Bad Boy Hero: A Romantic Suspense

by Adair Rymer

  I could've laughed. I looked gift-wrapped, like a car in those commercials.

  “You're not done yet.” I unclasped my bra, sexily rolling my shoulders, taking a little of the power back for myself.

  “No, I'm not.” Maynard's devilish smile had melted into a mischievous grin as he reached for my bow. It unraveled and fell away with an easy tug. I leaned forward but he put a palm on my stomach and pushed me back into the cold tank. All the muscles in my core contracted as I sucked in a burst of air. The destroyed blouse did little to cut the chill of the glass.

  “There's still a part of you I haven't tried.” He fell to his knees before me and this time I didn't stop him. Chance never went down on me so I got nervous when Maynard wanted to last time. There was nothing wrong with me, I decided. I had to let go of those old insecurities and let the moment consume me. Maynard gently pulled down my last cotton barrier. “And I've been dreaming about your wet pussy all day.”

  He was surprisingly gentle for a man who was strong enough to tear the hem out of expertly-made clothing. Hot and flexible, his tongue slowly explored my pussy. He did circles around my clit before focusing on it. The sensitive pressure pulsed through me in waves until it had my body wriggling against him.

  Colors exploded behind my closed eyelids, as he worked his magic. The light touch of his teeth on my lower lips nearly made me swoon. “Oh God, I'm so close.”

  “Come for me” His voice was silky caramel to my brain. Maynard's tongue slipped inside of me and I lurched forward, coming. My stomach contracted a dozen, rapid times. The release was so good. I could feel his smile at what he did to me. “That's it, let me taste all of you. Every last drop.”

  Fucking hell! He was so filthy. I loved every second of it.

  “Take me to your bedroom.” The thought of being the only woman in his bed was intoxicating. It almost felt taboo somehow. Like I was about to have sex in a confessional booth. “I want you to fuck me on your bed.”

  When my tremors finally stopped, Maynard bit my thigh and rose up. As he did, he slid an arm under my ass and picked me up. “Yes, ma'am.”

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, my wetness soaking his hip. The vibration in his every step sent little earthquakes through my pussy. By the time we got into his room I was so ready to go again that I could barely contain myself.

  Two of his bedroom walls were lined with tinted glass that allowed for the most amazing view of the city that I'd ever seen. He placed me down before his California king bed and started to undo his pants. He motioned toward the bed. “Lay down.”

  “No.” I said stopping him. I couldn't rip his pants off so I just unclasped and unzipped them. I slipped my hands into the elastic waistband of his underwear, then looked up at him. My eyes not-so-subtly flicked at his cock, then back up. “I want my present now.”

  Maynard pulled his shirt off and nodded.

  Watching his face intently, I lowered myself to the floor in a split, while I brought his pants down. His cock bounced free, nearly hitting me in the chin. His natural scent invaded me, it was manly and clean and made my brain swim.

  My split wasn't as smooth as when I practiced all the time, but Maynard didn't care. He couldn't hide the pleasure in his smile at the show before him.

  Maynard, a billionaire bad boy wanted me more than anyone else in the world. Knowing that brought me higher than any drug ever could. I loved that. I wanted that feeling always.

  He stepped out of his pants, which freed me up to wrap both hands around his big cock. He flexed and made it grow even larger. It looked almost comically big in my small hands.

  Eagerly, I took as much as I could of him into my mouth. And right away I began to choke. I was never very good at blowjobs, at least that's what Chance always told me. I pulled him out and a coughing fit took over. A saliva trail went from my lips to the head of his fat cock, then broke against my chin. I wiped it away, embarrassed.

  I was afraid to look at him, I didn't want to see disappointment. Maynard lifted my chin anyway, forcing me to meet his gaze.

  “You have never looked more beautiful,” he said. Despite his massive cock throbbing in the air, the sentiment was actually kind of touching. I had overreached a little with the display, but to my surprise he really didn't seem to mind. He helped me up from the split and tossed me onto the bed playfully. “Don't worry, you'll get better with practice.”

