Reckless Little Affair

by Gabrielle Snow

  “You’re still looking to become an architect, right?” Harvey asked, munching on his cake.

  “Yes, I’ve been developing my portfolio as well, adding past projects from college to it. I just want to make something of myself.”

  “Well, I’m really happy for you. I regret how things ended with your mother, god knows I wasn’t innocent at all..but I guess all marriages have their problems and I suppose in our case it was better to separate.” He sighed. “I’m sorry you had to suffer through that mess. But I’m glad I was able to give you the support you needed to chase your dreams and go to Yale.”

  “It’s okay. Everyone makes mistakes. And I’ll always be grateful for your help with my tuition and everything... So many people have no choice but to graduate with crushing debt and I’m privileged to be able to use all of my energy to start building, rather than paying back,” I gave him an encouraging smile.

  “You have grown into a fine young lady and I can tell you have your priorities straight,” he smiled back at me.

  We finished up our coffees and cakes and then headed out together.

  “Let’s do this a bit sooner next time,” Harvey said and gave me a hug. “Good luck with your internship.”

  “Definitely, thanks for the coffee and cake.”

  I waved at him as he turned in the opposite direction.

  Could this day get any better? I was still feeling eager to find something to treat myself with, so I popped into a few stores. However, nothing really caught my eye.

  Then, an idea came to me: What if I got something that both Lucas and I could enjoy? Tonight would mark three weeks from the start of our agreement and surprising him would make it all the more fun. I had a hunch that the day could, in fact, get much better.

  I pulled out my phone and checked where the nearest Victoria’s Secret was, then started in its direction. Luckily it wasn’t a long walk, not that I minded my pre-noon stroll.

  Once inside the store, curiosity got the better of me. Never before in my life had I shopped for sexy lingerie—my basic ones had done exactly what they needed to do. And truthfully, there had never been anyone to surprise— especially with beautiful, lacy creations. I walked around the shop, browsing all the different types of colorful bras and panties, all in different fabrics. Satin, lace, mesh..the selection was almost too large for my indecisive mind. Finally, I decided on a red lace lingerie set with a suspender belt and thigh high socks.

  Why not go all in if I was going to do it?

  I tried on a few different sizes in the changing room and after finding the one that fit the best, stepped out and headed to the counter. With my wallet a hundred dollars lighter, I decided to continue on my stroll and walk home rather than taking a cab.

  Once at the house, I noticed that my mom still hadn’t made an appearance and rushed to my room. Pulling out my phone, I sent a text to Lucas.

  ‘What time will you be home?’

  My idea was to surprise him as soon as he arrived home. I felt excited and giddy: I knew we both had been waiting for this day for the past weeks—anxiously. Sometimes the situation had almost gotten out of hand. Not that I was complaining. That was just how much we were drawn to each other: like super-strength magnets.

  A minute later, my phone pinged with his reply.

  ‘Six.’

  I had a few hours to kill.

  I ANXIOUSLY WORKED on my sketchbook, catching glimpses at the black and white striped bag every few minutes. At last, at five o’clock, I decided it was time to start getting ready.

  I got up from my chair and walked up to my bed, emptying the contents of the bag on it. I stared at the red lace set questioningly. What had seemed like a great idea earlier today in my blissful mood, was now starting to seem too daring, especially for me. I took a deep breath and shook my head. I was sure my nerves were just getting at me. What I needed was encouragement.

  I left my room to rummage through the fridge and was happy to find an opened bottle of wine there. Encouragement in the form of liquid courage should do the trick. And I really needed courage, especially if I wanted to wear that thing. I poured myself a glass and then headed to the bathroom. I’d start with a shower, move on to beauty stuff, and by the time I’d be squeezing myself into that lingerie set, the wine would’ve worked its magic.

