Falling for the Bad Boy

by Kennedy Fox

  “Oh my God!” She bursts out laughing. Her eyes lower but between the darkness of the sky and the water, she can’t see anything below my chest. “How’s that even possible?”

  “Well, it’s not rocket science, sweetheart. Hot naked girl kissing me and rubbing her tits against me is going to make me hard.” I shrug, unapologetically.

  “Even in water?”

  “Sweetheart, my cock’s been hard since the moment you walked up my steps, and when you opened your smart mouth, it got even harder. So yes, even in water.”

  “Jesus,” she whispers, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as if she has to stop herself from saying anything else.

  I align our bodies so we’re facing each other and my cock presses against her again. We lock eyes as I take one small step forward and feel my piercing rub against her clit. I hear a sharp inhale of breath as her shoulders tense, and her eyes flutter closed.

  Palming my cock, I rub circles along her clit as she wraps her hands around my biceps, digging her nails into the muscle. Her breathing pattern quickens as I increase the pace, and when her head falls back, I know she’s close.

  “Does it feel this good when you touch yourself?” I ask roughly, wrapping my other hand around her neck and securing her body. I’m centimeters from being inside her, but I won’t make the next move until she gives me permission. “Answer me, Vada.”

  “Fuck off,” she finally responds, her eyelids barely open from the increased pressure.

  “I know you’re close,” I say matter-of-factly. “So tell me,” I demand, sliding my hand from her neck down to her breast and palming it with force. Squeezing her breast and rubbing her clit with my dick is going to unravel me any second, but I won’t until I feel her body release.

  “No!” she cries out, finally saying what I was hoping to hear.

  “So you admit the real thing is better than doing it yourself?” I ask, rotating the tip of my cock in the other direction as I feel her body tensing up.

  “No,” she grits between her teeth, stubbornly—not that I’m really surprised. It makes me smile still.

  “No? So I should stop then and let you finish yourself?” I ask, slowing my rhythm, as painful as it is for me. I won’t let her win this battle without a fight.

  “Fuck, no!” Her eyes blink open in a panic as her chest rises and falls while she tries to catch her breath. “Okay, fine. Yes! Your stupid pierced cock feels fucking amazing against my clit. There! Happy?”

  A smile shines over my face because I know how salty those words must’ve tasted coming out. “Extremely.”

  She groans, shifting her body so she can slide her hand between her legs. “I’m so close, I can finish myself anyway.”

  “Fuck that.” I quickly grab her hands and wrap them around my waist, securing them with only one of my hands. “You change your answer yet?”

  “I thought I did already,” she hisses, wiggling her hips to find relief. My cock is still standing at attention, but I tilt my body just enough so it doesn’t touch her.

  “I need to hear you say it, Vada,” I tell her seriously. “I’ll fuck your cunt harder than you could ever imagine, but I won’t until you know exactly what you’re getting into.”

  She’s breathing heavier now, and I can tell I have her full attention.

  “And what is that?” she asks, panting.

  “I’m not those guys in your romance novels. I’m a gentleman, and I’ll treat you real good in bed, but I’m not one of those guys who sends flowers and chocolate the next day, so I don’t want you getting the wrong idea here. You’re tense as hell, and the only way to get you to relax is to fuck you so good, you’ll still be feeling me days later.”

  “I have no expectations from you, Ethan,” she tells me honestly. “I’m only here for a few more days, and then I’m gone.”

  “Good,” I say, releasing my grip around her wrists. “Right now, you should only concern yourself with how hard I can make you come, because sweetheart, after tonight your expectations are going to be a lot higher.”

  “Oh God,” she whispers.

  “So what's it going to be, Vada? Think one night with me will be enough for you?” I taunt, licking my lips as she looks up at me. Resisting the urge to kiss her, I wait impatiently for her response.

  “I think the real question is…will one night with me be enough for you, Casanova?”

