SeducedByTheAntiHero

by L. J. Fine

  Now this intimidating badass was what Emma had been expecting when she had first met him. Seems Halloween brought out all different aspects of people and Chloe stood transfixed by this side of her boyfriend.

  “Oh, we are so gonna have a good time with those fake fangs when he gets home tonight.” Chloe licked her lips. “C’mon, let’s go say hi.”

  Before Emma could protest that he seemed more apt to bite her face off than say hello at the moment, Chloe was already moving toward him. Emma rolled her eyes and went to follow when a smoke machine suddenly went off right above her head, obscuring her vision and giving her a coughing fit.

  After what felt like an eternity of waving her hands to clear the smoke, she looked to where Chloe had taken off but Chloe and Brian were nowhere to be seen.

  Maybe they had gone around the bend to get out of the way. She walked farther down the path and around the corner but the corridor was empty. Eerily so.

  Okay, so maybe this place was starting to get to her. She was severely skeeved out.

  “Chloe,” she hissed as she rounded yet another bend that led into what looked like an empty room. The walls were lined with black curtains swaying in the slight draft that seemed to permeate the entire building. But it was a dead end and Chloe was nowhere to be found.

  “Damn it,” she muttered to herself as she turned to leave. All the while the words they aren’t allowed to touch you repeated like a mantra in the back of her mind. The last thing she wanted to do was go through this haunted maze, being chased down by actors in disturbingly vivid costumes, by herself. But though she was frustrated with Chloe for taking off, the knowledge that this was all fake gave her a modicum of comfort. And hadn’t she been thinking she needed to add some excitement to her life? Who knew? Maybe she could use this in her writing somehow. It certainly gave her an accurate description of fear to draw from.

  That was when a pair of hands shot out from behind a curtain. One strong arm wrapped around her waist while a hand clamped over her mouth to drag her backward behind the heavy black material and out of sight.

  White-hot fear gripped her as she was pulled close into the hard body behind her. Her attacker’s head dipped lower until the silky softness of his lips reached her ear.

  “You should know better than to wander off the beaten path, little girl.” The low, gruff timbre of his voice sent goose bumps down her neck where his warm breath fanned out over her skin.

  Emma’s frightened whimper was muffled by the calloused palm that still covered her mouth and he chuckled against her hair. In a movement so fast it was almost inhuman, he spun her around, pinning her between the brick wall at her back with his solid frame at her front. Now it was Emma whose heart was in her throat. Who was this guy? And what happened to the no touching rule?

  The hood of the black sweatshirt he wore covered his head, obscuring his features from her view. Even through the dense material, she could see the muscles that bunched and tensed with the effort of keeping her in place. He removed his hand from her mouth and grabbed her wrists to hold them above her head against the wall. Though he was firm with her, surprisingly, he wasn’t hurting her.

  He dipped his head forward and it was then that she realized who held her captive.

  Ben put his face level with hers and her gaze dropped down to the mouth that was bare inches from her own. Those full, sensuous lips of his curved up into another rare smile. This one even more brilliant than the one she’d witnessed earlier, revealing perfect teeth in a grin that was almost devastating. Her eyes flashed to his and this close, she saw that they were lighter than the rest of his brothers. A deep whiskey color with hints of yellow around the irises, they were beautiful and haunting, containing a heat that the sane part of her didn’t even know what to do with.

  Though, her body had a few ideas.

  Moving closer, he aligned the full length of his body with hers, letting her feel every hard inch of his frame against her softer one. Some of that hardness was concentrated below the belt and was pressed against her belly. All that pressure and knowing what was about to happen, had her heart beating out a rapid staccato in her chest.

  As if he could hear it, his smile turned mischievous before he ran the tip of his nose along the side of her neck, breathing her in. “Are you scared?” Sharp teeth nipped at her skin before his tongue laved at it to soothe the sting. She swallowed hard and his tongue tracked the movement before he pulled back slightly.

  Guess he really had been serious about taking Chloe up on that bet. Who knew? The way he’d left the bonfire without speaking to her, she figured he’d just been leading Chloe along.

  “Should I be?” The question was breathless and she knew it wasn’t from fear. Maybe she should have been afraid. To have a virtual stranger pressing her up against a wall like this, and no one knew where they were. But there was something about his scent, like wood smoke and dark spices. Something about the way he was touching her, like if he was too forceful she would break, that had her initial fear turning into a liquid desire that pooled low in her belly.

  A wicked light flashed through his eyes. “Isn’t that what you came here for? To find a new and interesting way to make yourself scream?”

  Holy. Shit.

  Any response she might have given was cut off by the feel of his lips softly brushing hers. Just a sweep of flesh against flesh, nothing more, as he slowly dragged his lips back and forth. It was almost calming, maybe even had her slightly mesmerized, so when his tongue traced the seam of her lips she gasped. And he took full advantage.

  His kiss was unhurried despite this unusual situation. He took his time tasting her, rubbing his tongue against hers in a sensuous rhythm that chased all rational thought from her mind. This man was decadent and she couldn’t deny that she wanted him. So she kissed him back.

