BARE HANDS - A Bad Boy Romance Novel

by Gabi Moore

  I stroked my hands down over her neck and onto her shoulders. She lifted lithe arms and shrugged off her shirt. Underneath, her breasts were loose, the nipples hard. They were heavier than I remembered them, and fuller. She rose to her feet and wriggled off her skirt, to reveal the rest of her body, equally soft and full. Her skin was so delightfully silky. Her hands on my shoulders and neck, I lowered my head and took her all in, only wishing I had more hands to paw at her glorious flesh. She smelt like something partly tamed, like wet earth but warm. She had the unmistakable musk that had driven me wild so long ago, except the scent was more mature now, even headier and more luxurious. Even in my fevered dreams, I couldn’t have imagined her as beautiful as she was now.

  I gave her belly and the tops of her thighs small, respectful kisses, greeting each part of her. The dramatic curve of her waist. The fine down on her navel. The soft carpet of blond curls at the beautiful cleft between her full legs. She stroked fingers through my hair as I worshipped each part of her. Every fold and swell had its own character, its own scent and heat, but the prayer was always the same: I love you.

  She gestured for me to stand up and led me over to a bed. Nothing at all like the run down mattress we had made our home so long ago. No, this was a soft, feminine space, and as we both collapsed onto a little mound of hand embroidered cushions, more of her earthy scent was released. She peeled off my trousers and then my shirt, dropping them to the floor like she couldn’t understand the need for them.

  I was completely naked before her. And I wanted nothing more than for her to take me. To take everything I was, receive it all, accept everything I had and take me into her beautiful body. My cock stood stiff and hard, and I felt like I could explode from wanting her. These sensations were new. I had felt lust before, a million times. But this was a deeper ache, something that shook me way down inside, and it hurt. I was no longer all muscle and bone and anger. I was a little older now, and my body had some signs of wear. I stood before her. Let her see it all.

  Her hands stroked over me again, down my chest, parting her hands down around my cock and then making their way down each of my legs. My poor, tortured cock stood erect and red, untouched. We knelt and faced one another, and kissed a little more. What the years had taken from me, they seemed to have given her. Even in her humble body, she seemed impressively strong, and as I kissed her, it was as though I was lapping her up, drinking from deep within her.

  Her lips went over my chest and shoulders, and then in an instant she was kissing the tip of my swollen cock, tenderly. Without any more ceremony, she rose to the balls of her feet and squatted deep over my lap, shimmying close to me and balancing against my chest. The moment was slow and sinewy, yet throbbing with energy. When she finally lowered onto me, I couldn’t help but cry out. She kissed me and lowered a little more, her strong thighs taking in just as much as she wanted, while I waited below. She winced a little as the width of the head split her open, and she paused for a moment, frozen in her kiss while her twitching body adjusted around me. I wanted to grow bigger still. To fill all of her. I pulled back and stared into her flushed faced. I needed to see her expression. I needed to know the effect I was having on her.

  She blushed and smiled, and wiggled down an inch more. I wish I had a cock a mile long, so I could do this forever, and never stop. I could tell she was out of practice. Her body took time to soften and accept me. I remembered the old days, and how we’d fuck for hours every day, her raw little body buckling from the sweet abuse I doled out, and how she’d keep coming back, never sated. But now, I just needed to be in her. As far I could go, as far as she would let me in, I wanted to fuck her, and love her, and find my way back to the place again.

  I pressed in another inch and found a hidden pool of wetness inside her, which now began to stream down the length of me. Onto the slickness, she slid down further and eventually I was all inside, and she nestled her hot inner thighs into my lap, wiggling a little and settling her weight onto me. Inside her, I settled too, and pictured my cock swelling and melting to fill every corner inside her. She was fearsomely warm inside, indescribably sweet and so slick she glided over me like silk.

  She fell forward onto my body and I held her there, and she rested for a moment and let me stroke fingertips down her long naked back.

  “I love you Vik,” she said, almost too quietly for me to hear.

  The words tore at me inside, my cock jumped of his own accord, inside her, and she moaned and nestled closer.

  “I love you Penny,” I said to her shoulder. The little blonde tendril waved around and tickled my nose. I lifted my hands and unwound her head wrap, like she was the ultimate birthday present, and lay the fabric aside. Her hair fell loose onto her shoulders in warm clumps. It had darkened a little, but was still that same ethereal shade of blonde as it always was.

  I stroked my fingers through it, admiring its length. She clenched around me, tightening her pussy all along the length of me. I groaned in appreciation. Did she remember all the things we used to do? Did she remember the way her right leg would shiver every time she came, or how we’d make bets about whether there was or wasn’t one more drop of cum she could coax out of me with her tongue, or how she once, just once, asked me to slap her and call her azungu…

  The muscles in her thighs tensed up and she rose, lifting her sweet body off of me. In the split second where I felt I would die without her engulfing me, she fell back down again, taking the whole length, more easily this time. I felt her opening up inside. She lifted again and dropped her strong, skillful hips down onto my lap again. Each thrust was juicier than the last, and as she picked up speed, I found my grateful thighs rising up a little to meet her.

