Bad Boy Quickies: A Collection Of Steamy Short Stories - When All You Have Time For Is A Quickie

by Gabi Moore

  “Never been accused of being bland, though. Never quite been accused of being an assailant either.”

  The conversation went on and the man tried to extract more information from me about my relationship to Maurice, but I had nothing more to say about the matter. The fact was I had shot him, and they all knew that. As far as I was aware, they could interpret that information any way they liked.

  “We also have information that your father was recently killed,” he continued. “Do you consider this to be a related attack?”

  “You know what they say about assumptions, commissioner.”

  “Very well.”

  He paused to write down some notes on a pad of paper on the desk, and then raised his head up to continue.

  “You were at the scene of the crime naked, and evidence indicates that bodily fluids besides the blood of the victim were also present,” the man said. “Did you have a long-standing relationship with Maurice?”

  “We have fucked before, if that’s what you are asking.”

  “Were those relations consensual?”

  “I’m not sure that’s relevant.”

  “Well,” he said, quickly. “It is relevant if we are trying to build a motive for why we have a corpse on our hands.”

  “You’re free to build whatever you like,” I said, truly not caring whether not I was free or hung at the end of this interview.

  “A lot of drugs were located on the scene, and some of them were within a bag which had your fingerprints.”

  “I used the drugs to gain access to the compound. I used to work for Maurice, and then saw the error of my ways.”

  Now it was the interrogators turn to pause.

  He blinked, as though he had not expected such a forthright answer, and then shuffled the papers in front of him, in order to move onto the next question.

  “And last question for the day,” the man continued. “The phone you used to dial 911 was routed through a ghost proxy. Do you know what that means?”

  I shook my head and stared straight at the man.

  “Well, let me explain,” he continued. “A ghost proxy is a method by which one number can be utilized to store data from a phone conversation, while remaining undisclosed. That number can then forward that information in real time — in this case, to 911 emergency services.”

  “I found a phone in the bag, and I used it to call the police,” I replied easily. “Not sure why that is a relevant question. I have no idea how to set-up a ghost proxy.”

  “Very well, Piper. We’ll be taking a closer look into the matter. That will be all.”

  Without spending much time in police custody, I was released and freed of all charges. The police marked my case down as one of self-defense and pardoned my involvement with the drugs and with Maurice due to my being instrumental in bringing him to justice.

  Frank too, was pardoned, though apparently, his pardon came from an international intervention, coupled with the condemning evidence collected through Angela’s Ghost Proxy.

  In truth, she was the single most critical factor within the entire experience, and yet she was the most unresolved.

  The police had apparently been working tirelessly in order to track down the source of the Ghost Proxy, but there was very little to be accomplished in that area. She had done her job well enough to stay free. With that much heat on her, I didn’t want to risk going to see her, though I wanted to more than anything else in the world.

  I spent the next several weeks sitting alone in my home, packing things away, and sleeping. I was in a very deep depression, and I knew I needed a change in my life. As it turned out, my dad had a bit of money set aside for me. I was also given the proceeds for punitive damages from Maurice’s estate as compensation for sexual assault. The terms weren’t exactly accurate, but I wasn’t going to bother them over details.

  “Thank you,” was my only response.

  When Tyler finally showed up, I was just getting ready to evacuate the town. I had cash, and no more problems leaving the country, so I was ready to get lost. I had even considered the possibilities of stopping by Angela’s place on my way out, just to take a chance on seeing her one last time before I left.

  I was afraid, for a moment that Tyler was going to berate me. Call me a whore, or do some other unmerited shaming. I had told myself time and time again, “We do what we have to do,” but I think my feelings stemmed from the fact that I was unhappy about giving myself to Maurice, more than anything else. I was actually more fine with killing him than I would have thought.

  “You were brave,” was all he said, after a long and uncomfortable pause.

  “You think so?”

  He nodded, solemnly.

  “Yep, I think that much is apparent, you did great work, and as a result of your efforts, this place is better off,” he said, gesturing to all of Venice with a simple gesture of his arm.

  He walked toward me then, and we kissed. The contact was simple, and even somewhat clumsy, but it was sincere.

  Chapter 30 - Piper

  I was in my underwear before long, staring at him with my arms stretched out to my sides.

  “I want you to bend over for me,” he said, pulling my thong to the side.

