Be My Bad Boy

by Marie Medina

  He lowered both of them to the floor and hovered above her. Lifting her skirt completely above her waist he nudged her legs apart. He teased her mouth with light kisses as his hand worked into her panties. His fingers circled her clit. Every time she tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled away, but his fingers stroked her with an insistent and maddening rhythm. His wet fingers slid over her clit with measured skill. He varied his speed, going slowly and then quickening before slowing again. The need to come was urgent now. She felt it coiling inside her, and she arched to urge him to give her release. He moved his head lower and kissed the swells of her breasts. She whimpered and gripped her skirt with her hands as she braced for the orgasm. He stopped and slid one finger into her. She needed more than that. He pulled out of her, leaving her aching with desire, and began to slide her panties down.

  She missed his touch right away. If she hadn’t been so limp from wanting him, she would have grabbed him and pulled him down onto her. She’d been so close to coming. Her breath came in gasps as his lips touched her thigh. His tongue traced slow circles. She’d never trembled like this with any other man, but she’d also never needed any man like this before.

  She cried out loudly when he licked her clit. His rough tongue made her clench. If his lips had only closed on her clit she would have fallen apart that very moment. She propped herself on her elbows so she could see him work his magic on her trembling body. He watched her as his mouth hovered over her pussy. He obviously meant to drive her insane with lust. She propped herself up on her elbows to look into his eyes again. They blazed with a desire that matched her own. His control amazed her.

  “Who are you? I can hardly believe you’re human.”

  “Guess.” He held her gaze and lowered his mouth to her dripping pussy.

  She gasped as she watched him. She loved the way he touched her and how commanding he was. She couldn’t fight him even if she had wanted to. She needed a passionate man in her life, and the one licking her senseless would do nicely. He knew her, really knew her in a way no one else did. How else could he pinpoint her fantasies like this? Who was he? She stared into his eyes. Seconds away from coming, she reached for the mask, but he quickly caught her hand. His strength surprised her.

  He leaned up and tightened his grip. His mouth was inches from hers. “Do I have to tie you up?”

  She shook beneath him and cried out loudly as she came. She’d been close, and the very suggestion of being tied up by him had sent her over the edge. Her hand went limp in his, and she buried her face against his neck as the pleasure coursed over her. He smelled so sexy, and she took a deep breath before leaning back to look up into his face again. His eyes widened as he realized what had just happened. He gave a lust-filled groan before he pushed her back onto the floor and kissed her until she was breathless. She’d been longing to feel his mouth take full possession of hers since the moment he’d touched his lips to her wrist in the hall. That brief taste in the hallway hadn’t been enough. It had only increased her longing. The pleasure surged inside of her. She needed him to touch her pussy again, but he didn’t. How could he be so patient when every inch of her was aflame with the most carnal need? The desire to feel his hands and mouth on her caused a sweet yet maddening frustration. She wanted to lie naked beneath him. She needed to feel that thick cock surging into her and claiming her.

  She ground her body against his, hoping he would touch her. Knowing she’d come again if he slid his cock into her. She imagined he could keep her coming all night long. He certainly seemed like the kind of man who could give her an entire night of loving.

  When their lips finally parted, she was so dizzy she could hardly think straight. What did he want her to do? She’d plead if she had to. She had to have him inside of her soon. As satisfying as her climax had been, she wanted more. She wanted all of him.

  “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” she whispered with a sigh. “Tell me who you are, and you can do anything you want with me. I won’t turn away, no matter who you are.” She meant every word. A man who could make her feel this complete was a man she never intended to let go of.

  He held her gaze for a few moments. Was he debating? Why would he hesitate? His eyes darkened as he admired her body. Finally, he shook his head. “I think I can do that anyway. You said you trust me. Please do so a little longer.” He stood and pulled her to her feet. She felt dizzy and went limp in his arms. He had to support her as they moved to the bed. She kicked her heels off when they reached the bed, but she still had to steady herself on one of the bedposts. He chuckled.

  “I’m so glad I’m amusing you this much. You’ve done nothing but smile at me and laugh all night.”

  He twisted his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back firmly. “I’ve done more than that, haven’t I?”

  He bit the back of her neck. She gasped. It hadn’t hurt, and he hadn’t applied much pressure at all. Something about that brief gesture had felt so erotically possessive. She had to grip the bedpost with both hands now.

  “Haven’t I?” he urged.

  “Yes. You have.”

  He pulled the pins from her hair and let it down. “I keep smiling and laughing because I’m happy. I’m finally getting what I want.” He ran his fingers through her hair before burying his face against her neck and breathing in her scent.

  She had to keep reminding herself to breathe. She added softly, “I’ve never come like that before.”

  “No other man has made you come with only a few words?”

  He had done that, hadn’t he? “I would never have imagined it possible.”

  “You’re a very complex woman. I don’t think any other man could ever make you come like that, no matter how he tried.” He brought his lips to hers for a very sweet, slow kiss, before sliding his hands around her waist and turning her in his arms. She slid hers around his neck, unwilling to let go when the kiss ended.