  The low growl of his approval flowed into her, making her shiver. Slowly, he slid her wrists back down the wall and held them at her sides. The pressure he put on them was a clear warning to keep them where they were before he lifted his hands. Not wanting this to end so soon, she obeyed.

  Deft fingers pulled at the zipper of her sweatshirt, then slid it down over her shoulders to tangle at her wrists, effectively tying them together, binding her where he wanted her. All the while his lips never left hers.

  Once he was satisfied that her hands weren’t going anywhere, he let his fingers skim the edge of her t-shirt, lifting it so he could trace the skin he found there. Her belly trembled in response to his touch and she stopped breathing altogether when those talented fingers reached the button on her jeans.

  Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers as they both watched his fingers, eager to see what he would do next. How far would he take this? In such a public place?

  “I can make you scream, Emma.” His sinfully deep voice whispered across her skin, the sound so good it had her closing her eyes, willing him to prove his words.

  “Are you wet for me?” His question had her eyes snapping open to find his. The intensity in his gaze was startling. He gave her a soft kiss. “Lemme feel,” he murmured against her lips. The low rumble wasn’t exactly a request.

  She felt as if she had stepped into an alternate reality as soon as he had dragged her behind the curtain. But as he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down, she couldn’t say that this reality sucked.

  Warm, calloused fingers invaded her panties and she jerked her hips into the wall at the first touch of his finger moving through her slit.

  The breath hissed through his teeth on a sharp inhale. “Yeah you’re wet, Sugar.” He brought his lips to her ear as his finger played with her, rubbing in gentle circles. “What’s going through your head to make you soak my hand like this, huh?”

  It’s all about you, she thought, not able to voice what she was thinking. The blunt way he spoke to her just made speech impossible.

  “Hmm?” he purred. “You thinking about where my hand’s going?” Slowly, torturously he slid his finge
rs downward, rimming her opening once, twice. “You want me to fuck this sweet pussy with my fingers?”

  His sexy, unexpectedly dirty words had her creaming even more and as he spoke, he gently slid two fingers inside her, easily filling her up. Moaning, she let her head fall back to rest against the wall as he finger-fucked her nice and slow. Eventually, as her hips began to match his rhythm, his pace quickened and his thumb came up to rub her clit.

  “Oh God,” she groaned. She was almost there. So close.

  That’s when he stopped.

  Her eyes popped open to meet his and when she let out a frustrated growl he kissed her, and it was rude, wet and open. Almost distracting her from the fact that he was pulling his fingers free. Then she growled again but he ignored her.

  “Maybe you were thinking about my mouth, though, instead.” His gaze caught and held hers as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. “Mmm.” It was his turn to growl. “You taste good, baby.”

  He licked his lips, deliberately making a show of his tongue sliding over the full swell of his bottom lip and she was entranced. His mouth came back down on hers and she could taste herself when his tongue swept inside. The way he kissed her, like he owned her, and their mingled flavors had her body clenching on empty air.

  Reaching up, he grabbed fistfuls of her t-shirt and ripped it down the middle, jerking her body up off the wall with the rough movement before pushing her back into place. When she could only gape at him, he shrugged.

  “It was getting in my way.” His eyes darkened. “I don’t like it when things get in my way.”

  The casual way in which he stated that probably should have given her pause. Maybe she shouldn’t be giving into him so easily. Maybe she should have resisted more. But then, those devilish lips were on her skin and all warning shots ceased to fire. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, stopping to tongue the hollow at the base.

  When he dipped lower to flick his tongue over her lace-covered nipple, instinct had her hands jerking up to sift her fingers through his hair. That’s when she remembered that her hands were bound at her sides by her sweatshirt. It lent a feeling of helplessness to this whole encounter. All she could do was let him have his way with her. Just the thought of it had the dull ache inside her intensifying. It felt like that sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her slit was a pulse point.

  The feel of him sucking her nipple through the material only made it worse. His fingers hooked into the part of her bra that covered her neglected breast and tugged downward. The material lifted her now exposed breast, putting it on display for him. Those heated amber eyes flashed up to meet hers as his mouth meandered to her bared nipple. The sensation of his wet heat surrounding her naked flesh was like a direct current to her core and she whimpered his name.

  He played with her for agonizing minutes, driving her crazy, before that sinful mouth began to move lower. He nipped at the tender skin of her belly as he knelt down in front of her and tugged her jeans and panties down in one swift move. Freeing one of her feet from the material, he lifted her up until her thighs rested on his shoulders, her back braced against the wall.

  She would have shrieked at him taking her weight like that, seriously he’d picked her up. But he chose that moment to languidly lick her through the length of her seam. She cried out as that talented tongue concentrated on her clit, alternating between rapidly flicking it back and forth and running gentle circles over it.

  “Oh my God,” she panted. “Ben.”

  One of his hands rested on her hip, balancing her weight between him and the wall. The other dipped between her legs, spreading her pussy lips open to give his tongue better access. Then she felt his thick middle finger rubbing at that delicious space right above her opening before he slowly slid it inside her.

