Wycked Crush (Wycked Obsession Book 1)

by Wynne Roman

I should have kept my big mouth shut, and I fucking know it, just like I know this’ll come back to bite me in the ass. Honestly? I don’t give a fuck right now.

  That cunt called my kitten a slut.

  Bree left the restaurant, and so I follow in the direction she went. She’s not around the elevators, not down the long hall, which leaves me with a shorter hallway that ends with a large, gleaming window. I head that way and find an odd little alcove with a couple of chairs—and Bree.

  She’s leaning against the wall, her head back and eyes closed. Her arms are loose at her sides, but her fingers are clenched in tight fists.

  “Bree?” I say softly. “Baby?”

  Her breasts rise and fall as she takes a deep breath, and after a moment, she opens her eyes and settles her gaze on me. It shouldn’t surprise me, but the depth of her soft and caring expression does. “Ajia.” Her smile is small.

  Relief shoves the breath from my lungs. “What’s wrong, baby? Why didn’t you come back to me?”

  She shakes her head, and I step closer. She drops her gaze. “Those women were there.”

  The stress she places on the word sounds like she might as well have said the devil. Demons. Vampires.

  I pull her into my arms. “They weren’t anybody, baby. Less than nothing. They were just talking to me. You know I wouldn’t—”

  “Oh, Ajia.” She strokes my face, her fingers soft. And—are they trembling?

  “Bree, baby—”

  “I know, A. I know it wasn’t anything like that. You promised.”

  Relief leaves me breathless. “Thank you for that, baby. I…don’t deserve it, but it means a lot.”

  Her palm rests wide over my chest, right at my heart. “It wasn’t about you or anything you did. It’s them. Who they are and what they represent.”

  What they represent? “Not sure I understand what that means, kitten.”

  “I…” She pauses, shakes her head, and I’m caught up for a moment in the way her chocolate-brown hair tumbles around her shoulders.

  “They were in the bathroom with me,” she finishes after a moment. “I was in one of the stalls, so they didn’t see me. They were talking about me. About the rumors, but mostly about me as a person.”

  “What about you?”

  She shakes her head again and gives a sad little laugh. “Well, let’s see. I’m wearing a cute dress but it looks like shit on me. My tits are too small, my thighs—maybe my ass?—are too big. There was some other stuff, but they pretty much agreed that trying to fix me up was a waste of time. What did they say? Something about it being like putting lipstick on a pig.”

  “What. The. Fuck?” I smack my hand over hers, where it still rests on my chest, and I press it hard against my pounding heart.

  “But the good news is they agreed y’all aren’t wasting your time—or maybe your hotness—by fucking me.”

  “Holy. Motherfucking. Christ.”

  My voice is deep, growly, and pissed. Exactly how I feel. I can’t let myself move or even breathe on the chance that I’m going to do something really fucking bad. Like kill somebody.

  I close my eyes, breathe deep into my belly, and try to calm the rage that makes me want to do something really fucking stupid. Somehow, I manage to get my shit together. I think it’s my concern for Bree that gives me any kind of self-control.

  “Baby.” I pull her to me, her tits flat against my chest and one leg tucked between mine. My cock perks up, liking this position a lot, but I ignore that for now and rub my hand tenderly over her back, up and down.

  “You know that’s all a bunch of shit,” I say when I can. “They’re just jealous bitches. It’s all—”

  “Is it?” She pulls back enough to look up at me. “Is it anything but the truth? I’m nobody. I’m Knox Gallagher’s sister, plain and simple and very fucking ordinary. I go to college in Austin, Texas, and I have no business being here with the pretty people.”

  “And I’m a fucking commodity. If you don’t belong, I sure as fuck don’t. They don’t want me, they want Ajia Stone, rock star, and he doesn’t even fucking exist. He’s a figment of those chicks’ imagination. You’re the only one who wants—who even knows—the real me.”

  And that’s a fucking lie. She doesn’t know the real me. Nobody does. The fans have one part, the band another, Mason and Jill still another, and Bree has the part that’s the me I want to be. But that’s still not me, and that makes my whole life a fucking farce.

