Reckless

by Stella Rhys

  “Fuck…” Her eyebrows pinched tight as she let out a little moan—so breathy and vulnerable that I just wanted to blow my load inside her. It really goddamned felt like I could, especially as she started swiveling her hips, working to get herself accustomed to my size. “God, you’re so fucking big,” she hissed, almost like an accusation. And though she sounded pissed, she clawed at my chest, pleasure twisting on her face as she started riding me, faster and faster till she was full-on bouncing on my cock with her perfect tits shaking in my face.

  “AJ, Christ,” I cursed with a ragged groan, squeezing rough handfuls of her ass, gripping her waist, wanting to touch her fucking everywhere.

  She felt so immediately like heaven that I wished I could’ve told myself in the middle of the hectic afternoon that things would be fine. That everything would be perfect at the end of the day, because at the end of the day, I would have AJ alone in my office, her clothes strewn on the floor and her pussy gripping me like a vise. Riding me hard. Like she was fucking made for my cock.

  “Goddammit, AJ,” I growled, palming my hand up her tits and her neck till I was gripping her jaw, admiring those swollen pink lips as I held her face to mine. “Do you have any idea how badly I’ve wanted this?”

  I could see her reluctance to look me in the eye. To let me see just how much she was enjoying my cock. But her lust was undeniable now with my grip firm on her, forcing her to look at me. And though I could see her trying to hold in the words, they escaped her lips.

  “Tell me,” she panted as I tightened my grip on her jaw so that her back arched taut as she ground against my cock, fucking me like a pro, making my every muscle flex with pleasure as I answered through gnashed teeth.

  “That night,” I ground out. “At the hotel. All I could think about was pulling those sheets off your body,” I dropped my eyes to her swollen lips, “and fucking your mouth. Your pussy. These fucking beautiful tits.” She cried out as I slapped her tit and squeezed it, taking it in my mouth again and sucking her nipple till I felt her muscles fluttering around my cock. “I wanted to see you covered in my cum,” I growled, her walls squeezing tighter around me with every word of my fantasy. She was digging her fingers into my shoulders now, riding me so hard and fast I felt delirious. “I wanted to pin you down to that bed… hear you screaming my name all night,” I said, smiling because just the thought of it made her moan and clench so hard around me I groaned, dropping my hands to her ass and spanking her. “Tell me how good it feels,” I rasped.

  She panted for several seconds before answering with a tinge of mischief. “No.”

  In response, I took my mouth off her tits, roughly squeezing her ass and spreading her pussy, watching the tortured pleasure twist on her face as I slammed her onto my cock—hard, without mercy, till she was gasping and moaning in succession, pleasure expelling nonstop from her lips till she was crying out all the words I wanted to hear.

  “Fuck, it feels so good, Adam.”

  “Tell me just how good it feels. Tell me how much you’ve wanted my cock,” I said through gritted teeth, the intensity of the pleasure taking over me, nearly blinding me.

  Especially as she answered me. Sweet, breathless moans about how wet she’d been for me in that hotel room. How she wished I would’ve climbed into her bed. Pulled her panties to the side and slid my cock right inside her. I groaned as she went on, detailing every dirty thought she’d had all week. I had to force myself not to explode as little moans interrupted her confession about wanting to taste my cock. To feel it stretching her lips as she knelt under my desk.

  She had me so turned on I felt fucking lightheaded.

  “So good, AJ… so fucking good,” I growled hard enough to come to for a second—to realize her arms were wrapped around my neck now. That my hands were cupping her face, our gazes fiery, burning inches from each other as her perfect pussy milked my cock.

  And before I could think twice, I broke the rule.

  Jerking her close, I sealed my lips against hers, kissing her for the shortest three seconds of my life before she pulled sharply away, her stunned eyes glowing on me.

  Our bodies still rocked against each other as the silence stretched. One second. Then another.

