Heart So Reckless

by K. C. Mills

  Every stroke of his tongue felt intentional and had me losing it as every second passed. I was trying my best to inch away from him because it was so intense that I wasn’t sure I could handle much more, but the grip he had on my thighs first and then my ass when his hands slipped under it and forcefully pulled me closer prevented me from escaping. Red was in control and using it to his advantage.

  The sounds he made as he enjoyed my body were turning me on just as much as his lips and his tongue were. He was relentless, and I was defenseless. I could feel my end nearing as the pit of my stomach knotted, my thighs tightened, and my mind grew fuzzy and airy. I was going to cum. I wanted it and willed it to come while he physically pulled it out of me. The second my body began to produce small spasms, Red worked his tongue more vigorously.

  “I’m… I’m… oh shit… my God…” the rambles left me in a scattered, frantic motion.

  There was nothing sexy about it, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I could feel myself erupting as it crept through my core with lightning speed. When it fully reached the surface, my eyes shut tightly, and I lifted from the sofa bucking hard. Red didn’t let up; he continued to stroke me with purpose as I poured my soul into his mouth with a warm, creamy flow.

  “Please stop, I’m going to die if you don’t stop, please. I was begging because he refused to show any mercy. No matter how much I attempted to get away, he held me hostage, while he continued to assault me. Yes, assault. This was indeed an assault. My body was in pain but the pleasurable type which left me weak and exhausted, loving every minute of the high.

  When I began to shudder and quake once again, he lifted his head and removed one hand. I felt safe that I was going to receive the relief that I needed, but he pushed two fingers into my pulsing core with an upward motion that had me giving up on life once more. I came again, bucking and thrashing at the hips.

  Red latched onto me, but this time, he granted a reprieve by only gently sucking my very sensitive clit until my body completely gave out on me. I had nothing left, nothing at all, so I just lay there panting heavily and waiting for my final breaths to leave my lungs.

  “Damn.” His deep, baritone caused my body to tremble, and when I felt his fingers leave my insides and graze my pulsing center, I was too weak to even react.

  “Your nigga doesn’t eat pussy, does he?”

  “Yes, he does.” He just is nowhere near as skilled as you are.

  With a low, muffled laugh that sounded like sex, he responded, “Then he isn’t doing it right.”

  I wasn’t allowed much time to consider it because Red was on his feet and scooping me into his arms. With deliberate steps, he carried me with him until we reached the bedroom. I was lowered onto the thick, fluffed comforter while he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the dresser.

  My God, this man was nothing short of perfection. His ebony skin was a mural of colorful, detailed art that I wanted to know the story behind. It saddened me that I never would be given that opportunity since after tonight I would never see him again. Everything about Red had my curiosity piqued. From the chiseled physique to the scar that moved from his upper left chest, down his side, and to his back.

  By this time, he had removed his jeans and was only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that were like a second skin. Tented in the center and barely compressing what I was anxious to get to know. I could tell that it was thick. The length was camouflaged since it was somewhat hidden and held captive by the expensive cotton material that covered it.

  “You good?”

  That voice again. God, it was going to have me leaking with every word Red delivered.

  “No, I think you just kidnapped my soul.” My words were teasing but held some truth too.

  What he had just done to me, the feeling that he delivered, earned Red permanent possession of everything that made me who I was. I had handed it over the second his head dropped between my legs.

  “I’ll give it back in the morning before you go. Can’t have you out here in these streets with no soul. That shit is reckless.” He winked at me and then left the room.

  I was disappointed by his absence, but when he returned with the box of condoms in his hand, I smiled.

  Red was completely comfortable with himself and his body because he pushed his boxers down and stood there with his long, toned legs shoulder width apart, allowing me time to admire him. I did, every inch of him, including the length and thickness that his hand stroked slowly, arrogantly, and in a way that was full of confidence. Confidence that had me worried.

  My body warmed and prickled with a nervousness that pooled in the pit of my stomach, but I refused to be outdone. It wasn’t in my nature to be the aggressor, but that was what tonight was about, right? Anything goes.

  I repeated that mantra in my head several times before I lifted to my knees. After sucking in a deep breath to ease my nerves, I crawled to the end of the bed and stepped down. Summoning him with a curled finger, I waited while Red inched closer with a sinful grin on his face.

  “Your turn.” My eyes lifted to his as I stepped around Red and guided him to the edge of the bed. “Sit down.”

  Doing as he was told, Red eased his long body down, extending his long legs so that I was between them. After he leaned back and balanced his weight on his elbows, I watched his muscles reveal more definition in his arms, abs, and chest before my eyes connected with his again. In doing so, I could see the arrogance in him. He expelled it in large doses like there was plenty to offer.

  “I would love to see and feel your mouth on me, but only if you’re truly comfortable.”

  My answer was given when my hand wrapped around his length. It was solid and thick, hooking slightly to the right. If you weren’t careful with your inspection, you would miss that detail. I lowered my head, being sure to keep my eyes on him, and when my tongue extended, grazing the mushroomed head, his abs contracted again. Using that as encouragement, I worked my lips around him, moving down slowly, careful to take my time. I wasn’t sure how much of him I would be able to accept, but my motivation to please gave me just the push I needed.