  After showering I moisturized my skin with peach-smelling body butter and then blow dried my hair, so that it was completely straight. I applied minimal makeup on my skin because I really liked how the freckles looked on me. Instead, I brushed some shimmery bronzer and highlighter on my face, and filled in my eyebrows. Then, I finished the look with mascara and red lipstick.

  “That’ll do it,” I muttered at my reflection before getting into the new lingerie. I glanced at the mirror and was struck by surprise: I looked amazing. My second thoughts had indeed been my nerves working on overdrive—this idea had been great. And so unlike my usual self, but in a good way. Gone was the timid nerd with glasses and the bliss I had felt earlier in the day was now reflected in my outer appearance.

  I put on a trench coat to cover my almost-bare body, and after checking the time, 6:15 p.m., stepped outside and walked up his steps and knocked on his door.

  Lucas opened the door quickly, standing before me with a bemused look on his face, his dirty blond hair long and tousled.

  “Why are you wearing a coat..in August?”

  I could almost hear his brain trying to come up with an answer to his own question. I smirked without answering and pushed past him inside. As soon as I heard the door close behind me, I turned to face him and then undid the buttons of my coat. Finally, I let it drop to the floor.

  Lucas’ mouth fell to the floor, just like my coat had only seconds before.

  Chapter 6

  Lucas.

  I seemed to have lost my ability to speak. I stood by the door, my eyes scanning over Amelia’s body that was sporting the sexiest piece of lingerie I had ever laid my eyes on. Finally, I was able to close my mouth.

  “You like it?” she asked coyly, her dark grey eyes flashing with deviousness.

  “Like it? Like it? Are you crazy,” I swallowed, still unable to shift my eyes from her underwear. “I fucking love it.” The words that came out of my mouth were barely comprehensive.

  A wide grin spread across her face and she strutted towards me. Only then I noticed that she was also wearing a pair of heels.

  “This is incredible..you’re incredible,” I managed to blurt out.

  Amelia wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning her body onto mine. “Do you know what day it is?”

  “I have an idea.”

  Before I had a chance to speak another word, her cherry red lips pressed on mine.

  I grunted as my hands skimmed down her body, touching every piece of the irresistible creation she was wearing. Our lips worked in unison, hungry for each other. I reached behind her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her to the bedroom without breaking contact with her mouth.

  I practically threw her on the bed and immediately pulled off my shirt as she simultaneously undid my belt and zipper. As I stepped out of my jeans, we both stared at each other, drinking in the sight of one another's bodies. I glanced down at Amelia sitting on the bed, noticing her eyes fixated on the front of my boxers. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down on it. My cock twitched at the sight.

  I was a lost man.

  I pushed her down on the bed and got on top of her. My lips found hers again, devouring her as I swept my tongue in her mouth, causing her to moan at the invasion. Amelia’s hips pressed against mine and she started grinding against my ever growing erection.

  “I’ve missed this so much,” she gasped as my tongue darted out on her neck, licking it as she whimpered quietly.

  “So have I,” I murmured and moved lower, peppering her smooth, peachy skin with kisses. I stopped my journey at her bra, kissing the lace fabric and then slowly undid the clasp. Her full breasts spilled out, nipples alrea
dy semi-hard and puckering, yearning for my touch. I squeezed one of them between my thumb and forefinger and at the same time flicked my tongue on the other. I could see goosebumps rising on her skin as her breathing turned heavier.

  I circled my tongue around the nipple before mouthing it fully and making it slick with my spit. Pinching the slickened nipple with my fingers, I moved my mouth to the other one, repeating the action. Tiny little moans escaped her mouth as I nipped and sucked on it.

  It was all I needed. To hear her move toward ecstasy as I explored every part of her body. Amelia threw her head back and closed her eyes, beginning to unravel before me as she took in the sensations.

  With one last kiss to her tits, I moved down south, pulling off the suspender belt and then stopping over her lacy panties. The thin fabric did nothing to hide her desire—she was drenched and my mouth watered, eager to taste her after so long.