  And then our mouths crashed against each other again, my groan rumbling into her as my tongue pulsed against hers, sweeping through her mouth and claiming her like I’d desperately needed to do since that night. Since I had her pushed against the door.

  Since I saw her look at me like she needed me.

  “Adam…”

  Her little whimper came just as I felt her muscles contracting against me, and as soon as I murmured for her to come, she fell apart.

  Grasping handfuls of her hair, I groaned at the sweet sound. And as I helped her rock against me, I muttered filth against her lips, praising her tight pussy and urging her to come all over my cock. I gripped her waist as the aftershocks rippled through her, and though she was limp, panting against me for awhile, she slowly returned to swiveling her hips, around and around, faster and harder till she was not only riding me again but coaxing my cock for every drop of cum I had inside me.

  When I came, I dug my fingers into her ass, groaning louder than I ever had in my life.

  I collapsed against my chair, cursing the stars in my vision because I knew AJ wouldn’t let me have her for much longer. I could already hear her gathering herself, rushing to catch her breath as she lifted herself off of my cock.

  By the time I came to, she was still straddling me, gently squeezing the condom off and tying it up to toss into the trash.

  And once she was done with that, she smirked at me, clearly enjoying how speechless and goddamned useless she’d rendered me. For once I was quiet. Sucked dry of any asshole humor or smart remarks. All I could do was stare through a heavy-lidded gaze as she took my hands and rubbed them all over her breasts.

  “Last chance since you’ll never touch them ever again,” she said.

  I blinked, still in a blissed-out daze for half a second. But in a flash, I was alive again, hastily groping and sucking the hell out of her tits, getting my fill and refusing to stop till she pulled away, making me growl as she got off of me.

  And once again, I could only watch as she pulled her skirt back down over her smooth thighs, strutting over to her top on the floor and forcing me to stare at the swell of her tits from behind as she bent over to pick it up.

  I shook my head to myself as I watched her button it back on, and I was all ready to fuck her again as she peered over her shoulder with a smile.

  “‘Night, Adam,” she said, smoothing her hands down her sides before disappearing out of my office and leaving me staring at my door.

  Because holy shit, that was amazing. The best thing I’d ever felt.

  And quite possibly the worst—simply because I knew I’d never get to feel it again.

  13

  AJ

  There were a quite a few important things I needed to get from the little house in Silver Lake that I’d shared with Caspar as recently as last week. There was my laptop. My passport and Social Security card. There were all my shampoos and comfy pajamas, and the rest of my entire wardrobe, too. Realistically, those items were my priority.

  But at this particular moment, all I wanted was my vibrator.

  It didn’t even have to be the good one for God’s sake. I’d settle for any at this particular moment, because holy hell was it impossible to stop thinking about Adam this morning.

  Flopping onto my back in my lumpy AirBnB bed, I stared at the ceiling, hitting snooze once again so I could just take a little longer to reflect on the next-level craziness that was last night.

  I slept with my boss.

  The words repeated in my head as I relived flashes of it all.

  The chiseled sections of Adam’s six-pack.

  The warm lashing of his tongue across my nipple and his greedy hands squeezing all over my body.

  I could actually feel every ounce of pent-up lust
and desire in his touch and just thinking about it again this morning stole my breath away. Yeah, that… really happened, I thought, a fresh wave of awe hitting me as I relived his smooth lips. His rough tongue.

  That fucking kiss.

  I mean what the hell was that?

  It had been such a shock of intimacy in the middle of our dirty, sweaty filth-fest, and not only had I let it happen, I’d… enjoyed it. So much so that it was exactly what sent me over the edge and made me come—as promised—harder than I’d ever come in my life.

  It was a bit troubling how good it felt.

  At the same time, I refused to let myself overanalyze it.

  We did what we did last night to get it out of our systems. To squash the sexual tension and carry on with our lives, I reminded myself while staring at my reflection in the mirror and trying to brush my teeth like it was any other morning.

