Hard Core (Dirty Bad Things Book 1)

by Faye, Madison

  Maybe, I’d just have to find out.

  9

  Chelsea

  I didn't see or hear much from Mr. Harding over the next couple of days. I worried a little that he was avoiding me; that maybe he was embarrassed or not okay with what we’d done the other night in the windows across from each other. And the schoolgirl crush in me panicked a little that maybe I’d pushed things too far and now he was going to avoid me until I went back to school and he could forget about having watched his best friend’s daughter come for him.

  It was especially muggy and hot out on that fateful day - The Day - that would change everything. My parents left early in the morning to take Dennis on the first round of that wonderful experience of awkwardly checking out colleges, and I'd managed to spend the day so far doing not much of anything. But I guess that's what school breaks were all about.

  My ears pricked up when I heard the backdoor of the Harding's house slam open, and then my interest was really piqued when I heard the lawnmower start up. Grinning like a shy little schoolgirl, I went to the window, only to grin even wider as I saw a shirtless Mr. Harding pushing the rumbling lawnmower across his backyard. He'd been outside for barely five minutes, but sweat was already glistening on his muscled chest, and I watched almost spellbound as his arms rippled and glistened in the heat as he pushed the mower around.

  I'm not really sure what prompted me, maybe being young on a sweltering day, and feeling especially like I wanted to get his attention again. It wasn't like I was trying to "make a move" or anything; again, I guess I was just feeling flirty. But when I went to my dresser and blushingly pulled out the brand new bikini I'd picked out at school with my roommate, I already knew I was probably toying with a line of some sorts.

  * * *

  O ut by our pool , I lay a towel across one of the lawn chairs, making sure it was at least partially facing the Harding's yard. I grinned to myself thinking about how much I'd changed in a few months of being away at school. I really was just having fun and being a bit of a flirt being out here like this, but I realized I couldn't even imagine doing something like this before!

  Of course, I couldn’t imagine stripping and then playing with myself like some sort of porn-star for the older man next door while he jerked his cock to me, either.

  The lawnmower was still whining away in the Harding's yard when I lay back with my shades on in my brand-new, white bikini. It wasn't especially slutty or inappropriate or anything like that; not like it was a thong or anything. But, it was certainly a change from the conservative one pieces I'd have worn before.

  I relaxed under the glow of the sun, feeling myself sink back into the chair as the world sort of dimmed around me. Actually, I was so zoned out and starting to melt into that sort of sun-trance where I started to think about taking a nap that I never even noticed the lawnmower shutting off.

  "You've got sunblock on, right?"

  I snapped out of my daze and jerked my head up to see Jake standing a few feet away from me, smiling at me as he toweled his face and neck off with a t-shirt.

  "Skin cancer is no joke you know."

  I grinned at him, feeling that heady rush I got whenever he was around. “Yeah, I'm coated."

  "Good, good. Man, I bet you're glad you get spend most of your time out of Florida and this fucking heat, huh?"

  I blushed slightly as he swore. In a way, it felt like un-censoring his language around me was his way of saying ‘yeah, you're an adult now’. It was also us avoiding talking specifically about the other night.

  "But school's going well?"

  I sat up then, curling my legs beneath me. "Yeah it's fine I guess. It's definitely nice to be home though too. I guess I missed more about Florida than I'd thought I would."

  Jake grinned at me and took a seat on the other lawn chair out by the pool. "Stranger things, huh?"

  He ran his hand through his hair and toweled off the back of his neck with the t-shirt in his hands. Behind my sunglasses, I stared at him; watching his tanned muscles ripple and glisten with sweat. God he was hot. I thought of that cock I knew he had in his pants, the one I’d seen from afar the other night. Only now, I wanted to see it again, much closer.

  "So, any boys ?" He winked at me as he said it, stressing the last word in a teasing way.

  I felt my cheeks burn a bit. “No" I said, suddenly shier than I'd meant to say it. “No boys."

  "Well, just you wait. I can't believe you're not fending them off by the truck-load at this point."

  God , was Mr. Harding flirting with me? I could feel that now-familiar feeling I got around him welling up inside of me, making my skin tingle and my pulse race a bit faster. I grinned and turned my head a little, as if I was looking at something across the yard but kept my eyes on him behind my dark sunglasses. His eyes instantly dropped to my bikini-clad body, and I felt a hot ripple shudder through me as I realized that he was totally checking me out. His eyes slowly and hungrily traveled down my slim torso, over the tiny patch of material between my thighs and then down my long, tanned, slender legs.

  “Especially if you keep up those window shows of yours, you know,” he growled.

  I swallowed heavily and turned back to him, the color rushing to my cheeks, and grinned bashfully. I guess we were going to talk about that.

  “Mr. Harding, I’m sorry if- if-” I stammered, trying to collect my words. “I’m sorry if that was-”

  “Hot?”

  I froze in my words, staring at him and the grin creeping across his chiseled jaw. The very hungry grin.

  “Oh.”

  That’s what I came up with in response; oh . I mean, what is wrong with me?

  Mr. Harding grinned at me. “Look, Chelsea, I haven’t been avoiding...” He shook his head. “You’re Mike’s daughter , Chelsea,” he said quietly. “And you’re just a kid .”

