Never Kiss a Bad Boy

by Flite, Nora

  “First?” he asked, forehead crinkling. “What, like, alone with her?”

  Circling my waist, Jacob guided me to one of his long, plush couches. “You can stay,” he said to his friend, though he looked at me when his lips moved. “But you've already had her to yourself. Let me have a taste before we both jump in.”

  Kite's sigh was dejected, almost dramatic. “Fine. I'll wait.” Peeling his jacket off, he piled it by his shoes and started on his vest. I didn't see what he did after that, Jacob filled my vision.

  I didn't remember sitting, but suddenly, I was looking up at him from the couch. Like Kite, he began to undress.

  I had a perfect view, my eyes level with his waist. Jacob's jacket was folded, his fingers working the buttons on his wrists. I stared openly, caught up in his every precise movement.

  He began popping the snaps down the front of his dress shirt. Each inch of skin that he revealed made my heart beat faster. He might as well have been running those fingertips over my flesh with how excited I was getting.

  “Like what you see?” he asked, his smile lifting on one corner.

  I could feel the heat in my cheeks, but I nodded. “I already know how amazing you look.” I'd seen him in a towel, after all.

  Jacob chuckled, parting his shirt and displaying the rock hard abs and carved indents along his lower stomach. He had the fucking 'V' that men in fitness magazines used photo editing to achieve. Jacob was stunning.

  When he turned away to toss his shirt, I glimpsed his muscled back. I hadn't seen it before, and I didn't realize until that moment. Surely, if I had, I would have noticed the massive dragon tattoo across his flesh.

  He had ink like Kite, only his had been kept secret from me.

  Lowering himself, Jacob flooded my nose with his minty smell. He brushed his lips over mine, made them buzz. “I want to take my time,” he hushed. “I want to explore every inch of you.”

  “That might take awhile,” I whispered, lashes fluttering.

  I could feel his smile on my neck. “I'm very patient.”

  “I'm not,” Kite said bluntly. He must have been standing nearby, and the idea had me feeling incredibly self-conscious.

  Jacob tensed, but he didn't respond. Reaching for my zipper, he cut the air with the sound of it grinding down. He stood between my legs, huddled over me on the couch. I didn't realize how much I'd been sweating from anxiety until the clothing peeled back.

  I needed to sit in a freezer. I was boiling, perspiration collecting like dew between my breasts.

  Jacob knelt on the floor. Now he had the best view. Reaching out, he ran a finger lightly around one firm nipple. He didn't touch it, not directly. The fire that burned between my thighs grew, cruelly letting me know how angry my pussy was; it still hadn't come.

  Jacob breathed out, heavy and sharp. “Perfect. You're genuinely perfect, Marina.”

  My insides danced. I wanted to tell him to stop complimenting me, but he was too busy stealing my ability to make coherent sentences.

  Two hands toyed with my chest, always keeping away from my tingling nipples. He'd go close, then dance away, until I began arching up to try and reach him.

  His laugh was soft, tinged in shadow. I saw it in his eyes, the soft blue now penetrating like arctic ice. Jacob was loving how I squirmed.

  I thought about what he'd said to me, how people had many sides. Was Jacob so multifaceted? Right then, he was keen to show me one specific part of him. I didn't get a choice. I couldn't ask him to turn it off, or to switch it off.

  Jacob was in control of my mind and my body, and he'd known it since he'd gotten his hands on me.

  He pulled the dress lower, yanking it down my legs. His attention went from my breasts, to my stomach, to my useless panties. The white material was close to see-through from my wetness. I couldn't blush any harder.

  “He really did get you close,” Jacob said. He cupped the grooves just inside my thighs, outlining my cunt but doing nothing else. “Poor thing. Would you like to come, Marina?” I nodded vigorously, and Jacob brushed his thumb over my clit. “Then say it. I want to hear your pretty voice so I can remember these words forever.”

  There was a cavern in my stomach. It was filled with all the awful, frightening things that haunted me. When Jacob spoke, he added a new splash of inky blackness.

  I wondered if he wanted to hear me speak because he knew that, all too soon, I would no longer be around to do it for him. I pictured him treasuring the memory long after I was cold and dead.