  “Don’t come,” he growled against her skin, the vibrations it caused making it hard for her to obey the command. But then the sensuous assault of his tongue on her aching nub eased up. His eyes locked with hers. The lust and menace staring up at her had her breath hitching. “Not until I say you can.”

  Hooking his fingers, he began pumping them in and out of her cunt in an easy rhythm while his tongue drew languid figure eights over her flesh. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. What he was doing, coupled with the fact that she was letting a man she barely knew lick and finger-fuck her pussy in a public place was getting to her. Beads of sweat dotted her skin as her whole body began to tremble. Her orgasm, when he finally let her have it, was going to be explosive and she wondered if she would survive the experience.

  Which was definitely a first.

  But every time she thought she was almost there, he’d pull back, lighten his touch to bring her back from the precipice only to start building her up again. She was at that point where nothing else existed, nothing but Ben kneeling in front of her. His fingers, his mouth, and oh God his tongue. She no longer cared where she was, or that she didn’t know him that well, or that this whole situation was beyond bizarre. She just wanted him to make her come.

  “Please,” she pleaded on a broken whimper.

  “Mmm,” he hummed against her flesh and black spots dotted her vision with the effort of holding off her impending orgasm. Pulling back from her ever so slightly, he licked his glistening lips, eyes narrowing to hooded slits of desire. “Please what?”

  What? She couldn’t think with him looking at her like that. Then his tongue came out to flick over her swollen clit and she remembered. She so remembered. “Make me come,” she whispered.

  He shook his head as his fingers continued to thrust into her at a maddeningly slow pace. “If you really want something, you ask for it nicely.” He kissed her sex gently. “Be sweet, baby.”

  She was so flustered she wasn’t even sure she was capable of forming a coherent sentence and he was asking her to be polite about it? But it was either that or die of spontaneous combustion. So she tried. “Will you…can I…” His fingers slid into her so slowly she almost screamed. “Please, please, let me come.”

  With a low growl, his mouth returned to her skin as his fingers thrust hard up into her. “Come for me,” he said against her flesh as his fingers began moving to the exact pace she needed and her breath stopped. Her orgasm slammed into her, setting off fireworks behind her eyelids as she detonated around his fingers.

  “Uh, fuck yes,” she moaned, the pent-up air in her lungs whooshing out as her hips jerked harder into his mouth and he ate at her until the tremors stopped. Finally, he let her legs slide down to the floor as those full lips ran up her stomach and latched onto one of her nipples, sucking on it and tonguing it like a lollipop. When he repeated the torture on the other nipple, she could feel her blood start to boil again and she arched her hips, brushing against the rock-hard erection beneath his jeans.

  Hands finding her hips, he lifted her once again so that her legs wrapped around his waist. Her nipple left his mouth with a soft pop before his lips came down hard on hers, hips pulsing into her as he devoured her mouth.

  When he pulled back he nipped at her kiss-swollen lips. “You came so good for me, Emma.” His lips brushed against hers. “But I’m still gonna make you scream.”

  Dear God, was it possible that this could get better? Was that even a real thing? Guess I’m going to find out, she thought as his mouth returned to hers. He reached between their bodies and she heard a zipper pull down. Before she could fully process the sound, the hot, wet tip of his cock slid through her slit, kissing her opening.

  Pulling back from her mouth, he lifted a hand to cup her face. He regarded her thoughtfully for a few protracted seconds before rumbling, “You on the Pill?”

  The sole focus of her world had been on the way he felt sliding against her, how incredible he would feel once he was inside her. But his words brought her back to reality with a jolt. She’d been on the Pill for a while to regulate her periods so she nodded. But what about the other reasons for needing a c
ondom?

  As if he could read her mind he said, “I’m clean, you?”

  Again she nodded and that was all the encouragement he needed before he pushed into her, filling her up, stretching her to accommodate his thick cock. The sheer amount of time between the last time she’d done this and now made her tight, and he was a big boy. It was a snug fit and as her muscles clenched around him he had to pause halfway inside.

  “Fuck,” he groaned against her lips. Slowly, he drew back, almost all the way out while he dragged his teeth across her bottom lip. Then, just as slowly, he worked himself back in, this time going a little deeper. Hooking one arm under her knee, he lifted her leg higher before he bent his knees and came up into her at an angle, going deeper, almost all the way inside, making her moan.

  “Yeah,” he murmured. “Take my cock. Take it deeper, baby.” Once again drawing back, he was almost completely out of her before he thrust home, sliding all the way inside.

  An incoherent sob burst from her at the feel of his solid heat filling her up, so deep she swore the head was kissing her womb. “Jesus, you’re big.” She couldn’t help the breathless words that tumbled out of her mouth. The filter that normally took up residence between her brain and her mouth was momentarily out of order.

  He growled as if her words had triggered some animalistic instinct and he began rolling his hips into her, working his cock into her dripping hole. “Damn, you feel good. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Emma.”

  True to his word, he began a pounding rhythm, the angle of his thrusts hitting that sweet spot deep inside every time and it felt like every sound in her body wanted to escape at once. The sound of wet, slapping flesh filled her ears and she was almost completely gone until she heard something else.