Confessions of a Bad Boy Gamer

by Cathryn Fox

  “You never did answer the question,” I say, as she gathers her long chestnut hair in her hands and smooths it out. Fuck, what I’d do to see that unruly mess of curls spilling across my pillow.

  “What question?”

  I pull the door open as I say, “Is this a first date or second?”

  Want dances in her mocha-colored eyes and she opens her mouth, about to answer, when a fan starts screaming “Saralynn!”

  Shit.

  She curls into me, grips my shirt inside my open coat, and possessiveness flashes through me.

  With the need to protect her firing my blood, I hold her to me, shielding her from unwanted attention on the sidewalk. “Back the fuck off,” I say as cameras flash. I hold her closer. “Come on.” With her tucked under my arm, I dart down the street, abandoning my motorcycle on the sidewalk.

  Since my hotel is within walking distance to Pat’s Pub, it’s where I plan to take her to hide out—among other things—if she’s game. I’d gone for a cruise on my bike earlier, checking out old haunts, and stopped at Pat’s when hunger hit. My parents moved to the country after I graduated college, and I hadn’t been home in years. There was nothing really here for me.

  Until now…

  When we reach my hotel, the doorman opens the door for us, and we slip inside. “Welcome back, Nate,” Oliver says.

  I nod to the elderly gentleman. “There’s a crowd chasing my friend here. Will you see to it…”

  “No worries,” he says and gestures for security.

  I turn to Rae, who’s breathing hard, her warm breath falling over my chest. My cock throbs, wanting that sweet mouth wrapped around it. But now is not the time, not when I see real worry in her eyes. Or maybe that’s not worry. I put my hands on her slim shoulders, and she blinks up at me.

  “You’re safe here,” I say. “They won’t be allowed on the premises.”

  She glances around, her expressive eyes taking everything in. “Are you staying here?”

  I nod. “Yeah, for a little while.” I bought a townhouse, but my furniture hasn’t arrived yet, which means I need to camp out in this hotel for a few more days. Not a hardship. The place is pretty upscale.

  Her gaze settles back on mine, and I gesture to the hotel bar, not wanting to rush things or scare her off. Fuck, I waited six long years to see her again, and I want to do this the right way. I’m about to ask if she wants to get a drink, when she puts her fingers to my lips.

  “Second,” she whispers.

  No. Fucking. Way.

  Before I let my cock get too excited, I need clarification. “Second what?”

  She slides her tongue over her lip again. Jesus fuck she needs to stop doing that, or I’m going to take her right here in the main lobby.

  “Second date,” she says, her voice so quiet I have to strain to hear it.

  My mouth waters, dying to take her to my room, taste every inch of her flesh, and give her a night she’ll never forget. But as I take in the heat in her eyes, I fight an internal battle. Should I tell her I know who she is? She’s obviously pretending to be her sister for a reason, but she’s certainly not pretending she doesn’t want something to happen between us. Fuck, I’m not pretending either. I put it right out there.

  As I hesitate, debating on whether to tell her I know who she is or not, her eyes go wide and she falters backward. “Unless you don’t want to.”

  I capture her elbow and haul her to me, until that soft body of hers is pressed against mine. A little flutter escapes her lips as I introduce my hard cock to her stomach. “Hell yeah, I want to. But there’s something you need to know first.”

  “What?” she asks, sounding far more breathes than she did a second ago.

  “There’s only one rule on a second date.”

  “What’s that?”

  My lids fall slowly as I envision her beneath me, and when I open my eyes again, she’s eagerly waiting to hear what I have to say. “All night, in my bed. You don’t leave until morning. Agreed?” Christ there are so many things I want to do to her—have dreamt about doing for years—that I’ll need her beneath me until sunup, a week from tomorrow.

  She answers with, “Can we go to your room now?”

  A grin splits my lips and I capture her hand. “I do love a girl who knows what she wants,” I say. Her body is practically vibrating as I lead her to the elevator. We climb on with two men in expensive business suits, briefcases in their hands, looking like they just came from a Friday night board meeting that ran late. I shift to stand behind Rae. The elevator climbs the floors quickly, but not quick enough for me, and I slide my hand around her body and tug her against me. She gives a small audible gasp when my thickening cock presses against her back.

