One More Bad Boy

by Nora Flite

  Mine.

  She was mine in this moment, mine to claim, consume, and inhale. I’d told her I’d let her pray to me. She could start by screaming my name to the Heavens.

  Grunting, I flexed my hips and nudged my fat cock-head inside of her. As slippery as she was, there was resistance. The pressure of her walls made me delirious.

  My shadow was thrown across her, making her lashes darker, her eyes a different shade. I saw myself in her stare—she was mirroring my hunger. Right then, even if it was for a moment, we were the same. Two people who only wanted release. Two people who could forget their goals... or their broken dreams... and just be.

  “Yes,” I groaned, settling all the way into her cunt. I breathed out loudly, then sucked in fresh air as I drew my hips backwards. “Fuck, yes. That’s amazing. Your pussy is better than I ever imagined.”

  When I said pussy, hers constricted. Her cheeks were glossy from exertion. “More,” she breathed.

  “Careful what you wish for,” I grunted, winding my arms around her upper body. I held her tighter than thick ropes or chains could have ever tried. My second thrust was a battering ram, the third an impact so solid she cried out.

  I fucked her like it was all I was good for. Giving her pleasure my only goal in life. Amina lifted her ass, meeting every single one of my thrusts. Her breath burned my chest; I closed my mouth on hers to taste that heat. Even when we kissed, she still made noise. There was no muffling this woman’s voice. She was a singer, even now.

  Her heels kicked into the muscles of my ass, demanding I drill my cock into her faster. I was happy to oblige, but there was a hot, massive pressure building in my core. It traveled through the root of my cock, expanding, boiling, until my orgasm was nearly on top of me.

  One thing kept me from blowing my load.

  I refused to come before she did.

  “Quit holding back,” I groaned. Gripping her jaw, I stared down into her transfixed expression. “Come for me, sugar. Let me feel this sweet pussy hugging my cock so hard I’ll be sore for weeks. I need you to come, I’m dying for you to come.”

  All the muscles in her jaw worked at once. Amina tossed her head, but I held her steady, forcing her to keep looking at me. She realized she was going to orgasm with me looking her in the eye. There was no escaping this intimate moment. “Bach,” she whined.

  “You didn’t want to hide,” I reminded her, my cock swelling as I drove inside her melting cunt. “This is as exposed as it gets. Come, baby doll. Come for me, now.”

  “Ah!” she squealed, her legs crushing into my middle. Her whole chest glowed crimson; I saw how her bottom lip trembled, how she grimaced in a way people might call ugly, but I would argue it was beyond beautiful. Her orgasm made her body thrum. It thrilled me with maddening power to think my command pushed her over the edge. There was no question it pushed me into coming, that’s for damn sure.

  Breaking our eye-lock, I growled as my ass-muscles flexed. My weight pushed her into the blankets, she was still coming as the icy-hot tingles chased through my blood. My climax left me deaf; I think I shouted, but I couldn't be certain.

  Panting, I hung my head as the last of the aftershocks passed. Amina’s pussy occasionally throbbed, reminding me of how delicious her orgasm was. I want more of this, I thought. More of her. What a dangerous thing to desire. It went against the promise I’d made to Violet. And to myself.

  “Bach?”

  Blinking, I braced my hands on the pillows, rising up enough to look down on her. “Yeah?”

  Her smile was coy. “Can I use your bathroom?”

  “Oh. Sure.” I winced as I withdrew my shaft from inside of her. Amina made a face, too, but it was pink with lingering pleasure. My cock twitched, ready for round two. She didn’t spare me a look as she rushed into my master bath.

  I took the chance to toss the used condom into the trash by my bed. It landed in the bottom, looking depressingly isolated in the otherwise empty can. Frowning, I threw some tissues on top to hide it. It bothered me, and I didn’t like that it bothered me, because I didn’t fucking know why.

  Because you’re selfish scum that broke your word.

  Palming my forehead, I dropped heavily onto my bed. No, that’s not it. Not entirely. As bad as I was supposed to feel for disappointing my VP, something else was bothering me. I ran back the whole encounter. The memory of it was fresh. My cock weighed heavily on my inner thigh, pulsing eagerly at the thought of Amina’s soft moans.

