Want It Bad: A Kinky Romance

by Melinda DuChamp

  Jake turned red. “I thought you’d understand. But if you want to make jokes, fine. See you around.”

  He spun around and walked away.

  Carla retreated into her house, still not sure how Jake’s confession could possibly be true. She made straight for the kitchen and her precious stash of Sam Adams Utopias. Cracking open the bottle, she poured about an ounce into a snifter, set the bottle down, then picked it back up, pouring two more.

  A virgin? Jake?

  She brought the glass to her lips, forcing herself to sip when every cell in her brain was screaming for her to guzzle.

  A virgin who hasn’t even had a blow job?

  Carla set down her glass and plucked her phone from her bag. She called up her directory, stared at Janet’s number, and then returned the phone to her purse. Hearing a noise out front, she carried her snifter to the dark living room and peered outside.

  Jake strolled along the street, his gait leisurely as to not outpace the waddle of his short-legged companion. He glanced her way, and Carla stepped back, even though she knew that with the interior lights out, he couldn’t see her.

  Jake is a virgin

  Jake is a virgin.

  He kept walking, and Carla took in his broad shoulders, the narrow of his waist, the way those jeans cupped his butt. His movement was fluid, effortlessly athletic, and Carla couldn’t help thinking about the feel of his touch, the sound of his voice, the taste of his kiss.

  Jake is a virgin.

  Jake is a virgin.

  Harry stopped to pee on her mailbox post and sniff the smells left by other dogs. Then they moved out from under the streetlight and continued down the street.

  Carla continued to stare at the darkness for another minute, maybe two.

  Jake is a virgin.

  Jake is a virgin.

  When her snifter ran dry, she returned to the kitchen. She stared at Janet’s name on her phone one more time, and then poured another.

  Her cell rang before she could take a sip. Carla stared at the name on the display then picked up.

  “Janet?”

  “He whipped out his dick in the car. It was the size of a cocktail weenie. And you know how I treat men like fish; the big ones you mount, the little ones you throw back. When I made a joke about him being able to fuck my belly button, he pulled over and kicked me out of the car.”

  “Do you need a ride?”

  “I’m two blocks away from home. Walking. And thinking. I’m sorry, Carla. I should have respected the bitch code. Chicks before dicks.”

  Carla opened her mouth, then shut it, not sure what to say.

  “I always had the greatest stories, you know? Exciting shit. Kinky shit. Shit that you’d never even heard of. It was my thing. When you took that too, I guess I didn’t react very well.”

  “Took that, too?”

  “Give me a break, Carla. You’re thin. You’re beautiful. You’re fucktastically rich. And even with all that, you’re a nice person. Much nicer than I’ll ever be. I’m allowed to be a little jealous now and then.”

  Carla blinked, the kitchen growing bleary. She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes, but before she could speak, Janet continued.

  “So how’s Jake?”

  “Jake…”

  “If you don’t want to talk about him, it’s okay. I know you have actual feelings for—”

  “He’s a virgin.” Carla clapped a palm over her mouth.

  “Whaaaaa?”

  “I shouldn’t have told you. Forget about it, okay?”

  “What are you talking about? You were required to tell me. Holy shit, Carla! He’s got a fucking sex dungeon in his house!”

  “That’s what I said. The whole thought of it is just…”

  “Crazy?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Preposterous?”

  “Uh, huh.”

  “Mindboggling?”

  Carla nodded, as if her friend could see her through the phone. Jake’s confession had certainly boggled her mind. And Carla had to admit it was a relief to be able to tell someone.

  What would I do without Janet?

  “How can a man who is that talented never have tagged muff. Never plowed trim. Never speared beaver. You have to do him.”

  “I don’t know, Janet. Losing your virginity is a really big deal, especially when he’s waited so long.”

  “Which is why you need to run over there tonight.”

  “He’s got intimacy issues.”

  “No fucking kidding, you think? Which is why you need to get your ass over there and pop that boy’s cherry.”