  I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth as took my sunglasses off my face and looked up into his deep, gorgeous eyes. “I’m not a kid anymore, Mr. Harding. I’m legal.”

  I could see his jaw tense up, his eyes flashing at me as just the smallest sound of a growl rumbled in his throat.

  “You’re- you’re too young to be playing with fire like this, Chelsea,” he said darkly, his eyes quickly flicking over my bikini-clad body before looking deep into my eyes.

  “I’m old enough, Mr. Harding,” I said slowly, feeling the color blush into my cheeks at how bold and how forward I was being.

  I could see his eyes flash at me again, his jaw tightening as he stared at me, almost hungrily . I knew what I was doing. I knew that I was temptation on a stick, sitting right there in my too-tiny bikini, with my legs curled under me and my tongue darting out to tease my lips. I knew I was pushing it, and being way sluttier and more forward than I’d ever dared to be before. But I couldn’t ignore what I felt, or the raw need I had inside for this man.

  Slowly, I started to uncoil my legs as I sat up and forward. I leaned closer, closer to Mr. Harding and watched the muscles in his neck tighten as I moved closer to him. My breath came halting, my pulse racing as I prepared myself to take that next big leap.

  And of course, right then is when the house phone rang inside, shattering the moment.

  Perfect time for a check-in, mom and dad.

  I jumped out of my chair, feeling the flush swell up in my cheeks at what I'd almost just did.

  "I got it!"

  But as I leapt up and ran around the edge of the pool, I suddenly felt my feet slip and slide right out from under me. Suddenly, as my breath froze in my throat, gravity went topsy-turvy on me as I went toppling over, and everything went black.

  10

  Jake

  F uck , this is not good.

  Well, what was very good was that I was holding a very wet, very bikini-clad Chelsea in my arms. And the combination of that and watching her smile like that as she opened her eyes and saw
me staring down into her face was enough to get my cock hard as fucking stone in my shorts.

  And see, that's what the “not good” part was.

  She grinned up at me in a sleepy, groggy way . "You saved me?"

  I chuckled, my body rumbling against hers as I watched her blink and shake her head. Her hands slid up my wet arms, her fingers so dainty against the thick muscles under my shirt, and I had to force myself to ignore thoughts like that before - well, too late, I guess.

  "Jesus, you gave me quite a scare there Chelsea. You slipped on the edge and tumbled into the pool; must've hit your head on the way in because you just sank like a rock."

  Her eyes went even wider then, those cool green orbs flickering at me and making my heart flip-flop. "You jumped in?"

  I had to laugh again. "Of course I did.” I watched her blink and wince again, and I frowned. “C’mon, let's get you inside so we can make sure you're okay.” I lifted her up then, cradling her lithe young body easily in my arms as I carried her into her house and into the living room.

  I knew with every damn step that I was taking way too much enjoyment in manhandling this practically naked girl; way too much enjoyment. I mean, she might’ve just had an accident, and I was of course going to make sure she was okay. But fuck if the feel of that wet young body pressed tight against my bare chest wasn’t making a huge tent in my shorts.

  Yeah, those ninety seconds carrying her into the living room were way too much fun.

  I set us down on the couch in her living room, laying her out along it with her legs still draped over my lap as I leaned over to peer carefully into her face. “Do you feel nauseous? Any sort of ringing in your ears or blurring in your vision?"

  I was leaning down close over her, genuinely concerned, but also trying way harder than I should’ve had to to keep my eyes on hers and not let them drift over the mouth watering expanse of teen flesh barely contained in that tiny little bikini. Her body felt so warm next to mine, her skin practically buzzing against mine where my arm cradled her head as I leaned down close over her.

  "No, no. I'm okay." She looked up at me, blushing. And suddenly I remembered everything we’d started to talk about before the phone and before her slipping, and of course, everything about the other night. And then I was very acutely aware that the girl in my arms, wet, blushing, and practically naked was the girl I’d watched finger her pussy to orgasm in her bedroom window the other night.

  And I was instantly rock hard.

  Instantly, every thought I’d had before about screwing this girl’s brains out, about showing her how a man fucks and dumping every drop of my cum inside of her tight little pussy came rushing back.

  “Mr. Harding, about the other night.” She looked up at me, blushing brightly, her pink tongue dancing out to wet those perfect, utterly fuckable lips. “I’m sorry if I crossed any sort of line the other night, when- you know, when…”

  She trailed off, and her sudden bashfulness had this insanely erotic effect on me, considering what I’d watched her do the other night. Considering what she’d watched me do, too.

  "I'm not,” I growled out loud, before I could stop myself. “Sorry that you did, that is.”

  She went quiet and bit that bottom lip as she looked up into my eyes. Every single part of my brain was screaming at me that this was a bad idea. Every single cell up there was doing everything it could to get me to get up, walking the fuck away from this situation and out before I did something stupid.

  Except, I wasn’t thinking with my brain anymore; not with a girl as sexy as original sin like this draped under me.

  "I liked watching you, Mr. Harding,” she said quietly.

