Reckless Curves

by Sienna Stapleton

  “You’re not fine,” he said as he stepped in behind me. “You’re eyes are a little glazed and you still seemed a bit spooked. I’m not comfortable with you being behind the wheel when you’re this distracted.”

  I started to argue a second time only, the moment I caught sight of the RV’s interior, I forgot what I was going to say.

  Holy Shit! His tiny house on wheels was nicer than my little townhouse ever thought about being. Taking my time, I slowly scanned my surroundings. A leather recliner flanked either side of the door. To my right was the kitchen area, complete with granite counters, an actual stove, full size refrigerator, wine rack and tile back splash. The opposite wall held one of the largest flat screen televisions I’d ever seen. I could only imagine what the rest of the RV looked like. “Wow, you really went all out with the decorating.”

  “Maybe.” Brent shrugged. “But this is my home away from home and I want it as luxurious as I could afford to make it.” He moved to the mini-bar. “You want a drink?”

  His question pulled me back to the moment and I leveled a knowing look on him. “Why? So you can take my keys under the guise that I’ve had too much to drink and shouldn’t drive? Thank you, but no.” Besides, the last thing I needed was alcohol further impairing my already shaky judgment.

  In an attempt to distract myself from the realization that I was mere feet away from his bedroom, I ran a hand over the back of the real leather couch. “Very nice and big. Does this fold out into a bed too?” The moment the words left my mouth I recognized my mistake. Too bad life wasn’t like the cartoons where you could reach up and pluck the words back out of the air.

  I glanced in Brent’s direction to find him with a wry grin spread across his handsome face. “Sorry, it doesn’t. Why? You thinking about spending the night?”

  Yes! Maybe! I cleared my throat of the words clamoring to escape. “Just covering my bases. So-” I glanced toward the back of the RV. “I take it there’s only one bed in this little home on wheels?”

  He gave my statement a slow nod. “And it’s mine.” His eyes twinkled with mischief as he stalked toward me, closing the distance. “But I’m more than willing to share.”

  Nerves danced in my belly and I shot him a tentative grin. Did he have any idea how badly I wanted to tumble into that bed with him? “I bet you are.”

  In an instant his look turned dark and he took another step toward me, forcing me to take a step back. “I’ve made it no secret that I want you, Shannon.”

  “I know.” I took another slow step back, even as my mind screamed for me to give in. Just what would it be like to go to bed with the owner of Hague Motor Sports?

  He lifted a hand to cradle my cheek. “And I know you want me.”

  Without a thought, I turned into his touch. “That’s beside the point,” I replied as I tried to take another step away and instead came in contact with the counter. He moved in, pinning me between his hard body and the granite. “Let me love you, Shannon. Let me show you pleasures your ex could never have given you.”

  God yes! My body heated beneath his touch and my panties dampened with desire. What little resolve I’d had started to crumble, even as I tried yet another feeble protest. “I told you earlier that I don’t just hop into bed with anyone.”

  “Neither do I,” he replied, then gently bit my earlobe. “But I’m not just anyone.” He held me by the hips and ground his crotch against the pocket between my thighs, providing me evidence of his desire. “Haven’t you ever just wanted to throw caution to the wind and do something reckless and wild?”

  “Sure I have, but-”

  “No buts,” he replied then slammed his mouth over mine, smothering any further protests. His hands gently cupped my face as he drove the kiss deeper, demanding more and more from me until I relented. I gasped, both surprised and aroused by his aggressive nature. Overwhelmed, the last of my defenses fell and I surrendered. No doubt I’d probably regret my actions in the morning, but for tonight...for the next few hours, I wasn’t going to worry about relationships or my weight. I was simply going to allow him to take me to places I’d never been.

  I sank into the kiss, enjoying the parry of tongues as they dueled for dominance. My hands drifted up his muscled back until I gripped his shoulders, clinging to him for balance. He slid his hands beneath my ass and, without effort, lifted me onto the counter. Then he wedged his hips between my thighs until his dick pressed against my aching core. God, it felt good to be wanted again, to know that I could elicit that kind of reaction from such a gorgeous and successful man.

