Bad Boy's Bridesmaid (38 page)

She had to be
mine.

I held her
tight. “What do you consider good sex?”

“Doesn’t
everyone have the same definition?”

“I’m starting to
think you’re more complicated.” I wrapped her tighter, encouraging her to
dance. Her hips shimmied, and my cock hardened as her body moved in a perfect,
sensual poetry. Never understood it before, but I gained an appreciation for it
now. “What does it mean to you?”

She bit her lip.
“It’s gotta be something…more than just pleasure.”

Her fingers
tickled behind my neck. She played with my hair. Gently. Our chests bumped, and
every heated touch tightened my cock.

“Of course sex
is about more than pleasure,” I said.

“Even to you?”

“Especially to
me.” I leaned in, letting my lips graze her ear. “It’s an experience. It’s
excitement. Passion. There’s no better way to demonstrate a man’s strength or
skill or aggression.”

“
Aggression
?”

“Sex is all
aggression. It’s a release for that suppressed wild, instinct we possess.” I
nibbled her ear. “It’s animalistic.”

She shuddered.
“It’s not supposed to be.”

“Says who?”

Leah didn’t have
an answer. She glanced up at me, her mocha eyes heavy-lidded and dark with
forbidden curiosity. “What about romance?”

“What about it?”

“You’re describing
something…feral and impersonal.”

I leaned down,
bumping my forehead with hers. “If taking my cock is
impersonal
, then
I’ve done something wrong.”

She looked away.
I didn’t let her. The music faded to something slower, melodic, and pulsing
with base. A perfect song to promise a night of pleasure.

“Did it feel
impersonal when I devoured your pussy?”

Leah shifted,
embarrassed, and she tried to pull back. She wasn’t moving that easily, not
unless she was falling backward onto a bed. I kept my voice low, a secret just
for her, a truth she already figured out.

That’s what
scared her the most.

“I licked you.”
My words rumbled. “Tasted you. Made you come. That wasn’t impersonal, Kiss. I
got deeper inside you than anyone ever had, even that prick who left you.”

“We shouldn’t
talk about this now.” Her eyes darted across the floor, studying the few
dancers in slutty dresses that might’ve caught my attention if I hadn’t been
holding the most beautiful woman in the world. “Anyone can hear.”

“So let them
hear. Let them know what I plan to do to you tonight.”

“Jack…”

“You’re going to
get fucked, Kiss. Like you’ve never been taken before. I’m going to own your
body. I’m gonna fuck you until you’re raw and screaming and begging for it
harder and faster. Better get used to crying out my name now. You’ll be saying
it a lot.”

“It’s not a good
idea.”

Christ, this
woman. “What? Pleasure isn’t a good idea? You need to be taken. You need to be
rutted on your knees. You need to feel what it’s like when you’re completely
overwhelmed with passion, and the only way to escape is to surrender to your
own body.”

She trembled,
staring at my lips. She wanted a kiss. Wasn’t getting it. Not until she begged.

“You’re gonna be
on your knees. You’re gonna be on your back. You can ride me while the sun
comes up. I’m going to fuck you until you are exhausted, sweaty, and panting
for every breath.”

Leah’s body
warmed against me. “But we’re not just having sex. We’re doing
something…completely different.”

“Yeah. That’s
what makes this so exciting.” The music pulsed through me, in me. Leah felt it
too, shifting close. I debated pushing her against the back wall and taking
what we both wanted right then and there. My cock couldn’t handle much more of
her innocence, her hidden desire. “Tonight, you’re gonna be mine.”

She glanced over
the floor, searching for anyone who might know what devilish things we promised
each other. The music swelled and lights flickered, cocooning us in our own
private dance in the middle of everything.

“What about the…
consequences
?”
Leah whispered. Her fingers dug into my arms.

I leaned down,
capturing her lips, forcing her to listen to the words I said and the ones lost
in our need. A baby wasn’t a consequence. Fucking my seed into her blinded me
with feral instinct and aggressive possession. The other men in the VIP room
stared at the sexy woman quaking in my arms.