  He reached forward and pushed his hand against my labia. He and I had been through too much for me to be purely passive in all of this, so I got down and lowered his pants. He was already hard by the time my lips hit his cock.

  “Always impressed with how big you are,” I managed to say. I had to strain my head backward so that I could look at the tip of his cock while my knee was beneath his legs. He tapped the head of his cock on my tongue, and I held the base of his shaft with my hand. He tasted good, and I enjoyed myself while letting my hand fall down the smooth muscles of his thighs.

  There was less struggle in this fuck compared to the others. He and I no longer had anything to prove to one another, or to anyone else. I was free to enjoy him, just for the sake of enjoying him. My lips parted easily for him, and my hands turned gently on the surface of his cock. I smiled, and let my tongue do the subtle work that made him squirm in his body.

  “Mmm.. I missed that,” he groaned.

  He stood there for me, and let me take him at my own pace, which I felt was incredibly peaceful of him, considering the last time he saw me give head, I was brutally throat fucked by my previous boss.

  “I want you,” he said, lifting me up and bending me over.

  I could feel his hands pinching my ass gently, while his cock parted the lips of my pussy. He eased himself into my vagina, and then began to fuck me slowly. Feeling the fullness of him inside of me was a beautiful thing. We enjoyed a soft pace for a while, and then he picked up pace a bit more.

  I loved how massive his hands felt on my body while he held me. Whether he was pulling my hair, holding my shoulders, or putting his hands on my hips, he felt so strong compared to me. The feeling was liberating.

  “I think what I love about this,” I moaned in between thrusts, “Is how much power you give me.”

  In response, he removed his hands completely, and let me push myself backward onto his cock. I enjoyed myself for a time, letting his cock be something independent for me to work my body against. This little game of ours held out for another couple of minutes before he lost himself and pinned me down not the couch.

  “Oh God, yes!” I cried out.

  It was obvious to me that I didn’t just love that he gave me power, but that he took power away from me as well. His cock was pumping inside of me, threatening to pull me out from the inside over and over. The couch creaked, and I could hear the wet sounds of his cock fucking he hell out of my cunt. I moaned and pleaded for him to keep going, and he slowed down in response, teasing me all the while.

  When I would get out of line, squirming because of the pleasure, he would thrust deep and hard into me, and put me back in my right place. I could feel his body weight bearing down over me. His hands held me down on the couch by pinning my back sho
ulders. I gave up completely, and used my hands to either grab a hold of the couch, or spread my ass cheeks so he could have easier access to my body.

  “I love you,” he grunted, diving down deep into my cunt.

  “Fuckin’ cum on me then,” I replied, feeling a bit visceral.

  He pulled out and shot his load all over the small of my back, then he leaned forward and licked his cum up off from the surface of my skin. His tongue moved slowly on my skin, and I swear I came just then — only knowing what he was doing to me. He kept the jizz in his mouth, and then came up to kiss me. The two of us spent a fair amount of time just exchanging the load between our mouths, swallowing each other’s saliva and cum until there was nothing to exchange besides our own kisses.

  All in all, it was likely our most sensitive fuck until that moment.

  “Do you want to get out of here?” he asked when we were done. “I’ve got a bit of time before I head home, and I’d really like to go somewhere nice with you.”

  “I was just about to leave,” I told him as we laid together on the floor of my living room. “This place will be empty tomorrow, and I might as well go with you.”

  There was a pause in the conversation, and then my heart spoke what needed to be said.

  “Mind if I bring a friend?” I said with a grin.

  His response was laughter and a nod. We didn’t need much more than a will in order to figure out how to make that happen. Perhaps a visit to Rome was in order. No explanations or articulated plans were necessary.

  We had been through this once before.

  Chapter 31 - Angela

  The shores of Crete are not so different from Lido, but they are far enough away that it feels like you are in another world; that was the point, more than anything else.

  I sat on the sand, staring out at all of the beautiful men and women. It seemed like the people on this particular beach had nothing better to do than show me their tan asses through variously undersized bathing outfits. Naturally, I didn’t have any objections. This was infinitely better than whatever was happening back in Lido, that much was for sure.

  We had to torch the lab, and by we, I mean, I burnt that fucking building to the ground, and everything in it, only after wiping every server that I had access to -- must have been some kind of problem with the pilot on the stove. Couldn’t be helped, I'm sure.