  “We barely know each other.”

  “What does that have to do with anything?”

  “The first time, it should be with someone special.”

  “That’s not a rule.”

  “It kind of is.”

  “Is not!” Janet protested. “The first time is the worst time. Best to get it over with so you can move on.”

  “When was your first time?”

  “If we don’t count that carrot when I was twelve, it was playing Two Minutes in the Closet when I was a freshman at your slumber party.”

  “I remember that,” Carla said. “With Brett Tavnor, right? You came out with ninety seconds still on the clock.”

  “What Brett lacked in size he made up for in speed.”

  “Should have stuck with the carrot.”

  “Who says I didn’t?”

  It felt good to laugh.

  “Yours wasn’t perfect either, if I remember,” Janet said. “Didn’t you almost burn your mom’s apartment building down with all those fucking candles?”

  “I was trying to set a romantic mood.”

  “And you ended up setting the damn bed on fire.”

  “Well, at least no one can say my first time wasn’t hot.”

  “Ha! Good one. But how was the sex?”

  “Bad.”

  “And how do you think sex with Jake would be?”

  “Great.”

  “So go show him how great it can be.”

  Carla walked back into the living room, straining to get a glimpse of Jake and Harry through the darkness.

  The street was quiet. No one there.

  She stepped out onto the porch.

  Light streamed from Jake’s house, and the sound of a muffled bark filtered into the night, a sure sign man and dog had already returned from their walk.

  “You like Jake, Carla. You like him a lot.”

  Carla couldn’t disagree. “Yes. I do.”

  “And he likes you.”

  “He’s a commitment-phobe. He doesn’t get close to people.”

  “He admitted he was a virgin, Carla. Think he says that to everyone he meets? Or only people he feels close to?”

  “Good point.”

  “So go for it.”

  “I’m not you, Janet.”

  “No, you’re kinkier than me. And it’s about time you let yourself enjoy it. You deserve it, babe. Take a risk. Be happy. Life is too short. No pain, no gain. A vagina is a terrible thing to waste. Just do him.”

  Carla mulled it over.

  Could it be that easy? Just do him?

  “Thanks,” Carla said, forcing her feet to move down the steps.

  “Anytime. That’s what friends are for, to goad each other into having casual sex. Now don’t let me down. I want to hear every detail when you’re done.”

  Walking across the small expanse of lawn, Carla rolled her shoulders, trying to relax. She’d never thought about seducing a man before, at least not since flames and fire trucks ruined her first time.

  How should I do it?

  Tell him how I feel?

  Too needy.

  Take off my clothes?

  Nothing he hadn’t seen before.

  Take off his?

  The thought of touching him, taking him into her mouth, begging him to fuck her made her instantly aware of the wetness between her thighs.

  That was it. She had her a
nswer.

  Pulse drumming in her ears, she stepped onto Jake’s porch. Taking a deep breath, then another, she tried to work up her nerve.

  The door swung open.

  “Carla? Is everything okay?”

  Carla stared at Jake for a second then forced herself to speak. “No, nothing is okay.”

  His brows lowered. “What happened?”

  “I…” She dropped her gaze. “I’ve been having naughty thoughts. Lots and lots of naughty thoughts.”

  “I told you, Carla. I’m done. I’m not an escort anymore.”

  Am I fooling myself to hope I could be anything more to him than a client?

  Can I walk away without finding out?

  “I don’t want an escort, Jake. I want a man.” She swallowed into a dry throat and brought her eyes back up to meet his. “I want you.”

  “Carla, I…” He shifted his feet on the foyer floor. “I didn’t tell you I was a virgin to get you in my bed.”

  “I know. You told me to push me away.”

  “I told you so that you wouldn’t blame yourself.”

  “So you were successful. I’m not blaming myself.”

  “No, you’re offering me a pity fuck.”

  A staccato laugh burst from Carla’s lips. She clapped a hand over her mouth. “Pity?”

  “What? I can’t understand you.”

  She took her hand away. “Pity? Are you joking?”