  A farce that I swear to God I’m ending today. Not here, not in public, but when we’re alone. No more running and hiding. I’ll tell her what I’ve done, what a sick fuck I am, and then?

  Is there any way she’ll want to stay with me?

  I shift so I can catch her mouth with mine. I have to taste her—now. Our kiss is long and hard, lips and tongues and teeth. My mouth demands her response, and she gives it. Completely and immediately.

  “You’re my girl,” I snarl against her lips. “And those cunts can go fuck themselves.”

  She pulls back enough that I can see the emotion—hope, desire…pleasure— flicker in her wide green eyes. “I’m your girl?”

  “Fuck, yes.” My smile is crooked. Will she want to be my girl after she hears everything?

  “Since when?”

  I give her honesty about this much. “You think I’d have ever slept with you if I wasn’t gonna make you my girl?”

  She smiles softly. “I guess I never thought that far ahead.”

  “Well, you don’t have to now. You’re mine, I’m yours, and we’re telling Knox tonight. No more of this sneaking around shit.”

  Besides, now that I said what I did to the vampire and her minion, the rumors are bound to amp up. Change. I should probably warn Bree, but not here. I can’t stand to stay in this fucking hotel, at this party, a second longer.

  “C’mon, baby.” I loop my arm around her shoulders and lead her back toward the elevators. “We’re getting out of here.”

  “We are?”

  “Yep.” I pull out my phone with my free hand and text Baz. “The limo can take us to the hotel, then come back for the others.”

  I glance into the restaurant as we wait for the elevator. The party seems to be going strong, and I thank God I don’t see anybody I recognize. Or anybody who’s going to try and stop us from leaving. Worse, anybody who’ll say something stupid that’ll mean I have to punch them. And especially no vampire goth chick or her creepy minion.

  Nobody notices us at all.

  “I can’t wait to get you back to my room.” I drop a kiss on top of Bree’s head and whisper against her hair. “I’m going to lick you from top to bottom—and then do it again.”

  She peers up at me, the naughtiness in her expression surprising me. “You aren’t going to fuck me?”

  I blink. “Do you want me to?”

  “Yes.”

  I shake my head with a little laugh. “Well, no, baby, probably not. It’s too soon. You’ll be sore.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “I do.” I lean down so we’re eye to eye. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Any more than I have to, I remind myself. Any more than I already have. “But I’m still going to make you come.”

  “Only if I get to—you know.”

  “What?”

  The elevator dings, signaling its arriving. I don’t look away from her.

  “You know. Put you in my…mouth.” She kind of rushes the last.

  I can’t help it. I drop a quick, fierce kiss on her mouth, and she turns into me. Her arms go around my waist and presses herself against me.

  “You wanna suck me off, baby?” I whisper in her ear. “You got it.”

  We step into the empty elevator, and the instant the doors close, I pull her close for a deeper, more sexual kiss. Maybe I’m not going to fuck her with my cock today—it’s my job to fucking take care of my girl—but I’m going to remind her what it’s gonna be like the next time w
e do it.

  Her arms are around my back, clutching my suit jacket, and her belly is pressed against my erection. Fuck. My mouth waters, pushing me to go down on her right now, at this very fucking second, but I’ve pushed the boundaries of good luck far enough today.

  Nope. Not here in the elevator, but soon, she’ll be mine again.

  We barely make it through the door to my room before Bree is in my arms and I push her up against the wall. We kiss in that same desperate, open-mouthed way, my tongue searching, seeking, plunging home.

  Jesus, I need to be inside her! But that’s about me, not her, and some sane part of my brain knows she needs a little time to recover. She was a virgin less than twenty-four hours ago, and my cock not only destroyed her hymen, but I stretched her wider than a virgin should probably go. That means, for today, I’ll try to restrain myself and show her how much I want her in other ways.