  In a bold move that takes me by surprise, she slides her hand around her body, presses her palm to my cock, and runs it along the length of me. Motherfucker. She’s sizing me up. I chuckle, and her hand freezes when the men turn our way. I ignore them and press my mouth to Rae’s ear.

  “Like what you feel?”

  A little noise catches in her throat and I chuckle again. The elevator doors pings open on our floor, and we step off. I lead her to my room, swipe my card, and usher her inside my suite.

  “Nice,” she says, then turns to me, her eyes moving over my body, assessing me.

  “What’s nice?” I ask. “The room or what you felt between my legs?”

  She blushes. “I didn’t mean…I wasn’t thinking…”

  I step closer. “You can touch me anytime, anywhere you want.”

  Her brow squeezes together as she gives another slow sweep of me. Is she finally realizing she knows me?

  “This is really…nice. I just didn’t expect this.”

  “What?” I tease. “I can’t have nice things?”

  “What do you…”

  Her words fall off as I close the distance, trace her bottom lip with my tongue. She quivers, and it urges me on. I slide my hand around her back and pull her against me. I get why she’s confused by me. I really do. The image doesn’t make sense to her. I’m staying in a posh, downtown hotel designed for wealthy business people, yet I’m inked and driving a motorcycle. But underneath the image, I am a successful businessman. But since we’re not sharing identities just yet, it’s something I’ll save for later. When my cock isn’t throbbing inside my jeans.

  “I want you naked,” I say, and tug her blouse from her skirt.

  She places her hand on my chest and splays her fingers, a soft exploration as her cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink again. But then something flickers in her eyes. Is it uncertainty? Fuck, I want her but I’m not about to lay a hand on her if she’s having second thoughts.

  “I don’t normally…” she begins.

  My hands still on her slim waist. “Don’t normally what?” I get that she doesn’t normally have sex with a stranger, but if she says that, she’ll be giving away that she’s not Saralynn.

  She goes quiet for a moment, then her bravado is back in place. “I don’t normally let a man undress me.” I’m about to pull my hand away when her soft palms closes over my wrists. “But I want you to.” closer

  Fuck yeah.

  Desire deepens her mocha eyes, as my fingers go to her small buttons. I work them through the holes, but the little fuckers are giving my big fingers hell. “How much do you like this shirt?” I ask.

  One shoulder rolls in a shrug. “I like it well enough.”

  “Can it be replaced?”

  She gives me a confused look. “Yes.”

  I grip the material and tug until the buttons pop and scatter to the floor. She makes a little yelping sound that turns into a needy little moan as I spread her shirt to expose a pretty lace bra beneath. My eyes latch onto her cleavage, the way her chest is rising and falling rapidly. Damn, I can’t wait to get my mouth on her.

  I push her shirt from her shoulders and it falls to the floor. “I’ll replace it,” I say, and unzip her skirt. She wiggles her hips and it slides d
own her legs. She steps out of it, and stands before me in nothing but matching bra and underwear straight out of my fantasies.

  Perfect. So fucking perfect.

  I step back and take a long moment to look her over. “Nate,” she finally says, and my cock pulses as my gaze travels back up the length of her to meet her eyes.

  “Yeah?”

  “I want you naked, too.”

  I grin at her, and shed my clothes in record time. I shrug out of my coat, peel my shirt from my body and grab a condom from my pocket before I drop my jeans. As I toss it onto the nightstand, my cock tents my boxer shorts and holds her attention. Dark eyes go big, and I grip the elastic and tug them off, freeing my cock. I stand there for a moment, let her get an eyeful.

  “Done staring?” I finally ask.

  Her throat works as she swallows. “I…I don’t think that’s going to fit.”

  I drag her to me, and her stomach presses against my raging cock. With my head dipped, I press my mouth to hers and taste sweet wine on her tongue. “Your body was made for mine,” I say, somehow knowing we’re going to be perfect together.

