Wicked Bad Boys

by Bella Love-Wins

  “Fuck. Oh God, Rebecca.” I lace my fingers through her hair and pull her tight to my crotch. She relaxes her jaw and takes me deep in her mouth. It takes all my will not to grind my hips and fuck her face. She must know what she’s doing to me. She wraps two fingers and her thumb around the root of my cock. She takes in as much of my shaft as she can, creating a gentle suction. I give in to her. She knows how to please me. Soon my legs are trembling as I feel myself coming in her mouth. I thrust into her mouth a few times and feel the hot eruption. She keeps sucking, bobbing her head as she swallows my release, looking up at the abandon on my face until I’m empty and stop shaking.

  I’m still breathing hard when she slides up and starts to nibble on my earlobe.

  “I want to sit on top of you,” she says.

  I like that she tells me what she wants. I’ve barely recovered and I’m hardening again.

  “I’ll give you anything you want, baby,” I tell her. “Sit on my cock and ride me.”

  She groans and straddles me without hesitation. She positions herself and lowers her impatient pussy down hard on my cock. She’s hot and wet, and her eyes are wild with raw need. I love seeing her face as she lifts and lowers on me, pressing her hands on my chest and using her knees for leverage.

  She speeds up, rocking and grinding hard on my member. She lifts her knees into a squat. She has more control now. She can draw herself up and down onto me, and from the look on her face now, I’d bet she will come any second. I reach a hand down and place my thumb on her swollen clit. She hisses and starts to ride me harder, faster.

  She calls out my name and throws her head back as she comes. Her walls shake and flex around my cock, milking me as her climax rips through her body. It’s all it takes for me to come again. My body jerks my hot release into her. It’s only after she collapses on my chest that it hits me. I didn’t use protection.

  I hold her tight. I wait for her to catch her breath before I tell her, and let her know it’s the first time this has ever happened. I’ve been so careful all my life. No woman has ever felt my release in their womb. She’s now my first in this way. She hold me and tells me it’s okay. She says she’s on the pill and it’s her first time not using protection too.

  Something in her voice sets me off again. I’m still inside her and my cock is throbbing. I tell her I want her again and she moans she wants me too. I hold her back firmly and roll to flip her over to her back without slipping out. I’m on top of her now. I kiss her and claim her mouth again, and she digs her nails into my ass cheeks.

  She begs me to fuck her hard, and I do. I drive my cock into her, right to the hilt, and begin to plunge in and out at a pace that must be doing it for her.

  “Oh God, Jonathan,” she calls out to me seductively. “Fuck me harder. Please baby. I won’t break.”

  I don’t know how she can take me slamming into her so hard and deep. I suspect she’s enjoying the feeling of having us skin to skin. I am too. It feels like we’re so close, we’re one person. She screams after a few minutes of this. Her eyes roll back into her head and she comes hard, her body bucking and thrashing on the bed. As her climax overtakes her, I crash right over the edge. My cock continues to pulse and throb and twitch as I empty my release deep inside her.

  She wraps her arms around me, and I relax on top of her. We’re two exhausted bodies, connected wholly, and silent. No words are needed. As I begin to drift to sleep, her alarm clock goes off.

  “Right on time,” she whispers.

  I laugh softly. “I guess so.”

  We rest for a few minutes, glowing and wrapped up in each other’s arms. I burn the sensations into my psyche. I want to recall this moment for years to come. Somehow, I doubt it will be easy to forget.

  Chapter 9 - Jonathan

  I’m not sure why I bring it up, but it’s on my mind and I feel so close to her, I go for it.

  “That Bateman guy is not over you,” I tell her.

  “Are you going to give him a hard time?”

  “No, I think he’s the one giving me grief. Maybe if I understood what it was the two of you had, he wouldn’t rattle my chain so much.”

  “I see.”

  “How long ago did it end?”

  “Eighteen months ago.”

  “You know, I am a good listener.”