  We found a peaceful, slow rhythm inside each other. Her body drove me so wild I was instantly on the edge, but she slowed down and ground careful hips into me, sensing when I was close and rising up on her haunches off of me again. My tongue played over her plump breasts, decorated down the middle with the strands of beads, and I could make out a mantle of freckles all around her neck where the sun had hit her, and below: white.

  When I looked at her face again, she was crying. This sent me to the edge again.

  “Are you staying?” she said, and all at once I saw her old girlish face again, one filled with uncertainty and vulnerability. I squeezed my arms around her as tight as I could and pulled her in.

  “I’m never going away, ever again,” I said, and as I did her body shuddered a little. With the tip of my cock I felt her warm cunt spasm, and release more glorious juice that flooded down out of her and onto my stomach. She groaned and squirmed. My body remembered this all – the way she would tighten and heat up just before she came. Fuck she was beautiful.

  She whimpered and choked on her words a little as she tried to tell me was she close, but there was no need. I could read her body like a book. Her little hands tightened around me and I held her waist firm. I gave her my cock again, pressing in as deep as it would go, reaching right into the deepest parts of her. With one strong jerk she cried out and I felt something hot and wet inside her quiver and then explode all around me. Her pussy clenched hard around me, but all the tension fell from her thighs and she collapsed down onto me.

  The little moans she made were so sweet, and so fucking sexy, I was soon following after her, and all at once I let go and shot an immense load of hot, warm cum deep inside her, my hips curling and convulsing into her body, pumping her full of it.

  I pulled her close to me. “Shhhh…” I whispered into her ear, as each shudder rocked her body and made her gasp out loud. The tears were flowing freely now, and with surprise I realized my own face was wet. I fell back onto the bed and she folded down onto me, her body now loosened and melted. I had forgotten just how good she felt. She was mine and I was hers. It had always been that way.

  Clasped together, skin to skin, we lay for a while, our breathing returning to normal. I stayed inside her and went soft, but she held me close and grasped me w
ith her legs when I tried to pull out.

  “Don’t go away, ever again,” she smiled.

  I laughed and kissed her damp brow, stroking away a lock of her beautiful hair.

  I looked around the room. She had done so well for herself. Framed pictures of people I didn’t know, beautiful textiles and bright colors on the walls. It was a charming place; like nothing I’d seen before. She lay quietly on my lap, letting me look. I had questions. Lots of questions. But none of it seemed to matter much right now. I was inside her, and I loved her, and she loved me, and as long as that was true I was happy to let all that other stuff go for now.

  A festive patchwork quilt covered the bed. In the traditional style, but the colors were all different. The mirror was trimmed with silk flowers, and she had two impala skin cushions in the corner, propped to make an impromptu bay window beside a beaded curtain made from porcupine quills. It was part college dorm room, part museum, part grandmother’s house, part playroom, part artist’s loft. It was unbelievable.

  “You did all of this, Penny…” I said, stroking her hair. She curled her hips against mine and hugged me closer.

  “Yes. With my bare hands,” she said, and we smiled together.

  - THE END -

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  Chapter 1

  The Fromatius Mall stood at the edge of the parking lot and dominated the countryside around it.

  No one seemed to know where the mall had come from; it just showed up one day in the field and sat there empty until the stores began to open. After six months, the mall’s owners held a “Grand Opening” celebration and employed the local marching band and trade guilds to help in the celebration.

  Since the trades anticipated a profitable relationship with the mall, they were glad to help out. The schools were thrilled to have a place where the high-schoolers could work during the evenings and weekends. It would be a much better place for them to hang out in than the local Drive-In or bowling alley.

  A few people down at the township hall talked among themselves about how quickly the mall had appeared and were stunned it showed up so fast. Although the building plans were submitted and the proper forms filled out, it seemed strange everything went as smoothly as it did when the mall was constructed.

  Some of the local firms were hired to do the finishing work and pour the concrete for the sidewalks around the structure, but no one could recall ever seeing the construction firms who were hired to build the mall in town before. And before any of the trade guilds could complain about a lack of their involvement, it was there. As soon as it was constructed, the other trades were contracted and given lucrative contracts to maintain it.

  Granted, some of the stores in place seemed a little odd for a suburban shopping mall, but there were enough major retailers in it to defer any bad thoughts from the local suburban moms. Besides, it was spring and people were getting ready for the summer. The big auto plant in the nearby town of Scipio was planning to shut down for two weeks of inventory. This would allow them the chance to make certain they had everything they needed for next year’s models and allow the employees to take vacations. Some employees had additional time in based on years of service and could take as much as two more weeks of vacation. Therefore, if your father or mother were one of the lucky ones to have started working there right after the Korean War, you could spend an entire month at some pleasure dome in Florida.