  “I think you’re right.” She wasn’t sure how she was still able to speak. She brought one hand to his cheek. He immediately covered it with one of his hands, so she gave up the fleeting thought of attempting to remove his mask again. Part of her wanted to know who he was and part of her wanted him to make good on his threat and tie her up. “What else do you have in store for me?”

  “That would be telling.” He moved behind her. “And surprising you is one of my goals.”

  “You’ve succeeded so far.”

  He kissed her shoulder. “You just wait.” He unzipped her dress and pulled it off quickly. He kissed her shoulders again as he took her bra off. He massaged her breasts, and she could feel his cock pressing against her ass again. He pinched her nipples and made her moan. Kissing her hair he continued to play with the sensitive buds. She squirmed against him, and he turned her body and sat her on the bed. He put his hands behind his head, and she held her breath in anticipation. Instead of removing the mask and black scarf, he only checked to make sure they remained secure.

  He pulled his shirt off to reveal a smooth, muscular chest. His gaze explored her body just as hers explored his while he undressed. He was broad shouldered and overwhelmingly masculine. She wanted to run her hands over his chest and feel every inch of the hard muscles her eyes were feasting upon. His pants buttoned at the fly, and she believed he deliberately undid each button as slowly as possible. He showed exceptional balance as he kicked off his boots and then shed the pants. His cock did not disappoint her, and his muscular physique made her long to be pressed against him. She pressed her hands against the mattress so he wouldn’t see them shaking. Her first instinct was to go down on her knees in front of him. She wanted to take his cock into her mouth and rub her hands over his ass, which had been driving her crazy since her first glimpse of it. The rest of his body distracted her, and she didn’t know what to do first.

  Her mind whirled. Could he be from the athletics department? His body said yes, but she knew all of them. Some were as well built, but none of them were as tall. Most of them were much older
as well. Arts and humanities? Most of them were thin, short or pale, whereas this guy was tall, tan and perfectly formed. Could he work for the theater? He’d certainly know about these rooms if he worked in this building.

  He caught her chin in his hand. “You aren’t paying attention, my dear.” His commanding voice made her shiver. Most men didn’t understand the sensual nature of dominance and submission. They were either too aggressive or not aggressive enough. They thought it was all about whips and ropes and leather. This man knew the dynamic was so much deeper than the trappings and the words. He knew a man could dominate with the softest whisper. He pushed her back on the bed and held her hands over her head. “I’ll have to do something to get your attention, won’t I?”

  He captured her mouth in another long kiss. She’d never been kissed like this before. She felt free and captive at the same time. She couldn’t pull away if she tried. One moment his embrace was rough and very eager. The next instant he pulled away a little to explore her mouth sensually with his tongue. So many sensations flowed through her. She couldn’t wait to have his mouth on her pussy again. She knew why he said he wanted to make love to her. She’d been fucked so many times, but she’d never been taken this completely. The complexity of his assault, the rush of physical sensations and emotions combined, both enraptured and surprised her.

  He held both wrists in one hand as he inched his mouth lower. He planted a gentle kiss between her breasts before his mouth explored every inch of them. His tongue and teeth teased her nipples in turns. His mouth didn’t miss a spot. His lips felt hot against the soft mounds, and his kisses grew hungrier. He moved back up to her neck and shifted between her legs. He inched them apart with his. Soon his cock rubbed against her.

  “You have my attention now,” she whispered as she arched up to bring more of his cock into contact with her pussy.

  “Good.” He released her and rolled off to the side. “I’ve wanted it for so long.” He stroked her hair and face.

  She felt cold without his body on top of her. How could he stop after working her into such a state of need? She liked his gentle touch, but somehow it confused her. “You keep giving me clues. Don’t you want to tell me who you are? I feel it’s on the tip of your tongue.” She slowly reached up and caressed his cheek, leaning in as she were going to brush a kiss over his lips. He closed his eyes and sighed. She slid her finger under the mask, but within seconds he’d pulled her hand away and flipped her on the bed. He had her pinned on her stomach, her hands held firmly in the small of her back. His hard penis rested on her ass, the tip poised between her legs. If they both moved just right, he’d be inside of her.

  Being pinned beneath him only fanned the flames deep in her core. “Please take me.”

  “I will.” He rubbed her back. His cock slid back and forth against her pussy. She tried to move so he would slide into her, but he held her in place very well with just one hand.

  “I need to be fucked,” she said. “Please!”

  “Soon, my love.” He ran one finger all the way down her spine.

  She groaned. “I can’t stand it! Tell me who you are.”

  He trailed his fingers over her right buttock. “I told you before. I’m the man who’s in love with you.”

  “No one’s ever told me he was in love with me. I didn’t spend that much time with any of the volunteers.”

  “We met before then. I simply chose not to tell you before.” He placed a hot kiss on the back of her neck and then pulled away. “And no, I’ve never told you. But if you’d been listening hard enough, you would have heard me saying it every time I spoke to you.”

