HIS BABY: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

by April Lust

  Evan reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair, rubbing her scalp gently. “You got it, baby. You do whatever you want, okay? Nothing’s off limits.”

  Hannah nodded, even if she didn’t exactly believe it. She had to think that there was a way she could fuck this up, but even still, she was willing to follow her heart right now, somehow aware that whatever she did, Evan wasn’t going to make fun of her. She started by raking her nails down his legs, watching with joy as goosebumps stood up in response. Then she rubbed more firmly, using the tips of her fingers to really dig into his muscles. “So gorgeous,” she muttered, more to herself than to Evan as she slipped her hands over his knees and went down to his calves, leaning in with her mouth to lick lightly at his skin, just enough to get him squirming underneath her.

  Evan’s grip in her hair grew firmer and firmer the more she went along, licking and biting her way up and down, up and down, up and down his legs. She paused at the thick meaty flesh of his upper thighs, sucking his skin as hard as she could between her teeth, biting down to leave a mark. When she pulled back, the light of the fire showed the results of her handiwork: a magenta circle right where her mouth had been, just below the juncture of his pelvis and his thigh.

  But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

  Hannah gestured for Evan to sit up, and she wasted no time getting him out of his shirt, throwing it on the floor. She didn’t want to rush at all, but she was just so damn hungry for him. She immediately latched her mouth onto his collarbone, sucking to leave a deep purple mark in her wake before traveling down to his nipples and gently taking them into her mouth, one at a time. Evan groaned out louder than before and clutched the back of her head firmly, pushing her deeper into his skin. Hannah loved it. She couldn’t stop smiling around his skin, enjoying how obvious it was that he wanted her so badly. It was addictive, tasting the sweat from his skin and hearing the little grunts and moans that left his mouth.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, their underwear rubbing together as Evan started to thrust lightly. Hannah kept her arms around his shoulders, pushing their bodies as close together as possible as she kept licking and biting all over his torso. But she wasn’t prepared for Evan to start returning the favor immediately, latching onto her neck with his mouth and sucking harder than before. Hannah squealed, probably too loudly right into Evan’s ear, and bounced lightly in his lap, grinding down onto his clothed dick.

  She could tell that it was so hard already. Hannah wondered if he was leaking as much as she was. She was so wet it was probably staining her underwear, and Evan could likely feel it even through the two layers of cloth, but she couldn’t bring herself to be embarrassed. Not now, not when Evan was licking and biting at her skin like it was the Holy Communion.

  “Give it to me, give it to me, please, please, I need it, baby, please, please,” Hannah begged, sucking Evan’s ear right into her mouth just before he bit down on her chin and sucked lightly, teasing her with his tongue. “Please, Evan, please.”

  Evan wrapped his arms around Hannah’s waist and started shoving her up and down, bouncing her on his clothed cock. Hannah’s clit had started pulsing inside her underwear, her heartbeat throbbing between her lower lips like a drumbeat. She followed the rhythm that Evan had set with his arms and hips, thrusting as hard as she could down onto him. “Oh, unnh, oh,” she moaned, sighing deeply as her head collapsed onto Evan’s shoulder. “Yeaaah, that’s good, that’s fucking good.”

  “Yeah, baby, yeah, darling, just take it,” Evan murmured into her ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth, making Hannah squeal so loudly she froze for a second, terrified that she’d woken Alex with her noises, but the baby was apparently still asleep in the other room, so she sighed heavily, desperately sucking air into her chest as Evan kept bouncing her onto his lap and sucking harder onto her ear.

  Hannah readjusted in Evan’s lap, getting the angle just right so that on every down-stroke the covered head of Evan’s cock brushed against the top of her concealed vulva, stimulating her clitoris. She felt herself get hotter and hotter between her legs, something starting to build there that she’d never felt before.

  Evan dug his nails into her shirt and growled like an animal, a deeper noise than she’d ever heard a man make, right before he tore her shirt over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her in her bra and panties. He groaned at the sight of her breasts bouncing up and down and wrapped a hand around one of them, squeezing lightly. “I want to see your nipples,” Evan grunted, thrusting his hips up harder. “I really want to see them.”

  Hannah moaned, lost for words for a moment before she noticed Evan staring up at her with an unspoken question in his eyes. Oh, he’s asking for permission, she realized. Hannah took one hand away from Evan’s body to pull her bra straps down, tugging them off her shoulders so that more of her cleavage was revealed. But not everything. He’d have to work for that, she decided.

  “Make me feel good,” she whispered, reaching forward again to kiss the side of Evan’s face, “and I’ll think about letting you.”

  Evan laughed breathlessly, slipping his tongue along the throbbing vein of her neck and raking his nails down her exposed back. “Mm, I’ll work for it, baby,” he said before leaning in to kiss her on the mouth. “Whatever you want.”

  “Bounce me harder,” Hannah ordered him, going still in his lap for a moment just to tease him.

  Evan growled again and wrapped his arms more tightly around her back, pushing her up and down faster than before. Hannah threw her head back in pleasure, exposing more flesh of her neck for Evan to bite and lick and nibble gently. She started shoving her hips up and down again, matching the pace that Evan had set with his arms. His cock started to feel even harder than before, if that was possible, and it felt good to have it brush up against her covered lips.

