Prime: A Bad Boy Romance

by Stephanie Brother

  I don’t get time to respond, before Landon takes his hands away from me and stands back up. I don’t even get one last cheeky squeeze of my inner thigh. I guess I deserve that.

  “You’re done.”

  “Are you sure I’m completely covered?”

  My pussy is fizzing, and I would love him to put his hands back on me. He’s hard, but I don’t want to point it out in case it gives him the wrong idea. The thing is, I’d love to have him fuck me right now. I’d love to have him put that enormous cock anywhere in my body. I’m not going to ask, and he knows I’m not either, which is why he’s not doing anything about it. It’s why he’s stopped mid massage, my pussy wet and his dick equally throbbing. It’s stalemate. It’s about who wants it the most and who can resist the longest. It’s sexual tension city and Landon and I are two runaway trains on course to crash at the main train station. It’s brilliant and awful all in one go, and I’m loving every minute of it.

  “Oh, you’re covered alright. I made sure of that. The sun is just going to rebound off you.”

  Well played, Landon. I have to admire him for that. Not only for showing resistance but for being intelligent enough to play the game. He’s just upped the stakes, and made me want him even more, which makes what happens from now on, even more dangerous.

  I side eye him as he removes his T-shirt, secretly hoping he’s going to remove his board shorts too, which he doesn’t, of course.

  “Going so soon?”

  “I’ll be close by. You can entertain yourself with the view, I’ve heard it’s absolutely stunning.”

  I hold up the bottle of sunscreen, my last trump card.

  “You don’t want me to return the favor?”

  Landon smiles. “I don’t burn so easily. Maybe you can just give me the massage part when I’m done.”

  Not only has he left me throbbing, he’s also stuck the ball firmly back into my court. Ass-hole. I watch him toss a bunch of footballs down to the end of the garden, each one to a different spot, before he jogs after each one and repeats the action by throwing them back towards me.

  Even though I’m supposed to be letting the sun get to my back, I find I can’t take my eyes off him, or his balls actually, especially when they are coming towards me so quickly I think I’m going to have to dodge out of the way, before each and every one, every single time, thuds against the foot of the decking so accurately he couldn’t do better with a programmed machine.

  I watch him do this about half a dozen times, his bronzed skin sparkling in the sunshine and sweat building up across his forehead, his muscles tensing across his whole body and mine tensing so much too, I feel like I’m going to explode with excitement.

  I already know he’s an incredible athlete, I mean I’ve seen him perform so many times it’s almost embarrassing, but seeing it so close up, really brings it home. I could watch this all day and not get bored of it, especially if it was always a private performance.

  I know what this is. I know he’s doing this to get me excited, and although I don’t want to admit it, it’s totally working. Landon always looks hot, but right now, he looks absolutely unstoppable. I want that smoking hot strip of man flesh to show me what he can really do with his balls, and I want it now. I can’t resist any longer. He’s done it, he’s beaten me. He’s won.

  My mouth is open to shout to him, the words are halfway out and I’m so overwhelmed by what I know I need to do before I lose my moment of courage, that I must misinterprete the sound, or just not hear it at all.

  “There you both are.”

  Landon freezes, while I turn so suddenly to see what I hope isn’t there, I tip the sunlounger and splutter spectacularly onto the decking. Marvin has just about enough time to duck, before the football whizzes past him and crashes through the french windows.

  My heart drops. I know Landon’s will have done too. This is bullshit. Marvin is supposed to be ill, but he doesn’t look it. He looks normal, better than normal in fact. They are supposed to be in hospital in New York, not here, fucking up my moment. How the hell did they get here anyway?

  “Fuck.”

  Mom frowns at me.

  “Tilly, language.”

  There is a moment of absolute silence, before Marvin gathers himself enough to speak.

  “I guess you weren’t expecting us.”

