Bad Habit: Downey Brothers Series

by Mara Leigh

“My mother’s strident faith, the way she practiced her religion, it came from such a dark place. Darkness rooted in fear, all wrapped up in religion… That was my family’s business.” She looked up into my eyes. “I don’t want any part of it.”

  “I don’t understand.” She’d told me how her mother made her pray ten times a day, sometimes on sandpaper, how she wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone the few times her mom took her to town, but clearly there was more.

  “My mother. She was raped.” She blinked a few times and shuddered. “My grandfather, I suppose he was only trying to protect Mother, but he did terrible things to her, punished her for things that weren’t her fault, punished her for having me, and in her own way, Mother did the same. Kept me isolated, afraid. She used pain and fear and manipulation to keep me close.”

  I pulled her more tightly against me, stroking the back of her head, wishing I could erase everything from her past that had hurt her. “I’m so sorry.”

  “If Mother hadn’t gotten cancer, I’d still be living with her, alone in the woods.” Tears in her eyes, she looked up into mine and smiled. “But we can be the ones to break our family patterns, right? We don’t need to be who our parents wanted us to be.”

  She was glowing, and her smile overtook her face, her entire body.

  “You’re amazing.”

  “No, I’m not.” She shook her head. “Where did that come from?”

  “You are. It boggles my mind. You grew up in darkness, but you see the light in everyone. You see possibilities, potential.”

  “That’s how I see you.”

  “Ha! Thanks, but that’s crazy.”

  She pushed up onto her elbows to look at me. “It’s not crazy. You may have broken the law in the past, but you’re a good man. You’re generous and kind, and you’ve already changed my life in so many ways.”

  “I’ve corrupted you.”

  She shook her head, then smiled. “Well… maybe I needed a little corrupting.”

  My phone rang with the ringtone I’d assigned to Keagan. It was the third time he’d called today. Eventually I’d have to pick up.

  “Mind if I get this?” I asked her.

  “Not at all.” She twisted around to drop her legs to the side of the lounge. “I’ve had enough sun. I’m going to continue my sloth experience up in the room.”

  “Sounds good.” The phone stopped ringing, but I had to call back. Even though going up to the room, hopefully to fuck, sounded way better than talking to my brother. “I’ll be up as soon as I can.”

  “Take your time.” She bent down to kiss me lightly. “I need a nap.”

  Faith

  Still wearing my bathing suit and nearly see-through cover-up, I stretched out on the sofa. I’d barely felt self-conscious walking through the hotel lobby so scantily clad. In just a day I was a different woman—wanton, wild.

  Even if sexual intercourse hadn’t been quite what I’d hoped, I was changed and glad for it. I’d set my expectations too high, that was all.

  I sat up and rested my legs on the coffee table. I crossed and recrossed them, trying to get back into the sloth vibe I’d had going earlier. Perhaps I’d hit my sloth limit. Either that or the hotel air conditioning had pepped me up, making me restless. Unused to idleness, I needed something to pass the time until Mac returned.

  Using the remote, I turned on the television and was immediately confused by the layers of menus. I hadn’t grown up with TV and we didn’t have one at the mission, but I had used TVs before and this one was strange.

  All I wanted to do was watch something, anything, but so far I’d only found lists of events at the hotel, a lesson on playing blackjack, and ads for local restaurants.

  Movies. That sounded promising.

  Adult Selections. I was an adult.

  I clicked on a few more things and suddenly the huge TV screen was filled with a man and woman having sex. I grabbed the remote to turn it off, but stopped myself, then glanced around the room to confirm I was alone.

  This was scandalous! But I couldn’t turn away.

  The naked man, his thick member at least as big as Mac’s, pushed the naked woman onto a bed, and she spread her legs, grabbing her thighs to tuck her knees up beside her extremely ample bosom.

  Her breasts seemed nearly as large as the volleyballs we had in the mission gymnasium and as firm as them, too. They were so different from the small mounds on my chest, and I couldn’t stop staring, wondering which one of us was normal.