  It was a terrible vision.

  When he rubbed my swollen clit again, I forgot it entirely.

  “I need to come,” I panted, eyeing him in disbelief. “I need it, and you're a fucking bastard for making me say it.”

  Kite's voice called out, low and hoarse. “Yeah. He really is.” Even if he agreed, it sounded like he'd gotten excited from hearing me—seeing me—swept up in my own arousal.

  Grinning slyly, Jacob pulled my panties down. Strings of my juice followed.

  He stood, moving in to kiss me. I had a second where I got to see the obvious, and delicious, shape of his massive hard-on. He could taunt me all he wanted, but Jacob was just as turned on as I was.

  His lips weren't tender. He was ravenous, nipping worse than Kite ever had. This was like our first kiss—that time here, just feet away in his kitchen. He'd made me bleed that morning, trying to tell me I wasn't a ghost. That I wasn't invincible.

  He'd messed me up.

  Did he understand that?

  He'd given me this new intuition that I would have something to lose. Something new.

  Something enticing and unexpected.

  These men wouldn't mourn my death. So I shouldn't, either.

  Revenge.

  I had to remember that my purpose was revenge. That was the only thing worth fighting for.

  Not Jacob... Not Kite.

  Why fight for things you couldn't have?

  “You smell amazing,” Jacob said, burying his nose in my thighs. He pushed my cryptic thoughts away, massaging his fingers over my wet folds. I was dripping, desperate for something to finally fill me.

  “Why are you still torturing me?” I sobbed. His hand was making slow circles over my clit's hood, they took me to the electric cliff of orgasm.

  “Because I love seeing you like this.” With his free hand, he touched the necklace I wore. He examined every gem, traced the hard metal and my soft skin beneath. “Because you're gorgeous, and I want to spend as much time as I can filling my eyes with you. You looked so elegant tonight. Every man in there wanted you.”

  All I'd wanted was to find the monster from my past. Funny, I'd actually started to forget about him. That was the whole point in going to the event. Why hadn't he been there? It was hard to think of Jacob being wrong about anything.

  A belt buckle jingled.

  My heart stopped, eyes rolling down to watch him sliding his zipper away. The top of his briefs were a rich, dark grey. The brand name was distorted, his cock stretching out the elastic.

  If I was more clear headed, I would have tried to make a joke about hidden weapons. But I wasn't, not right then. Not with Jacob's fingers spreading the lips of my pussy. And not with him staring me in the eye as he ran his own hand along the outside of his erection.

  I couldn't have spelled my own name, if someone had asked.

  A hand—a third hand—came down on my scalp. “Okay, I'm done standing around doing nothing,” Kite said. I hadn't seen him move, but he stood at the side of the couch, already stripped down to his boxers. He'd left his shirt on, but it hung open and framed his broad chest. I ached to lick his stomach and never stop.

  Jacob hesitated, then nodded. Their attention went to me, an unspoken question on their tongues. I knew what they were pondering, because I had the same worry. Was I going to make it through this?

  Unbidden, the words exploded from me. “I—I'm a little scared.”

  “Scared?” Kite chuckled, cupping the nape of my
neck. It forced me to look up at him, which was fine, because I'd be gawking at his body otherwise. “Brave Marina Fidel, the girl who makes deals with hitmen and says she doesn't fear death. This is what scares you?”

  Swallowing loudly, I willed myself not to flinch. Especially with how Jacob kept toying with my sensitive clit. “I've never done anything like this.”

  Kite winked. “Most people haven't. We're one of a kind.” His lips closed in, dancing across my mouth.

  Hands pulled at me; Jacob was adjusting my position.

  The fat, warm head of his cock traced the outside of my pussy. I couldn't break away from Kite, so I didn't see it happen, I only felt it.

  Moaning around the tongue of one man, I whimpered as another spread me with his shaft.

  This was happening. This was really fucking happening.

  Foil crinkled, cutting the air; Jacob had slid a condom out of his fallen pants.

  My hair stood on end, my chest fighting to contain my lungs. Jacob wedged his length into me, my walls straining over him. He hadn't even gotten all the way inside before the tingles of my long awaited orgasm began to rise.