  You’re just gonna fake it till you make it, baby.

  That was the name of the game for this particular Friday, and it was the mantra I repeated in my head as I drove to work, peppering in the occasional “you’re fine” and “relax,” and just for good measure, a “you can work through any level of awkwardness”—just in case our little sexperiment did not in fact fix anything between us.

  It actually worked enough to ease my nerves as I got into the office and said good morning to everyone in a passably normal way. I did, of course, stealthily scan the floor for Adam and wonder where he was, if he was in yet and what the hell it was going to be like when I saw him today.

  But I didn’t have to wonder long, because just as I got to my desk, Liza came over, eyes playfully narrowed at me as I rounded my desk.

  “K-Beauty?” she asked just as my heart leapt briefly into my throat.

  Because emerging from an office behind her was Adam in a sharp grey suit, his smirking eyes already locked on mine as he strode toward his office.

  I forcibly tore my eyes off of him, returning them to Liza at I set my purse on my desk. “What?”

  “Are you doing that new skincare routine Deb’s been going on about? You’re literally glowing,” she said just as Adam passed my desk—stroking his bottom lip and wearing the biggest shit-eating grin of his life.

  Bastard.

  I suppressed my overwhelming need to shake my head as I heard him settling into his chair in his office, because I knew he was still listening to every word of my conversation with Liza. Even with a wall between us, his smugness was so palpable that I struggled for a second to think of my answer.

  “Umm, yes, actually. That’s exactly what it is,” I said, assuming it’d be fastest in terms of getting me out of the conversation. But it wasn’t.

  “Girl, I need this in my life,” Liza said. “I mean you’ve always had good skin but I’ve never seen it glow like this. What are you using? What’s the name?”

  Umm.

  Boss Dick?

  “I… don’t remember off the top of my head, but once I get home I’ll be sure to take a picture of it for you,” I said to a pouting Liza. And then we talked for another minute but as soon as she left, I peered my narrowed eyes into Adam’s office and shook my head.

  His gaze was focused on his laptop, but he was still wearing the remnants of that smile. Asshole, I snorted to myself as I turned back to face the front.

  Well. I already want to smack the smug look off his face again. So maybe that’s a good sign, I thought as I shook my head through my first few emails of the day, because I already had a fair amount of messages to give to Adam, but that required going into his office and facing his annoying hotness and smugness—and in the very room where we’d had crazy, sweaty, admittedly mind-blowing sex twelve hours ago.

  Yeah, except don’t think about that right now, I reminded myself. Or ever, since you are literally never allowed to look at his dick again let alone touch it. My fingers clicked away as I typed another sentence. Or taste it.

  God.

  I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to force the image out of my head just as I heard a new email chime in—from Knox’s team.

  Dammit. Knox news was always urgent, but just as I decided to put it off for another ten minutes, a reminder popped up on my screen about his meeting in ten minutes with the boss himself, Don Engelman.

  Which meant I couldn’t put off facing Adam for much longer.

  Not that you should. You got your big O out of your system and Adam has always been hot. You just know what his dick feels like now. But other than that, nothing has actually changed, so pull up your big girl panties and get in there, I told myself, letting myself fire off one more email before sucking in a deep breath and getting up to just get it over with.

  Grabbing my notepad, I skimmed it as I headed into Adam’s office, but upon looking up, I saw the only thing at his desk was his jacket draped on his chair.

  Which meant he was sitting over on the couch.

  Dammit.

  I braced myself for the manspread before turning my head to the right but it did little to prepare me because lord.

  The full length of his height and muscle was on display with the way he sat half-reclined on that damned couch, a report in one hand and his other arm draped over the back of the couch, pulling his sleeve tight around his shoulder and bicep, and forcing my eyes there before they fell instinctively down to his muscled thighs and package.

  Fuckin’ manspread, I thought before I finally looked up to find his eyes already on me, sparkling at me with sheer entertainment.

