Bad Boy Revelation (Alpha Bad Boy Book 1)

by Howell, Sloane

  "Why don't you meet me at my desk around 4:30? I know a place we can go right around the corner."

  "It's a date," she says with a seductive smile.

  This is going to be a fun week. Her ass sways back and forth in those khakis as she walks away, slightly peeking over her shoulder and smiling. She's used to driving the boys at the college crazy, but the hot ones always get tired of 20-year-olds shaking on top of them for two minutes and then rolling over. It grows old. They all want a mature man to teach them the ways of the bedroom.

  Now honestly, I could fuck Hannah later this afternoon. But that's just boring and then it would be weird all week. For some reason women always grow attached after a little roll in the sheets. It'll be more fun to tease her. Make that pussy yearn and ruin her panties every day, then give her a memory that will haunt her sex life for the rest of her existence.

  God damn, that ass though. It'll be hard to hold out all week. I can't wait to wrap those legs around my head and bury my face into that little cunt of hers. My cock is stiff as a fucking board and I'm going to have to hang out at the desk for a few minutes to get things in order down there.

  "Hey buddy!"

  I damn near fall over in my chair. Tommy is standing right behind me laughing his ass off.

  "Why don't you stand up and give us a show in that circus tent ya got going on down there?"

  He's laughing and even I have to smile as I circle my head around to make sure nobody can hear him.

  "You're such a dickhead. But an honest one, I'll give you that. That girl has a fucking body on her, Jesus."

  "Told you man. I saw the look too. She's probably in the bathroom wringing those panties out as we speak."

  I shrug.

  "What can I say? It's what I do."

  "Guess you'll be busy tonight. Was going to see if you wanted to hang."

  "Nah man, I'm free. I'll take care of that Friday, after I lay the groundwork all week."

  "You work way too hard at this. Complete lack of efficiency in your game, sir."

  "Oh, it'll be worth it. You should take notes."

  "Shit. I guess it's not being cocky if it's true. I'll catch you tonight, swing by around seven? Play some fuckin' Halo?"

  "Sounds good man, I'll catch you then."

  I give him a fist bump and he runs off, I'm certain he's going somewhere to avoid work.

  ***

  It's 4:30 and my little fuck project is standing at my desk. I walk up to her.

  "Sorry to keep you waiting, shall we?"

  "Sounds great. Can't wait to get out of here."

  Sorry to disappoint Hannah, but you're going to be performing solo until Friday. Rules are rules.

  I hold the door open for her on her way out and she looks surprised and aroused. They always do.

  "So it's just right up here around the corner?"

  "Yeah, it's a cool little place. Not too loud, where we can hear each other talk."

  "Sounds perfect."

  We grab a seat in the back and she orders a vodka and Red Bull. I'm immediately reminded of how young she is. I grab a Glenfiddich on the rocks.

  "So, you're an accounting major?"

  "Yeah, my dad is a CPA and there's not a lot of promise in a fashion degree."

  We both chuckle a little.

  "This is true," I say. "So what do they have you doing?"

  "Grunt work. Filing and running errands."

  Her eyes are amazing. I thought they were bright blue at first but there are hints of a smoky gray that make them very unique. She keeps talking and all I can think about is staring at those eyes while her lips are wrapped around me.

  The conversation isn't as bad as I thought it'd be. She's pretty bright and not just another airhead with a nice ass. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it's nice to be able to hold a conversation without a bunch of "likes" and "totallys" and "oh my gods". Well, I don't mind the latter so much, when they're moaning it.

  "You'll do just fine, I promise. Just get used to the guys in the building ogling you. We don't get a lot of beautiful interns in the office. You'll probably get hit on quite a bit."

  She blushes.

  "Well, that's sweet. I'm sure it won't be as bad as the college. The boys there are so immature."

  I like where this is headed. She's about to tell me how she prefers older men.

  "It's why I don't date college guys. Nothing but dick and fart jokes."

  "Oh yeah, what kind of guys do you date?"

