Reckless

by Devon Hartford

  “I was thinking the same thing,” I giggled, and pushed away from him.

  “Where are you going?” he asked, his lashes lowering seductively.

  “Catch me if you can!” I turned and ran out of the kitchen, through the living room, and upstairs to his bedroom.

  I was giggling the entire way. He was right behind me, pounding down the upstairs hallway.

  I dove onto the bed and tumbled into the sheets.

  He stood in the doorway, hunched over. “I’m going to eat you up, little girl,” he growled.

  “Please do,” I said confidently.

  He vaulted across the room, flying through the air.

  “Christos!” I shrieked, scooting back from the edge of the bed.

  He slammed onto the mattress, laughing and bouncing like a kid. “I’m ravenous, agápi mou. I haven’t had a thing to eat all day.”

  “You just had dinner!”

  “That was an appetizer. You’re the main course.”

  He crawled over the bed and started tickling me.

  “Christos! Stop!”

  “Why?” he smiled. “I love getting you worked up.”

  I pulled a blanket up to my chin. “I already am.”

  “Then I’m going to have to rip your clothes off,” he leered.

  “Please do.”

  He slowly pulled the covers down my chest. My heart raced. My thighs quivered. I was completely dressed, but I knew my womanhood was wet and ready.

  He pulled my shoes off, one by one. Then lifted my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. Bra next. This was so easy. Why had I ever been shy?

  My full breasts spilled out, my nipples instantly hard in the cool room. Christos lunged at one breast with his mouth and sucked on my nipple while squeezing and kneading both breasts passionately with each hand.

  I leaned back on the pillows as he consumed me.

  “I need more,” he growled.

  “Take it. Take me. Take everything. You have all of me, Christos.”

  He grinned his cocky grin. “And you have all of me, agápi mou.” He unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. He smirked. “When are we going to get you some sexy underwear? You’re all about the cotton panties. I’m picturing thongs and G-strings to go with your perfect body,” he grinned.

  “Maybe for Valentine’s Day?”

  His eyes flashed. He took a deep breath, and sat back on his heels.

  “Is something wrong?” I asked, concerned.

  “No,” he smiled. “Everything’s fine. I just need to take my boots off.” He turned and sat on the edge of the bed, and slipped them slowly off. “Hold on, I need to use the bathroom.”

  “Are you okay?” I asked, now decisively worried.

  “No, I just need to take a leak. I’ve had to go for an hour.”

  “Why didn’t you say something, silly?” I swatted his arm.

  “I’m saying something now,” he flashed his dimpled grin, stood up, and went into the bathroom.

  CHRISTOS

  As soon as I closed my bathroom door, I turned on the water faucet. I leaned both hands on the sink, hanging my head. Fuck me.

  My trial was on Valentine’s Day.

  Fuck.

  She didn’t know.

  I still hadn’t told her.

  How could I?

  All of the good feelings spinning through my heart, through Samantha’s heart, flowing like love was supposed to flow: strong, powerful, eternal, all of it was going to come to a shrieking halt in a matter of days.

  I didn’t want to ruin the mood. Not tonight.

  This would be our Valentine’s Day celebration.

  For me, anyway. I knew she’d be disappointed on the 14th. What girl didn’t want Valentine’s Day to be magical?

  But how the fuck were you supposed to do that when you spent the entire day in a courtroom, watching your life hang in the balance?

  I tried to push my misery out of my head.

  Focus on the present moment.

  Right now.

  With Samantha.

  “Are you okay in there, Christos?” Samantha asked through the door.

  “Yeah, I’m good. I’ll be out in a second.” I flushed the empty toilet bowl for effect.

  I looked at myself in the mirror. I pictured Samantha’s amazing eyes. The naked, honest love I saw in them every time she looked at me. The love I wanted to protect from all the harm in the world.

  My heart swelled as I thought about our love.

  My grin returned. Cocky as ever.

  Were my eyes watering?

