Embracing Reckless

by Melanie Shawn

  Of course, now I realized that this reckless, carefree side of my personality was just as real and valid a part of me as the measured, cautious side was. It was just that I had only felt safe enough to let it come out and play since Clay had been in my life, protecting me with his strength and capability, making it so that I didn’t have to be in control every last second of every last day or risk things falling completely apart at the seams.

  The way he’d peeled away at my layers and revealed new sides to me that even I hadn’t known existed was every bit as sexy as every way he’d ever touched me. It turned me on just as much.

  In fact, at that very moment, electric butterflies were zinging their way around my belly at the thought of how safe and protected I was with Clay. How he made it possible for me to just relax and enjoy the ride. The fact that I didn’t have to drive the car, but rather just lean back in the proverbial passenger seat, made things between us even hotter, because I could lose myself entirely in the sensations I felt with Clay, and not worry about the logistics.

  I could definitely get used to that kind of treatment.

  A thought brought me suddenly crashing back down to earth and I backed away quickly, looking down at the cast on his wrist. “Are you all right? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  He smiled, his breath still coming in short pants. “Trust me. Nothing you can do to me could cause enough pain to cancel out the pleasure I feel when I’m with you.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “That’s a great line and all, bub. But I really don’t want to hurt you. So what do I need to steer clear of?”

  He ran his thumb across the ridge of my jaw and I got weak. I came close to abandoning all of my objections right then and there.

  “I tell you what,” he whispered. “Let’s have a safe word. If it gets too painful, I’ll yell it out. And you’ll have to stop whatever it is you’re doing.”

  I grinned. “How about cacao?”

  He chuckled. “Portlandia reference. Love it.”

  “That’s actually a rare intersection between two of my types of nerddom: TV nerd and comedy nerd. So it’s a very personal safe word.”

  He pressed his lips to mine. “I’m honored.”

  My knees got shaky and my muscles lost strength, and from that moment, my mind was a swirl of lust and breathless abandon.

  He ran his hands up and down my body as he kissed me, leaving a trail of what felt like pure fire in his wake. Every place that his hand passed over, I could still feel the lingering sensation of his touch, even long moments later. It happened like that with him, every single time. It was why I loved being naked with him, letting him roam over every inch of my flesh with his hands and mouth. By the time he’d touched all of me, I could feel him everywhere, as if I were totally wrapped up in his touch, buffered from the outside air by a protective layer of Clay’s kisses and caresses.

  Nothing could hurt me when I was with Clay. That’s how it felt anyway, and God, if that wasn’t just as good as it actually being true.

  He trailed kisses down my neck, the insistent pressure of his lips sending me into orbit. Clay had the magic ability to make me feel like I was the most cherished and pure princess who’d ever lived, all at the same time making me feel like I was the sexiest, most desirable woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

  Somehow, when it was Clay making me feel that way, those two things didn’t seem to be at odds at all. In fact, they seemed to be the perfect fit.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against him as hard as I could. What I wanted more than anything in that moment was to be close to him.

  “I want us to be naked and in bed,” I murmured against his skin. As soon as the words left my mouth, his good hand turned frantic and demanding, ripping pieces of clothing from my body one by one and tossing them around the room. I did the same to him, but with more efficiency since I was working with two good hands.

  I felt like I was possessed by some kind of fever. Like I was in some kind of trance. Like I wasn’t even in charge of my own actions. As if my muscles were moving entirely of their own volition without the interference of my brain—or, like I was being controlled by some kind of outside force, something entirely removed from me.

  Whatever it was, I didn’t care. I liked what it was making me do. And then I realized what it was. Not some mysterious power outside of my own consciousness at all. Rather, it was the deepest part of my consciousness that I’d only been recently getting to know well. It was my instincts.

  And, judging by Clay’s reaction to what my instincts were making me do, they were pretty damn good.

  When we were both completely naked, Clay took me by the hand and led me over to the bed. He laid me down on top of the comforter and climbed up next to me, running his fingers lightly all over my skin.

  Every time he touched me like that, I felt my stomach dropping out from under me, like I was riding one of those rollercoasters at an amusement park.

  He pushed my knees apart and moved his fingers up and down my inner thighs in that feather-light way he had that drove me absolutely crazy. As he did that, he kissed his way down my belly, growing more breathless with every inch of progress south.

  I groaned when it became clear to me what he was about to do. He was going to “return the favor” for what I’d done for him in my dorm room. God, pleasure washed through my body at even the thought of his tongue probing my inner folds, and my body began to twist and wriggle under his kisses and his touch. It wasn’t something that I could control. There was simply so much pleasure flooding my system that my muscles were physically unable to stay still.

  Then, he moved down and positioned himself between my legs, spreading them even wider. I expected him to leave his head down and cover me with his hot mouth at that moment, but I was surprised when nothing happened.

  I opened my eyes and looked up to see what was going on, and that’s when I saw it. The absolute sexiest and most erotic sight that had ever graced my eyes.