  “Good morning,” he said, his voice smooth and sexy as ever, but tinged with enough humor that I narrowed my eyes in a wordless, mostly playful fuck you.

  “Morning,” I returned, the weird energy in the air making my lips wiggle with the need to laugh or smirk or something. But I refrained. “Got a rundown,” I said with deliberate flatness. Adam smiled.

  “Let’s hear it,” he said.

  And so I rattled everything off my notepad, starting with Knox.

  “His team emailed just now, and it looks like Knox wants one more meeting before he makes his decision. He says he’s interested in coming to LA, seeing the office since he still has time before the start of Spring Training, so if next Thursday at 9AM works for you, I’ll go ahead and confirm that.”

  “Confirm it.”

  “Great,” I nodded, jotting it down before confirming his availability for several video calls with clients today, and then getting into the itinerary Holland sent for her visit in a few weeks.

  But all throughout, I felt a smile twitching at my lips, because while Adam and I spoke with utmost professionalism as we ran through the schedule, every time we looked at each other, there was laughter dancing in our eyes—enough that by my last note, I finally broke.

  “Alright—am I really going to have to deal with you looking this pleased with yourself all day?” I asked. He grinned.

  “Most likely, yeah. I mean I have to agree with Liza. You’re glowing.”

  “And you’re taking all the credit for that, I assume?”

  He feigned a frown. “Should I not?”

  “Honestly, I think I just slept really well thanks to the intense workout I got from all that riding.”

  “If that’s a dig at the amount of work I did last night, I’ll have you know that I was being nice by letting you have the top. But for the record, that’s usually my spot and in case you’re curious, I do my best work there.”

  Just like that, I had a vivid image of the muscles in Adam’s long, hard torso rippling as he hovered over me. But I played it off.

  “If you’re trying to entice me for round two, I’m good.”

  “Sure?”

  “Mm-hm. I got the full gist of what fucking Adam Maxwell is about, and I’m not all that curious about the rest,” I lied so confidently he looked legit annoyed for a second.

  “I could make that pussy come a thousand ways with just my tongue, AJ.”

  “I highly doubt that,” I said as I remembered the wet heat of
his tongue on my tits and imagined it between my legs. As if he could see into my head, Adam cocked an eyebrow.

  “Wanna bet?” he asked, flashing me that sexy, boyish grin that was such an unfair weapon I didn’t even have to fake rolling my eyes.

  “Look, as happy as I am that we’re back to placing stupid bets, I think we should probably take this moment to just dungeon what happened last night. From here on out, no talking about the sex we had, even if it was… decent.”

  “Judging by the claw marks on my back, it was better than decent,” Adam said with such an unbothered smile I felt my pride flare up.

  “Fine,” I said coolly, soaking in his smug expression as I decided to play his game. “It was the best sex I ever had, Adam,” I admitted, letting him have two seconds of triumph before I went on. “I was so wet I could feel my pussy dripping down my thighs when I was in the elevator last night,” I said, enjoying the flash of surprise in Adam’s blue eyes. “And when I got home, I fucked myself with my fingers while thinking about how hard your cock was inside me. And then I did it again this morning while thinking about the sounds you made when you came.” Eyebrow arched, I cocked my head at him. “Happy now?” I asked with a little smile that curled wider as I watched the lust darken Adam’s eyes as he stared back in silence for a second.

  And when he spoke again, his voice was tight.

  “Yes,” he said, adjusting his dick and making me smirk.

  See? Two can play that game, I thought wickedly as I put on a cheery voice.

  “Great. Well, anyway, you have a meeting with Engelman in the conference room. It starts in two minutes, so I’d suggest you do your best to will down your dick,” I said with a placid smile, peering briefly down at Adam’s hard-on snaked down the leg of his pants and reveling in his utter silence before waltzing out of his office.

  But not before I caught the little laugh of disbelief he breathed out like he’d been socked in the chest.