  But, first…we should talk. I said we would. I said I’d tell her my truths, and I want to do that before we tell Knox about us. I’ve been a fucking coward to keep this from her for so long—even the sanitized version. I should have told her that much before she let me fuck her. She deserves that—and more.

  It could change everything, and I fucking know it. But she deserved to know everything about the guy she thinks she loves.

  “Bree…baby.” I step back. “We should talk.”

  The smile she gives me is wicked, and slowly she shakes her head. “I can think of a lot of things I’d rather do than talk.”

  She reaches up to push my jacket from my shoulders and down my arms, rising up on her tiptoes to drag her tongue along my jaw and up to behind my ear. “Like this,” she says, her hands working at the knot of my tie. Shivers race down my spine as her teeth close over my earlobe. Next thing I know, my tie is free, and she slings it across the room. “Or this,” she adds as she unbuttons my shirt.

  Her head drops back far enough that I can see her eyes, heavy with desire that goes soul-fucking-deep. Can she see the same in me? It feels like it.

  Jesus, I need her.

  She unfastens my belt, unbuttons and unzips me, and then her hands are on my hips, pushing downward.

  “Bree…”

  I try again, but my dick is so hard, I don’t have any blood flow left for my brain. My voice comes out all hoarse and ragged, and it disappears altogether when she sinks to her knees in front of me. She drags my pants down with her, all the way to my ankles. Lifting one leg and then the other, she gets rid of my shoes, socks, and then tosses my pants aside. She tugs on my boxer briefs, my cock springs free, and then I’m naked.

  How the fuck did she do that? And why can’t I seem to do anything but stare at the blatant need on her face?

  “Oh, baby.” She looks up at me so I can see her wide-eyed excitement. “You look different from this position.” She leans forward and swirls her tongue around the head of my cock. “Beautiful.”

  I mean to laugh, but it’s a choked-off sound. “Men aren’t beautiful.”

  “You are.” She kisses the tip, pulls it just between her lips and sucks gently.

  My hips flex forward before I can even think about it. Her soft mouth is like fucking heaven, and I do it again.

  Looking down, hair that’s come out of my ponytail hangs in my face, but so fucking what? I can only stand there and watch as she strokes her tongue up and down my shaft like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. My cock grows harder, and before I really know what Bree’s doing, she sits back on her heels. Angling her head to one side, she licks my balls, sucks them into her mouth. Her tongue circles around them, and she sucks on them with just enough force to drive me wild.

  “Jesus, baby!” When the fuck did I shove my hands in her hair? I don’t even know if I’m pushing her away or pulling her closer. I groan. “Where the fuck did you learn that?”

  She releases me with a pop but starts licking up and down my cock again. “The internet.”

  A laugh chokes out of me as she takes me in her mouth again. “The internet? What the fuck did you do, Google blowjobs?”

  “Porn.”

  She takes my dick deep into her mouth, leaning forward and dropping her head down until the tip reaches the back of her throat. She gags a little, but she doesn’t let that stop her. She does it again. Again.

  “Baby.” It’s a groan. I force myself to pull out of her mouth and drop to my knees so I can look at her, eye to eye. “Porn, kitten? Why were you watching porn?”

  She licks her lips. “So I’d know how to please you.” She says it like the answer should have already been obvious.

  And maybe it is, but the whole idea kind of fucks with my head.

  “You don’t have to do shit like that, baby. You know I want you. As…you.”

  “I know. For now.” She drops her gaze. “While we’re new and…getting to know each other this way.” Her hands rest on my thighs, and she squeezes the muscles there. “But you’ve been with…a lot of women. Experienced and beautiful women. I’m not like them so—”

  “Oh, baby.” I lift her chin so she has no choice but to look in my eyes. “Those women don’t mean shit. Never did. Don’t remember them, couldn’t tell you any of their names or what they looked like. Can’t even tell you what I did with them.”

  It makes me sound like a piece of shit dickhead, and I know it, but it’s the truth. As fucked up as that is. With all the other shit still unsaid between us, I’m not lying about anything else.

