Cocky Prick: A Bad Boy Romance

by Tessa Thorne

  He growls like an animal as he presses the slick tip of his cock against my pink rosebud, and shoves his full length inside me. He pounds me hard, without mercy. I’m not the innocent housewife from the Upper West Side he thought I was. I’m his little freak, willing to give him what those bar sluts can’t.

  I bite down on my lip as I cum hard, my body thrashing against the couch. I lie there for I don’t know how long, taking deep breaths, feeling spent. It’s nice to finally be able to relax and enjoy a moment to myself.

  I clean myself up, head to my room and crawl under the blankets. As I drift off to sleep, I hope I don’t wake up to find another woman in this house.

  Chapter Nine

  Rocco

  “This place is fucking packed, bro,” Pinky says as I clap arms with him and pull him into a hug.

  “This kid,” I say, shaking my head. “Always with the bro shit. The fuck should I do with him, Vini?”

  “If I was you, I’d have already taken his other pinky.” Vini laughs.

  “Dude, don’t say shit like that,” Pinky complains. “I can never tell if you’re joking or not.”

  Vini grins. “I’m not.”

  Pinky fakes a laugh and turns away from him. Knowing Vini, he would. He’s a fucked-up dude. But loyal. If shit went down, I’d want Vini guarding my back.

  “Where the fuck is Mikey?” Vini asks just as I see his tall ass head popping up over the crowd.

  He pushes his way past the line and we all share another round of hugs before heading past the bouncers into the packed bar. It’s loud and steaming from the body heat. The AC system doesn’t stand a chance on a night like this.

  I lead the way to the VIP area, and the bouncer nods at us as he parts the velvet rope. We get our usual table. Looks like no other crews are here tonight. We have the place all to ourselves.

  “There’s some fine dime pieces up in this piece,” says Mikey, his eyes nearly closed from smoking too much weed.

  “Shit.” Vini laughs. “If they’re fine enough to get you talking, you know we’re in for a good night.”

  Pinky turns to me and claps me on my shoulder. “You want to mark your girl so we don’t waste our time?”

  Mikey laughs, and I turn to Pinky. “Have at it, bro,” I say, gesturing to the crowd. “I ain’t feeling it tonight.”

  Mikey’s grin goes wider and he forces his eyes open. “What is happening right now?” He laughs. “Is this real life?”

  “Fuck, man.” Vini laughs. “You lose your mojo just 'cause you got rejected on that big hit?”

  I shoot a glare at him that makes them all stop laughing.

  “Whatever man,” he says, turning to Pinky. “Get the table some fucking drinks. I’m thirsty.”

  Pinky slaps me again on the shoulder as he waves a waitress over. She steps in past the bouncer, glancing at me from the corner of her eyes, her lush red lips open in a tempting smile.

  I don’t remember exactly when we fucked, but it was a few weeks ago and she’s been hungry for more since. On a normal night, I’d be tempted. I’ve always been a sucker for the way they dress the cocktail girls in this joint. A pair of fuck-me boots, leather skirts that barely graze the tops of their thighs, and crop tops with their bras poking through.

  Pinky starts giving her the order, and she tosses me another look as she nods to him. The way she blinks those long lashes, the way she shifts that tight little ass toward my face, and the way she bites her bottom lip should all get my cock stirring, but I got no room in my mind for her. She was just an easy lay. I hooked up with her on a night I didn’t feel like trying hard. Took her to the backroom and fucked her till she was ready to pass out. Mikey did me a solid and took her home.

  I ain’t got time for a broad like that. Not when all I can think about is Caitlyn. It’s crazy how that little bit of her breasts showing through her bathrobe got me harder than this slut who’s showing more skin than she’s got clothes, with a smile promising a guaranteed blowjob.

  “Hey, Rocco.” Pinky waves his hand in front of my face. “You still with us? Usual tequila, right?”

  “Get your hand out my face,” I say. “You should know what I drink by now. What have I been drinking since I was fourteen years old?”

  Pinky holds up his hands in surrender. “Alright. I got it.”