  And her sex, it was pink and glistening with moisture and—this was the shocking part—hairless. It was normal for women to have hair down there, wasn’t it?

  I remembered asking Mother when my first hairs appeared, and she’d assured me that it was just part of the shame of being a woman, like how I bled once a month.

  But this woman…

  Did some women not have hair down there? Or. I thought back to Sister Henry trying to get me to shave the hair off my legs before my first date with Mac. Did some women remove the hair that covered their sex?

  I put my hand over the crotch of my swimsuit, absently stroking as the man knelt to lick the woman’s sex like Mac had licked mine. She moaned and writhed as he flicked his tongue over what I now knew was a clitoris. I knew how good that felt, and this woman seemed to be enjoying it even more than I had. Her moans were embarrassingly loud.

  The man flipped her onto her hands and knees on the edge of the bed and thrust his huge erect penis inside her. I gasped. They were doing it the same way as animals—from behind!—and I’d never considered that humans could do it that way.

  She groaned as she looked back over her shoulder, pushing her bottom back to meet each pounding stroke. Holding her hips so tightly I could see his fingers’ imprints on her flesh, he pulled them toward him each time he thrust his hips forward, forcing his way in and out of her with what seemed like ten times the speed and force that Mac had used last night.

  Rubbing my fingers over my swimsuit, I realized the wetness between my legs had returned. Mac had been so gentle last night. What would it feel like to have a man push into me so hard? Would I like it? Why hadn’t Mac done sex like this? Had he ever done it like this with another woman?

  The man’s penis pulled out of her, and she slid off the end of the bed to kneel in front of the man and his erection. She licked her palm and then took hold of his penis, stroking it and looking up into his eyes. A creamy white substance appeared on the tip of his penis, and she licked it off.

  Seeming to like the taste, she pulled his erection into her mouth. So much of disappeared into her mouth it didn’t seem possible that she wasn’t choking, and then she started to bob her head, taking him into her mouth as she rubbed and twisted her hands over the lower part of his penis.

  The sounds were sloppy, slippery, and saliva trailed from her lips whenever his penis slipped momentarily from her mouth. He pulled her up to her feet, then roughly turned her and bent her so that her hands were on the mattress.

  He lifted one of her feet onto the bed, exposing her sex to the camera, to me, then with a grunt, he pushed inside her again, hard and fast, pulling down on her hips as he thrust up and forward, using his legs to increase the force.

  Using his entire body, he continued his rough penetration, pushing into her over and over, and the woman moaned loudly, her huge breasts bouncing as they hung above the mattress. Then he moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, using them as leverage to force himself inside her. Then he moved his hands back to her hips, and his hands had left red prints on her breasts, he’d squeezed them so tightly.

  But she didn’t seem to mind and looked back at him, panting, her face flushed as she moaned.

  The man pulled her leg back down to the floor, then pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to bend forward until she was bent in half, her face down between her legs, her back against the edge of the bed as he continued to thrust, so fast, so hard.

  He braced her with his arms, moving her as he wanted, as if
she were a bent-over rubber doll, not a person.

  The camera angle changed, a close-up on the penetration, everything so red and slippery—hard into soft—and as impossible as the act had seemed before I’d done it, it seemed even less possible now.

  That huge thing pushing in and out of such a tight space, not to mention the position of her body bent over like that, trapped between him and the bed, all the blood rushing to her head, and his hands firmly on her hips, working in tandem with his punishing hips and buttocks.

  I couldn’t imagine this felt good for her, but still my sex became warmer, wetter, and I continued to stroke my bathing suit, feeling wicked and suddenly wishing Mac were in the room to see this with me.

  The man started to thrust more slowly, but my relief for the woman was short-lived when he struck her bottom with a hard slap. She moaned and wiggled her bottom within her small range of motion, and then he slapped her again and again as he continued to grind his penis inside her.