  Agápi mou…you have no idea how much I love you…

  I hoped Samantha wouldn’t notice, it might ruin the mood. She was always looking at my eyes, so I’d have to distract her from them.

  SAMANTHA

  Christos strolled out of the bathroom, completely naked, a cocky smirk on his face and his jumblies hanging out.

  Wow! I clapped my hands to my cheeks. “Oh my god! I hadn’t been expecting Mr. Naked! Where did Christos go?”

  “You like?” he grinned.

  “Of course I like! I love!”

  He chuckled while walking over to the bed and climbed on top of the covers.

  I ripped my panties off. “Don’t need those anymore!”

  “What do you mean?”

  “It’s thongs from here on out!” I said proudly.

  “Don’t rush into things,” Christos chuckled.

  “Hey, if I’m going to be as sexy as you are, I need the proper undergarments.”

  “I can live with that,” he smiled.

  “I have a surprise for you,” I said, holding my arms out to him.

  He leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing. “What’s that?” he asked cautiously.

  Why was he so nervous? It wasn’t like him. Oh well, I had the cure for that. “I started taking the pill two weeks ago.” Christos had also told me a month ago that he had himself regularly tested for STDs, and was totally clean. We were now free to enjoy each other’s bodies uninhibited. There was nothing left to interfere with the mingling of our bodies in physical love. “We don’t need to use a condom!”

  His eyes goggled. “What?”

  “Did I say something wrong?” Now I was totally freaking out. Something felt really off, but I had no idea what it was.

  “No, you said everything right,” he smiled.

  “I did?” I was so confused.

  “Look,” he said, pointing at his crotch.

  I only realized at that moment that this was the first time I’d been naked with Christos and he hadn’t had an erection from the get-go. He’d been flaccid when he’d walked out of the bathroom a moment ago. Before I had a chance to wonder why, his cock grew to full, straining attention in seven seconds.

  “Holy shit!” I blurted. “I didn’t know it could work that fast!”

  “It only requires the proper motivation.”

  I was grinning from ear to ear as Christos crawled on top of me.

  “Well,” I said seductively, “two can play at that game.”

  “Really,” he said cockily as he slid his fingers between my legs, and slipped them inside me. “You weren’t kidding,” he said, amazed. “You’re soaking wet, woman.”

  “Only for you, agápi mou,” I said.

  Christos grinned like a kid. “Did you just call me agápi mou?”

  “I did. Your grandfather said I needed to start speaking Greek, didn’t he?”

  “That he did,” Christos chuckled.

  “When are you going to teach me more Greek?”

  “How about now?”

  I felt the head of his cock pressing against my drenched folds.

  “Oh,” I moaned. “Teach me all the Greek you want, Christos. I’m ready for you to fill me up with all the Greek you can.”

  He laughed and dropped his head onto the pillow, burying his face next to my ear.

  I laughed with him and wrapped my legs around his waist.

  He slid right in
.

  “Whoa,” he moaned. “You’re too much, agápi mou,” he whispered into my ear, which he promptly licked.

  Between the sweet pressure of his cock filling me up and his warm breath on my ear, I was in heaven.

  “I love you, Christos,” I moaned as he pumped slowly in and out.

  He moaned in the throes of his own ecstasy. “You have no idea how fucking good you feel, agápi mou, no idea.”

  “I think I have a pretty good idea,” I quivered as my core clamped down around him.

  He pushed himself slowly, deeply into me, and moaned. His hands reached beneath me and squeezed my ass, like he was trying to push himself more deeply into me than he ever had before.

  It was luscious, it was flesh ecstasy, it was the greatest pleasure I’d ever known.

  I was vaguely aware of the fact that Christos slid his hardness in and out of my softness for a long, long, time. I expected him to come. I’d always heard that guys came fast when they weren’t wearing a condom.

  Not Christos.

  His stamina was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. At first, I almost wondered if he was feeling anything at all, but he sucked in deep hisses of breath and blew them out so frequently, I knew he was as overwhelmed with pleasure as I was.