  On her way out, the waitress gives it one last try, bending over to pick up a loose napkin on our table, shoving her ass right in my face. Pinky looks at me like I’m possessed when I nudge her out of my face with the back of my hand against her hips. Vini bursts out laughing when she shoots me a glare on her way out.

  “I don’t know what the fuck is up with you,” he says, slapping me on my knee. “But if it leaves more of these girls for us, all’s the better.”

  I sit back, bobbing my head to the music and watching the crowd until the drinks arrive. The waitress – and I still can’t remember her name – is a lot less friendly on her return trip. But the tequila is chilled, the glasses are frosty and my boys are down for a shot. They better be. I may not be in the mood for easy pussy, but I am in the mood to drink.

  By the time the bottle is half finished, my crew’s found a gaggle of broads to invite into the VIP section. Any other day, this would be a good thing. Today it’s just fucking annoying.

  Mikey’s macking on a redhead. He never strays from his type. It’s always either a redhead or a black girl. Strange combo, but I don’t pretend to understand Bostonians.

  Pinky’s trying his luck with two blondes. Like he can handle two girls. They’d probably finish him off in five minutes and end up taking care of themselves. If my little brother wants to try though, more power to him. Just 'cause I’m in a foul mood doesn’t mean he has to be.

  Vini’s got a tall black-haired girl on his arm, and she’s got a couple friends who keep looking my way.

  “Yo, Rocco,” Vini yells over the music blasting through the bar. “Line up some shots since you sitting down.”

  Might as well. I line up four glasses and pour the tequila to the rim, nearly killing off the bottle.

  I count the crowd, pour enough shots for my crew and all the broads, clink glasses, and throw back my drink. It’s hard not to roll my eyes with the way these girls handle their drinks. Sipping on their tequila like it’s gonna hurt them.

  I fucking love the way Caitlyn threw back her drinks at Franky’s. Just thinking about her drinking stirs my cock back to life the way seeing these broads can’t. I need my cock inside her again. I need to hear her beg me to go balls deep in her. I want her on her knees, swallowing my cock till it bounces against the back of her throat. I need her bent over on all fours, offering me her thick ass. I got no time for these sluts when I’ve got Caitlyn back home.

  “Hey, Rocco.” Vini bends down to look me in the eyes. “Fuck, man. You really out of it. I’ll get the drinks.”

  I watch him pour the next round of drinks, pick up my shot, and down the thing without waiting for them. Fuck. I can’t even enjoy the tequila. I love the taste and the heady smell. The way it feels as it washes over your tongue and burns down into your belly. And this is some fine shit. Not your typical top shelf. The shit you order by name. But I’m in no mood to appreciate it. Might as well be drinking vodka out of a plastic jug.

  I gotta get out of here. No need to bring the mood down by sitting in a corner and thinking about Caitlyn. I know I can have her. Easily. But I want her to want me. I want her to ride my cock because she’s crazy for me. Not because she thinks she owes me for protecting her.

  I stand up, and finish off the rest of the bottle. I put my arm around Pinky’s shoulder, interrupting his sad attempts to tempt the two blondes into a threesome.

  “Hey Pinky,” I say, and kiss him on the cheek. “Gonna head out. You go easy on these broads. I don’t think they’re ready for the fire you bring.”

  The disappointment is clear on his face. This has always been our thing. Work hard, play hard. Go home with some cooze and wake up with a hang
over. Rinse, repeat. But not tonight. Not while Caitlyn’s in my home. And in my head, too.

  I hug it out with Mikey and Vini and head toward the VIP exit to avoid the crowd. On my way out, I see a familiar face standing tall over everyone else. He's about the same height as me and Mikey.

  He recognizes me as I walk over to pay my respects.

  “Hey Gio,” I say, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Good to see you. Didn’t know you liked to party outside of Hush.”

  “It’s a Tuesday night.” He shrugs as I say hello to his wife, Alessandra, with a respectful hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Allie wanted to check out this place. See what the buzz is all about.”

  She smiles and puts her arm around Gio’s waist. “We’re thinking about opening a bar.”

  “Shit,” I say. “If you need investors, sign me up. What you did with Hush after the dump that was there before, it’s fucking amazing.”

