Page 1 of A Little Bit Reckless

CHAPTER

ONE

Wells

My dick disappeared into this dude’s mouth, and my eyes rolled back.

About fucking time.

It took me forever to get hard, and, by the time I did, I was bored. I shoved him down hard on my cock. “Choke.”

He did, his throat closing around my dick. He started to play with my balls, and I slapped his hand away. People tried to get fancy, and I just needed this dude’s fucking throat.

Yes.

I gave in to the pleasure and finally got hard again. I didn’t know if it would be possible, as it was getting increasingly more difficult to get out of my head these days.

I drilled into this guy’s throat. His name was Brad or Chad or some shit.

“God, Wells,” he groaned, choking on my cock. He tried to talk some more, but I held him down. I hatedfucking talkers. Even still, he pulled back, and my dick fell out of his mouth with a pop. He gripped my hips. “Use me.”

I smirked that people actually liked this shit, getting used.

I certainly allowed my clout to get me whatever partners I wanted. It was easy, so I did.

I dug my head back into my pillow as the dude swallowed me whole again. It should be weird doing this shit in my childhood bedroom, but it wasn’t. These sheets got a lot of mileage in high school, but not so much since I went off to college.

Shit, I’m losing my boner.

My dick was literally going soft in this dude’s mouth, and how was that shit fucking possible?

You know how.

Ignoring that shitty-ass thought, I rolled my head back more, until my gaze caught on to its intended target. I think most people thought I was intoThe Lord of the Ringsbecause I was a guy, and that was a cool-ass movie. Itwasa cool-ass movie, but the giant poster of Orlando Bloom in full-out elven gear wasn’t there because I was into battle scenes and glowing rings.

My hard-on back, I rammed my cock faster into this guy’s throat. I guess I went through a little bit of aLegolas the elfphase in high school. Shit, I was still into that phase, considering my choice to dye my hair white blond.

When this guy attempted to leave my cock and angle up to kiss me (and touch my fucking hair), I shoved him off me. His eyes flashed. “Hey?—”

His mouth was back on my dick. His eyes rolled back as I fucked into his mouth and, where I should be using the elf poster in my face as a visualization to get off, I wasn’t. Another face came into my mind. One with a smart mouth, brown eyes…

My orgasm on the brink, I gripped the fucking Legolas poster in anticipation. I was almost there. One more thrust and?—

“Wells!”

Shit.

I fell off the bed rolling away from this dude and I was glad I had because my pants were there. The guy on my bed poppedhis head over the side. He was a redhead. Go figure. He blinked. “Shit, man. Is that your?—”

“Wells Ambrose, you better hopeto Godyou’re not up there, because your mother and I have a bone to pick with you!”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I assumed what the guy just heard answered his question about who was yelling my name. This was a modest-size town, but everyone knew the Ambroses. We were one of few families who built Maywood Heights into what it was. Everyone knew my parents. Everyone knew me.

That’s the last time I bring a dude home from the fucking gas station.

I found his clothes and shoved them at him. He was only in his boxers.