  I watched the conflict of excitement and fear play out over her face. "Chelsea-"

  "In fact, I think about it all the time, I-" She paused and bit her lip again, swallowing heavily. "I think about you all the time when I touch myself, actually.”

  I literally groaned out loud, my jaw going tight and my eyes blazing as I stared hungrily at her young body.

  “Chels- Shit, I-" I looked around the room wildly. “I should go."

  I should get the fuck out of here before I do something stupid. Something like fuck the shit out of this girl just like she wants me to.

  "You don't want to hear about how I play with my tight, young pussy, just thinking of you like that? How I imagine you fucking me and just pumping your cum into me?”

  My jaw dropped at the dirty words coming out of that sweet young mouth. "Chelsea, we shouldn't-"

  "I loved watching you, Mr. Harding."

  And just like that, I felt the very last shred of willpower drop from my face. Just like that, I shoved decorum, and rational thought, and the fact that Mike was my buddy out of my head, and I just went for it.

  She gasped as I suddenly pulled her small body tight against me as my lips crushed into hers. She moaned hungrily, opening her lips to my tongue as I groaned into her mouth. All the scattered thoughts in my head went wild as those perfect young lips melted into mine, but I growled and shoved them aside as I concentrated on taking that innocent mouth with my own and making it mine.

  My big hands slid down and around the bare skin of her waist, pushing her against the couch as I kissed her hard and pressed myself against her. She gasped loudly as my mouth broke away from her lips to nip and suck at her neck, and she threw my head back against the cushions behind her as I sucked at the delicate and sensitive skin at her collarbone. She hugged me to her hard, rolling her hips against me as if needing me, wanting me as badly as I wanted her.

  I knew she could feel the throbbing bulge in my shorts pulse against her thigh as I pressed against her. My hands slid down from her waist to slide around and cup at her ass, my fingers sliding just beneath the elastic edge of the bikini to grip tightly at her bare young skin. I pulled her against me, grinding myself against that small, tight body as she clung to me, pushing back with her hips and grinding herself against my bulge.

  “Oh, Mr. Harding!” She gasped and moaned into my ear. My cock throbbed at the sound of that innocence in my ear; roared at the thought of taking that innocence and making it mine . Her hands slid up my bare torso, running over the hard muscles of my back as she clutched me tightly.

  "Chelsea, honey, this is so wrong,” I growled, as her mouth sought my face, my neck. Her mouth latched onto the skin there and I grunted as I felt those tender lips suck at my neck.

  "We shouldn't be doing this! You're- Jesus, you're way too young!" This was the girl from next door. I was friends with her fucking parents for God’s sake. I was a recently divorced, thirty-nine year old man, and this tight, barely legal nineteen year old should’ve been the last girl in the world writhing against me on that couch

  She gasped as she slid her mouth up to my ear. “I'm old enough, Mr. Harding," she panted, sucking on my earlobe to punctuate.

  I growled. “I know, honey, but this is bad, we-"

  “Let me show you how bad I can be, please Mr. Harding?”

  And that was the final straw for both of us. Just like that, every doubt and every last defense I had shattered. With a grunt, my hands were pulling her body up against me, clutching at her ass as her legs wrapped around my waist. I ground my throbbing cock against the damp wet heat between her legs through her bikini bottoms as my mouth went to her neck again. I sucked and bit my way down to her chest. Chelsea moaned and and arched her back, thrusting her small breasts towards me as my mouth sucked and kissed its way further down, moving over the soft, small curve of her tits. Pushing the bathing suit aside with my mouth, I groaned at the sight of those perfect, puffy little pink nipples. I latched my lips around one delicate and erect pink nub straining atop her soft slopes and sucked gently. She moaned softly as she pressed her hot, wet slit against my bulge.

  I knew she wanted me. And I knew I wanted to shove my cock balls dee
p in her and stretch that tight pussy wide like it’d never been stretched before.

  My hands moved around and over her thighs then, tracing the elastic seam of her bikini until they came across the ties at the side of her hips. I yanked at the strings, and as the suit fell away. I pulled it away from her and brought my head up from her chest as her pink, wet young pussy was revealed to me.

  The beast inside of me roared . FUCK yes.

  And there she was, shyly biting her lip as I spread her thighs apart, my eyes almost glazing over as I stared between them, gripping her legs tightly.

  Fucking perfection.

  “Do you like it, Mr. Harding?”

  I groaned, feeling my cock lurch in my shorts. “Oh my God, Chelsea. You're so fucking beautiful, honey.”

  She whimpered as she leaned up and my mouth crashed against hers. She moaned into my mouth as she felt my strong fingers sliding over the slippery lips of her slit, and she gasped out loud, breaking our kiss.

  “Yes! Please, put them inside me, Mr. Harding!”

  I growled, my chest muscles rippling as my fingers dipped between her wet folds, teasing her tight entrance.

  She whimpered, and I could feel the beast roar inside as I slid my other hand up into her hair. I pulled her head back, just enough to make her gasp and just enough to make it known to her that she wasn’t with one of those piss-ant college boys. She was with a man ; a man who was going to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. “Chelsea, honey,” I growled. “Last chance. Are you sure you want to do this?”