  Landon

  I knew it. I knew we’d run out of time, or miss our opportunity or whatever. Tilly’s eyeballing me so obviously across the room I’m surprised Rachel and Dad don’t pick up on it. She was about to fold as well, even though I know she’ll never admit it, one hundred percent she was about to beg me for it.

  I guess in some way we got lucky. If Dad had rocked up even fifteen minutes later, he would have caught us at it, because there is no doubt in my mind that Tilly would have been launching herself at me as soon as I dropped my sweaty body into that jacuzzi. She was wet as soon as I started rubbing sunscreen on her tender skin.

  “Well?”

  Dad looks like a completely different person. Whatever they did to him has clearly worked, perhaps a little bit too well.

  “A bug.”

  “A bug? What kind of bug?”

  “Just a bug. They didn’t really know much more than that, other than it wasn’t serious.”

  “Serious? You looked half dead when they loaded you up onto the ambulance.”

  “I know, right? I was in bad shape, that’s for sure. Thank you for organizing that by the way.”

  Tilly looks just as pissed off as I do. I doubt this is the welcome back party they were expecting us to give them, even though they don’t seem to be picking up on it.

  “And that’s it. One minute you’re puking your guts up all over the place, the next you’re better than normal?”

  “Well, no, not exactly. They gave me some drugs, which worked, and then after an hour or so I felt so much better there didn’t seem any point in staying.”

  “We tried to call but couldn’t get through, obviously.”

  My eyes go to Rachel momentarily. She looks tired and can’t have slept much more than I have.

  “And the ambulance brought us back here.”

  “The private ambulance brought you back here?”

  “He said it would be covered in the insurance. I knew you wouldn’t mind. So here we are.”

  “Why didn’t you just stay in the hospital? You were pretty bad after all, and the last thing you want is it happening again.”

  Good question, Tilly.

  “Marvin doesn’t like hospitals. Besides which, once we knew it wasn’t something fatal, we figured there was no better place than here, with you guys.”

  “Right. At least an hour from the nearest decent hospital, just in case it happens again. Makes perfect sense.”

  Tilly nods enthusiastically.

  “We would have been alright without you. Landon was even going to cook.”

  “I can see.”

  Rachel indicates the smashed window, which has been hastily fixed in the interim with cardboard and tape.

  “I thought you were supposed to be good at throwing a ball.”

  “I got distracted.”

  “And clothes all over the place, Tilly? It’s a good job we came back.”

  It’s a good job you didn’t come back fifteen minutes later and you really would have seen clothes all over the place.

  “So, a bug?”

  “That’s what they said.”

  “How did you get it?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Is it contagious?”

  “If it was contagious, we’d all already have it. It was a twenty four hour thing, clearly. You can see your Dad’s much better than he was last night.”

  “It’s not even a twenty four hour thing. Twenty four hour things take twenty four hours.”

  “I’m still not a hundred percent, but I’m definitely on the way there. They’ve given me some medication to take for a couple of days, and told me I have to take it easy
.”

  “Which means no long walks out in the sun.”

  Tilly and I look at each other in horror.

  “Three days inside is going to kill you, Marvin. Especially with all this nature surrounding us.”

  Rachel decides to respond to that conundrum herself.

  “We don’t want a repeat of what happened last night.”

  “Maybe it wasn’t as serious as you made out.”

  “I thought he was going to die.”

  “Rachel, please. Can we just move on. I was a little unwell, but thankfully it’s nothing serious. Thanks to Landon I’m back here in much less time than I thought I would be. Imagine if we’d stayed in that first hospital. I’d still be waiting for them to do some tests on me. As soon as they got me in the ambulance I was already feeling better.”

  If I hadn’t arranged that, Tilly and I would be fucking right now. In the jacuzzi, afterwards on the decking, on the sofa I’m sat on. We could have had the whole afternoon, all night and perhaps some of the following day enjoying a bit of alone time. Instead, we have to cope with the fug of sexual tension in a house so tiny we can’t even think without being heard. Even if she agrees to it, which she is even less likely to now, how are we going to fuck each other without being found out?

