Page 23 of Reckless

“Probably should let you in so Mrs. Hilder doesn’t call the super and complain about her free show.”

I backed up and watched as she unlocked the door. What I wasn’t expecting was to see an array of knives sticking out of her wall.

“Uh—”

“Oh. Yeah.” She flicked her hand at it like it was inconsequential. “I throw knives for fun.”

My eyebrows shot up as I tracked how many there were. “Impressive,” I said, turning my attention back to her. In the time I’d been studying her hobby, she’d managed to slip out of her dress and shoes and was standing before me, playing with the strap of her red bra.

“Fuck,” I huffed out. “You’re beautiful.”

“And you’re wearing too many clothes,” she quipped.

Smiling, I tugged at my tie, loosening it until it pulled free. Then she walked over, running her hands over my chest before starting to unbutton my dress shirt. I’d opted for my nicest one I owned, a dark gray that paired well with my pressed black pants. Her fingers made quick work of the buttons, and I let her tug my arms out of the sleeves, loving how in control she was. She knew exactly what she wanted, and I was ready to give that to her.

Her mouth found mine again as she worked on my pants next. The fabric slid down my legs, pooling at my feet. I followed her to the bed that was partly unmade and then felt her hands spin me so that I was falling down onto the mattress. Looking up, she towered over me, dark hair spilling over her shoulders and chest.

“Take off your underwear,” she said, eyes trailing over my body.

I did as asked, palming my cock in my hand to squeeze out some of the tension that had built up. There was pre-cum leaking from the tip, that I wiped off with my thumb and used to coat my length.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked, realizing mine were over in my pants.

“Nightstand,” she said, tilting her head to where it was.

I opened the drawer and rummaged around in there, noting it was full of menus and a few other regular junk drawer things. Batteries, bookmarks, a flash drive. Ahah. Condoms. They were all the way in the back.

“Got it!” I closed the nightstand and waved the condom wrapper at her with a smile.

She gave me a funny look I didn’t know how to decipher, but then it swiftly morphed into that same sultry smile I was quickly becoming addicted to. She took her underwear off and tossed it on the floor.

“Lay back,” she said, grabbing the condom from me. I liked how fucking bossy she was. My head hit the pillow, and I watched her slowly open the wrapper using her teeth. She spit the foil out from her pouty mouth and pulled out the condom with her fingers. Her hands worked to pull the condom down my raging hard length. It pulsated as she touched me, wanting more. Her mouth popped open as she saw exactly how big I was. And fuck me, that mouth. It was begging to be filled.

Like she read my mind, she bent down and licked the tip, coating my cock in her spit.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” My hands found the back of her head, and I urged her further down my length. She took me easily, widening her jaw and using her tongue to lick down my pulsating veins. I hit the back of her throat, thrusting up into her perfect mouth, but she didn’t gag. Instead, her hands found my thighs, and she held onto them as she continued sucking me off.

“Stella, holy fuck. You keep doing that and I’m going to come,” I warned. My balls were seizing up, and heat was spreading all along the base of my spine.

She let go of my cock with a loud pop and smiled. “Can’t have that. You’re not allowed to come yet.”

“Is that right?”

She nodded, crawling up my body and straddling my hips. Her right hand gripped my dick while her left was pressed down on my chest. “You’ll come when I say you can.”

Fucking hell. She was the perfect woman. I might have just fallen in love because, damn.

“Are you going to ride me so I can watch?” I asked.

She nodded. “I know how much you like watching me.”

And I did. I watched as she sank all the way down on me slowly, her head tilted back and her red stained mouth dropped open. I wanted to remember this. To etch it into my brain so I could replay it over and over again.

“Let me see these,” I begged, palming her breasts. I’d been dreaming of those pierced nipples for days.

“Say please,” she said, rocking her hips up and down on my cock.

“Please,” I groaned, matching her movements. Her pussy was so fucking tight and wet— I was losing my fucking mind trying to not to come already.