Bad Boys Break Hearts

by Smeltzer, Micalea

  He kisses his way down my neck and sits up slightly. Instead of taking my shirt off he eases it up my stomach lowering his head to swirl his tongue around my belly button.

  “Mascen,” I plead, my fingers threading through his silky hair. “Please.”

  I don’t even know what I’m begging for. This. More. Everything.

  I need it all. I need him.

  “Shh,” he hushes, tipping my head back, thumb on my bottom lip. “I’ll take care of you.”

  His tongue sweeps against mine, a gentle claiming. He’s not as wild as he’s been in the past where it was like he had no control. This is purposeful and I know then he definitely won’t be stopping tonight.

  When my lips are swollen and bruised feeling he sits up removing his shirt. He hooks his thumbs in the back of it yanking it up and over. I watch the way his abdominals flex, my throat growing tight. It’s unfair for one human being to be so utterly perfect. I trace the contours of his stomach, down, down, down over the hair trailing from his navel until I stop, popping the button on his jeans open.

  He grabs my hand and my eyes flick up to his. They’re still darker than normal, there’s something eerie about them but I’m not afraid.

  “I’m in charge.” God, his commanding ways shouldn’t turn me on so much, but my hand slackens and he releases it when he knows I’m going to listen. “Arms up.” I do as he says, staring into the depths of his eyes the entire time I do. With my shirt gone, he reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. It falls to my elbows and he yanks it off. Cupping his hands around my breasts like he’s testing their weight he murmurs out a pained, “Perfect. Fucking perfect.”

  He lowers his head swirling his tongue around first one nipple and then the other. My back bows and he grips my waist, holding me up since we’re both still on our knees.

  “I wish I didn’t want you so bad,” he growls, undoing my belt and then the button on my jeans. “But I can’t help it.” He kisses me deeply and when he pulls away he keeps a gentle hold on my chin looking into my eyes as he says, “You were made for me, Rory.” He pulls off my jeans and underwear taking in my naked body with hungry eyes. I wish he was wearing less but I know better than to open my mouth. “Lie back,” he commands. I do what I’m told and he wears a wicked grin.

  He lowers his body, grinning at me again before his mouth finds my core. A small gasp leaves me as he rolls his tongue around the sensitive nub of nerves. “Mascen,” I moan, trying to keep my body still. I can’t help but wiggle, the feelings too much, too consuming.

  He presses down on my hips, holding me hostage as his tongue strokes my pussy. He’s slow, purposeful. He clearly knows what he’s doing and my body can tell. Perspiration dampens my skin. He looks up at me then, his lips glossy and plumper than normal. “I’m not rushing things with you.”

  I whimper when he sucks on my clit sliding two fingers into my pussy at the same time.

  Mascen is going to kill me, I’m sure of it—if not him then the pleasure.

  He savors me, his fingers working slowly to build the pressure. When I finally orgasm the spasms feel like they go on forever. My body shakes uncontrollably and he’s there to hold me his eyes watching with delight. He just played my body like an instrument and I didn’t even mind. I’m supposed to hate him but my body certainly hasn’t gotten the memo. Let’s face it, I’m not sure I can hate him anymore. There are so many layers to Mascen, and all I’ve seen for months is the masks he wears to keep others at arm’s length. But that’s dropping and I like the man underneath far too much.

  “Are you ready for me, Princess?”

  Is my body ready? Yes. My heart? Not in a million years.

  I give him a silent nod. I can’t stop this now even if he breaks my heart in the end.

  He presses a kiss to my neck right where my pulse races. He stands, having to bend slightly in the treehouse, and takes off his jeans and boxer-briefs. His cock stands out proudly from his body, the hair around it trimmed neatly. He smirks when he sees me staring but I refuse to be ashamed.

  He pales, cursing under his breath. Before I can ask what’s the matter he blurts, “Please, for the love all that is holy, tell me you’re on birth control.”