  Did that mean he wanted me back after tonight? The thought that this might be more than a two-night stand made my heart leap in my ribcage. What would that even be like? I pushed the thought from my head, at least for now. I wanted to be in the 'here and now' and didn't want to think about anything outside of this bed. We could be floating in space for all I cared.

  “Shut the hell up and get over here,” I teased, fisting his cock and pumping. He raised his eyebrows at me and crawled forward. A devilish smile creased his lips, and promised me that again my eyes were bigger than my stomach.

  “For such a timid girl you sure know what you want.”

  The plush mattress creased beneath our weight drawing us even closer together. For the next eternity, he walked his mouth up my hip, stomach and ribcage, stopping to kiss and bite. All the while, he palmed my pussy with one hand and teased my nipples with the other.

  “And what do you want?” I asked, out of breath from near ecstasy. He made even breathing difficult! His fingers were unbelievably nimble and knew all the right parts to push and rub, he had the deft skill of a clay sculptor. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  “I want you to come so hard and so long that you never want to leave this bed.” Maynard waited until the flushness of my climax was at its peak to reply. But, instead of stopping, he worked his fingers faster, applying even more pressure. I wanted to stop him but the tidal wave of pleasure was too good. “And then I want my cock to make you scream so loud that all of NYC can hear.”

  Fuck... I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed his cock and pulled it toward my soaked entrance. My mind was muddy and sluggish, but one urge broke through it all. “I need you inside me right now!”

  Maynard reached back into his pants and pulled out a condom. He didn't keep any in his night table? He kept giving me reasons to believe this was special. It was driving me almost as crazy as the sex.

  Wrapped up tight, he dragged his cock-head between my pussy-lips, teasing me, driving me insane with wanting. I screamed.

  “That's a good start,” he smiled, with all teeth. Then he slowly pushed into me, reminding me just how long it had been since the last time I had sex. And just how much better it was than my vibrator.

  My face contorted with each inch he fed into me. The pleasure of being filled up mixed with the hints of pain of my inner walls stretching. It was the perfect speed, had he gone any faster it would have been uncomfortable.

  “God, how can you feel so fucking good?” The words escaped me in a jumbled mess when he was fully in. His hand slid under my ass as his piston began to pump.

  “Push against me. Make me work for it,” he said. I did. I surrendered to all his whims and commands. He leaned over me, sweat glistening in the ambient city lights. He smelled like sex and power; it was intoxicating.

  “You're mine, do you hear me?” Maynard pumped faster now. He was a runaway train and I was along for the ride, holding on for dear life. My body shifted beneath him, getting a better angle. I could feel him throughout my entire body. My every muscle fiber bent to his lust.

  I tried to reply but all my words were mush. I couldn't think, my brain gave way to just feeling, instead. I felt his fingers squeezing my ass, and the way his balls slapped against my pussy with each wet stroke. Every movement, grunt, exhale, and stare culminated into an explosion within me.

  Climax gripped me from deep inside and twisted me all up. My toes curled and my legs straightened, everything that could tighten and constrict on me, did. I became a human vice.

  “Oh shit,” Maynard grunted, jerking forward. Sweat droplets fell from his nos
e and dotted my slick chest. My pussy crushed all around his cock, milking him. His pelvis bucked against my sensitive clit like a live electrical wire.

  My orgasm fed into his, and we both rode that wave together.

  When I could breathe again I pulled him into me. Maynard resisted long enough to slide his cock out and get rid of the condom. He crashed into the sheets and slid an arm under me. Maynard commanded the windows to untint, the dim room became twice as bright.

  It was always amazing to me how bright the city was, even when there was no moon. The overcast sky had broken and a light white dusting fell from the sky. Maynard's near panoramic view made the world look like a reverse snow globe, with us being the ones encased in glass instead.

  “It's snowing...” I whispered, from the warmth and safety of Maynard's arms. It was the first time I'd ever seen snow from the top of a skyscraper. I could only imagine what it was doing to traffic on the ground, but up here it felt like a scene of a movie. It was so pretty.