  Three quarters of the way down, I felt my throat tense, so I eased back to the top and then took him in with a little more focus this time.

  A low, throaty growl began and ended with, “Shit.”

  My rhythm became more aggressive and consistent. I traveled up and down his length, grazing it with my tongue in the process. I made sure to keep it nice and sloppy, making it easier for me to suck him harder and faster. My next move was to incorporate my hands at the base while my head bobbed to a rhythm that played in my head.

  Other than a few grunts and deep, throaty growls, Red didn’t make much noise. However, I was assured of his arousal by the way his hands moved to my head. His fingers alternated between massaging my scalp and fisting my hair in an effort to guide me toward taking in more of him.

  Giving head wasn’t my favorite thing to do, but with Red, I wanted to please. I needed him to feel just as good as he had made me feel, so I relaxed and gave him the best I had to offer. Apparently, it was good enough because he was now thrusting and pumping into my mouth in a rapid motion that had me struggling to keep up.

  “Fuck, not yet.”

  My head was yanked back, and Red sat up straight. A pleased grin teased at his lips just before he pulled me to him by the grip he still had on my hair. His mouth crashed aggressively against mine the same way his tongue forced its way into my mouth. The kiss ended with his teeth grazing my bottom lip before he completely let me go.

  “He teach you that?”

  If I wasn’t mistaken, there was a plea in his eyes. Red wanted my answer to be no. It was, so I gave him what he needed. The second I put my mouth on Linus, he exploded. He could never last long enough for me to learn anything. What I had done to Red was strictly motivated by me wanting to make him happy.

  “No, you did.”

  Red chuckled and shook his head. “Get up there.” />
  Without having to be told twice, I was on the bed again. This time, because I knew what was coming, my heart pounded in my chest to the same rhythm that my kitty was pulsing between my thighs. By the time Red found his way between them, I was damn near about to pass out from the anticipation.

  When I felt him push his hands against my legs and spread them wider as his thickness pressed against my opening. I shut my eyes to suck in a deep breath

  “Relax.”

  A kiss landed on my shoulder before he thrust into me. It was slow and aggressive at the same time, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The pain hit all at once like a dagger into my core, but I had every intention of seeing this through.

  “Peyson, you have to relax, baby. Open up for me.”

  The sound of his voice and feel of his lips on my neck did just that. I relaxed and allowed him to grind into me. Red was on a mission, a very specific, goal-oriented mission. I watched him rocking in to me, filling me completely and stretching me wider than I was sure I had ever experienced. It sent a dull pain from my core to my lower back and then into my stomach where I felt him inching closer to my lungs. Wait, was he supposed to be that deep?

  “Stop looking at me like that, or this shit is going to be over before either of us is ready.”

  His voice was low, pleading, and commanding. So, I shut my eyes tight. Red chuckled and then lifted his body from mine. Seconds later, I felt his mouth and tongue on my breasts. Not once did he miss a beat as he delivered calculated strokes that had me wanting to scream, cry, and sing a happy song all at the same time.

  “Fuck, this won’t work.” He eased out of me and then flipped me over.

  My body was yanked into the air while my face landed against the bed and another lethal thrust entered me.

  “Wait, that’s too deep.”

  “That’s the point. Fuck.”

  I shut my eyes again, sucked in a deep breath, and held it long enough to control the intense feeling caused by the intrusion that was happening. One night? There was no way I was going to survive even one hour with this man and his…

  Red.

  I watched as my dick eased in and out of Peyson. The condom was fully coated with her essence, and I could also feel it leaking out of her as I fucked her hard and deep, triggering tortured pleas to bellow through the air from Peyson. The way her voice echoed around us had me concentrating hard as hell to keep from delivering a premature release, but damn, I was losing the battle. Ten minutes in, and I could feel my nut charging from the pit of my stomach. I held tight to the pleasurable rush that I was feeling. It was damn near impossible for me to stay quiet. Being vocal wasn’t my thing. Sex was just sex, and screaming like a bitch wasn’t the move, but damn…

  Just as my balls swelled, her pussy clenched around me, and I unloaded with a guttural groan. I thrust into her so deep that she would have detached from me had I not been holding tight to her waist.

  Her pulsing walls shuddered as I thrust into her a few more times and then held steady, deep inside of her while clenching my eyes shut as I literally felt the last drop escape me and enter the condom.

  What the fuck?

  I slowly eased out of Peyson, still holding firmly to her waist with my hand pressed into her stomach until she was flat on it, resting incapacitated on the bed. I watched her for a minute and chuckled to myself before I pressed a kiss to the center of her back along her spine. Peyson flinched and then moaned a little, which had my dick pulsing on the spot.

  “Hey, you okay?”

  I allowed my fingers to barely graze the skin of her inner thigh.

  “You could have warned me.” Her voice was soft and teasing. That also had my dick stiffening again.

  “Warned you about what?” I knew the answer, but I asked anyway while stepping back off the bed at the same time.