  “Thanks, Rocco.” Allie smiles wide.

  “You already heading out?” Gio asks.

  “Yeah.” I nod. “Got a lotta shit on my mind.”

  “Good seeing you then,” he says, giving me another hug.

  I pat him on the back and then point to my crew with a grin. “Just watch out for those assholes. They been drinking a lot and they’re probably gonna make trouble.”

  “Thanks for the warning, Rocco.” Allie laughs.

  I nod, pat Gio on the back again and make my way out. He’s an interesting guy. New to the family. Fuck, he’s new to the whole thing. But he’s married to the boss’s daughter and earned his button, so he’s good by me. Rumor is he doesn’t have a goomah. By the looks of it, it must be true. You don’t take your wife out to a place like this unless she’s your only one.

  I step onto the sidewalk and let the door swing shut behind me.

  The bouncer sitting on a stool next to the door looks up at me. “Going back in?” he asks.

  I shake my head no and keep walking. I haven’t had enough to get drunk. But I got a nice buzz going. I take in a deep breath, smelling the summer air. It’s a nice change from the heavy mix of cologne, perfume and booze.

  My mind wanders back to Caitlyn. I stuff my hands in my pockets to give them something to do and walk slowly back to my apartment, only keeping an eye on things for a threat. You can never truly let your guard down in my line of work.

  I wonder what Caitlyn did tonight. She probably just watched TV before going to bed. She must be exhausted. I hope her shoulder feels better. A dislocated shoulder can hurt bad for a week. Not much you can do about it other than letting it rest. Her lip should heal in the next couple days. Face wounds bleed heavy, but they heal faster, too.

  I pick up my pace along with the beat of my heart as my thoughts wander to what her ex-husband did to her. I curl my hands into tight fists in my pockets as I think about what I’d do to him if I got my hands on him. Wouldn’t shoot him. That’d be too easy. It’d be better to break every bone in his body. Take him apart piece by piece till he begged for death.

  I dispel that thought from my mind. That’s a dangerous road to cross. If my capo said I gotta hold, then I gotta hold. Making a move on Harry would be stupid, and it wouldn’t just be me facing the consequences either. Caitlyn would pay the price too, and she’s had enough shit in her life. She doesn’t need me to fuck up her life more just because I’m angry for her.

  I nod to the doorman as he pulls the door open for me. All thoughts of violence have been pushed aside by the sweet memory of Caitlyn bent over my desk, my cock rutting her like a wild animal. I think about the way her mouth looked when she gasped for breath with my cock buried deep inside her. I think about the way her pussy tasted as she squeezed her thick thighs around my head, fisting my hair, grinding her clit against my tongue.

  My dick is rock hard by the time I’m back home. I catch myself from slamming the door shut so I don’t wake up her kid. All the lights are off and both their doors are closed. I kick off my shoes and walk to my bedroom, stopping at her door, and lean my forehead against it. It’s so tempting to see if she’s awake and as horny as I am. The way she looked at me earlier left no doubt in my mind. She still wants me, but she’s trying to stay away. My cock feels like it’s going to burst through my pants. But this isn’t how I want it. I want her to beg me for it. I want her mouth to water at the sight of my cock. She’ll taste all the sweeter then.

  But I can’t sleep like this. My cock's raging to get off. I go into my room, tuck my gun between the mattress and headboard, strip and step into the shower. A cold shower normally does the trick, but I can’t get Caitlyn out of my head. I picture myself stepping out of the bathroom, and finding her in front of my bed in her plush bathrobe. She smiles seductively as she loosens her belt, letting the robe slip open. The white cloth still covers her breasts, but she opens it to reveal her pussy. Her eyes smile up at me as she slips the robe off her shoulders, letting her breasts bounce into the open air.

  I grip my cock and start stroking it. I imagine her walking to me, planting a small kiss on my lips. Slowly kissing her way down my body. She lets my cock rest against her cheek as she kisses around my hips, right before returning to my cock and slowly swallowing its length down her throat. Her lips wrap tightly around it, her nose pressed against my stomach. I fist her hair and pull her off my cock. She looks up at me with a devilish twinkle in her eyes, her tongue flattened beneath my cock, mouth still wide open, and nods. Then I take her head and shove my cock back in her mouth, watching its length bulge in her throat.