  She smiles.

  "Older, mature men."

  "Is that so?"

  The flirting has begun and she is eating it up. Her cheeks are turning pink. She's stirring her drink and flipping her hair around, might as well have a sign on her head that says 'please fuck me, Joel'.

  "Yes," she says with a smile. "So, tell me about you. Are you married?"

  "Nope."

  "Girlfriend?"

  "Nope."

  "Aww, why not? You're a nice guy, and cute too."

  She's getting bold, I like it. Vodka Red Bulls will do that to a 21-year-old coed.

  "Well, that's nice of you to say, to humor an old man."

  "I'm not joking," she says, as she reaches out and grabs my hand and laughs momentarily, before slowly sliding it back over to her side of the table. Interesting, she's more forward than I thought. It should make the week fun.

  We laugh for a while and finish up our drinks. I walk her back to her car.

  "So yeah, don't sweat it, you'll do great. You ok to drive?"

  "Oh yeah, I'm fine," she says.

  Damn right you are fine. My dick is about to explode. Must have self-control, stick to the plan.

  I give her a peck on the cheek and thank her for a nice time. She hovers for more but I walk away before I throw her up against her car and show her how a real man treats a woman.

  I can sense the excitement and the disappointment as I'm walking to my car. I know she sees me get in the Fastback and that pussy is calling my name more than ever. Enjoy your fingers tonight, Hannah.

  ***

  The next morning is fairly mundane. I actually get some work done. Tommy is nowhere to be found, big surprise. We played Halo until two in the morning, he probably called in.

  Hannah walks up and I can tell she needed more than her fingers last night. She's in a tight little skirt today with a button up blouse. She's showing those tits off and it's not making things any easier on my crotch situation. I'm flattered you dressed up for me, Hannah. But rules are rules. You have to wait until Friday like all the other interns.

  "Hey there," she says.

  "Hey, how's it going? You make it home ok?"

  "Yes," she says with a hint of disappointment.

  "They give you an actual assignment today? Or just having you fetch more files?"

  "Still fetching files." She leans in. "You weren't lying. I caught Bob and a few others checking my ass out earlier."

  "Well, it's not a bad view." My eyes dart to her ass in that skirt. I want to bury my face into that fucking thing so bad.

  She slaps me on my shoulder playfully.

  "Joel!"

  I like the way she calls my name. I could get used to it. I think I will get used to it.

  "You're bad!" she says.

  "Sorry, couldn't help myself."

  "Mmmmhmmm," she says as she bites her lip. "You want to grab a drink again?"

  "Can't tonight, sorry."

  A sad look runs across her face as she drops her head down slightly.

  "Have to go see my mom. Can I get a rain check?"

  "Of course. We can do it another night."

  "Sounds good."

  Sorry Hannah, it's going to be those fingers again tonight. It's coming soon though, I promise.

  ***

  I was out of the office on Wednesday, had to go to a client's. They're trying to fuck up my game. It's ok though, I'll recover. It's probably a good thing to spend a day away from Hannah. The flirting is getting intense and
I don't want my dick to start thinking for me. It does that from time to time.

  Of course Hannah happens to walk by within 30 minutes of me sitting down at my desk. She's in a skirt again with a tight, low-cut blue top.

  "Missed you yesterday," she says.

  "Yeah, I had a last-minute client meeting."

  "Well thanks for leaving me all alone," she says playfully.

  "I'm sure you got plenty of attention to hold you over. You have quite the fan club."

  I nod over to three guys checking her out while she talks to me.

  "Yeah, well, not from anyone I wanted attention from."

  This girl, I swear. I think I'm going to have some fun with her today.

  "Is that so?"

  I can tell the flirting is getting to her. She's starting to bite her nails. I'm anxious to see just how brave she's going to get. She leans over by my ear, giving the boys behind me a show.

  She whispers, "You jealous of their view?"

  Well, my cock just shot to the ceiling in a fraction of a second.

  "Maybe," I whisper back.