  Her head lifted, and a smile that reached her eyes creased her lips. Those damn lips. A vision of them gliding up and down my dick flashed through my head.

  “About that.” She rolled over onto her side and lifted a finger which extended my way just below the waist.

  I smirked and moved my eyes across every inch of her. The curve of her body was perfect. “I guess I could say the same thing. You didn’t issue any warnings either.”

  That was as close as I was going to get to telling her just how good she really felt. I was well versed in the satisfaction that could be supplied from the oasis between a woman’s thighs, but damn if she didn’t have me reconsidering my ideas on what good really was. Instead of dwelling on it, since this was a one-time thing, I offered another suggestion.

  “Come shower with me, and then we can order some food. We both need to eat if we’re going to survive the night. I’m not done with you yet.”

  Her mouth gaped open, pushing a muffled laugh from me before I left her there and headed to the bathroom. By the time she made it, I had already started the shower and allowed the temperature to settle while I discarded the condom. The bathroom was filling with steam from the hot spray that pelted from the oversized shower head.

  “How much more do you plan on doing to me?” Peyson damn near whined as I held the door to the glass enclosure open so she would be the first to enter.

  After securing the complimentary shower cap over her head, she eased in slowly.

  “That depends. I’m just getting started, so we can play it by ear until you give out on me. Just don’t let it be anytime soon.”

  She groaned before stepping under the water. The tension in her shoulders eased up a little, so I stepped in behind her and pulled her against my chest. My hands moved down her stomach; one rested there while the other found its way between her legs.

  “Are you sore?”

  “A little. Not too bad.” Peyson allowed her head to rest against my chest, and both of her small hands covered the one I had resting against her stomach.

  Unable to help it, I eased one finger inside of Peyson, kissed her neck, shoulder, and the side of her face while easing it in and out at a slow, steady pace. The sound of her soft moans had me bricking up again, but that could wait. Right now, I just wanted to make her cum.

  “Your man wasn’t taking care of you, or this.” I pushed deeper, and she slowly nodded.

  “You’re very arrogant.”

  I chuckled and kissed her temple. “That’s true, but that doesn’t have anything to do with why I said that.”

  “Then what makes you so sure that he wasn’t taking care of me?”

  I hooked my finger just right and began to stroke it across her G spot. She rocked her hips against my hand until she lowered one of hers and gripped mine in an attempt to push my fingers deeper as she came.

  “That’s why. When is the last time you came so hard and this many times?”

  Panting, Peyson took a minute to focus before she attempted to lie to me.

  “I… I do all the time.”

  I chuckled and reached around her to lift the little ass bottle of body wash that sat on the shelf.

  “That’s a lie, and if it’s not a lie, then you have a toy that’s hooking you up. Your man doesn’t have a got damn clue what to do with this body, Peyson.”

  She didn’t say a word, but I didn’t expect her to. Instead, we washed in silence with me getting out before her. I partially dried with one towel and then used the other to wrap around my waist before leaving the bathroom. I had plans for her, but I could already sense that those plans were going to make it incredibly hard for me to stick to my word and allow this to only be one night.

  “I can’t believe you don’t like seafood.” Peyson frowned as she pushed another shrimp into her mouth.

  “Those shits don’t look natural. They’re huge as fuck. Damn near as big as my hand.” I skeptically eyed her plate, and she smiled while chewing and then shook her head.

  “They are not that big, and they taste amazing. You should try one.”

  I forked a piece of the steak that I was working on into my mouth before respond
ing, but unlike her, my mouth was full.

  “Nah, I’m good with this. Ball the fuck out over there.”

  She slipped a fork full of mashed potatoes between her lips, chewed, and then delivered her thoughts.

  “What happened to anything goes?” The sexy smirk she offered had my dick twitching.

  “Anything goes as in me eating your pussy, fucking you in the ass, or me kissing you. I don’t kiss, so consider that a plus, not me eating that nasty ass shit.”

  Her mouth fell open at my crass response, but I wasn’t the type to clean shit up. I said what was on my mind and in a way that I felt comfortable.

  “You will not be fucking me in the ass.” She narrowed her eyes at me, and seconds later, they dropped low to the towel I had secured around my waist. “That thing is too big.”

  I chuckled and shrugged. “I can make it work, and you might like it. There’s a little freak in you. I can definitely see it. I mean, you’re proper as fuck, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have it in you.”

  I assumed from the look she gave me that I had offended her, but I wasn’t sure which part of what I said had done the damage. So, I watched her push a shrimp into her mouth, chew, and then fill in the blanks for me.

  “I’m not proper.”

  Aww, so she’s insecure about who she is. Maybe just around me but calling her proper stuck a nerve.

  “You are. Not in a bad way. You just have manners and shit. Like, you think about things that most people don’t even consider.”

  “Like what type of things?”

  “Like not speaking with food in your mouth. It’s the right thing to do, but I don’t really pay attention to it. My response is always more important to me than how it’s delivered.

  A slow smile crossed her face. She watched me intently for a minute. Like she was studying me in a way that she hadn’t done since we had been together tonight.