They looked, and
it drove me insane.

Leah was mine.

This woman
belonged to me.

And the only way
I’d prove it to the world was if she swelled with my child.

I kissed her,
hard. “When I take you, I’m going to fuck you bare. Completely unprotected from
everything except my seed.”

“And…when you…?”

“I’m going to
come inside you. All night, Kiss. I won’t pull my cock from you once, not from
the minute it sheaths in that perfect little pussy.”

Leah shivered.
Her breath released in a heated whimper, and she slowed her dance, as though
she’d fall if I weren’t holding her. But I had her. Captured her. Trapped her
in my arms and pinned her against my raging cock. She pulled closer. The threat
intrigued her, but she couldn’t let herself imagine all the terrible and
perfect things I’d do to her body.

Her eyes begged
me for a permission that would come only from her surrender to the most natural
experience in the world.

I whispered.
“You want to know if it’s okay for a good girl, a responsible girl, to want the
bad boy to fuck her? To come inside of her unprotected little body?”

She nodded. I
wanted nothing more than to bite that trembling bottom lip.

“You want to
know if it’s the right thing to do, going to bed with a dangerous man? You
realize what I’ll do to your body. You can imagine what will happen once my cum
jets inside you…”

I couldn’t hear
Leah over the music, but I read her lips. “Yes.”

I grinned,
capturing her mouth as she melted into my arms. She surrendered to a dark and
sensual desire that blinded her to the dancing, the music, the club, and the
audience of people now recognizing Jack Carson and the beautiful woman he
seduced in the darkness of the VIP section.

“You want to
know if it’ll make you
bad
if you were fucked, seeded, and taken by a
man like me?”

“Yes.”

I lowered my
voice, hungry for her wanting body.

“Let’s find
out.”

Chapter Nine – Leah

I’d never have
him inside me fast enough.

We crashed through
his house, striking the walls and upsetting paintings, slamming the door and
knocking over end tables and decorations. Nothing mattered so long as we
touched each other, held each other, shed shoes and clothing on the stairs.

Jack and I fell
onto his bed, arms entwined. Our mouths parted only to breathe unspoken words
and draw each other closer. Our tongues flicked back and forth in a frantic
blitz to prove how much we wanted this.

I never knew I
could need a man this badly.

Not even in my
wildest fantasies had I envisioned such
passion
. Was sex always this
desperate? What I once considered lovemaking—the polite and apologetic thrusts
under the sheets—was completely and utterly wrong. This was something ragged
and feral. We burst upon each other in a crazed delirium.

Jack promised
the night of unrepentant pleasure.

I believed him.

And I longed to
experience it.

My life had been
so structured, so planned, so
deliberate
that I never allowed myself any
passion. That thrill of discovery was lost, buried under years of repression
and work.

His hands
gripped my body, pulling me to him, demanding that I surrender to his kiss.

I didn’t know
this type of wild and aching sex existed.

Jack was cocky.
He was arrogant. He realized how undeniably sexy he was, but he hadn’t seduced
me. I seduced myself. I owed myself one night of perfect, animalistic desire.

Jack would give
it to me—and so much more. The words he said twisted inside me, tightening
everything already too raw to unbind.

He said he’d
fuck
me. I wondered how it’d feel to be thoroughly ravished.

He warned he’d
take me unprotected. It only excited me.

I craved the
feeling of skin against skin. It was dangerous to fuck his bare cock. We knew
what would happen. We agreed to it. We understood it.

We wanted it.

He’d take, he’d
claim, and I’d love every second of it. This wasn’t just sex. This primal
instinct blended a natural craving with submission and dominance and pleasure.
The night would destroy us and create us and lose us within the lust of our own
unconfined desires.

Our clothes
ripped off. Jack tossed me against his bed with such a fierce and virile pride
it was like he planned this conquering from the first time he saw me.

Did he know how
reckless we’d become within each other’s arms?

“God, I want
you,” he grunted.

“Not as bad as I
want you.”