  I place my hands on her rib cage, and sweep my thumbs over her nipples, needing to ditch the bra because my mouth is eager to spend some time with her breasts. I slide one hand behind her back, and I unhook her bra with ease. A fine shudder goes through her.

  “That was easy,” she says on a breathless whisper, as her bra falls away. A fire lights her eyes, and I can’t help but think she’s excited by my experience. What, hasn’t a man ever given her what she needs? Does she even know what she needs?

  Fuck, maybe she’s more inexperienced than I thought.

  “You’ve done this before, right?”

  Her body stiffens. “Yes,” she says quickly—too quickly. “Tons of times. You see all the guys I’m with in the tabloids, right?”

  “Yeah, right,” I say, as I let my gaze roam over her face. She’s an innocent, and the fact that she chose me to get bad with—putting herself in my hands— is a responsibility I take very seriously. I cup her chin, drop a soft kiss onto her mouth, and back her up until her knees hit the bed. Tonight, I plan to take good fucking care of her, treat her the way she deserves.

  “Sit,” I say.

  “Bossy much?”

  I grin at her, as she does exactly what I tell her. Once again I stand back, just to take her in. “Open your legs. I want to see all of you.”

  Slowly, she places her hands on her knees and spreads them. The light glistens on her pink heat. So fucking wet for me, it’s all I can do not to lose it. “Fuck, you are perfect,” I say. She sits up a little straighter at my compliment, a little bolder, her eyes conveying what she needs.

  “Mine, all night,” I growl. She blinks up at me, her breathing a little more ragged. “Say it,” I demand in a soft voice.

  “Yours, all night,” she whispers, excitement backlighting her eyes.

  I take my cock in my hand and rub from the base to the tip as I zero in on her hot pussy. “We’re going to fit just right,” I say as her gaze darts to my moving hand, eyes wide as I stroke myself.

  “What? You’ve never see this before?” I ask as I move my hand faster along the long length.

  “Yeah, yeah, I have.”

  I chuckle at her blatant lie and drop to my knees in front of her. Removing her hands from her legs, I place them at her sides as I shimmy closer, until her silky thighs are hugging my hips. I push her hair from her shoulders and find her mouth again, dying to lose myself in her sweetness. A small moan escapes her throat, and I brush my lips over her cheek, a slow pass as I move to her neck. Her hands wrap around me, her nails dragging across my skin as she explores my body.

  “Fuck,” I murmur against the hollow of her throat. “I love the way you touch me.” I trail my tongue over her neck, then dip my head to pull one hard nipple into my mouth.

  “Oh, my God…” she expels on a harsh breath.

  I flatten my tongue and give her a long, slow lick, and her back arches. “Like that huh?” I say.

  “Yesss…” she hisses, and I chuckle. Discovering what she likes, all her little secrets, is going to rock my fucking world. Come to think of it, I hadn’t had my world rocked in a long-ass time. A different woman every weekend stopped cutting it ages ago, and the truth is, I’d been so buried in work and moving, it hadn’t even occurred to me until now that I’d gone without for a long time.

  I clamp down on her turgid nipple, and her hips move. I groan, a desperate sort of need burning through my blood. I treat her other breast to the same tongue bath, then inch back to see her. A little thrill goes through me when I see lust-glazed eyes, lush lips slightly parted, and her chest rising and falling in an erratic pattern. I give her a little nudge and she falls back onto the bed. Her hair spills across my bedding, and she looks so damn sexy, pre-cum drips from my cock.

  Have I ever wanted anyone as much as I want her?

  “I need my mouth on you. Everywhere,” I say, and she stills for a moment. “You good with that?” I ask. She makes a throaty little noise and nods, her breasts jigging with the movement. I press my lips to her stomach and breathe in her sweet-smelling skin. Drawing it deep into my lungs, I hold it there for a few moments. I circle her belly button with my lips, and her hips rise, the telltale action letting me know exactly what she needs.

  I go back on my heels and spread her legs impossibly wider, needing her wide open for me. Her inflamed clit beckons my tongue and when I catch her aroused scent, urgency roars through me.