  I slipped my fingers underneath the waistband and slowly pulled the thong off her. My mouth left featherlight kisses on her legs as I made my way up her thighs, and then finally used my shoulders to push her legs apart. Amelia’s eyes observed me intently as I settled at the apex of her thighs, placing a soft kiss there. In anticipation of what was to come, she bit down on her lip again, and I could see her body trembling.

  It took a single swipe of my tongue over her center to make her lose control. She gasped and her whole body writhed underneath me as the first orgasm slammed into her.

  “Lucas,” she moaned as she slowly regained herself. I was still working on her. I grabbed her legs and pushed them up by her head, creating an easier access for myself. My tongue circled around her hardened nub, then dipped down to her entrance before licking back up to it. Amelia’s legs were shaking in my hold and her eyes rolled back as I continued my assault on her. She was going to orgasm again soon.

  I slid my finger deep inside her, rubbing that one special spot as my mouth wrapped around her clit and sucked. A loud moan escaped her lips and I could feel my finger instantly becoming slick from her juices. I gritted my teeth as my cock throbbed in my boxers. She tasted so good. Amelia’s hips bucked and she cried out as the second orgasm washed over her and her whole body shook beneath me.

  As I made my way back up, Her grey eyes looked directly at me. I pressed my lips on hers, devouring a kiss as I let her taste herself on my lips.

  Our kiss broke apart and her mouth curled upwards into a devious smile. She flipped herself from underneath me, pushing me on my back.

  “Your turn,” she murmured and her eyes stared at the bulge in my boxers.

  I watched, completely unable to move as she lowered down, her nipples trailing down on my skin. With one move she pulled my boxers down, freeing my erection. My swollen cock was throbbing, anticipating, needing to feel her. Amelia reached for it and gently stroked it with her hand.

  I let out a grunt, overcome with how good my cock felt in her hand.

  “Amelia,” I murmured right before her mouth lowered on it. The instant her cherry red lips wrapped around the crown of my cock, I forgot my own name. My eyes rolled back and my whole body tensed up from the sensation.

  She bobbed up and down, her hot mouth covering me and turning me slick with her spit. It was so much better than any fantasy I’d ever had of her. Her grey eyes looked up at me as her lips stroked my length.

  “I can’t hold on for much longer,” I gritted through my teeth.

  She glanced up at me with my cock still in her mouth, her red lips twisting into a grin. I had to look away to prevent the vision from sending me over the edge.

  She was a sight.

  It was too much, too erotic. I sat up and grabbed her from her waist, flipping her down on her back. Her eyes widened from the surprise and she inhaled loudly.

  I took my cock in my hand and rubbed it between her wet folds. Amelia’s hips gyrated against me and then slowly, I pushed into her, savoring every single inch of her as her body accepted me inside.

  “Oh fuck,” I grunted as I finally reached the hilt. I rested there for a moment, letting her adjust to my invasion. My body begged me to move and I began, withdrawing nearly all the way before sliding back in. She whimpered, wrapping her arms around my sides and pulling me to her as my hips moved back and forth. I could feel her getting more and more turned on. I watched her as I continued to fuck her: her face was flustered and her breasts swayed with every thrust. Little moans escaped her open lips and I couldn’t resist connecting our mouths. I slipped my tongue inside hers, moving it to the same rhythm as my cock slid in and out of her.

  I could feel she was close, her fingers grasped the sheets and her hips lifted up to meet my every thrust. I quickened the pace, going fast and deep, then licked my finger and lowered it between us to rub her swollen nub.

  “Come apart for me,” I whispered in her ear.

  Almost immediately, Amelia’s body arched and her mouth formed a perfect O as a loud moan escaped her lips. She contracted around me, squeezing me deeper inside her body, sending me over the edge. I rammed into her, and we both cried out, holding each other as we both exploded. When she had wrung the last drop from me, I collapsed next to her, pulling her closer.

  “Wow,” Amelia said quietly, her grey eyes observing my face.