  I groan and brace myself against the shower wall as jets of hot cum plaster against the tile.

  Fuck.

  I needed that.

  Chapter Ten

  Caitlyn

  I’m finishing up cooking breakfast when Rocco finally wakes up. He’s wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt. God damn, he looks hot. I could get used to him walking into my kitchen every morning if I let myself. I immediately start imagining his cock when I see his bulge pressing up against the fabric of his shorts. I’m still so horny after last night.

  “Morning,” he says, combing his fingers through his thick, shiny hair. He smiles at Ethan and nods. “Hey kiddo.”

  Ethan smiles back at him and turns his head away shyly. “Good morning,” he says, his voice barely loud enough to be heard.

  He pads on bare feet onto the kitchen tiles. It looks like he’s assessing what I’ve done to his kitchen. It looked like the things here have barely ever been used. Frankly, I was surprised to find eggs that weren’t past their expiration date in the fridge. Thankfully he kept the bread in the freezer. Sadly, there was no bacon. I really figured he’d be a bacon guy.

  “Hope I didn’t wake you coming in last night,” he says as he takes a bottle of water from the fridge.

  “You didn’t wake us.” I smile, lying. I haven’t been able to get a full night’s sleep since Harry started threatening me. Even the smallest sounds can wake me up.

  I heard him coming in. I heard him waiting outside my door. I turn away from him, back to the pan to hide my blush. I’m so ashamed to think that I wanted him to come into my room when he got home. I wanted him to pull the sheets off my body, part my legs and kiss my clit. I wanted him to take his enormous cock and slide it inside me. I wanted him to fuck me till my mind couldn’t hold a coherent thought. I had to get myself off a second time just to be able to go back to sleep.

  “Glad to hear,” he says.

  I glance at him from the corner of my eyes. He must have heard me, judging by the way he’s looking at me. God. I’m so embarrassed.

  I feel my blush glowing deeper. I really need to get ahold of myself.

  “I’m going to go shopping with Ethan to get some food for the house,” I say, glancing back at him. “I hope you don’t mind. Your fridge is mostly water, beer and condiments.” He’s leaning back against the counter, drink in one hand, the other resting against the edge of the counter.

  “No worries. It’ll be ni
ce to see this kitchen used.” He laughs and nods. “Ma would love to see that.”

  “Your mom was a good cook?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

  Every guy I’ve known thinks their mother’s cooking is the best. My little boy’s already well on his way. He’s going to love not eating out of a takeout container tonight.

  Rocco nods and quickly changes the subject. “I’m gonna be out most of the day,” he says. “I’ll be back around ten.”

  I wonder what that was all about. His mother must be a sensitive subject. Maybe he slipped mentioning her.

  “You don’t have to tell me your plans,” I say, splitting the scrambled eggs up on a plate. “You want some?”

  Rocco pauses as he's reaching up into a cabinet to grab a bottle of protein shake, eyeing the eggs hungrily.

  “Yeah.” He grins. “Eggs would really hit the spot just about now.”

  “Good.” I smile and prepare a plate for him. “Come on, Ethan. Food’s ready.”

  I put the plates of egg and buttered toast up on the kitchen bar and join Ethan on the other side as he scrambles up on the stool.

  Rocco takes him under the armpits and easily lifts him up over the stool back, settling him onto his seat.

  “Thanks.” I smile at him as I take my own seat. Rocco takes a seat next to Ethan, who looks up at Rocco as he starts eating and smiles, his cheeks puffed out with food.

  “Thanks for breakfast.” Rocco grins at me. There’s a hunger in his eyes, and it’s not just for my cooking. He turns and looks at Ethan sitting next to him. “What’s up, kiddo?”

  “Do you like baseball?” Ethan asks through his half-chewed food.

  “What have I said about talking with your mouth full?” I chide him.

  “Sorry, Mommy.” He smiles at me with a piece of toast still sticking out of his mouth.

  “I used to play baseball in school,” Rocco says, grinning at me, his own mouth half full.