  I ignored my lust so I could focus.

  Something had happened with Amina. She’d acted strange when I pointed out she loved my dirty talk. I’d been sure she had—her body screamed in delight with each filthy word. Then there was that whole bit where she’d argued against me eating her out. I'd been sure she'd like that, too. Had I read her wrong?

  “Your bathtub is amazing,” she said as she re-entered. “It looks like it could fit a whole car inside of it.” She was fully naked, her smile bright and cheery. The doorway framed her curves, as if she were some classic oil painting to be admired in a museum for all of history.

  I turned on the bed to face her. Her attention jumped down to my arching, proud erection. “What’s with you and fitting things into other things?” I teased.

  Amina was slow to respond. “Oh, uh, that’s...” As she headed towards me, her eyes were still on my dick. She didn’t see my shoes on the floor where I’d kicked them off.

  “Careful!” I cried out.

  “Oh!” She tumbled forward, and if she hadn’t been walking to the bed, I don’t think I could have caught her. Luck and skill combined in a perfect mixture. I jumped towards her, catching her firmly as she tripped. Amina’s legs went out from under her, but her weight was easy to balance... welcoming and warm.

  And naked, I reminded myself.

  She blinked up at me. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I just...” instead of finishing, she started to laugh. It shook her body, traveling into mine until I was laughing, too. There were sparkles in her gray irises, her smile so big I could count her teeth. “You can set me down now, Mister Hero,” she whispered.

  My thumb traced her jaw. “No. I don’t think I can.”

  Our kiss was softer than a voice in the dark. Warmer than the perfect cup of coffee first thing in the morning. It was everything I needed.

  I only hoped she needed it, too.

  - Chapter Fifteen -

  Amina

  There was a beehive near my ear.

  “Ah!” I gasped, gazing around, disoriented. My cheek was resting on something silky—I sat up, remembering I was in Bach’s bed. The buzzing continued in the blankets. Reaching under the dark cloth, I pulled out a sleek phone. The screen blinked with messages, and though I’d never spy on someone intentionally, I couldn’t unsee what was in front of me.

  Becky K: Hey, you awake?

  Dee Bell: You looked so hot last night!

  Sandy Cadilia: Call me ASAP!

  Becky K: Chat me later, babe.

  Becky K: <3 <3

  My stomach rolled in on itself. Fuck. Who are all these people? They were distinctly feminine names. Are they women that Bach has... I could barely finish my thought. But right then, sitting naked in Bach’s bed, I felt very, very stupid.

  This was a bad idea. Of course it was. Sleeping with the guy who oversaw your future never ended well. Plus, Korine would smack me for breaking my word. Bach was a bad boy through and through, and I’d happily jumped on his dick last night.

  Groaning, I dropped his phone, then buried my face in the pillows. Why am I so weak? I’d been set on resisting that man. I’d lasted a whole, what, two days before doing the nasty with him? Speaking of which... I tossed the pillows aside to confirm I was alone in the room.

  Where had Bach gone? This is his house, I’ll have to face him eventually. Scrambling around, I found my dress and under-garments, then tip-toed towards my bedroom. Could you do a walk of shame in your own residence?

  One long, extra-hot shower later, an
d I was feeling nearly human. Leaving the bathroom, I halted a few feet from my bed. I'd tossed the glittery purple dress there when I'd entered. It looked too much like the discarded husk of a giant bug, all wrinkled with the hollow inside exposed.

  I'd worn it last night and felt powerful. Beautiful. None of that same strength entered me as I hung the dress in my closet, hiding it away. It was a painful reminder of my hook-up with Bach. Focus on moving forward. Grabbing some blue jeans and a red shirt, I fluffed my short hair until it was semi-dry.

  I might have lingered in my bedroom all day if my stomach didn't rumble.

  Wandering around downstairs, I crossed through the bright and sunny kitchen. The clock on the microwave blinked nine o'clock. Someone had left a jug of orange juice on the counter next to some flaky pastries.