  “It feels so fucking good, agápi mou, I’ve never felt anything this good. Ever…” he groaned.

  I moaned in response. It was all I could do.

  He continued his hypnotic, mesmerizing rhythm of fucking me deep, long, hard, and so, so good.

  I came multiple times while Christos pushed and pushed. My pleasure built in waves that swept from head to toe, stealing away all of my tension, all of my fear. I swam with Christos in that magical ocean I’d dreamed about.

  The ocean that was us…

  Finally, after what I actually believed was over an entire hour, I felt Christos begin to throb inside me. Every stroke seemed to be a Herculean effort for him. He literally shouted each time he pushed into my wetness. I vaguely felt that the sheets beneath me were soaked with my liquid love for this amazing man.

  With every stroke, his body quaked.

  “Aaahhh!” he yelled.

  Again and again he forced himself deeper inside me until I thought he was going to shatter into a billion pieces.

  “Aaaahhhh!!!!” he shouted.

  The muscles deep inside me spasmed and grabbed his cock, not wanting to let him out.

  Ever.

  I started to have a titanic orgasm. Waves of pleasure pounded through my body.

  “AAAAHHHH!!!!” he screamed.

  His back arched and he forced his mammoth manhood into me deeper than ever before. And he came.

  He came.

  He threw his head back and roared, shaking the entire room.

  “AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!”

  I felt his cock firing his cum into me.

  It sent me over the edge. I came with him and screamed.

  The muscles of my vagina clenched around him, milking out every last drop of his potent, slippery elixir. I wanted all of it, deep inside me.

  All of it.

  My body was trembling, vibrating, shaking in an overwhelming orgasm that wouldn’t stop, my legs squeezing, my core hot and tight and wet, my love burning, exploding, overtaking all as Christos poured his love into me.

  My rippling orgasm kept going and going.

  I screamed ecstasy.

  My heart raced. My eyes squeezed shut. My body consumed his, taking all that he had to give.

  Our oceans of love had become one as our mutual wetness blended together forever.

  Chapter 22

  SAMANTHA

  Christos and I woke up in each other’s arms.

  “Morning,” he smiled down at me.

  Sunlight peaked through the curtains, lining the edge of Christos’ chiseled features in gold. He looked like a painting of a mystical hero. I couldn’t help but smile widely.

  “What?” he grinned.

  I was afraid to open my mouth, certain my morning breath would ruin the moment. We’d had garlic galore the night before, when we ate all that Tzatziki. I imagined that if any low-flying birds were to pass by as I opened my mouth, they’d drop from the sky, with X’s for eyes and land on their backs with their stiffened claws sticking straight up.

  Christos leaned down and tried to kiss me. Obviously, he had no compassion for animals. I turned my head away, worried about those birds.

  Christos snaked on top of me and kissed me on the mouth anyway, but I kept my lips locked.

  He pulled back a few inches and chuckled. “You’re worried about your breath, aren’t you?”

  I frowned, but knew he was onto me. I nodded guiltily.

  He grinned. “Don’t sweat it, agápi mou. At your worst, you’re a hundred times sweeter than any woman on this planet.” He leaned down for a kiss.

  I shook my head.

  He tickled my ribs and I burst out laughing.

  His lips were on top of mine and we kissed passionately. I was learning that laughter always changed my mind. So what if we smelled like a garlic factory? If Christos didn’t care, why should I?

  The next thing I knew, he was between my thighs, his hot, hard manhood pressing against my already wet entrance.

  “Oh!” I smiled.

  “Morning sex?”

  “Anything for you,” I grinned, “agápi mou…”

  “Man, hearing you say that totally turns me on every time. You even have the accent down pretty good. Say it again,” he smiled.

  “Anything for you,” I purred, “agápi mou. Agápi mou, agápi mou!” I giggled.

  “Everything for you, agápi mou,” he murmured, cocking his dimpled grin seductively as he slid himself inside of me.