  “We. Shouldn’t. Do. This,” I tried a final, weak protest as my logic put up one last valiant fight.

  “I know,” he replied as he trailed kisses along my chin before returning to my mouth for more.

  “You’re my client,” I said between kisses. “This is wrong.”

  His hands cupped my ass and pulled me against him, grinding his length harder against my mound. The feel of his cock pressed against me, even through my clothing, caused me to moan in response.

  “Then why does it feel so right?” he asked.

  Despite my protests I had to admit it did feel right. No matter how responsible I was or what our working relationship might be, I couldn’t deny the insane attraction pulling us together. Sleeping with him would no doubt complicate my life, but it wasn’t as if my life had been simple to start. In all honesty, I was wetter than I could ever remember being, and all from kissing him. If my body reacted to him like that, just how explosive would it be if I allowed this situation to go all the way?

  Desire spiraled out of control and killed the last of my logic, stomping it into dust. What harm could come from giving in to my desire?

  “Brent!” I gasped as I reached for the hem of his shirt.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “You have too many clothes on.”

  He pulled back slightly and grinned down at me. “I’m glad you finally see things my way.”

  “Brent, shut up and strip.”

  Brent groaned, then gave me a small, mischievous grin and stepped back. “Just so you know.” He grabbed the hem of his polo and pulled it up over his head. “I’m generally the one who gives the orders, so don’t get used to this.”

  Holy Hell! The man was built as well as the engines he put in his cars. At that moment, I would have gladly done anything he demanded of me, so long as he didn’t put his clothing back on. My gaze trailed over him as I feasted on the sight of his delectable flesh. With one hand, I reached out and trailed a finger along the invisible line dissecting the middle of his well-defined abs.

  He arched a brow. “You like?”

  “Hell yeah, I like.” I slid off the counter and moved closer. “If the rest of you is this well-built, I’m going to be in heaven.”

  His wry grin returned. “Well I guess you’ll just have to look for yourself.”

  "I love the way you think, Mr. Hague. That sounds like a fabulous idea." I grabbed him by the neck and pulled his mouth back to mine. A low growl reverberated in his chest, sending a chill racing through my body as he yanked me against him for the second time.

  I slid my hands between our bodies to his waist, then made quick work of his belt. Without hesitation, I unzipped his jeans and delved behind the waistband of his boxers, setting his erection free. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock, thick, hard and ready for action. Slowly, I slid down his body, onto my knees, so I was eye level with his groin. Magnificent was all I could think as I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over the swollen tip.

  He groaned and speared a hand through my hair. “That feels so good, baby, but you don't have to…”

  "I know. I want to," I interrupted, then I opened my mouth and took the uppermost inches of his shaft between my lips. I slid my tongue over his flesh and began to suck, bobbing up and down, taking him deeper with every pass. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his stalk and began to pump in time with my mouth. With my other hand, I cradled his balls,
gently rolling them in my palm.

  Brent’s body jerked and shook as he panted above me. “Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Suck my cock.”

  He grunted and his fingers laced through my hair, pulling tight against my scalp until he controlled my movements. The quick bite of pain excited me beyond comprehension. I’d never been with a man who’d been so willing to take control.

  He held my head still while he thrust into my willing mouth. “Yeah, baby. God, that’s so fucking hot.”

  His praise filled me with confidence and a sudden desire to give him even more. Whatever he wanted from me, I’d happily do. For several long seconds he continued the steady in and out rhythm, before he shoved deep into my mouth, held there and then pulled away.

  “Good God, I have to stop.”

  Confused, and feeling a little empty at his sudden departure, I flicked my gaze upward. “Why? It’s obvious you like what I was doing.”

  “Christ, I do, but if we continued this will be over before it starts.” He reached for me, gently pulling me to my feet. “I want to make this special and memorable and I can’t do that if I come in your mouth. That’s not how I want our first time together to end.”