  *Bites lip*

  Fortunately, the accident took place when the neighbors were out, so looks like everyone wins. I mentioned to Piper that I’d make her cum on the beach. I had no idea how literal that whole prophecy would become, but I had learned at this point not to question fate. Could be nothing more than a problem of confirmation bias, but it truly seemed like everything happened for a reason.

  Right about then, Piper tackled me.

  “Again?” I asked, pretending to be worn out.

  She only smiled in response, and kissed me.

  “This is a private beach,” Tyler said, “and there are combinations that I feel we need to put to the test.”

  His cock was out once more, and hanging in front of my face.

  “Erm… Science?” I replied, not knowing what else to say.

  Piper laughed, and the three of us fell in together in a heap on the sand.

  “To Science!”

  Needless to say, the three of us wasted little time in getting busy with one another again. Our entire trip had really been one giant fuck fest, from beginning to end. I had no idea how things would end up between the three of us, but I did know one thing for certain — it had been enjoyable and by all accounts, that level of enjoyment did not seem like it was going away any time soon.

  We had a rough time, Piper, perhaps more than all three of us, but in the end, at least we had each other. When exhaustion sets in, and the afterglow of the orgasmic overload has subsided, I found that nothing is quite as satisfying as the warmth of the sun, and the company of good friends. The simple pleasures of life are not to be overlooked in face of some of the more decadent pursuits.

  Really, it’s the love you find amid the pleasures that make this life worth anything at all.

  - THE END -

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  BAD BOYS AFTER DARK SERIES

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  HEART OF DARKNESS

  Can I open my heart to her, completely - no matter how dark that heart is?

  NEVER LOOK BACK

  When they kidnapped her, something dark inside me came bubbling to the surface.

  I knew I wasn’t afraid anymore.

  I wasn’t going to ignore my past any longer.

  This time, I would fight…

  COME UNDONE

  I can spot women like her a mile away. Uptight, fearful, but holding onto their perfect lives by a thread.

  The moment I saw her, I wanted to break that thread.

  I want to possess her.

  Strip her down.

  Unravel her little world…

  … and get at her hidden inner core that I’ve only had glimpses of so far.

  WHATEVER IT TAKES

  She’s still as beautiful as I remember… but she hates my guts.

  And I don’t blame her.

  But now I have a chance to do what’s right.

  And I will.

  Whatever

  it

  takes…

  AGAINST ALL ODDS

  She wasn’t my type.

  Not even close.

  So how did I end up here, in a steel container in a warehouse, feeling things I’d never felt for anyone before?

  I couldn’t put my finger on why, but I just knew that after that night we spent together…

  … our lives would change forever.

  SHIPWRECKED & HORNY

  When the ship went under, I acted fast, and I did what I had to. And now we were stuck in the middle of nowhere…

  … and the worst was yet to come.

  Looking back, I guess I always had a suspicion that there was something fated about those three strange days we spent together…

  … and about the chain reaction afterwards that brought us both square into one another’s lives.

  RESISTING THE BAD BOY

  I can see right through her good girl charade.

  I’m an actor, after all.

  I do what I want, and I don’t do anything unless it excites me. And she excites me…

  There’s something dark about her. Something magical, chaotic and beautiful.

  I could stay away. I should stay away.

  But I won’t…

  BARE HANDS

  She was pretty, I’ll give her that.

  Damsel-in-distress was a good look on her.

  And like all the other missionaries, she came out to this remote part of the world with an agenda.

  And I can’t wait to see that agenda fall to pieces as she realizes what she’s really out here to find.

  And when she does, I’ll be right here, waiting - ready to give it to her…

  ALL OR NOTHING

  If you think you’ve heard this story before – you know, the one where the bored housewife messes around with the plumber or the repairman or the mechanic while her husband is at work – well, what can I say.

  Parts of my life certainly are predictable. My life, from some angles, looks a hell of a lot like a cheesy daytime soap. But that’s not all it is.

  You might not believe me yet, but this is a story about love.

  No, really. You’ll see…

  ONE LAST BREATH

  Aden - ex military and professional killer - has had it with the big city. Out in the snowy forests of Maine, he doesn't have to deal with any of that. />
  It was perfect.

  Until she showed up.

  Broken, forgotten, and left for dead.

  It’s time for Aden to discover just how much passion still exists in his calloused heart…

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