  I nearly carry Vada back to the house, naked, but she makes me grab our clothes and get dressed before leading her the couple blocks back. I couldn’t wait any longer. The way she makes me crave her is starting to become painful for my dick, and I know the only relief will come from her.

  Wearing only my jeans, I rush us through the front door and immediately pin her against the door with my mouth. Before she can even finish moaning my name, my jeans are on the floor.

  “I told you getting dressed was pointless,” I say against her lips as I reach for her shirt and pull it over her head.

  “You barely had any clothes on in the first place,” she reminds me as I take her shorts off next. “I don’t know if it’s tradition to run naked outside in the south or something, but from where I’m from, public indecency gets you a misdemeanor.”

  “Good to know. Unshaved pussies should be fined,” I tease, kneeling down between her legs as she holds onto the door for support.

  “Yeah? What about bad boys who watch their tenants masturbate? Is there a law against that?” she asks with a condescending tone as I slide her panties down to her ankles. Once she steps out of them, I fling them behind me.

  Before answering, I grab her thighs and spread them. She squeals and rests her palms on my shoulders as she regains her balance. My mouth is on her before she can spit out another word.

  Sliding my tongue along her slit, I circle her clit and taste all Vada’s sweetness. She moans and digs her nails into my scalp as she pulls strands of my hair between her fingers.

  Her body shakes as I sink my tongue deep inside her. She tastes so fucking good, I can’t pull myself away.

  “Holy fuck, Ethan…” she mutters, her hands roughly pulling at my hair, which feels surprisingly amazing when my mouth is on her.

  My tongue devours her, sliding up and down her slit, sucking hard on her clit, and when I feel her body start to tense, I insert a finger inside her tight cunt.

  “Oh my God,” she says between gritted teeth, trying to keep herself together, but I know it’s no use. She’s going to unravel at any moment.

  Speeding up the pace, I add a second finger as my tongue circles her clit faster. Her knees are seconds from buckling, and when she screams out my name, I push my fingers inside even deeper.

  “Mm…” I groan against her pussy. Fuck, she tastes amazing. She’s panting as I lick and clean her up, wanting to savor everything she gives me. Standing, I wrap my hand around her neck and without another word, pull her mouth to mine. She’s reluctant at first, but it only takes her seconds to relax against me.

  “Never tasted your own come before?” I pull back and ask. She licks her lips, and her eyes slowly trail up to mine, embarrassed by my question.

  “I don’t make it a habit.”

  I chuckle, figuring that’s a no. “You should,” I tell her. “Tastes like heaven, don’t you think?” I smirk, brushing my tongue along my bottom lip.

  She grinds her teeth down. “I wouldn’t know. Guess I’ll have to take your word for it.”

  “Smart girl.” I wink. “Come on.” I grab her hand before she can speak and lead her upstairs. We round the banister, and I walk us to the last door on the left.

  Once we’re inside, I shut the door behind us, and when she turns to face me, I know something’s wrong.

  “This is your room?” She raises her brows as she looks around the nearly empty space.

  “No,” I say, firmly. “I told you. No pussies in my bed except for Wilma.”

  “Oh, didn’t realize you were serious.”

  “I’m always serious when it
comes to pussy, Vada.” I step closer, wrapping my hands around her and unhooking her bra. We both watch as it slides down her arms and falls to the floor. “You can change your mind, you know?” I reassure her, feeling uneasy about her mood shift.

  “You don’t sleep with women in your bed?”

  “No.”

  “Why?”

  I wrap my hand around my neck and squeeze. “That’s not something I talk about. With anyone.”

  “So it’s really just about the sex then?”

  “Yes,” I answer honestly. “That’s all this is Vada. Can you handle that?”

  “I already said yes,” she reminds me, but she doesn’t sound as certain as before.

  “Good, because after tasting you once, I know I’m going to want to taste you again.”

  She looks up at me with wide eyes and smiles. I can tell her sex life was merely nonexistent before, which in a way makes me glad because I want to be the one to introduce her to all the amazing different ways I can make her feel fucking fantastic.