  God, I should feel so dirty, so bad, so guilty, Hannah thought. But I don’t. She felt strong, she felt beautiful, even sweating as profusely as she was in Evan’s arms. She felt gorgeous. She felt powerful.

  The area around her clitoris was being pushed up and down, back and forth, faster than before, and it grew hotter, her hole getting wetter and wider with every twitch of their hips. Hannah could feel all of her nerve endings start to burn almost painfully with the power of Evan’s thrusts. God, what would it be like to have him actually fuck her? He was so strong, so thick, so big. The mere thought of it had Hannah dripping more in her panties, getting them so wet that there was no way Evan hadn’t noticed by now.

  “You getting hot for me, baby? You getting ready?” Evan asked, leaning to lick a hot strip down from her ear to the top of her breasts.

  “Yes, yes, mmm, yes, I am,” Hannah said in a rush, bouncing as fast as she could. “You’re so good to me. God, you’re so good…”

  “I want you to come, Hannah,” he whispered before biting the skin above one of her breasts. “I want you to come for me. Can you do that, darling?”

  Hannah felt herself go cold from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, all of her nerve endings switching off at once. She kept bouncing, trying to get them to turn back on, but she was suddenly hyper conscious of how much she was sweating, how red and blotchy she must have looked. “I, um, I—” She cut herself off and shook her head, unsure of what she was even trying to say.

  Evan stopped thrusting and bouncing her up and down and wrapped a hand around her neck, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “What’s wrong?”

  “I just…I, um, I don’t really do that,” she said with a shrug, trying to sound as natural as possible. “Come, I mean.”

  “You don’t…you don’t have orgasms?” Evan asked, his brow furrowed and his mouth dropping open, as if he was shocked and confused all at once.

  Hannah shrugged again but nodded. “Yeah, that’s just…that’s just not something I do,” she said, her tone forcibly casual even though she felt a distinct heaviness and heat start pressing behind her eyes. Oh, God, not now, she tho
ught. I am not going to fucking cry again like a little bitch. Now’s not the time for that. She had to avert her eyes from Evan’s wide-open curious face, looking over his shoulder instead to focus on the fire.

  They were silent for a long moment, and Hannah wondered whether she should just climb off of Evan’s lap and start to put her clothes back on, but he cut off that train of thought when he spoke again. “Do you want to?”

  Hannah was confused, and she was tempted to look back to him to see if there were any clues to what he meant written on his face, but she held herself back, focusing on the still-roaring fire instead. “Do I want to what?” she asked.

  “Come. Have an orgasm,” Evan said, and that made her look back at him, wanting to see if he was laughing at her. But his face was dead serious, his eyes wide and open and vulnerable as he stared up at her. One of his hands started to trace its way up and down her bare back, lightly drawing long lines and circles into her skin. “Do you want to?”

  “I—that’s—” Hannah cut herself off, frustrated. “I don’t know. Of course, right? Of course I want to.”

  Evan bit down on his bottom lip, clearly thinking. “So why don’t we try?” he suggested.

  “Because…because it’s not going to happen,” Hannah said, trying to keep her voice steady even though she honestly felt like screaming at him a little bit. “Because you’ll just be disappointed if you get your hopes up.”

  “Me?” Evan asked incredulously. “I’m not going to be disappointed. It’s about you, baby,” he said, bringing one hand around to start tracing the same soothing lines down the front of her body.

  “You will,” Hannah said softly. “You will be disappointed. Trust me. I just—I just don’t want to let you down, okay? Don’t want you to have unreasonable expectations, you know? That’s all.”

  He was quiet a moment, but when Hannah moved to get off his lap he tightened his arms around her and spoke again. “Maybe it just never happened because you never had the right partner,” Evan said. “Have you ever thought about that?”

  “No, I—I doubt it,” Hannah stuttered out, feeling herself start sweating profusely from the back of her neck, but she stayed still in his arms. She didn’t really want to abandon this warmth anyway. It was comforting, even if inside all of her organs were trembling like she’d just been shot. “See, I’m just…I’m just broken. That’s all it is. Really. I’m broken.”

  Evan shook his head, and she expected him to start arguing with her again, but instead he set his jaw and leaned in close to her face, so close their breath mingled. He didn’t kiss her, though. This time he just stared as deeply into her eyes and stroked the side of her face. “Let me try to put you back together then,” he whispered seconds later, pressing his mouth against her forehead. “It’s okay if you don’t, but just let me try.”

  Hannah’s hands were shaking furiously, each cell of her skin vibrating so hard she could barely get a sold grip on Evan’s arm as he pushed his weight down on her, pressing her down onto the couch, switching positions back again. “Let me try,” he repeated, kissing the side of her neck and sending a spark of heat down in between her legs at the sensation of his breath hitting her sensitive skin.