  The sincerity of his statement pulled at my heart. This wasn’t just some quick encounter for him to get his rocks off. He really did want to make it meaningful for me. I wasn’t normally one to get emotional, but I quickly found myself tamping down a wealth of feelings I hadn’t experienced in quite some time. “Thank you,” I managed to whisper.

  His lips tipped into a smile as he raked a knuckle along my cheek. “Thank you for giving us a shot.” He leaned forward and cupped my face as he gave me a gentle kiss that promised so much more than just great sex. Then he pulled back and quickly kicked out of the rest of his clothes. “I want you in the bedroom where I can feast on you properly.”

  The implications of his words caused a shiver to race through me. Just what did he have in mind? He took my hand in his and slowly led me to the back of the camper, where I found a king size bed waiting. “Nice bed.”

  He kissed my temple. “It will be even better with you naked and lying in the middle of it.” His fingers trailed along my waist and began unbuttoning my blouse. “You have too many clothes on for what I have planned.”

  Feeling a bit cheeky and incredibly sexy, I looked up at him. “Then I guess you better do something about that problem.”

  “I have the solution right here,” he replied as he pushed the unbuttoned shirt off my shoulders, then leaned forward to kiss the flesh where my shoulder and neck met. “God, you’re beautiful.”

  I raised a hand and hooked it around his neck as I sank backwards into his embrace. The shirt fell to the floor without another thought as he slid his hands around my body and palmed my breasts. “This bra is sexy as hell. Do the panties match?”

  “I always coordinate my clothing,” I replied just as I turned my head and mouthed a soft kiss at the base of his neck.

  “Let me see.” His tone told me this wasn’t a request, but an order.

  Without waiting to be told again, I dropped my hands, undid my slacks and let them pool around my ankles.

  His brow winged up at the sight of the lacy thong. “Damn. I can’t believe you were hiding this sexy body beneath all that fabric. Just what other secrets are you hiding, Ms. Meyers?”

  I stepped out of my heels and slowly crawled onto the bed before turning my gaze over my shoulder at him. “I guess you’ll have to try and find out.” I grinned.

  “Is that a challenge?”

  I turned over on my back and leaned up against the headboard. “You bet it is,” I replied, then unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. I should have been appalled at my wanton behavior, but I was too far lost in the moment to care. All I could think about was having Brent inside me. I watched his nostrils flare and his eyes go wide as he stared down at me.

  "Stunning," he whispered as he climbed over my legs to straddle me. "You are absolutely stunning. Wayne was a fool for even thinking about cheating on you.”

  His words struck deep in my heart and I wondered how it was that I could find more comfort and passion with a man I'd known for less than two days, than with one I’d been married to for years.

  The feel of wet heat pulled me from my thoughts as Brent’s mouth centered over my nipple. I reached down and cradled his head, holding him against me. He cupped my other breast, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and finger. Electricity zinged from my taut nipples straight to my needy core. The erotic combination of pain and pleasure set my insides on fire. Foreplay hadn’t been in Wayne’s vocabulary, but apparently Brent knew just how to define the word. He pinched my nipple between his finger and thumb as he grazed the other with his teeth. The erotic flare of pain caused me to squeak in response, even as a fresh shot of liquid pooled between my legs. In a matter of minutes he’d managed to turn me into an incoherent mass of need.

  Just when I didn’t think I could take anymore he let go of my nipple and grinned. “You said earlier that you didn’t know about the whole being a submissive thing. Are you willing to let me start teaching you now?”

  Anticipation and fear sprang like a geyser, dueling for dominance. Could I find it in myself to trust him enough to show me what I didn’t know? I licked my lips as I tried to decide.

  “A sub needs a safe word,” he continued. “You’ll feel better about saying yes if you know you have a way to say stop later." He leaned forward and brushed a kiss across my lips. “The universal safe word is red. You say that word and everything stops, all right?”