  I needed to come, I'd been brought close so many times tonight.

  Was I going to climax before he'd finished a full stroke?

  Kite reached across, tugging gently at my nipples. His kiss was a riptide; I couldn't escape, the pull dragging me down. Unable to handle the waves of heat, my mind dividing between the attention of them both, I shut my eyes.

  It would have been easier to stare into the sun.

  Gripping my hips, Jacob hissed as he sank into me completely. He started withdrawing, my pussy hugging, scrambling to keep him inside. Reaching out, I grabbed for him, but Kite snatched my wrists and held me. “I have a better use for your hands,” he whispered.

  A groan crawled up my throat, vanishing away. I opened my eyes, finding Kite had slipped his boxers down. His cock arched proudly into the air, the tip glistening. The scent of it—of him—made me dizzy.

  Kite stared me in the eye, curling my fingers around his base. His swollen shaft was hot to the touch.

  I knew what he wanted from me.

  My tongue rolled up his cock, tasting his salt and sin. There was a tingle in my lips that matched the lightning in my belly. My eyes fluttered as I suckled the ridge of his cock-head.

  “Fuck,” Kite grunted, pulling me closer. Shoving past my mouth, he hit the back of my throat. I shuddered, my nose tickled by his curls of hair. “That's something else.”

  I felt his heartbeat through his cock, felt it speeding up with each movement I made.

  Jacob hooked his arms under my knees. “I need more of you, Marina. More and more and... dammit.”

  I wanted to see the face of this calm, calculating man when he finally lost control. Jacob's leash had snapped, leaving behind an animal that wanted to do nothing more than stuff me with his heavy cock.

  He bent close, voice a hot threat in my ear. “I can feel how close you are. When you come, I'm going to be buried to the hilt. I'm going to relish how you scream and thrash on my cock. How does that sound?”

  I couldn't speak, not with Kite in my mouth. It was a relief, I was terrified of what awful thing I'd babble. I didn't like him asking me questions, the answers were too fluid, too shocking.

  My pussy rippled, a stab of delight that spoke volumes.

  “You do love it. That's good, Marina. I want you to love it,” Jacob chuckled, teeth nipping my ear. “Because I love it, too. I don't want to stop. I think... once I feel you come... I won't be able to let you go.”

  The ringing in my skull left me stunned.

  Jacob slammed into me faster. The sound of it echoed, the motion making me rock around so that Kite's fingers in my hair were all that held me on him. The cock in my throat flexed; Kite was close to finishing, but I was quicker.

  The first claws of the orgasm that had been held back for too long slid through me and ate up my sanity. I saw nothing, and all I could feel was the burst of pleasure—it teetered close to pain.

  I'd never come so hard, it was... violent. Were my eyes open, or shut? I just saw color, flashes that told me nothing. My brain was struggling to handle the rush of sensation. Every cell in me vibrated.

  Around the thick shaft in my mouth, I moaned and sobbed. Kite broke past my gag reflex, warm seed filling my belly. He tasted like nothing I'd ever experienced. Did 'shameless' have a flavor?

  As the flutters of orgasm became aftershocks, and Jacob kept stroking into my slippery thighs, I realized he wasn't done. I'd sworn he'd been close, that he'd been losing control. But now, as Kite pulled away and wiped himself off, mumbling something to himself, Jacob was... refreshed.

  He looked down at me, allowing me to gaze into the tender blue eyes that hid every terrible thing he'd ever done, and had yet to do.

  “Did you think I was finished? I told you,” he said, “I felt you come, and now I need more of that. More of you, Marina. And by the color of your cheeks and the way your cute pussy is twitching, you want more of this, too.”

  Something in my stare gave me away. He'd spotted it because Jacob was a master at observation. But once, he'd told me I was perceptive, too. Over the brain melting sensations, I recognized the new look on his face.

  It was the moment that he understood our dynamics were permanently changed.

  This part of me they'd exposed, it was one I never knew I had.

  My own hidden facet.

  “She's insatiable,” Kite said, pumping himself in his fist. Like he was one to talk.