  “I’m sure you are,” she says, seeming hesitant. “There really isn’t much there, and even less I want to get into.”

  “Maybe you don’t, but the way Bateman looks at you, anyone can tell there’s still a whole lot going on where he is concerned.”

  She shakes her head. “I can’t stop living just because he won’t get past what he did to me.”

  I lift up one of my elbows and look at her. “I’m just saying, if he is your source in the NYPD, you probably want to come to some resolution. Maybe talking about it with me will help.”

  “Is it a two-way street?”

  “How do you mean?”

  “Can you be open with me too, Jonathan?”

  My guard is up, but I’m feeling so connected to her, I feel I can tell her anything. Almost anything. “Open about what?”

  “For starters, you could tell me whether that playboy reputation of yours has any merit.”

  “Look me deep in the eye, Rebecca. Do you feel it still matters?”

  “Does it?”

  “How are you lawyers so good it turning questions around to make things about the other person? I thought we were talking about you and Bateman, and now you’re asking me about my reputation. Let’s talk about you.”

  “Will we talk about you after were done talking about me?”

  “If you’re still in the mood,” I tell her.

  She’s not asking for much, and truth be told, my reputation as a playboy is mostly accurate, but no woman before Rebecca has ever managed to get this close to me, or had me feeling that way I do now.

  “Deal,” she agrees, and I’m relieved all the same. “What do you want to know about me and Bateman?”

  “What happened? Also, why he is so broken up about it? There’s one thing I know intimately, and it’s about harboring guilt. Bateman seems to be riddled with it.”

  She shifts underneath me and I slide off to give her room to breathe. “This is what you want to talk about?”

  “I think it will help when you talk to him next. It’ll probably help Bateman too.”

  Rebecca lets out a long breath and sits up. “Fine. The Coles notes answer to your question is Rob and I dated. I was still articling for Barnaby Black back then. Do you know that law firm?”

  “Yes. Mr. Black died some time ago, didn’t he?”

  “Yes he did. Anyway, the short version is Rob and I disagreed about his treatment of a client that Barnaby had. The client was innocent, but Rob seemed to be on a mission to destroy the guy. I still don’t know why. One day we had a huge argument about it, and I told him we needed to cool off after that. It was a simple question of value differences.”

  “Interesting.”

  “How do you mean?”

  “It’s interesting that you managed to tell me almost nothing in that little summary.”

  “What do you want to know, Jonathan? You want the dirt on the client? Or the dirt on Rob?”

  “Neither. I want to know how you feel, and I want to know if it’s going to impact Bateman or how he responds to me in future. To us.”

  “I’m sorry he hit you, Jonathan.”

  “I’m not. The man has a full dose of testosterone, just as I do, but I don’t want him gunning for me so hard that he tries to take it out on you too. I would also like to know how you feel about him.”

  Her composure changes when I say that last sentence. She’s pensive. Her face softens. Her defensive stance falls away.

  “Okay. The truth is I fell in love with Rob. We were in love. We dated for a while. Everything was…perfect. He understood I was going to be a lawyer. I understood his work hours. We had become best friends. I could tell them everyt
hing.”

  “Barnaby took on a client from a wealthy family. The man had just been in a gruesome car accident during an ice storm. His wife died on the scene, and so did the other driver. The man had clearly been in shock on scene and at the hospital when he said it was his fault and that he had killed them. For some reason, Rob tried to convince his superiors that the man intentionally caused the accident, or was negligent in some way.

  “He jumped the gun before he got their okay, and told the media the man would be charged with negligent homicide. It was poor judgment. He based this solely on the man’s panic-filled on-scene admission, long before traffic officials did their accident reconstruction. I still don’t know why he was gunning for that man. I don’t know why he did it. I don’t know if it had to do with Barnaby taking the case, or because I worked for Barnaby. Once I found out, I confronted him, and told him he had made a huge error in judgment.