  I nodded even before my mind had officially agreed.

  “That’s my girl.” He reached behind me and pulled a pair of soft hand cuffs from between the mattress and frame. Each cuff was tethered to the frame with a strap. My nerves danced even as my need grew. While I might be nervous I really wanted this experience. The sound of Velcro had me eyeing him as he wrapped the first cuff around my wrist. I wanted to think of something pithy to say, some cute little quip, but lust and need scattered my thoughts. He closed the fabric around my other wrist and secured it. “There.” He moved back and grinned. “Perfect.”

  I glanced from one arm to the other and tested the binding. When they didn’t give shock caused me to shudder. Oh God! Somewhere along this journey I’d gone from reading BDSM romances to being in one. Could I handle this? Before I could decide, he began planting slow, lingering kisses downward to the apex of my thighs. I spread my legs in anticipation, granting him the access we both desired. He watched my face as he lowered his head and swiped his tongue across my clit. I sucked in a strangled breath, but otherwise didn’t move.

  “Tough girl,” he murmured before that mischievous grin of his returned. “But I’ll bet that I can have you screaming my name before I’m done with you.”

  I returned his smile. “I’ll take that bet, Mr. Hague.”

  He turned his attention back between my legs and for a moment simply stared at my lady parts. “For the record. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

  His words nearly caused me to blush. Never in my life had anyone called my pussy pretty. He slid a finger through my wetness, inciting a shudder. “It’s all pink and puffy.” He parted my curls. “While I don’t mind a little landing strip down here, I’d rather have you bare.” His fingers tangled in my thatch and gave a little tug. “That way I can see everything and you’ll be much more sensitive and feel everything I do.”

  I watched as he slowly slid a finger down my outer labia. “Without all this hair soaking it up, you’d be so very slick. What do you say, baby? Next time will you shave this for me?”

  Busy trying to process the sensations he created, my mind blanked on his question and I absently nodded my agreement.

  He touched me right over my entrance, swirled a finger around my opening, the sensation maddening. “Good girl. For now though, I’m going to give you everything you deserve and never received.”

  Then much to my confusi
on and dismay he removed his fingers completely, leaving me achy and desperate. Before I could stop it, a pitiful whine escaped my throat and earned me another grin in response.

  “Lesson number one, baby. I decide when to give you pleasure and how much you receive. We have all night, so I’m going to take my time and enjoy you.”

  I almost blurted out a protest, but his words stoked my imagination and I stopped. As much as I wanted him right now, I was also desperate to see what he had in store for me.

  As if I was the most precious thing in the world, he grazed a knuckle along the inside of my thigh, down, then back up, over and around my mound, only to repeat the process on my other leg. I’d never realized how sensitive that area of skin actually was…until now. The exquisite torture had me curling my fingers around the straps securing the cuffs to the bed. If this was some sort of test, I was determined to pass it. My clit throbbed and my pussy clenched emptily each time he passed over my mound without touching me. As much as I wanted to win our bet, my resolve slowly crumbled until I was nothing more than a puddle of need.

  “Please.” The plea tore from me before I could stop it, ending my bid to win.

  Brent flicked his gaze up, his look dark with desire. “Please what?”

  His question only served to confuse my lust filled mind. I stared at him blankly as I struggled to find the right answer. In the novels I’d read, the subs called their Doms “sir” or “master.” Is that what he wanted from me?”

  “Please what?” He repeated then stroked a finger down through my nether lips, scattering my thoughts and forcing the words from my lips.

  “Sir,” I offered, praying it was correct. “Please, Sir.”

  While his eyes remained dark with desire, his lips quirked up at the ends. “Very nice, baby,” he murmured and slid the finger into me. The swift invasion caused the already sensitive nerves inside my vagina to flare to life. Desperate for him to give me more, I arched up even as I whimpered like some needy puppy. I really should have been embarrassed by the way I acted, but at that moment I couldn’t find it in me to be shamed.