  This also might be completely different when the vacation is over and we each go back to our separate lives. I mean, she lives with her Mom still. She’s even at University still, in a whole different state. If too much time passes, she might even begin to regret it.

  “So, what have you two been up to?”

  Tilly and I look at each other. She fumbles an answer and I do too. Eventually we talk over each other while Marvin’s eyes go from me to his stepdaughter. The result is a classic confusion of information which results in the initial telling of two stories that mould essentially into one with largely conflicting criteria.

  In the end, I woke Tilly up and she was already awake when I came in. We sat for a while chatting in the living room, although neither of us can really remember what about. After that I slept in my bed, while Tilly showered and read and eventually we both found ourselves out on the decking at some point in the afternoon. We certainly did not fuck. Tilly did not have a multiple orgasm, or indeed, the best sex of her life, I did not have an orgasm that far exceeded any other I’ve ever experienced and we didn’t, subsequently, flirt outrageously with each other afterwards, pretending we didn’t want to do it again.

  Rachel doesn’t seem entirely convinced by the story, and i’m not surprised, but she doesn’t have a good reason to believe we are lying, so she just nods happily and smiles as though we’ve made a joke and she’s in on it. Tilly goes red, and then tries to hide her face when she realizes it, and Dad just smiles at as both, with a mood clearly enhanced by the medicines he has been given.

  It’s enough to move the focus of the conversation away from us and back to the holiday at hand. We have two more days here. Three if you count the day we are supposed to leave. Dad is essentially house bound, at least for the next day or so, the whole vacation if Rachel gets her way, which also means that Rachel will be housebound keeping a keen eye on him. That leaves Tilly and I either under their feet like a pair of rats running around a cage, or free if we decide to wander outside into the vastness of the landscape that surrounds us.

  With Rachel and Dad unable to follow us, we will essentially be alone again. This might work out even better for us, because at least this way we’ll know exactly where they are. Forget about surprise appearances that result in broken windows and immediate softening of erections, this will be wilderness and wild fucking and nature and nothing else. I just need to convince Tilly not only to come with me but to come with me too. And the way she was acting earlier, shouldn’t be too difficult at all. We won’t be able to do it today, which makes it all that more exciting for tomorrow.

  “So, you’re stuck here, right? I mean, the doctor reckons you need to rest up after what happened.”

  “At least for a couple of days.”

  “Or more”, Rachel adds.

  “But that doesn’t mean that we have to?”

  “No, of course not, you guys can do whatever you want, you’re both adults.”

  Consenting adults, Rachel.

  “There’s plenty of stuff around here to do.”

  I don’t even need to look at Tilly to know she’s looking at me with wide eyes.

  “I was going to head to that lake I found again tomorrow, would you and Tilly like to join me?”

  “I can’t with your dad here sick, Landon, but thanks for the offer. I’m sure Tilly would be up for it though. It would be good for you guys to spend some quality time together.”

  Yes, Rachel, it would absolutely.

  “What do you say, Tilly?”

  “I don’t know. I was going to work on my tan tomorrow.”

  I know what you want to be working on instead, Tilly, so stop playing hard to get.

  “You can work on your tan at the lake.”

  She’s smiling at me and I know exactly what she’s thinking even though she’s not saying it.

  “Then I’d have to spend time with you.”

  “Who says we have to spend that time talking though?”

  Tilly has to work hard not to smile at that.

  “Well how else are you going to get to know each other? I mean, seriously. You kids these days don’t know how to communicate.”

  I disagree with you on that one Rachel, Tilly knows exactly how to communicate, and I’m picking up loud and clear what she’s telling me. Play hard to get and I’ll enjoy it more. Beg and he won’t respect me.