  His spanking stopped, but the speed and power of his thrusts accelerated, seeming even more violent this time, moving so fast he didn’t seem human. The camera pulled back to show her face, red with blood, her bulbous breasts bouncing above her face with each thrust and what must be painful pressure.

  Mercifully, he pulled his penis out and stepped back, letting her body unfold. Reaching around her as she straightened, he stood behind her, grabbed hold of her breasts and squeezed, kneading them like bread dough, then he pinched both of her nipples, and twisted them in a way that looked painful, but she moaned and writhed, pushing her bottom, red from his slaps, against his erect penis.

  He pushed her forward, her hands landing on the edge of the bed, and then he forced her legs back and apart and pushed into her again. He slammed into her over, and over. The sound of their bodies colliding was almost as loud as when he’d spanked her, and her breasts bobbed, so huge and heavy, under so much strain they looked like the force might bounce them right off her chest.

  My finger slipped under the edge of my bathing suit to meet my own hot, wet flesh, and I fought against the shame of how much I was enjoying watching this sinful display.

  But along with my shame came a feeling of loss—or was it longing? I wished I’d inspired this much passion in Mac.

  Eleven

  Mac

  The call took longer than I’d hoped, and it was nearly a half hour before I headed back to the room. I hoped Faith would be finished with her nap and more open to sex than she’d seemed this morning. Maybe I needed to just flat-out tell her it was okay to have sex during daytime, too.

  I’d told Faith I was done with crime, and I’d meant it. But this big job of Shane’s was definitely on, and I’d caved under Keagan’s pressure.

  I trusted my older brother—no one was better at planning these things than Keag—but I also knew that we’d been lucky to keep from doing any serious time so far. But the luck of the Downeys was bound to run out sooner or later.

  One last job, I thought. One last job with a promised payday bigger than the previous five years’ hauls combined. After that I’d be done. One last job and I’d be out.

  I liked to think I’d have quit even before meeting Faith, but it was hard to sort out my own thoughts from her influence. It was barely a month, but I had trouble remembering my life before Faith, and even more trouble imagining my future without her.

  I opened the door to our hotel room and heard obvious sex sounds. WTF?

  After a moment of panic, I recognized she was watching porn, and my shock melted into amusement, then horniness.

  Watching porn meant she was horny too, and my dick would finally forgive me for going nearly twelve hours without being inside her.

  I found her on the sofa, her fingers tucked inside the edge of her bathing suit. She pulled them out quickly when she saw me. Her cheeks were flushed, but it was hard to know whether it was embarrassment at being caught or how much she was turned on. Probably both.

  “Whatcha watching?” I grinned like I hadn’t noticed. “Anything good on?”

  Not looking at the screen, I kept my eyes on her face as I leaned on the arm of the sofa, wanting so badly to dive on top of her, push the crotch of that suit to the side and press my cock balls-deep inside her.

  “Is this how it’s supposed to be?” she asked softly.

  “Sex?” I shook my head. “No, baby. That’s porn. It’s all show.”

  She nodded, slowly, then looked down. “But… but it’s supposed to feel… better.”

  “I knew it.” I tightened my grip on the sofa. “I hurt you last night. Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

  “No.” She shook her head vigorously. “You didn’t hurt me. But…” She glanced at the TV then back toward me. “Sex… is it sometimes more, um, passionate than what we did last night? Like that?” She pointed at the TV.

  “Sure. Maybe not exactly like that, but sure.”

  “When you’re with the right person.”

  “Yeah.” I shrugged. “But—”

  “I’m not that girl for you.” She looked down.

  “That’s not…” Fuck. “Was the sex last night good for you—at all?”

  “Well. Yes. I suppose. I’m not really sure, since it was my first time.” She bit her lower lip. “It didn’t feel as good as the other stuff we’ve done.”

  Looking up at me, she shook her head and smiled. “I let my expectations get too high.”

  I scraped my smashed ego off the carpet. “Lots of women like foreplay and oral sex better than fucking—um, sex.”