  I nod weakly. After my scare with the Plan-B I went to the free clinic and got on birth control. I’ve never missed a dose. I’m not ready to be a mom.

  “Thank fuck.” He looks up at the ceiling like he’s saying a literal prayer.

  He gets on his knees between my legs. Wrapping his fist around his cock he guides it to my pussy, teasingly pushing it in before retreating. A whimper sweeps past my lips. I desperately need him inside of me. It’s been too long and I know sex with Mascen will be like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

  He pushes in a little more than the last time and pulls out.

  “Oh my God, Mascen, just fuck me already.”

  His laugh is raspy. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

  He keeps teasing, building up the anticipation. I whimper and the small sound only serves to empower him.

  When he finally plunges all the way into the hilt it takes me by surprise, a scream tearing from my throat. He silences me with a bruising kiss, my scream quickly turning into a moan.

  “Fuck, you feel so good. Better than I imagined.” He rocks into me, his thrusts deep and slow, so unlike what I expected.

  His forehead presses gently against mine, our breaths mingling in the air. I reach up, twining my fingers in his hair. His eyes close momentarily and I take the moment to stare at him without being seen—to absorb the unbridled pleasure he feels because of me.

  When his eyes open the stormy gray color nearly takes my breath away. He holds his body weight above me, his large hands braced on each side of my head. I want this moment to go on forever, me and him in this little bubble where nothing else exists.

  “K-Kiss me,” I beg, my voice barely audible.

  “Why?” He teases, never wanting to give me what I want.

  With my hand that’s in his hair I pull him down to my lips. He doesn’t fight me but I feel his smile before he kisses me.

  He takes my cheek in his right hand, sliding his hand down my neck. His thumb rolls in slow circles. His touch both calms and ignites something in me—a part that aches for more. I know it’s silly and selfish to wish for more from Mascen, for something real, and if all I have is now I’m stupid enough to take it.

  “More,” I plead.

  He shakes his head, the ends of his hair tickling my forehead. “Not this time.”

  Gripping my hips, he holds them up changing the angle and I gasp as it sends him even deeper.

  “Mascen!” I cry out his name, my teeth slamming together as I try to quiet myself.

  “You fucking love my cock inside you, don’t you?”

  “Y-Yes,” I pant, out of breath.

  “Good girl,” he rumbles, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip before slipping inside my parted mouth. “Suck.”

  I do what he says, wrapping my mouth around his thumb and sucking on it like it’s his cock in my mouth.

  His eyes dilate, narrowing on my rounded lips. Closing his eyes he mutters out a string of indecipherable curse words, his hips bucking harder against mine.

  Lowering to his forearms he frames my body. His hand skims around my left breast, down the curve of my waist, stopping at my thigh where he slips it between us rubbing my clit. My back bows from the added friction. My pussy clenches around him and I know I’m close to coming.

  “Fuck,” he bites out, “I’m so close. Tell me you’re almost there.”

  I nod since I can’t make sense of words right now.

  His touch becomes rougher, his hips moving against mine faster.

  The orgasm builds and builds until I fall off the edge. He’s right there with me, his cock stiffening inside me as he comes. He stays there for a moment, frozen, before finally rolling off of me and gathering my naked body against his. He buries his head into the crook of my neck. I giggle from the
feel of his hair against my sensitive skin. He kisses what I’m beginning to realize is his favorite spot on my neck. His arm wraps around my body holding me still so I can’t move away.

  I never would’ve thought it, but Mascen likes to cuddle. I’ve never been much for hanging around after the deed, but I know this with Mascen is different. I haven’t figured out in what way. I reach for his hand, twining our fingers together.

  It’s quiet between us, just our breaths and the sounds of the crickets outside.

  “What are we doing?” My lips pressing into the top of his head the way he’s tucked into me, his head now lying on my breast. “What is this?”

  He stiffens but doesn’t try to move away from me.

  “I don’t know. Do we need to label it?”

  “No. But this is something right? You feel it too?”