  “And Tilly, I think it’ll do you good to get out of the house. You spend enough time in it at home. Marvin and I would be jumping at the chance to come with you if he wasn’t convalescing.”

  Tilly gives her mother a look of disdain that makes me laugh.

  “I’m not the homemaker in this family, Mom.”

  “No, clearly not.”

  Rachel could be referring to the clothes strewn all over the living room floor that she felt like she had to tidy up into a neat pile in the corner, or the fact that Tilly never puts anything away after she uses it, or the fact that she doesn’t have a boyfriend yet, or seemingly any intention to get one. Whatever she means by it, Tilly’s clearly not impressed. I decide to divert the conversation back to my burgeoning fantasy of sex out in the middle of nowhere.

  “So, what do you say, Tilly? You could make us both a picnic to take along.”

  Tilly sticks both of her middle fingers up at me.

  “Alright, you think about it. I’m going to go tomorrow anyway so you can come along if you want to or not. The offer’s there if you want to take it.”

  “I’ll think about it.”

  “Good.”

  “It might depend on how well I sleep.”

  Is that a come on, Tilly? Are you trying to say one thing and tell me another.

  “I think we could all do with a good night’s sleep. I’m absolutely shattered after what happened last night. Your dad took me from pillar to post.”

  “You’re not the only one.”

  “I told you all not to worry.”

  “While trying to puke all over my car.”

  “At least you’ve all got beds to sleep in.”

  “You’ve got a bed, Tilly, you’re just not using it.”

  “Landon’s right, darling. Maybe you should just swallow your pride and allow yourself a good night’s sleep for once.”

  I’m nodding, perhaps more enthusiastically than I should. Even with Tilly lying in bed next to me, there is no way we’d be able to do anything without being heard. It would be even worse. It would be an exercise in absolute torture. It would be a real test to see how much we could both resist. It would make me so horny too, knowing we both want to but knowing we both can’t as well, not until the following day, and perhaps not even then either. On reflection, maybe it’s best if we didn’t at all, just
because I know how difficult it would be. Fuck.

  “Maybe I should.”

  “Absolutely you should.”

  My eyes go to Dad. This could be awful for both of us, yet Tilly will know exactly that and is not backing down. What she’s done is take the decision to do it very cleverly away from her.

  “I remember having to sleep for months either on a sofa or on a hard floor when Landon’s mother and I were splitting up, it’s absolute hell. I’m surprised you’ve lasted so long already.”

  Tilly smiles at me.

  “You don’t mind, Landon, do you? I’m a pretty quiet sleeper.”

  “No, absolutely not. Maybe then you’ll feel refreshed enough to come with me tomorrow.”

  “Maybe I will.”

  Tilly

  That was a little unexpected, I have to say. I have quite a nice bruise developing on my elbow where I smashed into the decking, another on my toe where I stubbed it trying to right myself before anyone noticed my somewhat strange reaction. I don’t think Mom or Marvin thought there was anything unusual about my behaviour, nor the fact that my dress was pretty much hanging off me, Landon was semi-naked and sweaty, or that they had to duck a football flying towards them like a missile. So much for liberal parenting I guess.

  Marvin’s illness has completely subsided, replaced by a thick coating of medication that has him smiling a little more enthusiastically than normal and chatting more heartily than he has ever done before.

  Landon is just as disappointed at their sudden arrival as I am, which means that he does secretly want me much more than he is prepared to let on. He wants me so much, in fact, he’s engineered a day trip out of the house which will make it much easier for us to fuck each other. I would love to see the look on his face if I turned around and refused his advances, but the problem is, I know that I probably won’t be able to.

  I’m going to struggle tonight as it is being in the same bedroom with him. This is my idea after all, not so that we can fuck, I know that’s going to be nearly impossible, but so that we can want each other even more, and the connection becomes ever more difficult to reverse. I say that it’s going to be nearly impossible for us to fuck, that doesn’t mean that I don’t want it, nor that he doesn’t either.