  Clay was kneeling there between my legs, his hand still on my knees from having pushed them far apart, staring at my pussy, which was spread open before him, glistening and wet. The look on his face could only be described as awestruck.

  He must’ve felt my eyes on him because he looked up at me, meeting my gaze. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed.

  I smiled. God, there was nothing like Clay’s amazement when he looked at me to make me feel beautiful. When he got that wonderstruck look on his face, I could almost believe that I was the sexiest and most gorgeous woman who would ever live.

  His fingers ran up and down my folds as he growled, “I bet you taste so sweet.”

  “One way to find out,” I teased.

  He laughed, but there was a hoarse rasp underneath that let me know he was still every bit as turned on as he’d been before the joke.

  He lowered his head between my legs and planted soft, sweet kisses up the tender skin of my inner thigh.

  Oh, God, I was so desperate for him to lick me by that point I almost begged. I wasn’t really a begging sort of girl, but if it would’ve gotten his tongue onto my clit any faster, I think I would’ve been reduced to begging in a hot second.

  He slid the hard tip of his tongue up and down my wetness, tracing my inner lips, before covering my entire mound with his mouth.

  My hands flew down to his head as if of their own accord, and I pressed him forward, needing to get deeper into his mouth, needing to be closer to him in any way that I could.

  I lifted my hips and ground them against his mouth in a rhythm that matched the way that his tongue was lapping me, drinking up all of my juices.

  “Oh, yes. Yes. Just like that. That feels so good. I’m gonna come.”

  Well, maybe it would’ve been an easier transition to begging than I’d guessed it would be. I’d never really thought of myself as a “whimpering” kind of girl, either, and yet here I was doing exactly that.

  “I’m gonna make you come, Brandy. I’m gonna ma
ke you shatter into a million pieces. I’m gonna make you forget every word you know except my name. All you’re gonna be able to do is scream it over and over.”

  Fuck, was there anything more erotic than confidence? Just hearing his voice saying those things to me, in a tone that let me know it wasn’t just bravado but that he truly would do it, was almost enough to make it happen on its own.

  He plunged his fingers inside me, then, and pumped them in and out of me hard as he rubbed his tongue over my nub in small circles. Explosions erupted all over my body, and I lost complete control of the movement of my limbs, as well as the words streaming out of my mouth.

  It was a good thing that I felt so completely and utterly comfortable with Clay. And, hell, when it came down to it – I was pretty damn happy that he had the power to turn me into a flailing, babbling mess.

  I hadn’t even completely come down from that mind-bending orgasm before I felt Clay’s hardness thrust into me.

  He pumped his hips, pounding me over and over again, and it barely even felt like the first orgasm had stopped before I felt the second building in my belly with a slow but inexorable rise in pressure.

  Then, he changed the angle of his body so that his erection actually rubbed against my sensitive pleasure button with every stroke he made in and out of me.

  It was too much to take. I exploded again, crying out and bucking and clawing at him like a wild woman.

  Vaguely, in the back of my mind, it occurred to me how embarrassed I was probably going to be when I remembered this later. But in the moment, I couldn’t have cared less about that. There were only two things that I cared about at all right then. One of them was the intense orgasm raging through me like a tidal wave. And the other was making sure that Clay got to experience the same thing.

  “You feel so good. So tight. God it’s so good.”

  The words Clay spoke came out as syncopated grunts until the last sentence, then he held himself inside me with his entire body tensed and ran the words together so it came out as one long word, goditssogood.

  I had enough control over my muscles at that point to be able to snake my limbs around him and hold on tight.

  There was nothing in this world I loved more than holding onto Clay as we experienced the intensity of an orgasm together. Nothing even came close.

  When the fervor had died down and we were snuggled up together under the blankets, some of that embarrassment I’d predicted started to worm its way into my heart. I buried my face in Clay’s neck, thinking about my uncontrollable screaming.

  “Oh, no.” I clapped my hand over my mouth. “Do you think they heard us? Was I loud?”

  He laughed and kissed my forehead. “Brandy, there’s a bar full of loud, drunk people downstairs and a sound system with music turned up at full volume.”

  “You’re right,” I conceded.

  “Do you honestly think that’s really enough to drown you out?” he teased.

  I hit him upside the head with a pillow.

  He chuckled again. “I know you think you’re being all tough with your pillow fighting, but do you know what I view that as?”

  I pursed my lips and rolled my eyes, already trying to anticipate what corny joke might be coming. “What?”

  A cocky, self-satisfied smile graced his lips as he said, “An invitation for round two.”

  Chapter 50

  Clay

  Brandy laughed, the sound washing over me and making me hard again. The ultimate aphrodisiac. “Round two, huh?”

  “Hell, yeah.”

  She trailed her fingers over my chest playfully and gave me a wicked grin. “Are you sure you’re up for it, big boy?”

  I gestured with my chin, directing her eyes down at my crotch where she could see the massive erection on display there. Her eyes widened.

  “Damn! I’m sorry I ever doubted you,” she giggled.

  “Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

  “No chance of that.”