  In her mind, a thousand counterarguments rose up, ready for the occasion. No, I’m broken, I don’t work right, I’ve never worked right, I’ve never been able to relax, I’ve never been able to trust, I’ve never been able to just lay back and let sensation wash over me. Why would any of that suddenly change now?

  But she didn’t say them. Instead she just swallowed them deep inside and licked her lips, shutting her eyes as Evan began kissing his way down her body again. Ah, well, what the hell? Hannah thought. Let him be disappointed if he insists on trying it out. But deeper inside her mind, there was another voice, low and soft and fragile, that thought, Maybe this time. Maybe.

  His mouth lingered over her breasts, biting the thick flesh above her bra but never pushing it aside. He must have remembered his promise from before that he was going to make her feel good first before slipping it off and exposing her nipples. Hannah smiled a little at that. Who would have guessed? He was a man of his word.

  Evan mouthed over the bra for a minute, making her nipple harden through the cloth, but after a minute he pulled away and pressed his wet open mouth against her ribcage, licking along the outlines of her bones. “Ahhh,” Hannah sighed deeply, filling up her lungs and then letting it all go, allowing her muscles to relax along with it. His hands came up on either side of her torso, rubbing her waist and hips while his mouth licked and bit and sucked along the center of her chest.

  “You taste so good,” Evan murmured, dragging his teeth down to her belly button and rubbing his tongue around in small, tight circles. Hannah felt chills go up her spine and arched her hips up to get more of his mouth on her skin. Evan moved a little to the left and found a spot next to her hipbone that made her seize up, giving off a choked moan as her hips froze in mid-air. “You like that?” Evan asked.

  “I—I think so,” Hannah said between long, drawn-out breaths. “It’s just…intense, you know?” Who knew that there were all of these sensitive, ticklish spots on her body? Somehow Evan had a mental map of all the places to touch and grab and squeeze, just right, just enough to make her sweat even more.

  “Let me know if you need me to stop,” Evan whispered before flattening his tongue against her stomach, dragging it around in precise circles. But he didn’t stay there long before continuing his journey south, down to the hem of her underwear. Hannah exhaled shakily and shut her eyes tightly, trying to keep herself calm as his teeth began to nip at the skin just under the fabric.

  Her blood was pumping so fast and so hard in her veins, it almost hurt. But she didn’t want it to stop. She felt like she was levitating, lifting off of the couch and floating above the earth. Evan growled a little and took a huge chunk of her underwear between his teeth, lifting it off of her body. “Jesus Christ,” Hannah murmured, her legs spreading a little more without her even having to think about it. “Please.”

  “What?” Evan demanded, his voice a little muffled with the fabric still in his mouth. “What do you want, baby?”

  “Do something to me, please, touch me, please, I need it, it’s been so long, please,” she cried out, sounding pitifully desperate as she begged. But it worked, for Evan put the underwear down and brought out his tongue instead, slipping it underneath her panties until he was brushing up against the skin right above her clitoral hood. “Yes, yes, yes, thank you, yes,” Hannah whispered, throwing her head back against the pillow again and breathing hard.

  Evan hardened his tongue and licked more insistently, more firmly, dragging the tip of his tongue down, down, down as far as it could go under the restraint of the underwear until he found it, that special sensitive spot that just wouldn’t stop throbbing.

  Hannah moaned out louder than before and squirmed around, wanting more of his mouth on her. Evan chuckled a little and brought his hands down to finally push her underwear out of the way. Hannah was so overwhelmed at this point, the anticipation clouding her thoughts, that she barely had the sense to feel nervous about feeling exposed, especially not when Evan was digging his nails into her thighs as he inspected her. “It’s beautiful,” he murmured. “So beautiful.”

  “Th—thank you,” Hannah stuttered out, thrusting her hips up to wordlessly beg for more contact.

  Evan complied, leaning back down to drag his tongue from the bottom of her vulva all the way to the top, lingering over her clit to apply tight little circles with his tongue. Hannah felt like all of her nerve endings were waking up after a decade-long nap, rubbing their eyes for a second before jumping back to life. A second later, Evan went back down again, focusing on her outer lips with his teeth, gently scraping along while his fingers danced over her inner thighs. At this point, Hannah felt so drenched down there, but she could still somehow feel herself getting wetter at the sensation of Evan’s lips opening and closing over her hot sen
sitive flesh. She couldn’t wait any longer. She had to have it. She had to fuck his face.

  Hannah began thrusting her hips up and down, back and forth, starting up a rhythm of lifting her hips up onto Evan’s mouth for a second before letting them fall back down to the couch. He was licking all over her now, leaving no inch untouched, running his tongue in thick wet circles from the top to the bottom and then back again. At the same time, one of his hands drifted along her hips before shoving under her body and grabbing at her bare ass, causing Hannah to cry out in surprise. “Okay?” Evan checked in between long licks of her cunt.

  “Yes, yes, more than okay, yes,” Hannah said breathlessly, rocking so hard between Evan and the couch that her breasts started shaking with the momentum of her thrusts, threatening to spill out of her bra. Evan’s other hand reached up to grab one of them, rubbing the top of her breast in gentle circles, while his other hand squeezed firmly at her ass.