  “So tell me what you like.” I step forward, closing the gap between us. Wrapping my hand around her waist, I pull us chest to chest.

  “What?”

  “You write about sex for a living. You must have a preference.”

  “Uh…”

  I smile, seeing the blush creep up her neck and cheeks. “How about this? If you’re uncomfortable with anything I’m doing, you tell me, and I’ll stop.”

  “Like a safe word?”

  Chuckling, I say, “Sure. Is that what your characters do?”

  She shrugs, her cheeks turning redder. “Sometimes.”

  “Okay. What’s your safe word then?”

  She chews the inside of her cheek as if she’s really thinking about it. My cock is pressed against her stomach and the longer she takes, the more it aches.

  “How about Henry?” she finally blurts out.

  I blink. “Henry?”

  “Yup.”

  “Big cock pun.” I arch a brow, squeezing my fingers into her hip.

  “I was thinking more along the lines of ‘terrifying cock who chases after me,’ but either one works.” She’s smiling and holding back laughter and fuck it’s so goddamn adorable. If she wasn’t standing in front of me completely naked, all wet with perky tits, I’d find all this talking before extremely annoying, but for some reason, it’s not with her.

  “Okay, so we’re good now? You have your safe word, all the expectations are laid out, and my dick is rock hard and going to burst if you don’t let me kiss you soon.”

  A smirk forms on her face as she grinds her body against my cock. “And who said chivalry was dead?”

  I grin. “Probably a romance writer.”

  9

  VADA

  The words all but leave his lips before his mouth is back on mine. I take everything he gives me—his tongue, his hands, his body. I want it all. Even if it’s temporary—a quick fix—I want it. I want him.

  His touch consumes me, taking away my breath all in one motion. He palms my ass cheeks and lifts me up until my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Feeling his erection against my leg, I rock my hips against him until I feel the tip of his cock against my clit. His piercing is giving me all kinds of curious and naughty thoughts.

  “Vada, fuck,” he growls against my ear. “Any time you do that, I want to bend you over and fuck that tight little ass.”

  I swallow, rotating my hips once again. “Would this be the appropriate time to say, Henry?” I joke, knowing that even if I wanted to use our safe word, I wouldn’t unless I truly meant it.

  “Oh, sweetheart,” he drawls, walking us to the bed, “I haven’t even started to make you question your decision to be with me yet. At least wait out the good stuff.” He winks, laying me down once we reach the mattress.

  “I’ve been questioning my decisions since the moment you opened the door.”

  He towers over my body with his hands firmly planted on both sides of me. Leaning down just enough to brush his lips against mine again with my legs still wrapped around his waist, he whispers, “It’s freeing, isn’t it? Once you stop overthinking and analyzing every little thing, you start learning how to have fun again.”

  “I think it’s safe to say I haven’t been thinking straight since I got here,” I admit.

  “So why start now?” He flashes his infamous panty-melting smirk that keeps me hypnotized.

  I roll my eyes playfully, agreeing that being with him would indeed be freeing. Maybe even a little careless.

  “So you’re saying if I have sex with you, I’ll magically get over my writer’s block and finish my manuscript?” I tease, although the thought is intriguing.

  “Baby, you have sex with me, and you won’t be able to type fast enough.” He feathers his kisses down my jawline and neck, landing on my earlobe.

  My hair cascades around me as I laugh at his overconfidence. Although I have zero doubt the man’s performance will be nothing short of amazing, I have to remind myself that this thing between us can only be physical.

  “Sounds like a T-shirt slogan. Have sex with Ethan Rochester and never have writer’s block again! You’d have a line of women around the block.”

  He lifts his head, the corner of his mouth tilts up as if he’s giving it some real thought. “You willing to give me an editorial review? You know, to put on the website and all.”

  “You wouldn’t need a review. Just a picture of your abs and python-sized cock, and they’d be running over each other faster than a sale on Black Friday.”

  “Okay, now you’re just making me sound like a piece of meat. I have feelings, you know.”