  With that, she started kissing her way down my chest. God, the feeling of her soft lips on my skin sent me into another world. One where I didn’t care what the future would bring. One where the only thing that mattered was Brandy’s lips on my skin.

  I wanted to live in that world forever. If it was up to me, I would never leave it.

  As her kisses moved further down my torso, my ab muscles contracted like I was doing crunches. Hell, yeah. This was definitely a lot more fun than doing an ab workout. In fact, I was going to make this my go to way of getting ripped in the future.

  She jumped up, then, and ran into the bathroom, throwing a sassy, “Be right back,” at me over her shoulder. I heard the faucet run for a minute, and when she came back, she was carrying a wet washcloth. She climbed back up on the bed, stripped off the used condom, tied it up and tossed it in the trash can across the room.

  “Nothing but net,” I said admiringly.

  She grinned as she moved the warm, wet washcloth over my junk, taking her time to get every inch thoroughly. It was like an erotic massage.

  When she was finished with the washcloth, she set it aside, lowered her head back down to my belly, and picked up right where she’d left off.

  When Brandy’s mouth finally reached my cock, she started slow, taking her time. She made every single movement count. First, she ran her tongue up one side of my shaft and then back down the other, but not before circling it tantalizingly around the sensitive head of my dick.

  Then, abandoning my cock entirely for a moment, she lowered her head and took my balls in her mouth. She sucked them in whole, applying gentle pressure with her tongue as she swirled it around and around.

  As she did this, she moved her hand up and down on my shaft. Before long, the rhythm that she was using to suck on my balls was in perfect time with the rhythm she used to give me the hand job.

  “Oh, fuck, that feels amazing,” I groaned.

  She lifted her head up and grinned at me wickedly. “If you think that’s a great, just wait.”

  She bent her head back down and took her hand away from my cock.

  “No,” I groaned. “This is not living up to the promise you just made me.”

  She giggled. I loved the sound. In it, I could hear how much she loved to laugh at my jokes, and also a touch of how she loved being sexy with me.

  “Be patient,” she admonished, giving me a playful slap on the belly.

  “Not my strong suit,” I shot back.

  “Well, maybe I should torture you a little bit and change that,” she teased with a sultry smile.

  “No! I swear. I’ll be patient. Don’t torture me.”

  Her grin widened. “Are you begging? Because I like begging.”

  “I can beg if you want me to. Anything to make you wet.”

  At that, the playful banter took on a more intense turn. The energy between us grew heavy with lust. When she spoke, her voice was a raspy whisper. “Everything you do makes me wet.”

  “Good. Show me.”

  The sultry grin reappeared. “Not yet. This is the part where you have to be patient.”

  With that, she raised her palm to her mouth and covered it with saliva. Even in the dim light, I could see the shimmer of the liquid as it coated her skin.

  Then, using that slick palm to grip my shaft, she lowered her head and enveloped the head of my cock in her mouth. She created a tight suction with her lips and then moved her head up and down, trailing her lips in tight formation with the firm fist she’d made with her slick palm.

  The sensation was amazing. My dick was probably more sensitive than normal since this was round two, but either way, I knew I couldn’t let her keep this up for long unless she wanted me to shoot right down the back of her throat.

  Hell, even if she did want that, it wasn’t what I wanted. In the future? Sure. It was sexy as hell, and if it was something she was into, I would never turn it down. But for tonight, there was no way in hell I was letting that happen. Tonight, I was going to be insid
e her one more time, pumping in and out of her. That was the only way that I was gonna come.

  Still, that didn’t mean that I couldn’t ride out this heavenly blow job to the very limits of my ability to hold back.

  I struggled to control my urges as best I could, even using the old “think about baseball” trick to extend the amount of time that I could lay back and enjoy the incredible feeling of her hot, tight mouth traveling up and down on my dick.

  But, soon, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold out one more second. I leaned forward and grasped her shoulders, lifting her gently up from my cock.

  “What’s wrong?” She asked, her eyes wide and surprised.

  “Nothing. God, absolutely nothing,” I groaned. “That’s why I had to have you stop.”

  “Oh! Awesome!” she said, understanding dawning immediately.

  I grabbed another condom and unwrapped it, and my dick was so sensitive and on the edge of shooting that it was even hard to control it when I rolled the condom down over my length. I was that close to the edge—any little touch could’ve potentially sent me over.

  When I was ready, I sat up and got on my knees. “I want to take you from behind. I want you on your hands and knees while I fuck you.”

  She immediately scrambled onto all fours and knelt in front of me, positioning herself so that she was spread wide open and waiting for me.

  “That’s right. Oh, God. That’s so awesome.”

  I gave her a friendly smack on the ass and she laughed. Then, with no hesitation, I kneeled in between her calves, grabbed her hips in my strong hands, and shoved my cock inside her with the most powerful thrust I could muster.

  She cried out, and I held myself still. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” she groaned. “It feels amazing. God, it’s so good. So deep. That’s why I screamed.”

  I grinned. Hearing those words made me a little cocky. “Well, get ready to scream some more, then.”