  He doesn’t answer for a while and I’m worried I’ve pushed too far. This is unfamiliar territory for me and it seems to be that way for him.

  Finally, when I think he’s fallen asleep, he murmurs, “Yeah, it’s something.”

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Mascen

  Arriving back on campus feels stifling. A weight I hadn’t realized had left is suddenly back. Here, things are different. People know me one way, but over the last two weeks Rory has unknowingly been whittling away at that version of me. It’s both thrilling and terrifying.

  I pull up outside her dorm putting my Land Rover in park. She sighs, looking crestfallen, but she doesn’t say anything.

  That’s one of the things I like about her. She’s not whiny and she won’t beg.

  “It looks like this is where we part.”

  “I can carry your bag up.”

  She shakes her head. “It’s not that heavy and there’s an elevator. I can handle it. Besides, I’m sure most girls are arriving back right now and you’d cause a riot.” I grin at that, amused by the idea. “Don’t be so smug about it,” she mutters, reaching for the seatbelt. “You know most of the girls on campus are in love with you. I heard one girl already has personalized wedding invitations printed.”

  I stare blankly at her. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

  She rolls her eyes. “You’re annoyingly gullible.”

  She reaches for the door but I pull her back, my eyes searching her face before making eye contact. “I don’t … I don’t know how to do this.” I wave a hand between us.

  “How about you don’t overthink it?”

  “I’m not good at that either.”

  “Maybe you should practice instead of thinking the whole world and everyone in it needs to cater to you and your sensitivities.” She sticks her tongue out at me playfully.

  I don’t want to say goodbye to her. I know when she gets out of the car everything changes. We’re in a different world now. Things aren’t the same on campus like they were at my home.

  Cradling her cheek in my hand I rub my thumb over her silky soft skin.

  “What is it?”

  “Nothing,” I murmur, lowering my mouth to hers. A tiny mewling sound leaves her throat. I don’t think she’s even aware of the noises she makes when I kiss her, but I love every single one.

  I don’t want to let her leave the car, but I know she has to go. I pull away and her eyes slowly blink open, hazy with lust. Last night in the treehouse feels like forever ago. I want her again and again, but I know I have to let go. For now.

  “You better get out, Princess. I might corrupt you if you stay any longer.”

  She shakes her head free of cobwebs, her tiny smile amusing to me. She gets out, grabbing her bag from the backseat. I roll down the passenger window when she pauses outside of it.

  “What?”

  Her smile grows. “Why do you think it’s you that’s doing the corrupting?”

  She winks and before I can generate a response she’s walking away. I think she purposely puts more sway in her steps to entice me. If we were anywhere else I’d be out of this car and on her in a heartbeat, tossing her over my shoulder and carrying her to bed.

  * * *

  It’s late at night before Cole gets home. He finds me lounging in the living room watching TV. His heavy duffle bag hangs off his shoulder and he looks tired.

  “Fuck,” he rubs his eyes, “there was an accident on the highway. It took an extra two hours to get home.”

  “That’s the worst.” He’s only been home two-point-five seconds and I already feel guilt creeping in. I’m not one to normally feel that way—I do what I want without remorse, but I know if he finds out Rory went home with me it won’t sit well. Clearing my throat I turn the volume down on the TV. “Need me to grab anything from your car?”

  “Nah.” He drops his heavy bag down on the floor. “This was it.”

  He crosses the room to the kitchen grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Want one?”

  “I’m good.”

  He comes back dropping onto the opposite end of the couch. “How was your break? Everything good at home?”

  I cross my arms over my chest, not seeming to know what to do with my hands.

  “It was nice, my cousin flew in from California.”

  “Hmm.” He takes a swig of beer.

  “What about you?”

  “It was nice seeing my parents and sister, but I’m glad to be back.” He kicks his feet up on the ottoman. “Don’t get me wrong, I love them, but being on my own-or you know, rooming with you—is a lot more peaceful.”