  Maynard started laughing.

  “What's so funny?” I looked at him with obvious confusion. Were my feelings about the snowfall written on my face?

  “Merry fucking Christmas!” he yelled, his body going tense with the effort. Then he looked at me, smiling innocently. “Sorry, it's just— I feel fantastic.” His arm closed around me pulling me nearly on top of him. We were a gross mess, but I didn't mind it at all. I really liked the closeness. “This is usually a pretty lonely time of year for me. I think that was why I started throwing the parties in the first place.”

  That actually made a lot of sense. I was coming to understand that Maynard was a broken man. He was rich enough to afford anything but genuine companionship. It was really sad when I thought about how alone he must feel all the time, even around all these people.

  “Ever since your parents died?” I asked, carefully gauging his face. Maynard nodded. “Do you mind if I ask you what happened?” I knew it was a car accident from my research, but the articles never really gave it context.

  Maynard fell silent and looked away.

  I overstepped my bounds and just ruined our moment!

  Shit!

  Chapter 9

  Maynard

  “My parents—” I started, swallowing hard as I knocked the dust off those painful memories.

  “Maynard, you don't have to...” Claire was so quick to let me off the hook. I adored that about her. But I couldn't let myself off that easily.

  “Yes, I do.” I needed to hear myself say it out loud and I needed someone to hear it. “I begged and whined my parents for months to go to this crazy expensive summer camp in upstate New York. The resort was on a lake in the mountains, something you'd see in a postcard. This place had jet skis, rock climbing, dune buggies, everything that a fourteen year old boy would've killed for. So of course they eventually caved and I was enrolled.”

  “That place sounds magical.” Claire's voice quietly whisked across my chest like a weeping willow tree's branches in a warm breeze.

  “It was.” Memories of sunshine and sweaty exertion from countless adventures dragged an old smile to my lips. “Until I fucked everything up. Even back then I was trouble. I was always getting into fights with other boys. And finally, even the camp had enough.

  “The camp wasn't kicking me out, they just reduced my privileges. It had done nothing but rain for the past two days. I was waterlogged and pissed off at the world. I still remember the call I made to my mom almost word for word. I didn't have to leave, but I bitched and moaned until they agreed to come pick me up that night. They were always super strict with Bianca, but not me. I always had them wrapped around my finger.

  “So, on a rainy evening in July, my parents set off on a six and a half hour drive to pick up their spoiled son. Only they never made it to me.” I took a moment, it was harder to get the words out than I thought it'd be. After a heavy breath I continued. “A tractor-trailer truck lost control in the slick conditions up in the Catskill Mountains and crashed into them. They died instantly. Had I not called them—” My voice choked off. I was done, if I continued I'd have broken down. And I didn't want her to see that.

  “I've read that they were really nice people, well respected in the community.” Claire went quiet, but she squeezed me tighter. I could almost feel her groping for some words to say. “But you're the one that knew them. Would they really have blamed you for that?”

  I thought on that for a while. I spent so much time avoiding that question that when I finally faced it, I found that it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. If I could ask them, would they have blamed me for their death?

  “No,” I was their son and they loved me. I closed my eyes and let Claire's embrace comfort me. She was a band-aid for my soul.

  Then my doorbell rang. Who could possibly be bothering me here? I abandoned my party, but that wasn't new. The staff knew that, they were trained to handle everything that comes up. “Unless the building's on fire, no one should be—”

  The doorbell rang again, this time in rapid succession, followed by a distant unlocking sound. I shot up and leaped out of bed, grabbing a towel to cover up as I raced down the short hallway. Was it Chance, pissed off and ready for round two? But how could he get in?

  I balled my fists as I rounded the last corner that would bring me within eyesight of my front entrance. The door swung open. If it was him, he was getting rolled out of here on a stretcher.

  I slid to a stop, grabbing my towel to prevent it from flying off me. It was Bianca that darkened my doorway, not Chance. I honestly wasn't sure which of the two I'd have preferred. At least I could punch Chance until he went away. I obviously couldn't do that with Bianca.