  I nestle between her legs, and my cock throbs. I put my mouth on her pussy and in that instant—I know I’ve found heaven.

  Fuck. Me. Hard. She is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.

  “Nate,” she cries out at that first flick of my tongue. I brush her clit, circle it, then apply a bit more pressure to gauge what she likes.

  “Ohmigod, that feels…I can’t believe…” Her words trail off, like she suddenly caught herself before she said too much, and I pause. Has no man ever given her oral sex before? Fuck man, that can’t be right. Either way, I plan to make this so damn good for her that she’ll be coming back for more. Yeah, after one taste of her, one night isn’t going to cut it.

  I push a finger into her. Jesus, fuck she is so tight.

  She goes up on her elbows to watch, and I steal a quick glance at her. “You do this all the time too?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she says fast, too fast.

  Motherfucker. She is so fucking innocent.

  I pull my finger out, and push it back in again. Her muscles clench around me. “You’re going to come all over my finger, and in my mouth,” I say, a statement, not a question. That look returns, the one that has worry all over it.

  Jesus Christ, don’t tell me she’s never had an orgasm before.

  “When I put my cock in here,” I say, adding a second finger for a snug fit, “I’m going to fuck you so good, you’re still going to feel me next week.”

  “Nate…yes…” she murmurs, her body practically vibrating beneath me. “I want that.”

  I take her clit into my mouth, and when her hips lift, I slide my hands under her ass and cup her sweet apple cheeks, lifting her higher, giving my mouth better access. I eat at her, slide my tongue inside her, then brush it over her clit, until she’s a quivering mess.

  “That’s it. Let yourself go,” I say from deep between her legs. I apply more pressure, and hold her with one hand while I put my fingers back inside her.

  “Oh, yes, just like that,” she cries out, still up on one elbow as her other hand reaches for me. She rakes her fingers through my hair, and I feel her touch all the way to my aching dick. I crook my fingers inside her hot channel, run the tips over that sensitive bundle of nerves as my mouth grinds down on her clit.

  “Nate,” she cries out, as her body shatters around my tongue and fingers. I grin inwardly, loving that I could make her fly high like this. Her muscle clench, spasm, and moisture breaks out on her fle
sh as I continue the dual assault, prolonging her orgasm, her pleasure.

  When her body comes back down, her tremors slowing, I put my hands on her legs and stay between her thighs. I lick her gently, softening my tongue and using a slow sweep from bottom to top. Her candy flavor dances on my tongue, and if I didn’t have other things I wanted to do to her, I’d spend the night exactly where I am.

  She has a small smile on her face when I finally climb up her body. I lay over her, brush her hair from her face. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” Her cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink again.

  “You don’t have to say that,” she says, the Rae I’ve crushed on for years peeking out behind the Saralynn shield she’s wearing.

  “I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. That’s the thing about me. You’ll always get honestly. Always.”

  She swallows hard and for a second I wonder if she’s going to tell me the truth, but the blood leaves my head when she moves her body, massaging my cock with the sexy movements. She pushes me hard, and I land on my back. She goes up on her knees.

  What the hell? Is she leaving? Have I frightened her off?

  I reach for her but she slips from my fingers and climbs between my legs.

  “Ah, Jesus,” I growl when she bends forward and takes my crown into her mouth, licking the pre-cum pooling on my slit. She moans, and the vibrations zap my balls. She cups them, gives a gentle massage, and I grip her hair, seconds from shooting off in her mouth. It feels fucking good, but I want my dick in her. Correction, need my dick in her.

  “Goddammit,” I growl, and it only urges her on. She takes me to the back of her throat, her wet mouth like a tight, heated glove. “You’re killing me,” I say as my balls draw up to my body. Okay, enough of this. I pull her from me, and her eyes are wild and hungry as I flip her back over and pin her with my body weight. “I want to come inside you,” I say.

  “Yes,” she murmurs and spreads her legs wide. My heart hitches at the way she’s putting her body in my hands. “I want that, too.”

  I grab the condom from the nightstand, quickly sheath myself, and grip my cock. I rub it over her clit and tease her entrance, giving her only an inch and pulling out again.