Wet Work: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Carmen Faye

  Shit, he knew it was a bad idea going to that woman to get them cleaned up. “Hey, the bitches like to know my hands are clean when I get them in their goodies. No one likes a dirty thumb in their asshole. You'd appreciate that, wouldn't you?”

  Darcy shook her head and just left her mouth open slightly, taken aback by that remark. “You're unbelievable. It almost seems like you're trying to act charming or maybe sophisticated, and then you go and say something as vulgar as that. I can't get a good reading on you, Speed…”

  “And that's why you're so interested in me. I think it's safe for me to assume you're tired of those meathead athletic types. Them and their black-and-white, win-or-lose, way of looking at the world. Me, I'm worth your time and much more. But you didn’t answer me, Darcy. Just a single kiss, then I’ll tell you everything and you can go home alone, unless you get so moist and wanting you decide to go for a ride on my dick after all.”

  Chapter Seven

  Darcy told herself being put on the spot and given a hard time by Speed wasn’t getting to her. It was a simple playground tactic the bad boys around her had been trying to use since she could walk. He was being mean to try to make her like him, as though it was somehow meant to be impressive. There was no way she was so immature and easy to manipulate. So, the alternative explanation for response was much worse: she actually wanted to kiss this selfish prick. Darcy sat back down.

  “If you're not going to leave, does that mean you want to find out more about my involvement with your friend? I know you'd do anything for her, but would you risk a kiss with me? I promise it's going to be the best kiss you've ever had, and you will not want to leave.” Speed leant forward in the water, like he was getting ready to push over to her side of the hot tub. His enthusiasm was flattering but it also made her feel like she didn't have a choice.

  “If I say no, are you actually going to accept that? Is this even my decision or are you just going to keep whining about it like a petulant little boy, nil you get what you want?”

  “Hey, say the word and I'll back off. No hurt feelings, sweetheart,” said Speed.

  Darcy sighed. “Fine. Let’s get this over with then, and no tongue.”

  Those words were all she got out, because Speed was moving through the water immediately, his taut body like a tightly coiled spring that had for the first time been allowed to release its energy. He kissed her, just a little, not trying to get anything more than the simple 'peck' they’d agreed to. It was warm and tender, which was extremely surprising. He didn’t even try to slip his tongue down her throat or open his mouth to exchange saliva. It was just a kiss, a proper one, like they were on a first date or something.

  And then it was over, and he pulled his head back from her. Their eyes locked onto each other and something deep went between each of them, even though they were no longer touching. In fact, he had not put even a single finger on Darcy while they were kissing. She had expected him to be nothing but hands, ready to grab whatever he could while she was letting him get that close to her. But, no, he certainly didn't even try. It was almost offensive, and Darcy realized she wasn't going to be able to keep fending him off, not if she wanted him to keep making advances.

  She did want him to keep trying to get with her. There was no point fighting it any more. All of these thoughts, and even more that she couldn't even work through her conscious mind, raced around at the back of her vision. While her brain was busy, their eyes remained locked. It might have been some time since either of them had moved. Speed finally looked like he was going to give up, after the long silence and without Darcy reacting much to the kiss. So, she put her hand on his arm and let it rest there.

  Darcy couldn’t resist any more, and for some reason that kiss was more of a turn on than any porn-style make out session he could have tried to initiate in the tub. Her pussy was begging her to do something, anything more than just put a hand on his arm. Luckily, Speed took that as the sign he'd been hoping for, and he reached for her, drew her in toward him. They were in the middle on the hot tub, the bubbles rising and jostling all around them. Kissing again, this time not just a little, closed-mouth one.

  Darcy's body shook and that only added to the pleasure the bubbles were causing all over her skin. He was so firm, capable of doing a lot of damage with those muscular hands. But they were moving over her body in such a gentle and caring way, it made her feel something almost sentimental.

  “I've been wanting to kiss you since the second I saw you,” he said.

  Darcy almost didn't do it, but she told him, “I thought the same thing. Only I wanted to do a lot more than just kiss you. Does that make me a slut or what?”

  “It doesn't make me a slut; it doesn't make you a slut. Let's just enjoy this ride while we can.” Speed turned himself away from her a little, breaking up their tight embrace in the center of the water.

  Darcy wondered if he was going to ask her to get out of the hot tub. She didn't want to yet, because it was such a perfectly sensual experience, no doubt heightened by the caressing jets.

  “Where are you going?” she said, but he wasn't moving away from her. He was just shifting back so he could angle his thick fingers down, over her breasts, her flat and taut stomach…

  It didn’t take long and he had two fingers inside of her. She gasped, moisture lining her succulent lips and making her breath feel damp as she inhaled. The warmth of the water seemed to exponentially increase, like it had been continually heating up over a low flame; just now she was realizing how hot she'd been feeling this whole time. Speed worked wonders with just two fingers. They slipped easily through the wetness, in and out of her. He'd completely ignored her clit and gone straight for penetration, as though he'd been focused on ensuring that at least part of him was inside her, like she might still decide to leave, and hence leave him never knowing what that felt like.