  What? She didn’t understand. She remembered his costume. He was dressed like Westley from The Princess Bride. Did she know any Westleys? Had any guy ever said “as you wish” to her? She needed this man. That was all she knew. How did he know how to touch her? How did he know exactly what to say and do to turn her on? She’d had lots of fantasies about clandestine couplings and risky encounters. However, she didn’t write them down, and she certainly didn’t talk about them. Someone who knew her better than she’d ever imagined had decided to make her dreams come true. He kept saying he’d wanted this for a long time. How long had they known each other? How long would a man like him need to observe her to recognize the desires he was now so skillfully manipulating? His stubborn refusal was driving her mad because she couldn’t think of a single man who could have gotten into her head like this. Why did he keep denying her? How could he imagine she might reject him or walk away from sex this hot? His own need couldn’t be ignored as it pressed against her. If only he’d shift and slide his cock inside her.

  She moved her hips up as much as she could. He was very strong. His length felt amazing against her wet slit.

  “Is that what you want?” He kissed her neck.

  “Yes. I keep telling you.” She let out a long sigh. “I’ll stop asking who you are if you’ll make me complete.”

  “Complete. That’s exactly how I feel…here in this bed with you.” He pulled a pillow across the mattress. Lifting her hips he slid it beneath her, propping her ass up. He shifted her legs apart and caressed her pussy. The anticipation overwhelmed her. He pushed his fingers into her and spread her, rubbing her clit with his other hand. He moved his fingers in and out, before moving into position and gripping her ass with both hands. He lifted her a little and began to penetrate. She sighed as he filled her.

  “You’re right, my dear. This was a very good idea.”

  He moved in and out of her steadily. It felt so good. She wanted to feel more of his body against her. “Let me turn over. I want to look at you.”

  He kept slowly fucking her, ignoring her request. “Even though you can’t see my face?”

  “I can see your eyes. I want to watch you taking me.” She began to struggle beneath him.

  He slid into her full to the hilt and made her gasp with joy. “Antics like that will only make me fuck you harder.”

  She trembled beneath him. “That warning might not make me stop.”

  “Really?” He began to thrust again. “You are my kind of girl, aren’t you?”

  “You already knew that. You’ve proven it very well. I know you’re my kind of man.”

  He grew still above her. He stretched his body over hers and rested his lips on her neck. “Then does it really matter who I am?”

  She shook her head as much as she could. “Not really, but I do know who you are.”

  “Do you?” he whispered in her ear. He withdrew from her pussy, but he still held her down.

  She felt empty, but she hadn’t imagined his body stiffening at her words. “Let me look at you.”

  He rolled her over gently, letting go of her hands, but holding her arms at her sides as their eyes met. “Tell me.”

  “The man I want. The man I need. No one has ever touched me like this before. No man has ever known how to touch me.” She lowered her eyes. “I’ve never felt this kind of need until now. No man has ever made me come with his words. It’s better than any of the fantasies I’ve ever had.”

  He kissed her with astounding gentleness. “Hasn’t a man ever kissed you like that?”

  She licked her lips. “No.”

  He stared into her eyes. “You sound so sure.” He nudged her legs apart with his knees and slid his cock into her.

  She moaned as he began his slow assault. “We’ve kissed? I don’t believe you. You’re talking in circles to confuse me. I probably shouldn’t believe a word you say. I would have remembered you.”

  He bit his lip, but then gave her a wicked smile that sent a bolt of lust down her spine. “Maybe it would be best not to believe me.” He half closed his eyes as he thrust. “You don’t believe we’ve ever kissed?”

  She shook her head. “I’ve been waiting for your touch for so long.”

  “You’re very right, more so than you know.” He nibbled her lower lip, sucking it between his before returning his hungry kisses to the sensitive ski
n of her neck. His tongue and teeth worked in perfect harmony as she arched up to take more of his cock.

  She moaned and let a smile play across her lips when he looked into her eyes again. “So I win this argument for now. You can’t make me believe you. The only way would be to tell me who you are, and I know you won’t do that.”

  “Not yet.” He surged deep inside her exactly the way she wanted him to. His thick cock spread her wide and hit just the right spot to send a sweet vibration of pleasure over her whole body. She didn’t hide her ecstasy. He slowed his pace and began to toy with her. One finger teased her clit as he eased in and out, only giving her part of his cock now. She shivered under the light touch of his fingertip. She wanted him to press harder, to pinch her clit and thrust into her. She wanted him to fill her the way he had before.

  “You won’t hurt me. Just take me.”

  “I want to remember every moment, every touch. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  How long had he wanted this? She stared up into his eyes as he pressed deeper and deeper. He made her feel more lust and longing than she’d ever imagined she could. Complete had indeed been the perfect word.

  When she moved her arm, he stopped rubbing her clit to hold her down. She wanted a brief struggle, wanted to make him hold her down. She tried to free her arms. He held her tighter, and his cock went deeper. His gaze said he liked it as much as she did.

  “You said I’m the man you want, the man you need. Stop trying to find out who I am. Give yourself to the fantasy. You’ll find everything you’ve ever wanted.”

  “I already have.” Her body tingled as the pleasure increased. She would come soon, and she wanted to see him then. “Please, take your mask off when I come.”