Reckless (Irresistible 6)

“Fuck, it feels so good, Adam.”

“Tell me just how good it feels. Tell me how much you’ve wanted my cock,” I said through gritted teeth, the intensity of the pleasure taking over me, nearly blinding me.

Especially as she answered me. Sweet, breathless moans about how wet she’d been for me in that hotel room. How she wished I would’ve climbed into her bed. Pulled her panties to the side and slid my cock right inside her. I groaned as she went on, detailing every dirty thought she’d had all week. I had to force myself not to explode as little moans interrupted her confession about wanting to taste my cock. To feel it stretching her lips as she knelt under my desk.

She had me so turned on I felt fucking lightheaded.

“So good, AJ… so fucking good,” I growled hard enough to come to for a second—to realize her arms were wrapped around my neck now. That my hands were cupping her face, our gazes fiery, burning inches from each other as her perfect pussy milked my cock.

And before I could think twice, I broke the rule.

Jerking her close, I sealed my lips against hers, kissing her for the shortest three seconds of my life before she pulled sharply away, her stunned eyes glowing on me.

Our bodies still rocked against each other as the silence stretched. One second. Then another.

And then our mouths crashed against each other again, my groan rumbling into her as my tongue pulsed against hers, sweeping through her mouth and claiming her like I’d desperately needed to do since that night. Since I had her pushed against the door.

Since I saw her look at me like she needed me.

“Adam…”

Her little whimper came just as I felt her muscles contracting against me, and as soon as I murmured for her to come, she fell apart.

Grasping handfuls of her hair, I groaned at the sweet sound. And as I helped her rock against me, I muttered filth against her lips, praising her tight pussy and urging her to come all over my cock. I gripped her waist as the aftershocks rippled through her, and though she was limp, panting against me for awhile, she slowly returned to swiveling her hips, around and around, faster and harder till she was not only riding me again but coaxing my cock for every drop of cum I had inside me.

When I came, I dug my fingers into her ass, groaning louder than I ever had in my life.

I collapsed against my chair, cursing the stars in my vision because I knew AJ wouldn’t let me have her for much longer. I could already hear her gathering herself, rushing to catch her breath as she lifted herself off of my cock.

By the time I came to, she was still straddling me, gently squeezing the condom off and tying it up to toss into the trash.

And once she was done with that, she smirked at me, clearly enjoying how speechless and goddamned useless she’d rendered me. For once I was quiet. Sucked dry of any asshole humor or smart remarks. All I could do was stare through a heavy-lidded gaze as she took my hands and rubbed them all over her breasts.

“Last chance since you’ll never touch them ever again,” she said.

I blinked, still in a blissed-out daze for half a second. But in a flash, I was alive again, hastily groping and sucking the hell out of her tits, getting my fill and refusing to stop till she pulled away, making me growl as she got off of me.

And once again, I could only watch as she pulled her skirt back down over her smooth thighs, strutting over to her top on the floor and forcing me to stare at the swell of her tits from behind as she bent over to pick it up.

I shook my head to myself as I watched her button it back on, and I was all ready to fuck her again as she peered over her shoulder with a smile.

“‘Night, Adam,” she said, smoothing her hands down her sides before disappearing out of my office and leaving me staring at my door.

Because holy shit, that was amazing. The best thing I’d ever felt.

And quite possibly the worst—simply because I knew I’d never get to feel it again.

13

AJ

There were a quite a few important things I needed to get from the little house in Silver Lake that I’d shared with Caspar as recently as last week. There was my laptop. My passport and Social Security card. There were all my shampoos and comfy pajamas, and the rest of my entire wardrobe, too. Realistically, those items were my priority.

But at this particular moment, all I wanted was my vibrator.

It didn’t even have to be the good one for God’s sake. I’d settle for any at this particular moment, because holy hell was it impossible to stop thinking about Adam this morning.

Flopping onto my back in my lumpy AirBnB bed, I stared at the ceiling, hitting snooze once again so I could just take a little longer to reflect on the next-level craziness that was last night.