Jack tore my
panties from my legs. The dress was lost somewhere in the stairs. I waited
beneath him. Naked, sweating. His lips burned my already heated skin.

His voice pinned
me to the bed. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you. You’re the only
damn reason I even signed a publicist.”

“You needed me.”

“Maybe.” He
peeled his shirt off. “Didn’t you notice? Every time you rejected me, I acted
out. Caused a new scandal. Fuck, Kiss. The more trouble I got in, the more
often I got to see you.”

My tummy
flipped. “But you made my life miserable.”

“You tortured me
more.”

I felt like I
could be honest with him while naked. I’d reveal my body and the innermost
thoughts to a man who would soon control them both.

“You made
everything so hard for me,” I said.

Jack seized my
nipples in his mouth. His lips sealed over the tip. “Speak for yourself.”

I shivered. His
tongue swirled over my nipple, hardening the bud, sucking to earn a squeal and
then a moan and then a dozen more shivers.

His hands
gripped me as if I would dare to bolt. I didn’t have the strength to pull from
the bed, not while he seized my nipple and suckled to watch me squirm. I
demanded more of his mouth, his touch, his body. His tongue flicked over my
breast and every little nip earned my squeal. He liked that. He bit harder and
I tried to flinch away.

It was useless.

Jack was a
monster of a man. Covered in tattoos. Tensing with muscle. Grinding a cock
impossibly hard and frighteningly large against my leg. He flexed as he held me
down, revealing the chiseled definition of his body.

This man was a
God.

I never saw,
never touched such muscle. He positioned his body over me, steady. His biceps
didn’t tremble as he supported his entire weight. He leaned over me, and one
thing was absolutely certain.

He was stronger,
sexier, more confident than any man had right to be.

And he knew it.

That was why his
cock was so hard. That was why he feasted on my body, why his kisses edged from
nipple to nipple. They layered a heated path from the underside of my breast to
my navel. Then, finally, they descended where he had already claimed with his
mouth twice before.

I wetted for
him. Too much. Embarrassingly so. I passed
ready
and lost myself in
desperation
.
My hips arched to meet his mouth, and the strike of his tongue against my clit
rendered me useless, weak, and rattled with shivers.

“So sweet.” Jack
murmured. He unbuckled his pants, but his lips never left my pussy. He licked
and sucked and
enjoyed
me. “I want you to come for me.”

God, I came
every time Jack touched me. Every time I thought about him. When I fantasized
about him. At night, I touched myself imagining being stripped and at his
mercy. In my bed, I’d traced my fingers in my slit and imagined the stroke of
my hand was his exploring tongue within my petals.

And now I had
him again, just where my body needed.

But his tongue
wasn’t enough this time. I whimpered. He understood. Jack spread my legs and
surveyed my nudity. Every moment of his gaze was endless praise, and I never
felt so desired.

He licked his
finger and stared at me. I gasped as he poked my slit, exploring my tight
entrance. I held my breath as he pushed within me.

“Tease…” I
whispered.

The touch only
heated me more. His finger became something for my body to clench. I imagined
it was his hard cock, fantasized about the torrent of cum he promised me.

His lips wrapped
around my clit as he thrust with his finger—in and out, rubbing every inch of
my delicate core. He hooked his finger and teased a rough spot.

“Fuck, you’re
tight…” he growled. “Think you can fit me in this tiny pussy, Kiss?”

“Oh, my god…” I
gripped the bed.
Nothing
had ever felt like this before.

Jack laughed as
my body clenched him harder. My hips bucked. God, he was killing me. My hands
ached to feel more than the sheets. I had to touch him, and not just his
shoulders or teasing through his hair. I hadn’t seen the trouble he packed
between his legs yet.

I deserved to
know what would thoroughly destroy me when he finally took me for his own.

I whimpered, a
combination of my own desire and timid curiosity. “Can I taste you?”

Those were the
words Jack “Play-Maker” Carson lived to hear. He groaned as he pulled from my
slit, but he moved fast. His pants kicked away, and he unleashed exactly what
my body craved.

His cock jutted
from between his legs. Proud. Impressive.

