Convict: A Bad Boy Romance

by Roxie Noir

She laughs, a deep, throaty sound that I can feel vibrate through her body. I kiss the back of her neck, her nipples still under my fingers, and this time she makes a sound like she’s trying not to moan. I pull her shirt untucked, unhook her bra, and grab both breasts in my hands, her nipples stiff against my palms.

  I pinch them at the same time and this time she does moan softly, her hands braced against my thighs, fingers digging in. I do it again and she flexes her hips backward, rubbing herself against me, and then I pull her shirt and bra off over her head.

  Luna turns around, and the room is mostly dark with no lights on but Jesus fuck she’s hot naked, her tits smallish but full, her nipples hard as rocks, her skin tanned light gold. I hold her away at arm’s length for a moment, just staring, because I finally can.

  She’s got the devilish look in her eyes again.

  “You like looking?” she says, her voice husky.

  “You’re sexy as hell,” I say. “Of course I do.”

  Luna tosses her hair back behind her, then slides both her hands up her torso, starting at the waistband of her professional work pants and stopping at her nipples, pinching them between her fingers, her eyes heavy-lidded as she looks at me.

  My mouth goes dry.

  Then she kicks off her shoes, unbuttons the pants, and slides them over her hips slowly, looking me dead in the eye the whole time. It’s hard to take pants off seductively, but she does.

  By the time she’s just wearing black panties and nothing else, I’m nearly ready to explode, my cock throbbing in my pants. I feel like my skin has electricity crackling across it, and I’m a little afraid that if I so much as move, I’m just going to come in my pants.

  I’ve never, ever felt this way before. Not with any of the women before prison. Not even when I got out of prison after five years of no pussy and picked up a girl in a hotel bar that night.

  “Are you just going to stand there?” Luna asks, stepping forward again.

  She presses herself against me, nearly naked while I’m still completely clothed, and it sparks some primal desire in me, something wild and untamable.

  I want to take her and make her mine. I want to bury myself inside her and make her come so hard her eyes roll. I want to hear her shout my name.

  I push one hand in her hair and crush my mouth against hers, and she pushes back, yielding and forceful all at once. I pinch her nipple with one hand and she grabs my cock through my jeans, sliding her hand down it. I groan into her mouth.

  “See what you did?” I growl. “You got me so hard I can’t walk right.”

  We kiss again, and then she pulls my shirt over my head. I toss it aside and push her backward onto the futon until she’s lying down, chest heaving, her legs around my waist again.

  I can fucking smell how turned on she is, the scent of her musk nearly making me dizzy with the desire to tear her panties off and see what she tastes like.

  “Sorry it’s not the hood of a luxury car,” I say into her ear. “You ever come on a shitty futon before?”

  Luna just laughs, curling her fingers through my hair.

  “Yes,” she says.

  I nip at her neck and she grabs my sides, her nails digging in, sweet pinpricks verging on the edge of pain.

  “Good,” I say. “I like having competition.”

  I push her knees apart. She hooks one over the back of the futon, her hips rolling as she does. I take one nipple in my teeth, draw my tongue across it, and Luna makes a noise.

  Then I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh and stroke her with my thumb, over the black panties.

  They’re goddamn soaking, so wet that I can’t help but laugh with her nipple between my teeth.

  “What?” she murmurs.

  “You’re wet as hell,” I say.

  I push my thumb under her panties and onto her slick cleft, just between her lips, then move it up until I find her clit. I trace circles around it to tease her, everything slippery with her wetness.

  It’s a fucking unbelievable turn on, and I move my lips down her stomach, to her hips, and then I’m yanking the panties off, the scent of her hitting me full in the face, completely intoxicating.

  I lap at her clit once, and her body tenses. Luna gasps, and she starts breathing even faster. I do it again and again, dragging my tongue over her nub, her honey sweet in my mouth as her breath comes faster and faster, her hips bucking under me.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” I hear her whisper. Her fingers brush through my hair, like she’s forcing herself not to grab it and press my face into her pussy.