  “What the hell are you doing in my apartment, Bianca?” My fists relaxed, I was in for a totally different kind of fight.

  “Your apartment?” Bianca checked her watch. “Despite that... speech you made. You never signed the agreement. Thus, this hotel is mine and that includes the top floor apartment.”

  “This couldn't wait another day? Are you really going to kick me out of my house Christmas morning, Bianca? I don't even have clothes on.” I looked down at the towel I wrapped myself in.

  “And what was that exactly? What kind of game are you playing at Maynard? All that speech bullshit. What is your angle here?” Bianca narrowed her eyes at me. She really was bothered by what I said in that speech. Her cold glare studying my expression. “Are you trying to win me over with your newfound brotherly love, so I'll cancel the agreement? Is that it?”

  I shook my head. That wasn't it at all. I was far from perfect. I was petty and selfish, but Claire taking a chance on me showed me that I didn't have to be that way. No one was the villain in their own story, I still had time to change. I could become the man I wanted to be.

  The man my parents wanted me to be.

  “Give me the contract, I'll sign it right now.”

  “It's too late for that.” Bianca was pure skeptic, she didn't believe it was possible to have an honest change of heart. I couldn't really blame her, in her eyes all I'd ever been was a rich brat. “It's time you learn what consequences are.”

  Maybe it really was better this way.

  The hotel would at least be in better hands. Why did I fight so hard for it at the end? I didn't know a damn thing about business. If I really did want to honor my parents, I would've given their pride and joy to Bianca a year ago. I could only imagine how much more efficient it would be running right now.

  “We'll get our shit.” I sighed, shrugging. I didn't have much experience in the field, but I imagined that being a better man meant accepting my failures and moving on.

  “We?” Bianca was taken aback.

  “Yeah. C'mon out, Claire.” Occasionally I caught Claire's reflection in the polished metal door. I knew she was hiding in the hallway behind me, listening. It's the same thing I would've done.

  Claire stepped out wearing one of my T-shirts, it came down to her mid thighs. It's amazi
ng that she could look so good in everything she wore. Claire dressed up and down, incredibly well. Of course, my favorite look on her was the one without clothes at all.

  “Hello.” Claire raised a hand hesitantly and waved. I could tell that she'd made an attempt to smooth her hair out and look as presentable as possible, given the circumstances. It wasn't like she could put the outfit I gave her back on.

  “Now that is surprising.” Bianca's eyes went wide. She'd known about my rules and how they were the closest thing I had to a personal code. “Have you finally given up those ridiculous rules you were so proud of?”

  “No.”

  “Then why is she up here—Wait, does that mean...” With one raised eyebrow, Bianca glanced back and forth between Claire and I. It was obvious that we just had sex, Bianca could probably smell it on me. I could see the realization dawn on her.

  What if her reckless, little brother actually met his clause and got seriously engaged?

  “Are you actually engaged to Claire?” Bianca seemed more shocked than upset. There was something else in her eyes as well that I couldn't quite place.

  The contract said that within one year I had to take on one adult responsibility. Being legitimately engaged was one of the ways I could've satisfied the clause. It would prove that I'd attained the necessary measure of maturity and I would get to keep the hotel.

  And as far as Bianca knew, Claire and I were still engaged.

  That was a lie of course. I glanced at Claire, she was only my fiancée for the evening. The night was technically over, and Claire had technically met her obligation by not saying she wasn't my fiancée earlier. Even if she spoke up right now and said No, she'd still be entitled to the full five-thousand dollars.

  Claire looked at me and pressed her lips shut tightly. She had such a terrible poker face, but she was going to play along for me. She was willing to help me again, when I needed it. I had been alone for so long that trusting someone was difficult.

  The engagement was a lie, but one I really didn't want to end. It was crazy, but I could see myself with Claire twenty, or more years from now. That longevity was something I never entertained before her. Maybe this was all special. Our own Christmas miracle.