  “He told me that just because I was more educated, it didn’t mean I was smarter than him, and it didn’t mean I was right, or that I had any place telling him what to do in his job. There was something hateful about the way he said it. It made me realize he felt threatened by me, by my career, and probably by my motivation and drive. There was no love in what he said or how he said it. He stormed off when I told him it was over, and I let him leave.”

  “It turns out, that man was innocent. It was the driver of other vehicle who was at fault, but the damage had been done. This was a powerful, very wealthy family. Rob basically destroyed this man, as if he hadn’t already gone through enough losing his wife.

  “He showed up on my door about two months after the case was closed, after things had died down. I couldn’t take him back. I didn’t. Maybe that’s one of my weaknesses. I can’t go back. As much as I cared for him, I knew there would always be some case like that, something that would come up again, and come right between us.”

  “You’re friends now. Am I right?”

  “Not quite.”

  “So why are you still using him as your source at the NYPD?”

  “I trust him. I’m not close to any of the other officers. Probably for good reason, considering many of them at his precinct know we were together. Do you think it’s going to be a problem?”

  “I’m not sure yet. He has some animosity toward me. Your history with him may have something to do with it. It’s possible he dislikes me because he sees me as a threat, where you’re concerned. Or it could be that he just really hates wealthy people. Either way, I hope it doesn’t come back to bite me.”

  “Let’s not worry about it. He let it slide last night with your little testosterone matchup. He could have charged you with assault, you know?”

  “Charge me?” I ask, my voice deepening with some residual anger from the man’s unprovoked punch to my jaw. I pounce off the bed and begin pacing the floor beside the bed. “He threw the first punch. I swear if he had laid charges, I would have sued his ass.”

  “Maybe you should calm down, Jonathan.”

  I stop in my tracks. Rebecca doesn’t deserve this. She did nothing wrong, so I take a deep breath. She comes over to me and puts her hands on my chest.

  “Look at me.”

  “Yes?”

  “I’m sorry,” she says, looking up at me with those adorable eyes of hers. If I was angry, I’m not anymore. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “Don’t worry about Rob, okay? Let me deal with him.”

  I nod, but don’t know how to respond for a few seconds. “I will, as long as I don’t actually have to deal with him. If the time comes that I do, I’ll probably be a little more concerned.”

  She steps up on her tiptoes and leans in to kiss me softly on the lips. I admit, I was still a little cold, but that kiss, like all her others, warms me right up to her again. I turn and pull her into my arms, and hold her close. I kiss her hair, and we’re back to where we were on the bed.

  “Let’s get ready,” I tell her. “I want to leave on time for our trip this afternoon. Do you need a ride to the office?”

  “Sure.”

  She smiles and moves off, picking up my clothes that are thrown around her bedroom floor, and hands it to me before she hits the shower.

  “Did you still want to ask me about my reputation?” I ask her.

  “Yes.”

  “Fine. Ask away. Just know it’s mostly true.”

  “What? Are you telling me you’re a womanizer?”

  “No. I’m telling you I dated…a lot…but that was all before I met you. I was serious when I told you I won’t ever lie to you.”

  “Hmmmm. Okay.”

  “Anything else?”

  “I’ll think about it and ask you if something comes up.”

  “Deal.”

  I love this woman. I don’t think I could ever be mad at her.

  Chapter 10 - Rebecca

  We get dressed and Jonathan drops me off at work. I almost can’t believe I told him so much about Robert and me. I’m impressed with him, and with myself too. I didn’t think I could be so open with anyone. What impressed me most was he listened so intently, and didn’t judge me, or react with any jealousy about Robert. I don’t even care that he’s admitted to being a playboy of sorts. What matters is I believe him, and he’s not threatened by Robert. I feel so close to him now, and God, I’m still aroused from our playtime this morning. I’m probably too close. Definitely too close, but it’s too late now.

  I get to my office early. Thank goodness we set the alarm for a half hour earlier than I usually wake up. It’s the morning after Virocci is arrested and released, and I need to give Kara an update. If I know anything about her, she’s salivating in her office as she waits to find out who at the precinct dared to arrest one of our firm’s clients.

