leave my Dad alone. He was just being protective, as always.”

  “I can understand that, too.”

  “Okay, my biggest regret is…” she turns serious. “That I wish I’m braver.”

  “In what way, baby?”

  “In making life decisions. Don’t get me wrong. My parents are wonderful. They love me, take good care of me. You see, I was adopted.”

  I figure this is a delicate matter to her, and I dare not mess it up by uttering some lame shit.

  “But I was lucky I was adopted by my parents, you know? Lots of babies are left in foster homes every day, and nobody wants them. But they took me. Among all the children there to choose from, they chose me.”

  Her eyes are misty again. I hold my breath a little, listening intently. This is an important moment. She’s sharing her most intimate memories with me.

  “They raised me well. I know I’m a good person, and I’m thankful that they instilled the best values in me, to care for people, to be kind, to respect others at all times, and all that stuff. I’m privileged in so many ways. I went to the best schools, met a lot of influential people…” her voice trails off.

  “But…?” I prod gently.

  “But I feel like I’ve become too dependent on my parents. I feel like I’d constantly need their approval for every decision that I make.”

  “You’re an only child?”

  She nods.

  “That’s understandable. They dote on you. But if you badly want something, don’t be afraid to tell them. You love them, sure, but ultimately, you’re going to live your life as you see fit. It’s the only life you have, Leigh, and it’s precious. You know the saying? Live your life or someone will live it for you.”

  She stares at me, her eyes glistening. Sadness. I see her sadness. I want to erase it, whatever caused it.

  “I changed my mind,” she murmurs softly.

  “About what?”

  “About my biggest regret. I have a new one.”

  “What is it?”

  “I regret that I didn’t meet you last year.”

  She says this with this look in her eyes as if I’m a treasure she just found. Fuck, that feels good. I want her to look at me like that every day when I come home from work.

  Home. I want a home with her.

  “And why is that, baby? What’s with last year?”

  She closes the remaining distance between us. I open my legs wider to make room for her so that she’s nest
led against my chest comfortably. My cock swells harder as her soft belly cradles it.

  She smiles at me knowingly, rubbing seductively against me. “If I met you last year, I would have known what orgasm was way earlier. And I could have gotten more. Right now, I’m still waiting for number 3, loverboy. When can I get it?”

  I chuckle. Serious one moment, funny the next. She’s constantly surprising me.

  “My Leigh, you only have to ask.”

  Chapter Eight

  LEIGH

  “How about…now?”

  I boldly close my hand around his cock under the water. God, it’s huge. A burning steel rod in my hand.

  “You sure your sweet virgin pussy can handle that?”

  His crude words don’t shock me anymore. After making love with him last night, hearing it all as he gave me pleasure and as he took pleasure from me, I crave it. Those dirty words. And it’s contagious.

  “You really get off on that, huh?”

  “What?”

  “My virginity.”

  He gives me this utterly masculine smirk and rises from the tub with me in his arms. I don’t worry that he’d accidentally slip and drop me. He’s so big and strong I feel like a delicate flower in his arms, in his very presence. He’s just so overwhelmingly male. Yeah, like those heroes in those romance books, indeed.

  He sets me on my feet and grabs a towel. He dries us both. He lingers on my body, running the towel over my breasts gently, tantalizingly. He rubs it over my nipples.

  I moan.

  “You’re so sensitive.” He drags the towel down, between my legs and he rubs it there gently, too.

  “I think this towel is getting wet for a different reason now,” he murmurs.

  I hold his cock again, squeezing it, feeling its power surge in my hand. He inhales sharply. I smirk back. ”I think this cock is getting wet again, too.”

  “Jesus, Leigh…”

  I swipe my thumb over the head, and his eyes dilate with what I know now as arousal. I loved watching his face when he was inside me, moving in and out of me. The pleasure I saw in his eyes radiated through me. I felt so powerful that I could give him such bliss. I’m curious to see his face when his cock is in my mouth.

  My goodness, my wicked thoughts!

  “You know too much about cocks for a virgin.”

  “Internet age, my lord,” I attempt a British twang.

  He chuckles. “And what has my curious lady found on the web?”

  “Hmmm…”

  I slowly kneel in front of him.

  I stare at his cock in my hand.

  His balls are heavy but soft-looking, and yet the shaft protruding from it is intimidating in its hardness and girth. The veins cross-crossing around it only add to its raw beauty.

  It looks scary. In a really fascinating, arousing way. I wonder how it fit inside me, but it somehow did. And it didn’t hurt as much as it should have, but then my lover knew what he was doing. It was a bit painful at the initial entry but after that, when he started touching my clit and sucking on my nipples as his cock moved in and out of me, and with all those dirty words he was murmuring as he did all that, I forgot the pain as fire burned in my core for release. I want that again, with this big, bad cock inside me.

  “I wanna know what’s going on in that cum laude brain of yours.”

  I look up at him. “You look worried, my lord.”

  “Who knows what an economist is thinking? Maybe slashing down budgets and stuff, and I really don’t like her looking at my overbloated budget with that in mind.”

  I laugh out loud. “Oooh, that’s a good one.”

  He grins and combs my hair away from my face with his fingers. “Are you gonna just stare at it?”

  “This thing is quite… fascinating.”

  “I know, but I’d rather your lips do the fascinating action.”

  I grin up at him. Holding his stare, I slowly lick the crown. He hisses a breath.

  “Good?”

  “Uh-huh.” His breathing has escalated, his hard abs clenching.