  It was good, she could assure anyone. “Kiss me again,” she told him, and he did, working his fingers like meat hooks inside her, seeking out the right spot and giving it all of their attention. This guy knew his way around a woman's body. He must have been inside so many that no one could ever give an accurate account.

  “Do you want to fuck?” he asked. A simple request, but one that had so much impact.

  Darcy nodded, unable to withdraw her mind from the intense pleasure that she was feeling, the arousal of being in the moment and no longer caring about anything else. It was warming and invigorating to be able to feel that way, almost like she felt on her bike, out there in a race.

  “I want you so bad,” she said. “Prove that you're not all talk and make me feel it.”

  Next, he took hold of her and began to move her body away from the middle of the hot tub. She wasn't sure what he wanted at first, but quickly realized that he was going to take her from behind. Those strong hands turned her around to lean up against the white edge of the hot tub. The whole time, their breathing was heavier than it needed to be. Each of them in good shape, and would not have been out of breath so easily. The passion of the moment was hard to fight, and even Darcy found herself moving toward the cusp of hyperventilating, even if she did so willingly. She focused and tried to steady herself. The damp heat all around, cut only by the rising steam, made that difficult to do.

  “Go slow, just for now,” she said. That was almost an order for herself, but Speed responded, as well.

  “Whatever you need,” he replied.

  He took the back of her damp hair in his left fist, using it only to guide her up against the edge of the hot tub, to work her into the perfect position and angle, so this would be the ultimate experience. He didn't pull at her hair, though, but held it tightly between his fingers. It made Darcy feel like she was inside his warm center of the world, with no way anything could ever harm her. Taken care of by a real man who was about to fuck her silly. It was the hottest moment of her life, but that was about to change.

  With his other hand, Speed guided himself up against Darcy. The bulging end of his
cock glided along the inside of her ass cheek, toward its delicate target. She pulsed as the anticipation grew, and he seemed to savor that final moment more than anything. He went to the left, only slightly too far. Darcy could almost feel him begin to enter her, but then he went back to the right, just a little bit too much.

  Speed continued to do this, and he moaned with satisfaction each time Darcy would shudder and arch her back. He even went with her involuntary spasms of desperately wanted ecstasy, mock-yanking back on her hair to enhance the concave shape of her back when she did so.

  “You're the hottest thing I've ever seen, and I've fucked more women all over the world, more than most people ever even meet.”

  “Stop telling me about your conquests, you bastard. You've got me, stop playing — just fuck me will you?” Darcy turned her head a little so she could narrowly make out a peripheral ghost of the man behind her, ready to take her places she hopefully had never been before. He was in charge and it was driving Darcy wild that he wouldn't just stick it inside of her already. How can he have so much willpower about this? The guy wasn't exactly the kind of person who would show any restraint, not like Darcy and Aubrey did every day during their lives of training. “Isn't this killing you?” she asked.

  “I'm willing to wait, if it will make things more enjoyable. You should feel flattered, Darcy. Most bitches don’t get to take up so much of my time.

  What an asshole! But she couldn’t help but love it, and that was confusing her. Something also told Darcy it was not going to be the only time they'd fuck; it was already hotter than most lays she'd had, and he was still toying with her. She kept telling herself it wasn’t because of how mean he was being.

  Without further ceremony or warning, Speed put his pelvis forward, dick still in his free hand. He slid inside her so easily, helped by the warm water and her extreme arousal.

  “Oh, fuck,” she uttered. She had not realized the true extent of how horny Speed had been making her, but that was his whole plan all along, obviously. Darcy stuck her ass out and pushed back into his thrusts. She moaned as the momentum increased. What followed next became the new hottest moment of her life, and each concurrent second overtook the one that had come before. Escalating toward a distant climax, the pleasure only grew and grew.

  It wasn't long before Speed was pounding her as fast as she could handle. So much for going slow, but then again, she hadn't exactly asked him to slow down. It went from sensual and working from tip to balls, pushing in and out the entire length into her — to taking it like a sledgehammer — in maybe thirty seconds. Before he was even giving her all he had, Darcy was feeling it more than she was used to. It didn't hurt exactly, but she was being worked hard.

  “How do you like me now? Think you could handle it a bit harder?” He sounded harsher now, like he was letting himself get carried away.

  That was fucking hot and Darcy just nodded her head eagerly. “Of course!” she called back over her shoulder. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure she could take it as hard as he might be able to give it. The average guy she'd slept with could get going pretty well, but they all ran out of steam relatively soon, or they'd have to slow down to avoid blowing their load early. It didn’t matter, because she would not give him the satisfaction of asking for it slower.