  I pop by her office. Kara is in early as well. I walk into her office when her assistant tells me she’ll see me. At this point, I’m in over my head. I can’t have Jonathan as my client, and now Rob is part of the equation. It’s been over a year and a half since we broke up, but it feels like he betrayed me just days ago. Now, I’m supposed to put on a professional face and deal with him.

  On top of all that, I haven’t seen anything suspicious in Jonathan’s behavior, even if he’s not opening up about his past. The evidence collected on Doreen Rushton has yet to come back from the lab. By now, I prefer Jonathan in my bed, so I’m thinking that maybe Kara can pass this case on to someone else, and spare me the clear conflict of interest in sleeping with a client while saving me the misery of having to deal with Rob.

  She eyes me up and down while she finishes up her call. When she hangs up, I try to jump in with both feet, but she beats me to it.

  “What happened to the Bahamas trip?”

  “We’ve rescheduled it for tonight. That’s why I’m here. I don’t know if I can do this, Kara.”

  She just looks at me. I’m about to continue, but a call comes in. She answers on speakerphone. The receptionist tells her it’s her brother, and patches him through.

  “Phil? This had better be good.”

  “Are you all set for Monday morning, Kara?” he asks.

  “That’s why you called me? Come on, Phil.”

  “You blew off the last three appointments, Kara.”

  “Alright, alright. I’ll be there.”

  “Good. Are you eating?”

  “You mean right now?”

  “Don’t play smart with me.”

  “Yes. I’m eating.”

  “You sound tired. You need sleep, the pace you’re always going. With everything going on, it’s not healthy, sis.”

  “Stop Phil. I’m fine. I’ll see you Monday.”

  “Bye.”

  She hangs up and looks at me again. Instead of letting me talk, she lifts a hand and tells the receptionist to send in Brian Beck, a junior legal analyst who works at the firm. Less than a minute later, he walks in, nervous as hell.

  “Have a seat, Brian.” I get up to leav
e and she stops me. “No. You need to stay.”

  She pulls a file from a small pile on her large mahogany desk. “How long have you been working here, Brian?” she asks, still looking in the file.

  “Seven and a half years, Kara,” he answers, his voice wavering.

  “That’s a long time to know how things work around here.”

  “Yes, ma’am. It’s been a pleasure working for you.”

  “I wish the feeling was mutual.”

  “Pardon me?”

  “Brian, who did I trust to compile the data from the Arthurian case?”

  “Me, ma’am,” he mumbles.

  “Come again?”

  “You trusted me, ma’am,” he says more loudly, but with just as much nervous energy.

  “Okay, and who let my client liaison on the case look like a fucking idiot when she didn’t have her facts straight on one of our biggest class action lawsuits ever?”

  “I did, ma’am. In my defense, the clients acknowledged they had only sent the correct files to me on the morning of the meeting.”

  “Just that morning? The briefing was at seven that night, Brian!” she shouts. “You sat on pivotal information for nine hours and you think you have an excuse?”

  “You pulled us into a mandatory all-day meeting that day, ma’am. I couldn’t possibly have…”

  “Couldn’t possibly have checked that fucking blackberry on your hip during the all-day meeting? Couldn’t possibly have created such a catastrophic fuck-up all by yourself? Well, I for one take responsibility for the mistake, Brian, and I will not let it happen again. Brian, you’re fired.”

  “You’re not serious.”

  Kara turns to me and asks me to tell her what I needed to talk about. Brian is still looking at her, in shock.

  “Kara, the clients apologized. Please, listen to me.”

  “You listen to me, Brian. Get out of my office and start packing up your desk.”

  He stands and storms over to her office door. “This is bullshit, Kara.”

  “I agree. That report was the biggest, steamiest pile of bullshit ever put together by this office. Congratulations. Now get the fuck out and keep walking.”