  Snatching one, I nibbled it as I paced the room. Where was Bach? Or Violet? I needed someone to tell me what to do next—they'd been the ones planning my entire schedule since I'd arrived.

  Licking blueberry jam off my thumb, I glanced around at where the hallway extended beyond the kitchen. Curious to explore, and too anxious to sit still, I walked softly as I could in my black converse sneakers.

  The tile morphed into thick, white carpet as I moved along. Then the room widened on all sides, becoming a rounded space with some painted glass windows and a small bar with three stools on one side. The wall behind the gray bar-top was made up entirely of glass; sapphire blue water sparkled behind it.

  An aquarium without fish? Baffled, I walked behind the bar. There were two thin speakers, an array of drink glasses, and a small fridge. Cracking it open, I saw rows of beer bottles next to cans of soda.

  Will anyone care if I have a drink? Money dripped from every crevice of this place. A single can of soda wouldn't harm their bottom dollar. Taking the can, I sat on a stool, spinning lazily as I sipped. There were more speakers along the curve of the ceiling. This had to be some kind of party space.

  Twisting, I came around to face the pane of glass again. Something dark moved in the water. I leaned over the bar, focusing with interest. Maybe there were fish in this aquarium after all.

  The object came closer. I spit out some of my drink. I didn't see fish, I saw a person. They were long, lean. The sun-dappled water highlighting the ink that traversed their limbs.

  Bach.

  He was swimming with long, perfect strokes. I'd thought he was graceful when he walked, but the man was a dancer in the water. Watching him, I forgot to breathe. I had to force my lungs to work, the rest of me involved in eating up this half-naked god.

  Whoa, whoa, whoa. I warned myself to relax. This was getting to be too much. A god? Come on, that was going over the top. He was in amazing shape, and sure, his eyes were a deeper green than wild pine trees could hope to be...

  But he was human,

  like me.

  However, sitting there and watching him exist, I didn't feel like we were the same. Bach spun, suddenly looking at me through the glass. I studied his curious face. He winked, bubbles rising as he kicked out of view. Pushing my knees together, I shivered—then instantly scolded myself. Don't you DARE desire a round two in his bed!

  I'd seen the texts on his phone. I knew this guy's game.

  I was done playing it.

  - Chapter Sixteen -

  Bach

  I had to talk to Amina.

  That was my sole, all-consuming thought as I surfaced in the pool. But as I swam to the ladder, I noticed someone was here, waiting and ready to slow me down. “Violet,” I said, climbing out of the pool. “I’m guessing you’re here to find out the names of everyone who contacted me last night because of our new star. It’ll take me a bit to send you the list, but what a problem to have, huh?”

  She was standing by the towels. I held out my hand, but she didn't pass one to me.

  “What the hell were you thinking?” she asked.

  I screwed up my face. “About?”

  “You swore you'd put this company first, Bach!”

  Ah, shit. “Violet, let me explain.”

  Her eyes shot to the ceiling, as if looking at me was too difficult. “I knew I shouldn't have let you go off alone with her. You're so predictable! Two days, Bach! That was all you managed before you went and fucked her!”

  Heat slid into my guts, then through my muscles. I clenched a fist; water dribbled from it to the floor. “Listen.”

  “You're going to tell me that this won't mess up our plans, hmm? Does she think she'll get special treatment because your dick was in her? Or does she know your go-to method is to pump and dump the girls you—”

  “Violet!” I roared, burying my fingers in my own hair. “Jesus, fuck! Listen to me for one second! Amina isn't like the other times because... because she just isn't.” My voice became soft and serious. “This isn't what you think.”

  “Then what was it?”

  I hesitated, not sure I could put my thoughts into words. “I promise this won't interfere with our plans. I can separate business from pleasure.”

  Violet crossed her arms tight over her chest. I waited for her to argue, because it's what she would normally do. Instead, she ripped a towel from the rack and threw it at me. “Keep your promise this time. Okay?”

  It was a relief to smile again. “Okay.”

  “Sleeping with your starlet is not a good look,” she reminded me. “We need new blood at this company, and if they think they're expected to screw you...”