  Studying me, how my breasts heaved with my sharp intakes of oxygen, the hitman slowed his strokes. My flinch was humiliating, though his smirk just turned my fire up even higher. Fuck, he was sexy.

  Jacob said, “This might be dangerous.”

  Dangerous? There was danger in this room, but it was from them, not me.

  I had a sinking feeling that I'd gone and given them something powerful. A secret weapon to use against me.

  This man—both of them—they were breaking me down. They'd seen me at my most vulnerable. How had it come to this?

  Kite and Jacob shared a look. “Another time,” Jacob stated, and the other man nodded.

  The fear in my belly had become a tangle of thorns. What the hell had they just decided?

  They had something planned for me, was it different than my suspicion that they'd kill me one day?

  Why couldn't Kite have just lied to me, that time in my kitchen? I wondered sadly. I should have pushed harder, made him promise he wouldn't ever kill me. His inability to do so was a cold slap of reality.

  Abruptly, Jacob lifted me, putting my heels on his shoulders. I was shoved deep into the couch, sinking physically and mentally as he began pumping his thickness back into my desperate cunt.

  And I did want more—needed more.

  Again and again, the dark-haired man slid inside. He had me bent double, his lips on my neck, nostrils flaring as he inhaled me. “Again,” he growled, crushing his hands on my forearms. “Come for me again. I want to feel you trembling for me.”

  This man who could easily murder me, he chose to ruin me in another way. Jacob left me in pieces, demanding another orgasm, and my body obeyed.

  The hot, squeezing ripples took hold. My thighs shook, the climax coming so fast I couldn't prepare. Squealing, my pussy thrummed on him, his cock expanding with his lust.

  “Good,” he said softly. Behind his tongue, I heard him struggling. His length throbbed in me, warning us both that he was close to coming.

  He stopped moving, shocking me and eliciting a pathetic whine. Thumbing my lower lip, he asked, “You'll come for me again, right?”

  The words were torn from me. “Yes! Yes, please—I'll come!”

  “Not just now,” he whispered darkly. “Anytime I want you to... I'm going to make you. And you're going to let me.”

  He taunted me, rubbing his shining length over my inner thigh.

  Unable to argue, I ar
ched on the couch and moaned. “Just fuck me, Jacob! I... whatever you want, just fuck me!”

  My emptiness, a yawning ache, was brief. Kissing me roughly, he buried himself back inside with new vigor. His fingers slid down, massaging my ass, digging into the soft flesh.

  “Every part of you is built for this,” he hissed through his teeth.

  I held onto his shoulders and luxuriated in the feel of his muscles. Everything about these two men drove me mad. They kept telling me I was perfect and beautiful, but they were the gorgeous ones.

  “You're hogging her,” Kite grumbled.

  Jacob spoke to me, quiet and smokey. “Hear that? Kite wants more of you. Will you be able to handle him, after I'm through?”

  For the first time in forever, I found my voice. “Yes, I can take it.”

  It was a bold claim, but I was on the tipping point of cresting into orgasm again. I felt like I could handle anything.

  Jacob bit my shoulder—the one Kite hadn't, the other day—and pumped his cock rapidly. He pushed deep, stirring me up. He'd figured my body out so fast. “You're going to milk my cock when you come again,” he said with a smirk. “Understand?”

  My answer was a raspy moan, hips bucking as I lost it. This orgasm was softer than the others, my body saying it was losing strength. I felt the foggy smear of a blackout coming, and barely clung on.

  Jacob growled, his body shaking as he hugged me into his firm chest. He trapped me there, his shaft flexing and pulsating in my cunt. Our cells pressed together, and for a moment, our existences merged.

  We weren't broken people with ulterior motives.

  We weren't out to use each other.

  Jacob and I melted together, singing with our lust—singing together. My ears wormed with that song for a long while after.

  The condom filled with his warmth as he spilled inside of me. I felt a brief flicker of disappointment, an irrational desire to feel his come in my core.

  Sliding out, he backed away and looked down on me. I was slick from head to toe, sweat and juice.

  Then he was replaced by Kite.

  Tattooed knuckles guided a new, latex covered cock to my lower lips. “Hi,” he said, winking. “Long time no see.”