  “But you.” I lean in so I can catch her lips with mine. “No one is more beautiful than you are, kitten, and I remember every fucking thing we’ve ever done. I will always know, until the day I die.”

  “But…” She hesitates. “We haven’t done everything.”

  “What do you mean everything?”

  “You know.” She frowns just a little. “Other positions. Other…places. Everything.”

  “I need better words than that, baby, but it doesn’t matter right now. We’re not doing everything.” I cup her pussy through her dress. “Not tonight. You’re still sore, and you need some time so I don’t hurt you. But you’re not even going to know the difference, because I’m going to make you come so many times with my mouth, you’ll lose count.”

  For some reason, it hits me then just how hot it is that I’m naked and she’s still fully dressed. I never expected that, don’t know why it turns me on so much, and then it doesn’t matter. The thought disappears when she flexes her crotch against my hand.

  “And you’ll let me? Too?”

  “Let you what?”

  She reaches for my cock. “You’ll let me do all of it. And you’ll… come in my mouth?”

  My dick gets harder. “Is that what you want?”

  Her eyes darken to an almost gray-green. “Yes.”

  “All right.”

  I push to my feet and pull her up with me, dragging her dress up and over her head as we move. She might actually get more credit than me; she wants it off as much as I do and gets the dress over her head in an instant. I bend a little at the knees, just enough to give her foot a resting place when I pull her leg into place.

  “Those fucking bows have been driving me insane all night.” I unfasten one shoe and toss it aside.

  Her smile is as naughty as it is surprised. “They have?”

  “Fuck, yeah.” I lower one leg, take up the other, and then sling shoe number two across the room.

  “I just thought—” her breath comes a little heavier as I curl my palm over her calf and trace a light, teasing line to the back of her knee “—they were…cute.”

  “Cute, hell.” I release her leg and lean in to catch her bottom lip between my teeth. “They’re sexy as fuck.”

  And I’m not wasting any more time uncovering the rest of her body. My mouth is open over hers, my tongue licking and circling, and my fingers imitate the motions as I work my hands over her body. In seconds, her bra and thong are gone, and then she sta
nds before me in nothing but a pair of goddamn thigh-high stockings. Stockings that make my dick like fucking granite, and even that’s too much between us.

  I drag my mouth down, over her jaw, her throat, her chest, her tits. I lick and stroke my way down until my tongue finds her navel, and she sucks in a sharp breath. I smile against her belly, and then settle back to roll the stockings down her legs and tug them from her feet. I’m rough enough that I probably ruined them, but I don’t give a shit.

  “C’mon, baby.”

  I grab her hand and stand, leading her to the bed. It surprises me when her hands come up to my chest and she pushes me back. Next thing I know, she’s on her knees before me again.

  “You’re sure you want to do this?” I force myself to ask the question.

  She wraps her fingers around my cock with an oddly secretive smile. “Ajia, baby, I have wanted this for so long, you’d be shocked. You thought little Bree Gallagher didn’t think about stuff like this? You were wrong.”

  “Ye-ah?” The word comes out of my mouth with an odd break in the middle, exactly when she strokes her hand up and down my cock.

  “Yeah.” The smile is still there as she leans down to kiss the head. “I was still in high school at the time I first fantasized about this.”

  “Uh…huh?”

  It was supposed to be a laugh, but suddenly I can’t think. She’s licking me again, up and down my shaft, her tongue following a rhythm set by her hand. It was good before, but now, harder and more on the edge, it’s fan-fucking-tastic.

  “You’re too big for me to take all of it in my mouth.” Her lips move against the length of my cock. “I’ll have to practice that. But, God, baby—”

  This time I do laugh, but it’s ragged. “I can’t think of anything better than your mouth on any part of me. Right now. Just like you’re doing.”

  Her smile is seduction itself, and she leans in to take my cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around like she’s licking an ice cream cone, and my hips follow her rhythm. Again and again she licks, sucks, bobs her head up and down. Each time she takes me a little deeper, and when the tip reaches the back of her throat again, she doesn’t gag this time.