  Lilly Arrad wasn’t one of the lucky ones. Her father ran an insurance company in Fromatius out of their house. Her mother stayed home and took care of her and her older sister when they were coming of age, but now she was looking into a job at the mall. Lilly didn’t want a job at the mall when it opened. She didn’t care for most of the kids she was stuck around all day at her high school and found a job with a catering company. However, most of the jobs her company pulled were at the mall for the various out of town dignitaries who came in to see how their store branches looked and what the sales represented. So, she might as well work at the mall. Perhaps next week’s job would take her somewhere else.

  She sat on the hood of her Pinto and looked at the mall again. These things sprang up everywhere. Was the entire country turning into one big shopping mall? The 70’s surely brought with it a lot of novelties. Right now, she could look forward to attending college in the fall at Cincinnati. She had her future mapped out: international studies, find a diplomat, get married and spend the rest of her life throwing parties for foreign dignitaries.

  She looked down and sighed.

  Her shoes were still in the mall. She’d forgotten them and walked barefoot all the way to the car. She really needed to get beyond that, it was so childish. Now she would have to walk back in that place and get them.

  Maybe she wouldn’t. She could drive home barefoot and find her spare sandals in the bedroom closet. She had the dance class tonight her sister taught.

  Her sister, Rachel, had learned belly dancing in college and used it to supplement her spending money. Although Rachel married last month and left the house, it still felt as if she was around. With her older sister moved out, Lilly started to feel lonely. She still had a few good friends from the neighborhood, but everyone was headed to different places for college in the fall.

  She wanted to stay close enough to come home on the weekend, but far enough to enjoy the life on campus and socialize with the right kind of people. She would be forced to stay in a dorm the first few years, but afterwards, she would find a better place to live. Somehow, the sorority life didn’t appeal to her, and Lilly doubted she would pledge one. She could see herself sharing an apartment after a year or two. Her friend Cindy started college a year early and wrote her letters about how crazy the college dorm life was in Indiana. It was one of her reasons for attending a school in Cincinnati.

  The hood of her Pinto started to burn into her butt, so Lilly decided to hop off it and go home. It was early enough in the year to walk barefoot across a parking lot, but she had no desire to go back and retrieve the shoes. They were an older pair and she had more at home. She’d look for them tomorrow. The jeans, on the other hand, were precious. She’d spent the weekend fading them to just the right hue in her mother’s washing machine. They matched the light sweater she wore.

  Lilly was small and, at five foot in height, didn’t expect to get much taller. She wasn’t a big eater and kept her weight at a comfortable hundred pounds. She even dieted down to ninety at one point, but didn’t like the way it made her feel. She stayed away from the pot smokers and druggies at her school, although she did enjoy her time on the literary magazine and French Club.

  Lilly decided to forget the shoes and turned to open her car door when she saw something.

  It was the new guy who transferred into school this year. He was sitting on the edge of the fountain at the entrance. He was staring at it and moving his hand over the water in the pool. The fountain was huge and filled up with coins every day from well-wishers who wanted to bring good luck by tossing three coins in it. But he wasn’t dropping coins in the fountain; he was busy with his eyes fixed on the pattern his hand traced through the air.

  Now she was curious.

  She finally remembered his name. It was Dion Bacchus. She remembered it because he was in her homeroom. One of the strange things she noticed one day was how many of her close friends had similar names to her last name. The school was huge. Her senior class had five hundred in its enrollment. Not only did the local auto industry contribute to its size, but the regional air force base added to it as well. It wasn’t unusual for her to call a friend’s house and have a “Colonel Adams” answer the phone.

  Dion started school that year as a transfer student from some place in California that year, but mostly kept to himself. She had said little more than “h
ello” to him since he started. It was strange to see someone start school in their senior year and he didn’t seem to interact with anyone. Dion’s locker was two sections down from her, but Lilly seldom saw him speak to anyone. He was in her biology class as well, but she couldn’t ever recall him asking a single question.

  This was too bad for Dion because plenty of the girls at school were obsessed with him.

  He stood almost six foot tall, had dark features and black eyes with hair that cascaded down his back to a school-acceptable length. He wore the standard jeans and t-shirt apparel, which dominated in the school, but had an intense look on his face and a tight set of chest muscles that showed through his shirt.

  A few girls approached him one day and, although he was polite, he didn’t speak very long with any of them. A few of the local tough kids who were into drugs and hard rock tried to corner him in the hall one day. He took the hand of one and gently pulled it off him. The kid who placed it there walked away swearing under his breath with a look of pain in his eyes. Lilly remembered the tough one later coming to school with his hand in a cast.

  Rumors abounded about Dion’s background.

  He lived with his aunt and uncle in one of the nicer houses on a good street, but people seldom saw him leave the house. The rumor most people believed was that his real parents died in some kind of tragic accident and his relatives were the only ones who could take him in. Some said his family were foreign spies, others said they were extraterrestrials who were under the protection of the air base. Among other things, the base was rumored to hold the bodies of aliens who’d crashed on Earth in a flying saucer. Some people believed Dion’s family were all black magicians who sacrificed goats in the back yard, although no one had ever seen it take place. The house where he dwelled was quiet and never gave the neighbors any reason to be concerned about what happened over there.