  "Are you going to do something about it?"

  Yeah, I can't take this much longer. I can't help myself. It's those fucking eyes of hers coupled with her incessant flirting.

  "Follow me," I whisper back.

  Her eyebrows rise. I start walking through the bullpen of cubicles and she's right on my heels. I look around to make sure nobody is watching and usher her into a maintenance closet near the stairwell.

  As soon as I walk in she attacks me and our lips lock onto each other. My hand goes straight to that ass. She's actually a decent kisser. She needs to know who's in control though.

  I flip her around and press her up against the wall. I pull her hair to the side and start breathing on her neck, whispering into her ear.

  "Is this what you wanted?"

  I reach down and pull her skirt up over her ass. Jesus Christ, no fucking panties. I am going to have some fun with this one.

  I reach down and start circling her clit with two fingers and then run them along her quivering lips, god damn she is fucking wet.

  "You like the way I touch your pussy?" I whisper.

  She nods, moaning slightly.

  "You know anyone could walk in here, at any time. You'd lose your internship. You'd fail your class."

  "I don't fucking care," she says, gasping for air.

  "I bet the college boys don't fucking touch you like this, do they?"

  I reach around with my left hand, grab one of her breasts, and start teasing at her nipple through her shirt and bra.

  "Fuck no they don't," I say. "Bet they don't make you fucking come either, do they? You need a real man to make you come."

  I run two fingers slowly up inside of her and feel her legs start trembling around my hand.

  "They don't know how to treat this pussy right. They don't know what it needs, do they?"

  My slippery fingers are exploring every inch or her aching little cunt, sending jolts of ecstasy through her body.

  "No," she moans.

  "Bend over."

  She does as I say and I drop slowly to my knees, my fingers still buried inside of her. I slip them out of her beautiful, shaved pussy and spread her ass cheeks, marveling at her perfect ass. It's a fucking work of art. I start running my tongue along the insides of her thighs, brushing it against her moist lips, watching her legs quake and her knees buckle underneath her.

  "Are you ready to come for me?"

  "God yes."

  "Spread that little pussy for me."

  She reaches down and spreads it with two fingers, exposing her swollen, protruding clit. I flick my tongue on it gently and she squeals like it's the first time anyone's ever eaten her properly. I still have her ass in my hands, spreading her cheeks apart.

  It's time.

  I start hammering her clit with the tip of my tongue, my nose buried in the depths of her ass. She's alternating between screaming and moaning and I increase the tempo with each one. She's panting for air, on the verge of hollering as she bites into her forearm pressed on the wall and shoves her ass back into my face, yearning for more.

  "Rub that fucking clit," I bark.

  She starts circling it with two fingers as I lean back to enjoy the view.

  "Yeah, that's it. You want me to make that fucking pussy come, don't you?"

  "Please, god, fuck," she moans.

  She's getting close, I can sense it. Her legs and ass are tightening up.

  It's time to make her wildest fantasies come true.

  I work my two digits back into her slowly, then reach up and grip her g spot with the tips of my fingers.

  "Holy fucking shit!" she screams.

  She's starting to shake and begins bucking her ass wildly onto my hand, it's moments away. She's about to release all of that sexual energy built up inside when I plunge my tongue into her ass and start ramming her home with my fingers.

  She blacks out momentarily as every muscle stiffens and she starts shuddering on my fingers.

  I stand up and give her the full throttle, breathing into her ear.

  "Oh my fucking—"

  Her voice pauses as the orgasm ripples through her. She grunts multiple times, shaking her hips and ass, before relaxing her legs.

  "Yeah, that's it. That's what you fucking wanted, wasn't it?"

  I slowly reduce the tempo before slipping my fingers out of her and pulling her skirt back down. Her entire body is shaking to the touch as I stand up and grab hold of the back of her hair and yank her ear close to my mouth. I hold my fingers up in front of her face and she takes them in her mouth, licking and sucking her sweet nectar slowly off of each one.