  That would be fine with me, actually. I speed up, licking her harder and harder, listening to her moans get louder. I stroke her slit with my thumb as her hand in my hair gets tighter and tighter, and even though I want to fuck her with my fingers, I don’t.

  It’s stupid, but I want my cock to be the first part of me inside her.

  “Fuck, Stone,” Luna whispers.

  Now she’s got a fistful of my hair, but I don’t mind. Not if she says things like that, in that voice.

  “God, that feels so fucking good,” she says. Her breath is coming in irregular gasps. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

  Why the fuck would I stop? I think. I’d say it out loud, but my mouth is occupied.

  I make my strokes longer and harder and listen to Luna moan.

  “Don’t stop,” she barely manages to say.

  There is no fucking chance of that. Having my face between her thighs, buried in her pussy, while she writhes and moans is heaven.

  “Make me come,” she whispers.

  Her hips buck and she half-turns onto one side, her other hand grabbing at the futon, her head turned to the side.

  “Make me come, Stone,” she says. “Please, god, make me come.”

  I keep going, pulling her toward my face with both hands on her thighs, and she makes a noise that’s almost a whimper.

  “Oh God,” she whispers, almost like she’s begging.

  Then her entire body jolts at once. Her hips buck and her back arches as she moans, her hand on my head pulling my hair so hard I’m worried I might go bald.

  I keep licking, fast and hard, even as I watch Luna convulse in the throes of pleasure, coming so hard I can feel her muscles contracting under my tongue. It’s easily the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, my cock hard enough to cut glass.

  I don’t stop until she’s gone still, her hand slack on my head.

  “Better than the last time you came on a futon?” I ask.

  I turn my head and bite the inside of her thigh, just because it’s there.

  There’s a pause.

  “What?” she says. She’s still breathing hard, and her voice sounds faraway, like she’s having trouble concentrating. I laugh, crawling back over her.

  “You said you’d come on a shitty futon before,” I remind her.

  She wraps her legs around my waist again, almost dreamily, and laughs.

  “That was definitely better,” she says, and I kiss her hard.

  I know I taste like her but I don’t care, and as she bites my lip and pushes her tongue into my mouth, exploring me, I don’t think she does either.

  “You’re dirtier than I expected,” I whisper.

  “What were you expecting?” she murmurs back.

  “I didn’t think you’d be shouting make me come already,” I say. I kiss her again, and she runs a hand down my torso, setting off sparks as she touches my skin.

  “That’s dirty?” she says, her voice low and dusky.

  Holy fucking hell.

  Her hand slides down my cock, over my jeans, and I growl. She strokes it once, then yanks my pants open and reaches in, taking it in her fist.

  I exhale in a rush and drop my head to her shoulder, because my whole body is pounding with desire for her, and if I don’t take a minute I don’t know what’s going to happen. She strokes me slow and hard, from root to tip, and I groan into her shoulder.

  Luna keeps going, a
rching her back underneath me as she slides her hand along my shaft, her legs going back around my hips, my jeans pushed halfway over my ass. I’ve got one hand on her hips and I’m pulling her into me as I thrust into her hand, still tight on my cock.

  I want to be inside her so bad I’m almost shaking. She strokes me again, her whole body flexing and moving, and she’s naked and soaking wet and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to just enter right then.

  Instead I raise myself on one elbow and kiss her hard again. She squeezes my cock and I moan into her mouth, her tongue winding around mine.

  “Let me fuck you,” I say. My voice comes out in a hoarse whisper.

  She raises her eyebrows, like she’s amused.

  “Let you?” she whispers.

  We kiss again, both gasping for breath.

  “Please fuck me, Stone,” she says, her lips still half on mine.

  Then she pauses.

  “You have condoms, right?” she asks, her voice suddenly less sultry, more normal. Like she’s just realized that I might not, and the thought horrifies her.

  “You sound nervous,” I say.

  “Just say you do,” she murmurs.

