Reckless

My gorgeous mermaid slides down to her knees, the sight of which jerks my cock in anticipation.

“Do you have a condom?” she asks softly as she wraps her slender hand around my length and kisses the tip.

I watch her pink tongue dart out to taste me, to lick off the bead of cum weeping out of me.

Breathe.

Don’t blow all over her pretty face.

That would be rude.

And anti-climactic.

Her eyes shift up, and I remember she asked a question. “Yeah.” I clear my throat. “I do.”

Mentally, I thank my brother for being a nosy son-of-a-bitch and bringing me a box when it was clear I had it bad for this girl.

At first, she licks around the crown with teasing sucks and hungry noises that’s better than any spank bank material I’ve ever had. Because she is the fantasy. Long, wet hair tumbles over her shoulder, and I reach down to squeeze her ripe breasts that are flushed and full.

Mist rises around us, and my beautiful woman is kneeling before me, giving me the blow job of my life.

She strokes me with long pulls, all the while lavishing me with tantalizing licks, pausing once to glance up at me.

She’s such a vision. Eyes bright and vulnerable. Cheeks glowing and pink. Lips wet and swollen.

It’s only a moment, but that look is almost better than the blow job. Because it tells me she cares. That she’s invested. That she wants me as much as I want her.

Leaning back down, she welcomes me into her mouth again, the sensation so intense, I have to balance against the shower wall.

Fuck. She feels good.

Wet warmth envelops me while her fingers score my thigh like she’s trying to get closer. The sight of her stretched wide, sucking my crown before taking me down her throat, sends heat searing through my body. Instinctively, I wrap her long hair in my hand, a little moan escaping her when I fist it tight.

I don’t mean to do it, to pull, but then her hooded eyes lift to mine, and I realize she likes it, so I do it again, harder this time, yanking her down on me, the groan vibrating out of her tightening my balls.

“Jesus. Yes. Take it, baby. You feel amazing, letting me fuck your mouth.”

Words spill out of me, shit I’ve never said in my life, because I was raised to respect women, but for some reason, Tori makes me want to own her in every filthy way imaginable. Based on the smile in her eyes and the care in her touch, she very much likes the praise. Likes the way I thrust into her and swell against her tongue.

Because when I let go of her hair, her hands dig into my thighs and she holds me down the back of her throat. Goddamn.

It’s too much. Too raw. Too carnal. With a pained groan, I close my eyes so I don’t explode like a geyser.

As gently as I can, I pull her off and run my thumb along her swollen lips. “You okay? I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

She blinks, sending droplets of water to her cheeks, and nods slowly, but I can see the worry in her eyes when she quietly asks, “Did you… did you not like it?”

Leaning down, I pick her up, needing to feel her against me. “Fucking loved every moment of it.” Which I underscore with a ravenous kiss. “But I don’t want to end this with the world’s best blow job.”

Her airy laugh fills the room as I stalk out of the shower, reaching into the cabinet and fumbling with the condoms until I have one in hand. All the while she clings to me. Naked and pliant and so fucking exquisite, she steals the breath right out of my lungs.

The cold air makes her nipples tighten, and I can barely focus on putting one foot in front of the other to get us back under the warm jets. The moment I do, she wiggles out of my arms, plucks the condom from my hand, and rips it open with her teeth. A second later, she reaches between us to roll it on.

Perfect fucking woman.

I scoop her up again, two seconds from spearing her on my cock, but manners.

“Can you take me like this?” Not trying to brag, but I’m a big guy, and she’s, what, five foot three? Maybe?

But she’s nodding and kissing me and telling me to hurry and when my fingers sink into her warm center from behind, finding her even wetter than when she came against my mouth, I can’t hold back any longer.

Leaning her back against the tile, with one hand on her curvy ass and one hand on my length, I prod against her opening. It takes a second to work my way in, the torturously erotic strain of it all making me throb harder.

Her eyes flutter closed and her mouth parts in a moan that tells me this feels as good for her as it does for me. Seeing her like this, thighs parted on mine, breasts heaving, nipples tight, it almost does me in.

“Tori, baby,” I groan into her hair, blissed-out of my mind to be with her like this. “You’re so beautiful. You feel so fucking good.” It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone. My whole body sizzles in expectation of delving deeper.

Her legs tighten around me, but then she hooks her feet against my thighs so she can lift herself, just an inch, before she settles down again, and I have to watch every mesmerizing second. Watch where we connect. Watch how she swallows me up. How she squirms and moans and shivers in my arms as she sinks lower.

I grab her ass with both hands to help her. Then we’re kissing, and she’s yanking on my hair, and I’m so goddamn deep I bottom out with a grunt.

And though my balls are tight and I’m really fucking close to coming, a gentleman always puts a lady first.

With her thighs plastered to mine and her wetness coating my cock, I snake a hand between us to rub that sweet nub until she’s bucking and crying out. Until she’s pulsing on me and grinding down so hard, I explode too, emptying into her with such force, I have to wrap my arms around her and lean against the wall so we don’t collapse to the ground.

Has it ever been that good before?

We shudder on each other, aftershocks working their way through our connected bodies. Like fault lines after an earthquake, the ground shifts, the scenery rearranges, but the pieces fit back together.

In this case, the aftermath is better because Tori is in my arms, blinking up at me with heat and sweetness in her eyes.

Maybe she’s what I’ve needed all along.

I dry her off and wrap her in a huge towel, while those drowsy hazel eyes stare up at me.

This—her, me, us—this feels right, and I’m smiling like a fool when I toss on a pair of boxers to check on the kids, who are still asleep.

Breathing a sigh of relief that my kids are conked out, I turn in the hall and nearly bump into Tori, who’s now wrapped in her thin pink robe. I take my time admiring her long lean legs and the way the robe drapes over her hips and breasts, ignoring the twitch in my groin.

“Where you going?” I whisper.

Because it looks like she’s headed to her room.

Her soft voice is so low, I have to strain to hear her. “Thought you’d want to get to bed. Want your space. I know you have to get up early.”

I almost laugh. With my lips grazing her ear, I ask, “Is that really what you want? To sleep in your room? If it is, that’s fine, but I’d rather have you in my bed.”

She smiles against my shoulder. “Yeah?”

I pull back just far enough to look her in the eye. “Sweetness, you’re mine now, right?”

That smile tugs up further. “Yes.”

“And what happened back there…” I hook my thumb over my shoulder. “That wasn’t a late-night booty call. That was us taking the next step, which means I definitely want you in my bed.”

Every.

Damn.

Night.