Reckless (45 page)

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, “a
gápi mou. Agápi mou, agápi mou!
” I giggled.

“
Every
thing 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 too 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!

“FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!” Christos shouted.

A thick rope of semen jetted out of his cock.

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!” he shouted again.

More and more come gushed out of him, splashing on the shower floor.

“Oh my god!” I blurted. “There’s so much!” Not that I had much to compare it too, but it was a lot more than I had expected.

Christos was lost somewhere. Knowing that I had taken him on this journey was about the coolest thing I’d ever done in the bedroom, er, I meant the shower.
I’d
done it.
I’d
made him come.

Me.

Wow.

I kept wringing the head of his cock with my fingers and pumping the shaft with my other hand, wondering how far I could take things. Christos’ body was sagging against the shower wall. Then suddenly, he lurched forward as my fingers again slid over the head of his cock.

“Fuck! Stop!”

I yanked my hand away, suddenly worried I’d broken something. “I’m sorry! What did I do?”

He slung his arm over my shoulder and kissed my cheek. “The head gets super sensitive after I come. I mean, like, a million times more sensitive.”

“Oh. Is that bad?” I asked, concerned.

He kissed me briefly. “No, it’s all good.” He chuckled throatily. “I mean, crazy, insanely good.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Just, let me relax, and keep doing it, just go slow.”

“Are you sure?”

“Totally,” he moaned.

I started up again, slowly. Every time the ring of my circled fingers squeezed down the head of him, his entire body shivered. I worried he was going to fall to the tiles and hurt himself, he shook so hard.

“More?” I asked uncertainly.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” was all he could say.

Eventually, he knelt down on the tiled floor, and I had to release him from my grasp. He hadn’t come again, but I swear he’d had a five-minute orgasm or something.

“Are you okay?” I asked tentatively.

“I’m about to pass out,” he whispered hoarsely.

Was that a good thing? I wasn’t sure what to do next.

“I’m fine,” he reassured. “Just went to the moon for awhile. Fuck, Samantha, you are a fucking natural at that.”

Christos was kneeling in front of me and leaned his cheek against my stomach. His arms wrapped around my ass and he pulled me into a strangely intimate embrace, his mouth inches above my womanhood.

Wow. I couldn’t believe it. I’d literally brought this insurmountable mountain of a man to his knees.
 

Me.

Whoa.

I couldn’t get over how this magical man was teaching me things about
myself
, things I would never have guessed, as if he knew me better than I knew myself. In many ways, I thought maybe he did. Almost daily he showed me who I
could
be, if I only gave myself a chance and took the risk to try. I’d had no idea.

I could only begin to imagine who I might become with Christos in my life. With him, the stars were the limit.

I suddenly felt overwhelming emotion pour through my body. I loved Christos so much, I wasn’t sure what I would do without him. A powerful protective urge welled up into my chest, heating my heart, filling my body with a womanly fire. This was
my
man. Mine.

I would do anything to keep him safe.

Anything.

I was desperately scared life would snatch him from my arms. I squeezed him as tightly as I could, my hands cradling his head against my belly.

“
Agápi mou
,” I whispered passionately.

“I love you,” Christos said.

Why was I suddenly so terrified?

SAMANTHA

After we cleaned up from our shower, we went downstairs.

Spiridon was sitting in the kitchen, sipping coffee. “Good morning,
Samoula!
” He smiled from ear to ear. My parents never smiled in the morning.
 

And I never looked at them ten minutes after having tons of sex. Heck, I don’t think I could be in the same
city
as my parents for at least ten days after what Christos and I had done upstairs. My face boiled over. Hopefully Spiridon thought it was from the shower. Er, I mean, from taking a shower, alone, like a proper girl. Crap, I needed to run out the front door and drive off before embarrassment caused me to spontaneously combust.

“Hey,
Pappoús
,” Christos said. He didn’t seem the slightest bit uncomfortable. “How was Walt?” He walked up to his grandfather, leaned over with an arm around the man, and kissed the top of his head.

Wow, I would never kiss my dad or mom like that under any circumstances. Had I woken up in the Twilight Zone? Without giving it a second thought, I wrapped my arms around Spiridon and gave him a huge hug. “Morning!”

He rubbed my back while he said, “Good morning to you too,
koritsáki mou!
”

My embarrassment disappeared as quickly as it had overtaken me a moment ago. I didn’t feel weird at all. Probably because Spiridon didn’t act weird. He probably didn’t even give what Christos and I were doing a second thought. I could easily get used to this.

My parents, on the other hand, would be prodding for cracks in my defenses, snooping around for whatever inappropriate behavior I had most recently engaged in. I was so done with that kind of treatment.

Christos made us breakfast while Spiridon and I sat at the table.

“Walt was terrific,” Spiridon said. “We had a good talk. Mended some fences.”

“That’s great,” Christos said.

What was the mystery behind the history between Walt Childress and Spiridon Manos? I still had no idea. It didn’t seem like any answer would be forthcoming over breakfast.

Afterward, I drove to my apartment in my VW and told the manager about moving out. He told me I had to give a 30-day notice in writing, and I had to pay the pro-rated amount for the days in March I hadn’t yet paid for. Oh well, at least I was moving out.

As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t quit Grab-n-Dash right away, but I was happy to keep my job at the Eleanor M. Westbrook art museum for the rest of the academic year. It seemed like I got more studying done for Sociology and History at the museum than I did anywhere else anyway, so that was okay. I was all about killing two birds with one low-stress on-campus job.

I left my apartment and drove to campus by myself. For the first time since I’d started at SDU, my drive didn’t feel one bit lonely.

I was totally wrapped up in the warm embrace of Christos and his welcoming grandfather. I had never experienced this sense of pervasive peace growing up. My life had always been tense, nervous, filled with problems and worries and frustrations.

I started to wonder if perhaps all those concerns my parents labored under were nothing more than their own creations. It’s not like they were broke, or had major health problems, or dangerous jobs. They just didn’t seem happy. Like they didn’t know
how
to be happy.

Was it that simple?
 

I didn’t really know. But I did know that I was starting to feel a happiness and contentment that was worth it’s weight in gold. No, strike that. At this rate, I think my happiness was verging on priceless. I had discovered the greatest treasure a person could hope to find in life.

Unconditional love from my second family.

I was beaming with a huge smile when I parked on campus at SDU and walked to Oil Painting class.

SAMANTHA

My happiness bubble burst when I walked into the Oil Painting studio in the Visual Arts building.

Kamiko had set up at an easel between two other students. Up until the fiasco with Brandsome at Charboneau Gallery, she had always set up next to me and Romeo. Ever since then, she’d set herself up so that there was no room for me or even Romeo.

I felt terrible about the whole thing. I’d tried to apologize to her about Brandsome via texts, emails, stopping by her dorm room, anything I could think of. But she wasn’t ready to talk. All I could do was give her space.

I set up my paints, brushes and palette at a free easel, and saved the space next to me for Romeo. He was running late today. When he finally came in, he set his book bag down next to me and pulled out his supplies.

“Hey, Sam,” he said, somewhat flustered.

“I think this is the first time I’ve ever made it to class before you,” I said in a friendly voice.
 

“I was up late working on another scene for Playwriting. I had to get it just right,” he smiled. His expression dropped when he saw Kamiko ignoring us on the other side of the room. “I see that Kamiko still looks like a wounded bunny rabbit. Poor thing.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. I had already told Romeo in detail what had happened at Charboneau with Brandon and how he broke Kamiko’s heart. “You told Kamiko I was sorry again, right?”