  He began a steady rhythm as our bodies twirled together in heady ecstasy. It seemed to go on for at least an hour before we both enjoyed powerful, exhilarating, and seemingly endless orgasms.

  After, we showered together.

  “What are your plans for today?” Christos asked as he reached around me with both arms and circled his soapy hands against my ass.

  “I’m going to tell my apartment manager I’m moving out on the way to campus.” It was increasingly difficult for me to concentrate with his hypnotizing hands in motion. “I’ve…uh, got, oh, classes,” moan, “after…” I shook my head. “What are you doing?”

  “Who, me?” he asked innocently.

  “Do we have time?”

  “You tell me,” he murmured.

  We were pressed together, chest to chest. His hard-on forced between us, a friendly visitor.

  I didn’t think we had time for another marathon round of love-making in the shower, but maybe we had time for a little something. “I think the first thing on my agenda is taking care of Little Christos,” I giggled.

  “Oh, you so did not call him little,” he chuckled.

  “Well, I only meant by comparison to the rest of your magnificent self.” I circled my hands around his massive, soap-slick chest.

  “I think you hurt his feelings,” Christos moped.

  “What?” I looked down. Sure enough, Little Christos was shrinking. “No!” I cried.

  Christos laughed heartily. “He’s going back into his shell.”

  “How do you do that? Did I do that?” I was confused. Had I turned Christos off?

  “You have to apologize,” Christos grinned.

  “I’m not apologizing to your penis!” I shouted. “What is it with men talking to their dicks like people?!”

  Christos threw his head back and laughed. Water coursed down his face and drizzled into mine. My eyes automatically squinted until he tipped his face back down to gaze into my eyes.

  “I have a ton to do anyway,” Christos smiled. “My girlfriend’s moving in with me soon, so I’ve got to get the place ready.”

  “Your girlfriend?” I smiled seductively.

  “Yeah, she’s the best. Amazing in bed. Don’t even bother trying to top her, she’s way t
oo good.” His arms wrapped around my waist and he kissed me passionately as water cascaded around us, swallowing us in a warm embrace.

  “She’s good in bed, huh?” I asked skeptically.

  “None better,” Christos smiled.

  “I bet I could show her a thing or two,” I teased.

  “Oh yeah?” Little Christos stood up and demanded my full attention once again.

  “Yeah,” I smiled devilishly. I wrapped my fingers around the head of Christos’ cock and slid my soapy hands over the tip, squeezing and sliding and massaging.

  Christos’ head tipped back and he moaned loud and long. His knees buckled slightly and he stepped backward until his shoulders touched the wall. I continued my slippery assault on the softness of his hard cock. His eyes rolled back into his head as his lips peeled back over his teeth.

  I worked my hand around the head of his cock, not entirely sure what I was doing. “Like this?”

  “Fuck,” he snarled, “keep doing that.”

  “Your wish is my command, master,” I joked.

  Christos bent forward and laughed hard, leaning his forehead into mine. “I’m pretty sure you’re the one in charge at the moment,” Christos snickered.

  I couldn’t help but giggle in response. I started sliding my hand up and down his length. I cupped Christos’ balls with my other hand. They were so soft compared to his penis. I caressed them as I pumped his shaft.

  Christos’ snickers stiffened into hisses. “Fuck, Samantha, that is fucking paradise. Keep doing that.”

  I did.

  He threw his head back again, his whole body arching with intense pleasure.

  “Samantha,” he moaned, “don’t fucking stop.”

  Spray from the shower-head poured around us, steaming up the entire stall with sultry fog. I felt his cock expand in my hand. It was burning hot. It was so big, I had to encircle its length with both my hands. How did all of it fit inside me? I didn’t know, but I was suddenly wet between my legs and desperately wanted to put his penis back where it belonged.

  Inside me.

  Before I could figure out how to do that, he moaned. “Aaaaahhhhhh…” His head twitched repeatedly back as his cock stood taller, prouder, hotter, harder. Without warning, it jolted in my hand.

  Mission control, we have lift off!