  “They'll be even more eager to sign?”

  She rolled her eyes. “The other side of the coin is bad, too. They'll see you giving Amina special attention and think that’s why, all while they feel ignored. Your father would never do this. You know that.”

  Grimacing, I finished drying off and headed for the door. “We've been over this enough times, Violet. I'm not my father.”

  She followed me to my room but didn't come inside. “Did you see it yet?”

  I opened my closet and fished out a white tee shirt. “What?”

  “The video from the gala. LA Local did a news spot on it this morning.” Her smile was sly. “Watch it when you get a moment. Before that, do some actual work and text me those contacts. I'll reach out to all of them and see if they've got any offers worth entertaining.”

  I nodded briskly. Her footsteps faded down the hall. I shut the door, dropping onto my king-sized bed. My heavy head fit perfectly in my hands. Last night wasn't a mistake. It didn't matter how many different ways Violet said it. I knew in my gut that what I'd done with Amina was special.

  I'd felt it.

  I was sure she had, too.

  ****

  She was sitting in the kitchen when I found her. The red bar stool matched her shirt, and she'd crossed her legs so that one shoe was waving in the air. It moved to a rhythm I couldn't hear; one that was entirely in her head. Her soft lips idly nibbled a pastry in her fingertips.

  Sun filtered through the windows. It highlighted the curve of her breasts, drawing my eye hungrily. My cock twitched as it remembered what we'd done in my bed. My mouth watered at the idea of tasting her pretty nipples while she tried to focus on eating breakfast.

  “There you are,” I growled, advancing on her. “How'd you like my little swim-show?”

  Her attention flew to me. In the depths of her dilated eyes I glimpsed her desire. It made my blood boil. I was right, and Violet was wrong.

  “Bach, wait.” She turned away from me.

  That simple rejection cut my heart in half. I pulled up short, my hand resting on the back of her bar stool. “What's wrong?”

  She set the pastry on the counter then drummed her fingers on her knees. Finally, she pulled in a huge breath. “We can't sleep together and also work together.”

  “Why?” I laughed like my heart wasn't freezing over. “We just have to make sure we don't fuck while you're performing... or recording a song in the booth.” I trailed my fingers up her arm, shivering as she began to breathe quicker. “Though,” I said,
lowering my voice, “I wonder how amazing a song like that would sound. You, trying so hard to make lyrics while my cock drives into you deeper... and deeper... until—”

  “Stop.” The word came out sharp. Amina brushed my hand away, looking me in the eye. “We can't hook-up again.”

  “What do you think is going to happen?”

  Her fists formed on top of her thighs. “Please, listen to my request. I want to make music with you. That's all I want.”

  Liar. I itched to accuse her out loud. I was shaking with desperation to get her to admit she wanted more from me than a music contract. My hand fell from her chair. “You expect me to just turn off everything I'm feeling for you, just like that?” When I snapped my fingers, she winced.

  “What do you mean everything you feel? Bach, we hooked up.”

  “It was more than that,” I said with a scowl. “You know it, too. Even if you're trying to convince yourself otherwise.” She squirmed but didn't interrupt me. “Here's the deal. I won't force you to do anything with me. If you never give me a passing glance, it won't affect your music career. But if you expect me to stop lusting for you... to stop trying to lure you back into my bed so I can make you writhe, and squeal, and moan... you're insane.”

  Amina gawked at me. I didn't break eye contact. She needed to know how serious I was. Because I meant it—I wasn't going to quit pursuing her. Not for a second.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket, ending the moment. Cursing, I lifted it in front of me. “Violet already left?”

  “Yeah, she power walked by me ten minutes ago.”

  “Farrah needs me to get to the office. But Violet also wants me to relay a message to you about the schedule. I hate playing middleman.”

  “Sorry,” she said with a sheepish smile. “I still don't have a phone.”

  Violet was texting me again. Message after message about potential new talent, agent meetings, and positive buzz from the gala. It was overwhelming. How was I supposed to do all this, and play babysitter with Amina?

  You can't, I realized with a start. And you don't have to. “Come with me,” I said.