  Whether or not she could take it didn’t matter. He started to fuck her harder, faster, somehow getting a solid grip in the slipperiness of the tub. He put his right hand out in front of her to grab the edge of the tub and used it to stabilize his motions. With his left hand, he pulled back on her long and healthy hair. That was amazing, like she was being ridden hard and dirty.

  “Yeah, pull my hair,” she said without thinking. That kind of thing had never come out of her mouth before, but it wasn't like she didn't think about being slutty. Maybe it just took a bad boy to bring out her bad side.

  It was the fastest, and definitely the hottest, sex Darcy had ever had. She felt like she wanted to come so soon, even her vibrator, with all of its little features, couldn't have the same effect on her. Speed used his cock like a weapon, and his hands were purely for making sure his target remained just where he needed her to be. Darcy was happy to be that target, and didn't want to ruin the good feeling by trying to move or slow things down; it did hurt, but the pleasure certainly overshadowed that slight pain.

  Darcy was an athlete, and she was no stranger to a nice, hard fuck. Those good sexual partners were just few and far between, leaving her usually wanting more than she could get. Speed was something else, though — he was a fucking demon and it made Darcy wish she had done more with him before they'd started having sex. She wanted to suck his dick while he stood before her. She wanted him to fuck her in public, even if people were watching. There was nothing she wouldn't do just to make herself cum harder, to prove to him she could take anything he was willing to give to her.

  The thoughts all built up like bubbles rising in the hot tub, steam gathering and building up inside her mind until her body was set to explode.

  Within what must have been just a few minutes, she screamed out and started to climax loudly, letting her lungs release with complete abandon. She might not have made that much noise in her life, even while training and struggling to take a steep incline, or get past a rider who had been ahead of the pack for an entire race.

  It was amazing. “What…the fuck…was that?” she asked. It wasn't even a rhetorical question; she genuinely wanted to know what and how this man had been able to manipulate her body in so many wonderful ways, which she could never had done herself.

  “I knew your pussy would be good,” he said to her. Darcy didn't move away from the edge of the hot tub, and Speed rested forward against her back a little. He didn't actually let any of his body's weight lean on her, but their skin clung together with the moisture and their heat. He bit back of the neck, just under her hair line. His breath was hot on her skin, even with the rising steam from the water. “Are you ready to give it another go?” he asked?”

  “Of course I am. I’ll never get tired,” Darcy responded. She still wasn’t beyond trying to vie for power and prove she was tougher than him. “Did you cum? I didn't feel it,” she said, feeling a little selfish for not noticing whether he had or not. It was difficult to feel with all the water, and the extreme height of her own orgasm.

  “Not yet, but I'm going to fucking fill you up, don't worry about that.” He grabbed her tits from behind, one in each of his hands. They filled his palms as though they were custom made to go together, without being too big or too small for him.

  The second time, a few minutes later, she came in a more relaxed way. Physically, it was fiery and passionate, as far as the hard pounding Speed continued to give her from behind. But the sensation that crept and then swirled inside her, through her flesh, pumping around with her blood brought a calm focus that made her realize she wasn’t making a mistake with this guy.

  “Are you kidding me?” she asked dreamily as he pulled out from her. “How did you do that? My pussy’s still vibrating.”

  “Lots of practice, sweetheart. I’m sure you’ll be back to try and figure it out though. They always want more.”

  “Don’t be so sure of yourself,” she said.

  He then helped her out of the tub, and into a warm robe. It was unexpected but maybe he was just feeling relaxed and charitable after cumming. Without his biker gear on, it was easy to pretend Speed was a completely different type of person. Even with the tattoos still covering a lot of his muscular physique, he almost fit the part of an okay guy.

  He placed her down on the bed and Darcy just went all squishy in his strong arms as he laid her down. It seemed like some sort of dream, and that hopefully wasn’t some wall her mind had put up to trick her into letting this apparent scumbag fuck her silly. Darcy knew it was just a little fling, but it was easy to pretend she was lying beside someone who actually gave a damn about her.

  “I have a proposition for you, Darcy.”

  “Hmm?”
She didn’t much feel like talking. It’d been such a big day.

  “You’ll have to wait until the morning, and then I’ll tell you.” He pulled back the covers and placed them over her, then slid in beside her. “Maybe we can fuck again before I kick you out.”

  The robe was only loosely around her, and he slowly played with her perky, young breasts. The tweaking of her nipples started to get her horny again, but there was no way Darcy was ready for another round yet. She didn’t even want to admit to herself that she wanted more. He was such an asshole. But it would be hard to pass up a chance at more sex like that.

  “That’s fine. I have to train at six anyway,” she said absent-mindedly. It was automatic at this point, her training routine with Steve. “My alarm’s going to go off at five. Don’t mess it with.”

  “No problem. We’re going to need to talk about my proposition, as well. You’ll love it. I bet you’re pretty worn out – a race and a good, hard fuck. Get some rest. I might watch TV first.”

  That was odd. Why does he care if I get rest? “Sure…,” she mumbled. “Do you really have something to ask me? What is it?”