  “Sure,” he said, but he didn’t laugh. “You are an amazing woman, Carla. What we did last weekend? I have the feeling I’ve barely scratched the surface.”

  “So help me explore further.”

  “I would, believe me, but…”

  “But what, Jake? I’m here. I want you. You say I’m amazing, and yet you push me away. I’m not blaming myself, but I’m not understanding, either.”

  He scrubbed a hand over his face. “I took you on as a client, because I thought that would define whatever it was I felt for you. Keep it in a context that I could deal with. And it did. At least I told myself that. But after working with you, seeing how open you could be, how…”

  “Uncontrolled.”

  “Amazing. And that’s when I realized I was lying to myself.”

  “About what?”

  “I have feelings for you, Carla. Feelings I’m not sure what to do with.”

  Tingles of heat washed over Carla, raising chills on her skin. He’d hinted at that when trying to explain why he could be nude in front of Janet and not her, but Carla hadn’t really bought it. Since she’d met Jake, he’d seemed very interested one moment, then distant the next. But now, hearing him say it clearly, made her feel a little dizzy. “I have feelings for you, too.”

  “And it’s not just the sex?”

  Carla had to laugh. All her adult life, she was the one who’d been convinced men only wanted sex. Every cheating college boyfriend and movie theater popcorn switch and expensive dinner to be paid for later had proved it. And now?

  Now she was the one who couldn’t get enough. But that didn’t mean sex was the only thing she wanted.

  “I love the sex, Jake. In fact, I’m obsessed with it. Addicted to it. There’s only one thing wrong.”

  “Wrong? With the sex? What?”

  She smiled at his pride, his swaggering confidence in his skills. “Making love… It’s about sharing. The best sex is reciprocal. You enjoy doing things to me, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then let me enjoy doing some things to you.”

  She brought her hands to his waistband and unbuttoned the top button, then she inched the zipper down.

  He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his long shaft bowed outward, the tip still imprisoned in denim. He was smooth and hot, and when she touched him, he flexed toward her. She got onto her knees and stared up at him.

  “This is what you want?” Jake asked.

  “Yes.”

  “How much do you want it, Carla?”

  She looked up at his rippled abs, his broad chest sprinkled with just the right amount of dark hair, the intensity in his eyes. “I want it bad.”

  “Bad enough to show me your tits?”

  Carla slipped off her jacket, then brought her fingers to the buttons on her blouse. Her hands were shaking so badly, from adrenaline and eagerness, that it took several tries, but finally she pulled the silk open and let it slide off her arms.

  “Yes. I want it bad enough to show you my tits.”

  Her breasts felt so full, so heavy, his eyes on her heightening her arousal. She unhooked the back of the garment and slid the straps down her arms. Tossing the bra aside, she knelt in front of him, naked from the waist up, close enough for her nipples to brush the legs of his jeans.

  He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and inched the denim down. One inch. Two inches. His tip was still pinned inside, but from Carla’s angle, she could see his balls behind the shaft, hairless and tight.

  “Do you want it bad enough to show me your pussy?” Jake asked.

  “Yes, I want it enough to show you my pussy.”

  Carla’s fingers worked faster this time, unfastening her trousers, shoving them and the panties beneath them down her thighs. Sitting back on her butt, she stripped the pants free and spread her thighs just enough to give Jake a glimpse.

  Jake pushed his jeans further down, and his hard length sprang free. He was already quite hard, his shaft nearly horizontal. The hint of pre-cum glistened on his tip.

  Carla returned to her knees and guided Jake’s jeans off his legs. She leaned forward in the effort, purposely brushing her cheek against his glans. She drew in a deep breath, his scent musky and male, and so arousing, she felt the pressure of an orgasm start to build.

  “Do you want it bad enough to wear the ball gag?”

  Every nerve in Carla’s body cringed. She closed her eyes, feeling off center, as she had in the sailboat. Like she was about to lose her footing and plunge into cold water. But when she opened them again, there he was, naked in front of her, his tip so close she could reach out and taste.