  I exhale warm breath that sends the small hairs on her neck standing at attention, squeezing my grip on her hair as she reluctantly lets my fingers slip out of her soft lips.

  "Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to be getting back to work, Hannah."

  I own your ass now.

  She stands there with a look of disbelief, her beautiful tits moving in rhythm with each deep breath as I walk out of the closet.

  No cock for you today. That comes later.

  ***

  It's Friday morning and I'm feeling rather pleasant about giving Hannah a little sample of what's to come. She walks over to her desk and finds a card I left for her. She opens it up and there is a hotel key and note inside.

  "6:00 p.m., Hilton, room 408. Don't be late if you want to play."

  I watch her smile as she reads the card, biting at her lower lip. That pussy is on fire right now, I can tell. It's all she'll think about today, imagining her little hole being drilled with my cock. God damn, I can't wait to fuck this girl.

  Tommy walks up to me. "Did you enjoy your little romp in the closet? You have no self-control, I swear."

  "How the hell did you—"

  "I know everything, sir."

  He smiles.

  "Just gave her a little taste. Or was it me that had a little taste?"

  "I want some motherfucking details, bitch."

  "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."

  "You're so full of shit."

  "Just wait, tonight is when she gets it good. I'll give you the details later so you can have yourself some jerk off material. Maybe I'll show you the video, if you're a good little boy."

  "Oh, you prick. I hate you so much right now," he says with a smile.

  I start to walk off and I hear, "See if she has a friend."

  "If she does I'm banging that too. Sorry buddy, survival of the fittest."

  I see a middle finger fly in the air as I turn the corner.

  ***

  I have to decide how I want to play this tonight. What type of girl is Hannah? It should be easy. I'm sure the boys at the college have been less than stellar.

  All day long she's eye fucking me. Perhaps I ate that pussy too good. I hope I didn't make her fall in love. It happens sometimes and it usually doesn't end well.


  I'm sitting at my desk and the clock reads 4:30. My stomach is always in knots, regardless of how many times I've done this. God damn, I love the anticipation. I can't stop thinking about those perfect fucking tits. I haven't had the chance to get a good look at them yet. In two hours they're going to be bouncing in my face to the rhythm of Hannah's screams. The thought of it shoots blood straight into my cock. I'm anxious to see how well she can suck my dick. If previous actions are any indicator, it's going to be a good night.

  ***

  The time has come and I pull into the hotel parking garage. My week-long investment is about to pay off. I have a bag with me. I plan on making a little gift for Hannah's enjoyment, and my own.

  I'm walking down the hallway and I can feel my heartbeat in my dick. It intensifies with every step toward the door.

  I insert my key and open it. There are lit candles all around the room with the lights dimmed. Rose petals spread out on the floor. There sits Hannah, cock hungry and ready with a huge smile on her face.

  I walk to the bed slowly as I motion for her not to stand up.

  "Stay there," I say.

  I walk to the corner, open the bag, and pull out my video camera. She knows I'm about to direct one hell of a film for her enjoyment.

  "What's that for?" she says, trying to sound reluctant. In reality it's soaking her panties. She can't wait to fuck me on camera. I don't respond.

  I walk over and hand her a box with a ribbon on it.

  "Oh, but I didn't get you anything," she jokes.

  "Don't worry, it's not for you," I say.

  She opens up the box and it's a set of black lingerie.

  "How do you know it'll fit?"

  "Oh, I sized you up the first time I saw you."

  Her eyes get big and I keep setting up my video camera.

  "Go get changed in the bathroom. I'll wait here."

  She walks off with her gift, working that ass and looking back at me smiling. I can feel the tension building in my balls already. This girl is fucking dirty, I can tell.

  I undress down to my boxers and set up on the bed with the camera in my hand. A few minutes pass and she emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in a bath robe. She knows exactly what she is doing.

  She sees me on the bed, apparently my ab workouts have been paying off because I can damn near hear her pussy soaking up those fresh black panties under the bath robe.