  I rain kisses on his shaft, from top to the base, licking it at the same time, wetting it with my saliva. Up and down, until it’s so slick and shiny.

  His low moans fill my ears, urging me to do more. I lick his balls. They are soft in my mouth and so vulnerable. I suck the sacs with care, slowly and gently.

  “Jesus, Leigh!” His hands are gripping my hair now, and I feel the pressure on my scalp.

  I love the sound of his voice like this. Like his joy depends on me alone. Like I’m the only woman who can give him the best head. It might not be true as I have no first-hand experience doing this before, but I trust his voice to tell me I’m doing it right, and I must be because he’s panting now, his legs clenching, his cock, even harder.

  I glide my palms up and down the shaft, loving the silky feel of his supple skin as it moves with my strokes. “Tell me what you want, my lord.”

  “Suck me, baby. Suck my fucking cock in your sweet mouth.”

  I feel my pussy clench and gush with my own desire.

  I take him into my mouth.

  He groans long and loud as I push down, taking almost half of him. I can’t take all of him at once, but I try to take as much as I can without choking. I release him with a pop then take him in again, learning the rhythm. He tastes so good. Salty-sweet. Addicting! I can suck him forever.

  “Baby…that’s good…so good…”

  I release his cock. “Fuck my mouth like you want to,” I boldly say.

  He grabs my jaw and feeds me with his cock. I open my mouth as wide as I can, accommodating more of him.

  He pushes in and out in shallow thrusts, going deeper and deeper. Until I can’t breathe and I look up at him in panic.

  He pulls out and helps me up from the floor.

  “You’re a bad, bad girl,” he utters and captures my lips.

  His palm cups my mound. His fingers press inward finding my wetness. “Jesus, you’re soaked, baby.”

  He moves his fingers in longs swipes, sawing at my wet folds. Then he’s circling my clit as he fucks my mouth with his tongue. I hold on to his shoulders, my limbs limp like molasses.

  He guides me to lie on the divan, opening my legs wide. “Hold them up,“ he tells me, and I hook my hands behind my knees, holding my legs wide apart. At this point, I’ve lost all my modesty with him. I want it all.

  He opens the petals of my pussy.

  “This virgin pussy is mine. Nobody touches this but me.”

  His possessive declaration has me gushing more juices, and he sees it.

  “Your pussy is so ready for my cock.”

  “Bron, please…” I whine.

  His thumbs push the hood up, revealing my engorged clit. “Such a beautiful little gem. Mine. Mine alone.”

  He sure likes to look at me exposed like this. No shame. Helpless with need.

  Then he eats me. I watch, holding my breath, mouth open as his tongue lashes over my clit with such controlled skill. He’s looking at my face, watching me unravel before his eyes. He’s voracious, smearing my juices all over his lower face that he’d probably know my pussy more than I do after this. I make noises that I’d be embarrassed to acknowledge later, but I can’t help it. It’s so good. Too good. My eyes roll up as my orgasm looms like a tidal wave about to crash over me.

  “Bron, don’t stop! Don’t ever ever stop!”

  But he does. I cry out in protest. I’m so close!

  “I want you to come around my cock.”

  Oh God, I want that, too!

  He switches our position. I’m now straddling him on the divan. He lies back on the pillows, holding me in place on his lap.

  “Take that cock inside you, goddess. Use it. Ride me.”

  His passion for me is a thick dagger of pleasure rising between us. I grip it and lift my hips, guiding him to my entrance.

  BRON

  I watch her rub my cock head against her pink slit. It comes out wet with her ju
ices, and I can’t wait to soak every inch of my length in that. I’m so fucking hard I could crack granite. I wonder if sex will always be like this with her, like my next breath depends on her sweet pussy taking my cock in. I’m fucking desperate for it.

  I cup her full breasts in my palms, squeezing, pinching her nipples. “Take me inside, my sweet goddess. Bathe my cock in your cream.”

  She smiles down at me like a siren and lowers herself on my cock. I hold my breath as I start to breach her small opening. I feel her yielding to me. So hot and tight.

  She winces and pauses, biting her lower lip.

  I’m immediately concerned, even if I’m going crazy with wanting her. I want her to enjoy sex with me minus the pain. I vow to make it so good for her every time. “Slowly…just slowly, baby. You can take me.”

  The head pops in, and she breathes out.

  I pet her breasts, kneading and licking the tips, then sucking on them. She has the perfect rack. Just fucking perfect.

  I feel her relax and take more inches of me. I don’t stop sucking her tits until she’s almost seated to the hilt on my cock.

  “You’re all in,” she says, as if in wonder.

  I smooth her hair from her face. “You okay?”

  She nods and smiles, clenching around me. Jesus. I can’t get enough of her tightness. It won’t take a lot to get me off in this state.

  My hands bracket her hips. “Ride me.”

  She’s an eager pupil. Her hands come up to rest on my shoulders. Her hips rise slowly, releasing my cock almost to the tip and then slowly descending on it. The sensations are incredible.

  “Oh Bron, you’re so big…and harrrd…” she sighs, her eyes awash with passion and wonder as she slowly tests how deeply she can take me.

  Most men take extra pride in having a big one, but I’m long past the phase where my cock is a major source of my self-confidence. But damn, I feel like fucking Superman when she says I’m big. “It’s all yours, Leigh. All yours.”

  I support her hips as she learns her rhythm.

  She moans, going deeper and deeper as she descends, until I can feel her pussy lips touch the base of my cock. I grit my teeth at the incredible pleasure building up in my loins, ready to launch.