  “Yes, Jake. I want it bad enough to wear the ball gag. But before we do that, I want to suck your cock. I want to suck it until you come. May I do that?”

  Jake’s confidence seemed to dim. Carla reached up, running her finger along the underside of his shaft. It twitched.

  “May I please suck your cock?” she asked.

  He cleared his throat then hoarsely answered, “Yes.”

  Carla extended her tongue, flicking the tip, the salty hint of him teasing her taste buds. She licked him again, just a tiny skim, and when she touched him, his cock jumped away from the contact.

  Carla skimmed her hand up his leg, tracing over his tight sack, then she gripped his shaft, bringing him down to her lips.

  She licked him again—trailing up his underside, from his sack up to his tip, and then she took him into her mouth.

  “Ahh.”

  The utterance was more a vibration from his chest than a sound, but it was the sweetest music Carla had ever heard.

  I’ve never felt so powerful.

  Desirable.

  As if I’m the sexiest woman in the world.

  She could see why Jake enjoyed driving women crazy, seeing them so responsive, knowing they wanted him. It was intoxicating.

  Carla remembered the few times she’d given head in the past. She’d considered it a chore. Hadn’t enjoyed it. Which probably was why Greg hadn’t considered her good at it. Not only was her technique lacking, but she hadn’t had any enthusiasm.

  With Jake, it was different. The thought of him coming was an incredible turn-on. She didn’t just want to blow him. She wanted to fuck him with her mouth.

  Carla circled him with her tongue, then plunged him deep.

  “Ohhh.”

  Opening her throat, she took him deeper still.

  His balls seemed to vibrate, the tremor spreading through his body, and when she drew back, pressing her tongue down hard on his frenulum, he buried h
is fingers in her hair.

  She took him in again, and soon he was guiding her with his hands, thrusting with his hips. Her breasts bounced with each stroke, her nipples rasping against the hair on his legs.

  Carla sat back, bracing herself, and with each plunge of his cock her clit pressed against her heel, wet and slick, pleasure pulsing with each thrust. She released his balls and cupped a buttock in each hand, gripping the firm muscle, digging in her nails.

  “Ahhhh… Ohhhh…” Jake groaned. “I’m… I’m…”

  A shot of salt filled her mouth. She continued to suck him, milk him, swallow him until his hips stopped bucking.

  “That was…” He stared at her, seemingly unable to find the words.

  Carla eyed his length, now glistening with her saliva. Then she grabbed the base and gave it a long, fat lick.

  Jake yelped, trying to pull away. “It’s too sensitive.”

  “Maybe you need a safeword,” she said, half-teasing.

  “Wow, yeah, I think that might be a good idea.”

  “That was really your first blowjob?”

  “You couldn’t tell? I lasted about eight seconds. I completely lost control.”

  And that’s when it clicked for Carla. She was happy she’d caused Jake to lose control, but didn’t allow herself the same release. Instead of fearing that, she needed to embrace it. To surrender to it.

  Why didn’t I see that before?

  How could I have wasted my whole adult life without knowing this?

  Carla’s eyes misted, turning Jake and the foyer around him into a smeared mosaic of light and dark.

  “Carla? You okay?”

  “I want the ball gag. Now. Before I chicken out.”

  “I have other plans for you first.”

  He rose to his feet and guided her up with him. Circling an arm around the small of her back, he guided her to the kitchen and picked up something from the counter. “You’ll find this funny.”

  “I was thinking sexy not funny.”

  “Some things are both.” He gave her a wink, then smoothing her hair out of the way, he placed his gift around her neck.

  With no mirror in sight, Carla brought her hand up and groped her new necklace. She giggled.

  The dog collar that blew out her tire and started it all.

  “Will you walk me, too?” she said, treating him to her own awkward version of a wink.

  “Oh, I’ll do more than that.” He clipped on a leash, then keeping his eyes riveted to hers, he led her to the dungeon.