  There’s a tiny part of me that wants to tell her no, I don’t, and see if she lets me fuck her bare, but that part is an asshole and I don’t listen to it.

  “Stay there,” I say, and push myself off her.

  Luna lets my cock go, and I stand, shove my jeans off, and walk into my bedroom, taking one last look at her. She’s got one arm over her head, her legs apart, her whole body relaxed and sensual. Even in the near-dark she’s so fucking beautiful it almost hurts.

  I fish through my nightstand. There’s a horrifying moment where I think I might be out, but then my fingers find that smooth foil packet and I’m so glad I could cry.

  I roll it on, walking back into the living room. Now Luna’s sitting up, cross-legged on the futon, her head back as her eyes crawl down my body.

  A quick rush of anxiety passes through me as she looks at my chest, taking in years and years of tattoos, some good, some bad, some very stupid. But her eyes keep moving down until she’s blatantly staring my cock, still in my fist.

  I stroke it once, and I swear her eyes light up. Women have looked at me like that before, but when she does, it makes my balls tighten.

  “You’re objectifying me, Detective,” I tease.

  “You poor thing,” Luna purrs. “Come over here and I promise to stop.”

  I put one hand on the back of the futon, the metal frame wobbling a little, and lean over to kiss her again. She hooks one hand over my shoulder, then runs it slowly down my arm to my wrist, her other hand on my waist.

  Then suddenly Luna yanks on my wrist, pushes me hard, and I’m off-balance, stumbling. I land on the futon and the metal frame makes an angry creak, like something’s twisted. Luna’s on her knees next to me, laughing, my wrist still in her hand.

  “You could just tell me where you want me, Detective,” I say.

  She straddles me, pushing her hips against my belly, and I grab her ass with both hands, squeezing.

  “I don’t think you take orders very well,” she murmurs.

  “It depends on the orders,” I say.

  Her breasts are right in front of my face so I suck one rock-hard nipple into my mouth, teasing it between my teeth for a moment. Luna’s eyes slide closed and her head tilts back, a quiet moan coming from somewhere deep in her chest.

  “But sit on the futon so I can ride your cock is an order I don’t mind taking.”

  I tease the other nipple, just for fairness’ sake, and her hands squeeze my shoulders. I slide my hand down her ass until it’s between her legs. Even her upper thighs are sticky with her juices, and I push my hand between them, past her slit, and rub her clit with the pads of my fingers.

  She rocks against me, her eyes still closed, her lips parted slightly. After a few more strokes I stop. She opens her eyes and I grab my cock by the base until the head is barely touching her lips.

  Luna grabs the metal bar of the futon behind my head with one hand and arches backward, putting her own hand over mine.

  Then she lowers herself, the head of my cock parting her lips and entering her slowly. I gasp and tighten my hand on her hip, because she’s hot and wet and tight and this feels better than I’d even imagined.

  I hear a groan and realize it’s me. Luna’s pussy clenches around my cock.

  “You like it when I let you fuck me?” she says, her voice low and rough.

  “Jesus, yes,” is the only thing I can think of to say.

  She slides down another inch and takes her hand from the base of my cock, and so do I, grabbing her by the other hip. I desperately want to push her all the way down and sink my cock inside her up to the hilt, but I don’t.

  “You’re a tease,” I growl, looking down. I watch her take another inch of my thick cock, the muscles in her channel gripping my shaft.

  “Because I’m going slow?” she murmurs, her eyes heavy-lidded.

  “Because I might come before I get all the way in.”

  She slides down a little more, then sits up, pulling me out until just the head is in her. I growl, but she sinks back down, her eyes lit up with hunger as she searches my face.

  “I just want to feel every inch of your cock as you fill me up,” Luna says.

  My mouth falls open, and I squeeze her hips tighter, trying to draw her down.

  Suddenly she gasps, her hand tightening on my shoulder.

  “Oh,” she says, then swallows convulsively.

  “Right there?” I growl. I bite her collarbone and move my hips just a little to hit that spot again.