  “There’s no feelings in fucking,” I remind him, although I’m the one who needs convincing.

  “Fuck,” he growls, the tip of his cock torturously brushing against my clit again as he roughly palms my breast. “I think that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard a woman say.”

  “Yeah? Well, show me like you mean it then,” I challenge, arching my hips because the way he’s taunting me drives my body insane. His piercing rubs against my pussy again, and I’m two seconds away from flipping him over and riding him like the Raging Bull roller coaster at Six Flags—hard and fast.

  He leans back briefly, reaching into the nightstand near the bed and opens the drawer. At first, I’m confused, but then I see he pulls out a strip of condoms. Jesus, does he buy them in bulk? Or perhaps he should just buy stock in the damn things. He probably already does.

  He tears one off but doesn’t open it. I watch as he kneels down between my legs and without saying another word, grabs my thighs and pushes my knees to my shoulders.

  “Ah!” I yelp, surprised by his quick movements. My ass is hanging off the edge of the bed as he kneels on the floor and presses his mouth directly on my clit.

  The moment his tongue sinks inside me, I feel my body floating. His hands palm my ass cheeks as he devours me like the starved man he is. He moans in pleasure as he licks up and down my slit, bringing me closer to the edge with every calculated movement.

  “Holy fuck, Ethan,” I blurt out, my head falling back as I arch my body and his tongue slides in deeper. My nails dig into the sheets, and I’m clawing at them with every long stroke he gives me. The way he rotates the tip of his tongue has me moaning and screaming, both wanting more and needing the release.

  His mouth takes no prisoners.

  A finger slides inside, and he fucks me as he tastes my arousal. I’m so close, but the moment I’m about to come, he teases me with another finger. I’m ready. I need it so fucking badly, and just as my body tightens, he slips one of his fingers into my tight ass.

  “Oh my God!” I squeal, my nails digging deeper into the mattress.

  It’s so unexpected, and the feeling is so foreign, yet the moment my body relaxes, I know I’ve never come that hard from oral before.

  “Hurts good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” Ethan towers over me, drinking me in as my eyelids flutt
er open.

  It takes me a few moments to catch my breath, and while I do, he kisses my neck, shoulder, and chest. He wraps his lips around my nipple and playfully flicks it before moving onto the other.

  “Now I see I was right about you…” I give him a dreamy look that proves just how completely smitten I am by him. Even before I saw the whole package, I knew there was something about him. Something mysterious.

  “And what’s that, darlin’?” He muses.

  “That you’re a bad boy,” I tell him, at the same time reminding myself, Don’t get attached. Just sex.

  His smile deepens, and I know it’s not because he finds me funny.

  “Baby, I’m not a bad boy.” His tone is steady and honest, and although I want to believe that with every beat of my heart, deep down I know otherwise.

  I pluck my bottom lip between my teeth as I gaze up and study him.

  “Maybe not, but you’re definitely bad for me.”

  Without saying another word, he steps back and sheaths his cock before pressing his tip against my entrance.

  “You still sure then?” he asks, wrapping a hand around my neck, so our mouths are only inches apart.

  Swallowing, I nod. “Yes.”

  He slides into me in one smooth motion before sliding back out. God, he’s so thick. His piercing rubs along my walls and brings an added sensation all together. I kind of like it.

  As he presses our mouths together, he pushes back in, this time rocking his hips back and forth. My legs are tightly holding him against my body as if he’ll get away. I want him. I need him. Everything he’s giving me, anything, I’ll take it.

  “Fuck, you feel so good, Vada,” he whispers, wrapping a fist in my hair and pulling. “Who knew a big-mouthed city girl would have such a tight little cunt?”

  His words are so crass, yet my body gets hotter every time I hear him talk like that. The characters in my books aren’t any better, but I never realized the words sounded as good on paper as they do in real life.

  “You like when I talk like that?” he asks. When I don’t respond, he continues, “I felt you tighten when I talked about your cunt. You liked it, didn’t you?”