  “Don’t forget no one bossing you around.”

  He chuckles. “Amen.”

  My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out finding a text from Rory.

  Princess: Hey, Satan—how’s the temperature in hell? Not warm enough without me, amiright?

  Me: You definitely make things hotter.

  I glance at Cole but he’s busy looking at the TV.

  Me: You get settled all right?

  Princess: I just gasped. Are you concerned about me?

  Me: It was a question.

  Princess: I’m fine.

  Me: Just fine? Last night you were screaming my name, you should be fucking fantastic.

  Princess: You’re not fucking me right now are you? No, so just fine it is.

  Me: Are you saying you want me to fuck you right now?

  Princess: I’m going to bed.

  Me: I was just getting started. We can dirty talk.

  Princess: I’m ignoring you.

  Me: You’re evil. You can’t bring up this topic of conversation and just ditch me.

  But of course she does just that and stops replying.

  “You’re smiling, it’s weird,” Cole remarks. My head jerks up to look at him.

  “I’m not smiling.” I put my phone away before he can see the screen, not that he’d know who Princess is, but the contact name would still pique his interest.

  “You definitely are. Who is it?”

  I roll my head towards him playing nonchalant. “Nobody, seriously.”

  He stands, the empty beer bottle dangling from his fingers. “You know, when someone says nobody it usually means it’s somebody special.” He walks past me, smacking me on the shoulder. “You deserve to be happy man. Whoever she is don’t fuck it up.”

  I hold my breath as he throws away the bottle and grabs his bag heading up the stairs. Something tells me if he knew it was Rory he’d be singing a different tune.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Rory

  “Who knew college would require so much studying?” Kenna breaks the long silence between the three of us. We commandeered a table in the library hours ago and have been studying ever since.

  It’s been two weeks since we got back from break, which required a lot of explaining on my part to Kenna, and filling Li in on the Mascen situation. I told them about growing up beside him and how we’d both been surprised to run into each other here. They thought it was romantic, some kind of once in a lifetime thing. I wasn’t sure about that but I did know my hatred for Mascen
had reluctantly melted into like.

  “Well, it is college.” Li nibbles on the end of a Twizzler she snuck in.

  “I was being sarcastic.” Kenna tosses a Sour Patch kid at her. “Even with snacks I’ve lost all motivation.”

  Closing the textbook, I rest my elbow on the table and my head in my hand. “Motivation left me about an hour ago. My eyes are crossing.”

  “Finals are a bitch.” Kenna slides her laptop away from her like maybe the distance will give her clarity.

  “And we have three more years of this.” I point out.

  She narrows her eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

  Li finishes her Twizzler, turning her dark gaze my way. “Tell us more about Mascen. You guys are still talking, right?”

  I wave a dismissive hand like it’s really not that big of a deal. “A few texts here and there.”

  More than a few but I want to keep that information to myself. We haven’t seen each other in person since he dropped me off. Thanks to classes and both of us studying non-stop it’s been impossible to meet up. He did show up at Marcelo’s one evening and sat at the bar nursing a glass of whiskey. The way Heather kept eyeing him and then me I’m thinking he bribed her for my schedule. I’m also certain she’s planning our wedding and she doesn’t even know our past or that I went home with him for Thanksgiving. If she did she’d move from wedding planning to naming our kids.

  “Sexy texts?” Kenna waggles her eyebrows. “Please tell me they’re dirty.” Heat rushes to my cheeks and she gasps. “Oh my God, they totally are! Ugh, tell me about them.” She reaches across the table laying her hand on mine. “I need to live vicariously. I’m lonely.”

  “I-I they’re not—I—”

  “Oh, Kenna, leave her alone. They’re still figuring things out.”

  Kenna frowns. “But we’re friends. I need details.”

  I swipe one of her Sour Patch kids. “There’s really nothing much to tell. We’re flirting, but I haven’t seen him since we got home from break.” I mean, I have at the restaurant, but I know she’ll read more into that than there is.