  Luna bites her lip and moans, clenching around me so hard it nearly sends me over the edge, and I break. I pull her down the last inch so I’m totally engulfed in her, and I have to grit my teeth against the wave of pleasure that threatens to take me over.

  “You feel goddamn amazing,” I growl.

  I think she whimpers. Alarm shoots through me, and I’m afraid I’ve hurt her, but then she moves her hips against me and groans, leaning her forehead against mine.

  “Your cock feels so good,” she whispers, still moving. “Holy shit, Stone.”

  There’s no way I’m gonna last very long, not if Miss by-the-book talks like that.

  I hold her hips and thrust deep into her, and Luna grunts. Her muscles pulse around me, almost like she’s trying to grip my cock with her pussy. I do it again and she moans. We work our way into a rhythm, moving together faster and faster.

  Luna leans back, her hands on my knees, and now I can watch her whole body as we fuck: her hips moving, her lips stretched around my cock, her tits bouncing. Her head thrown back with her eyes closed.

  It’s goddamn glorious.

  “You showing off for me?” I say.

  I’m dangerously close to the edge, but if I finish without making her come again first I’ll never forgive myself.

  “You said you liked looking,” Luna says, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “It feels like you like looking.”

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  “Your pussy around my cock is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, and pull her down onto me, hard. She moans and I do it again, watching my cock disappear inside her, feeling her squeeze me all the way down my shaft.

  “Fuck me, Stone,” she whispers. “God, fuck me just like that.”

  Hell yes, I fuck her just like that, pulling her onto me as hard as I can again and again as Luna rides me mercilessly.

  “Slow down, I’m gonna come,” she says suddenly. Her fingernails dig into my knees. I grit my teeth together and slow down, desperately trying to hold back the tsunami threatening to burst forth at any second.

  “Come on my cock,” I whisper. “Luna, I want to feel you come so bad.”

  I push myself deep one last time and Luna gasps.

  “Oh fuck, Stone,” she whimpers.

  The
n she clenches around me, her muscles pulsing and squeezing as Luna keeps riding me, saying oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck over and over again, like it’s a chant.

  I last two seconds before I release myself inside her. I think I’m shouting, but it feels so fucking incredible that everything goes blank for a moment and all that exists is me, tumbling over the edge of a cliff.

  Gradually, she slows. I open my eyes, and after a moment, so does she, still sitting on my spent cock, hands on my knees behind her. I lean my head back against the futon, and I can feel sweat trickling down my neck.

  My mind’s gone totally blank, like I came all the thoughts out of my head, and we just stare at each other for a long moment, breathing hard.

  “Holy shit, Detective,” I manage to say, and that breaks the spell.

  Luna leans forward, puts one hand on my chest, and kisses me deep, then pulls herself off me and flops on the futon. I have the urge to pull her back to me, her head against my shoulder, and bask in the afterglow like that, skin-to-skin.

  I wonder what she’d look like asleep in my arms, relaxed and soft, tangled with me.

  I stand up.

  “Be right back,” I say, and head to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

  I throw it away, then stare after it into the trash for a moment, not seeing a thing, because I didn’t think this through at all. Surprise surprise: someone who’s been a criminal most of his life doesn’t think a lot about the consequences of his actions.

  I just wanted her. Even though I knew better, I never really thought about what might happen afterwards. I didn’t think that I might want to snuggle, or I might want to ask her to stay.

  I didn’t realize that after finally fucking Luna, the next question on my mind would be how do I get to do that again?

  I’m an idiot, I think.

  I wash my hands slowly, dry them on the single towel I’ve unpacked, and sit next to Luna on the futon.

  She leans her head against my shoulder lightly, and I put a hand on her knee.

  Shit.

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  Luna

  Okay, I think. Maybe, every once in a while, the sex is worth the crazy.

  “That was fun,” I say.

  Stone’s living room is almost completely dark now, and I’m leaning my head against his shoulder, my hands in my lap. I kind of want to get closer, snuggle in, but I feel like I’m in choppy, untested waters here.