  She turned back to the TV. The man was kneeling one knee on the bed and pounding the woman doggie style—hard—as he pressed her face into the mattress at an uncomfortable angle.

  “Have you ever done it like… like that?” she whispered. “From behind?” She said the last word with a mixture of awe and disgust.

  “Sure…” I did not like where this discussion was going.

  “And do you like it as much as that man?”

  “Faith, I told you. That’s porn. It’s not real.”

  “And you don’t feel that passionate with me.” The hurt in her voice was clear.

  I rounded the arm of the sofa and sat, and my brain caught up with her thinking. My wounded manhood had totally missed the point. She thought I hadn’t wanted her badly enough.

  “Faith. You make me plenty passionate. You are so fucking sexy. I’ve never been so aroused by a woman. When I’m anywhere near you…”

  I glanced down at the erection pressing my swim shorts forward. “I want you—all the fucking time.”

  “Last night.” Her eyes opened with realization. “You held back!”

  I leaned toward her, hand on the back of the sofa. “It was your first time. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

  She reached into my shorts and grasped my cock.

  I exhaled a thready breath as my dick turned even harder. Her eyes opened wide as if she was feeling the change, too.

  I slid up onto my knees on the sofa as she stroked me, and I pushed the shorts down over my hips to give her full access.

  Holy shit. Her hand on my dick was the most erotic thing I had ever felt.

  “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I planned to show her just how passionate I could be.

  She rose up on one knee, bent over, and took the tip of my cock in her mouth.

  My hips jerked forward like she’d pulled me. “Holy shit, Faith.”

  She looked up into my eyes, then slid her lips down over my cock, nearly swallowing me whole.

  My cock struck the back of her throat. She gagged, but didn’t stop trying, gagging and gurgling.

  “Hey, wait.” I pulled back, and my cock popped out of her mouth.

  Tears in her eyes, she coughed. “Sorry.” She shook her head. “I don’t know how to do it. I need practice.” She reached for me. “I’ll figure it out.”

  I pulled her up and into my arms. “That porn on the TV? Did she nearly swallow the guy?”

  Faith nodded
.

  “That’s not real life. The woman doesn’t need to choke for a blow job to feel good for the man.”

  She nodded against my chest. “Teach me?”

  My dick throbbed at her words. “You don’t need to.”

  Sitting down, she took my cock in her hand and bent to kiss the tip. “You taste salty.” She kissed me again, licking jizz off the tip and pressing a series of tiny kisses all around the head.

  I groaned. “Fuck, that feels good.”

  “What else should I do?”

  “Hold it with your hands. Only take a small amount into your mouth. You don’t want to choke. And then suck on it if you want, or lick—but don’t bite! Whatever you do, just don’t bite. Just play with it. There’s no one right way.”

  She stared at my throbbing hard cock with so much concentration and then glanced at the TV. The porn star was working the guy’s dick with saliva-soaked hands, and Faith did the hottest, most unexpected thing I could have ever imagined. She reached under her swimsuit, wet her hand, and then grabbed my cock.

  Before I could react, she took me into her mouth and was sucking and circling the head with her tongue in one of the best fucking blowjobs I’d had in my entire life. Her tongue traced the underside, rubbing the engorged veins, and then she returned to sucking the tip.

  Unable to control my body, I thrust my hips forward, and she fell back onto the sofa.

  “Sorry.” I reached for her.

  After the shock of landing, she laughed. “It’s okay.”

  Her eyes were fully on my cock, and her skin was flushed and her breathing fast and hard. She rubbed her thighs together on the couch.

  So fucking hot. If she wanted more passionate sex, I wouldn’t deny her. I wanted to fuck this woman more than I wanted to breathe.

  “Take off your bathing suit.”

  She pushed down the straps.

  “I’ll get a condom.” I dashed to the bedroom and grabbed the pack.

  On my return, she was fully naked and crossing the room toward me. I tossed the box onto the dining room table, pulled her into my arms, and crushed her lips with mine, pushing them open and devouring her mouth the way I wanted to devour every other part of her.