  “Wow indeed,” I chuckled and turned to face her, kissing her tenderly. “That was worth waiting for a lifetime.”

  She let out a laugh. “I’m glad we didn’t, though.” Amelia fluffed my hair and her stomach growled angrily.

  “I think someone’s hungry from all that exercise,” I winked. “But no worries, your guy Lucas is here to help,” I said and hopped out of the bed. I pulled on my boxers and rummaged an oversized t-shirt from the closet for her.

  “Let’s make some food, I’m hungry as well. You can be my sous chef like last time.”

  Amelia nodded and grinned as I threw the shirt at her, catching it smoothly before pulling it on. I took her hand and pulled her up from the bed and we made our way to the kitchen.

  I couldn’t resist slapping her round ass when she walked before me.

  “Ouch!” she yelled out playfully, flashing a serious look my way.

  I raised my hands up. “I couldn't help it. That shirt does little to hide that thing,” I grinned and winked.

  We spent the next hour making pasta carbonara and then ate it all with a couple of glasses of wine. After we had eaten, we retired back to the bedroom to watch Netflix.

  “What do you wanna watch?”

  Shooting me a devious look, Amelia lifted the laptop from my lap and put it to the side, then got up and straddled me.

  “I think we should save the watching for later,” she whispered in my ear. “There’s still something else I’d like to do...”

  Like magic, I was already getting hard, just from having her hint at me. She began grinding her hips against my growing erection, and I could feel her juices soaking through the fabric. I slipped my hands under her shirt and pulled it off, sucking a nipple into my mouth as I did it.

  She let out a gasp and arched her back, pushing her breasts closer to my face. I sucked on her nipple and slid my hand between us, touching her wetness and circling her sensitive clit. A whimper escaped her lips as I put my hand on the back of her neck, pulling her mouth to mine. She pushed her tongue into my mouth at the same exact time my finger slid inside her.

  Suddenly, Amelia got up on her knees and jerked my boxers down. Without hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and then lowered herself on it. Slowly, she began rocking back and forth and my eyes rolled back, savoring the sensation of her around me.

  Chapter 7

  Amelia.

  The sound of continuous ringing stirred me up from my deep slumber. I glanced to my left, my eyes falling on Lucas, who was still asleep next to me with his arm slung across my body. A happy grin spread across my face as I fished for my phone from the floor.

  “Hello,” I answered, trying to stifle a yawn that was escaping from my mouth.


  “Good morning Ms. Foster,” the voice began. “Sorry to be calling on a Saturday. It’s Connor James. I’m calling on behalf of James & Peterson. We’d be happy to have you join us as an intern. Our hopes are that once you get some experience under your belt, you’ll be promoted to a permanent position.”

  Don’t scream. My lips spread into the widest possible grin.

  “Thank you so much! I would love to,” I gasped.

  “Great, we’ll send all the information to your email. As you stated that you could start immediately, we were hoping to see you on Monday. Is that okay with you?”

  “That’s completely fine. Thank you so much again. I’ll see you on Monday,” I said and he hung up.

  As soon as the call ended I let out a loud squeal, jumping up and down on the bed. Lucas opened his eyes and observed me with a puzzled look.

  “Wha— ” he started saying before I cut him off.

  “I got the internship!”

  His blue eyes lit up and a huge smile spread across his face. “That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you,” he scooped me up in his arms and pinned me down, peppering my whole face with light kisses.

  I started laughing as his lips grazed my skin. “That..tickles!”

  Not showing any mercy, Lucas kept delivering tiny, little kisses on my face while his hands softly tickled my sides, causing me to surrender into a laughing fit. After what felt like a long minute, he finally stopped.

  “I love seeing you laugh,” he muttered and laid his head down on my stomach. I stroked his blond hair, running my fingers through it. The action felt natural, therapeutic even with him laying on me. I could’ve spent the entire day in bed with him in my arms. However, the day had other plans.