Almost
frightening.

The tattoos on
his chest didn’t end at his hips. They wrapped around, coiled him in bands of color
and words. The tribal markings swirled over his waist and edged angrily,
deliberately, around his cock.

God, what kind
of man would risk a tattoo so near
there
?

What man
actually
wanted
a tattoo so close to that sensitive area?

I knew that
answer. The only man who would tattoo his cock was the playboy who planned to
show it off.

That meant I was
probably in trouble.

I was starting
to like trouble.

Jack gripped me,
tossing me over his body as he rested on the bed. He aimed me for that pulsing,
thickening cock as my legs straddled his head. My stomach flipped. I never
exposed myself like that before.

My fears
dissolved as soon as his mouth regained his conquering of my slit. He seized my
clit and enslaved me with his tongue.

My body jerked
and shook and sweated. His thick cock hardened just for me. I captured it with
a tentative hand, wrapping my fingers around the solid base. There was
no
way
he’d fit this inside me. His cock was too big, almost villainous and
intimidating. I could only imagine how full I’d be once it slid into my core.

Forced inside
me.

Rutted through
me.

I groaned and
ran my tongue along the hot flesh, tracing a thick, pulsing vein and earning
his gratitude. The muffled growl vibrated between my legs. His tongue slipped
inside as the head of his cock popped into my mouth. The salty skin drove me
wild, and I moaned like a wanton little whore over the taste of his cock.

Masculine.
Clean.

Delicious.

What should have
scared me only turned me on. I loved the weight of his cock in my hand, the
heat, the unbelievable size. I’d savor every inch in my mouth if only to
prepare my body to take the same inside my pussy.

Bare
.

“
Fuck
,
Kiss.” His whisper enthralled me. “Holy shit. Suck me like that.”

His tongue
worshiped me, scorching the delicate skin with the rasp of his breath and tying
me into a knot of absolute need. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I
could. It prevented me from begging. He promised my clit the same pleasure as I
whispered to his heated shaft.

I couldn’t hold
back. His hardness and heat stole my mind, and the vulgarity of exposing my
most intimate secrets to him overwhelmed what remained. My orgasm crested
violently, as if he had struck me. I swallowed his cock and muted my cry with
his thick flesh. The swirls of his tongue delivered me to a perfect agony. He
suckled my clit and prepared me for the thrill of something far better.

I cried his
name. He couldn’t hear me with my mouth stuffed full of cock. It was the most
gratuitous, most sinful thing I’d ever done, and I came again and again at his
will, because of his lips, in praise of his tongue.

My peak crashed
me against his body, and Jack seized control. He tossed me off of him, forced
me onto the bed, and spread my legs.

He saw
everything.

My trembling.

My wetness.

My exposed and
wanting pussy, needing his cock to slam me full of his seed.

He stared at me,
watching as I convulsed and my breath pleaded with him in ragged gasps. His
muscles tensed as if he fought himself. His broad shoulders and biceps
tightened. Every tattoo on his arms flexed.

We passed lust
and entered into a world of raging instinct. His inherent desire to dominate
and seize trapped me between right and wrong and natural submission.

He spread my
legs and settled between them. My puffy, swollen slit begged to be filled with
his entire length. I shivered in the remnants of my orgasms, blinking away the
dark halos that threatened my vision.

I couldn’t
breathe. I didn’t care.

I couldn’t move.
There was no other place for me in the world.

Jack’s appraisal
of my body manifested in the tightening of his cock. It glistened from my
attention, and he fisted it in his hand. He grunted with a dangerous arousal.

“Last chance to
turn back,” he warned.

I licked my
bottom lip, tasting where he bit too hard. “I’m not scared.”

“As soon as I
shove my cock in you, I’m not pulling out.”

His words
thrilled me.

“Do you
promise?” I whispered.

“I’m not
stopping, Kiss. You’re getting fucked, and nothing’s going to change that. But
if you want me to put a condom on, now’s your last chance.”

No
.

I hated the
thought. I didn’t want anything separating us. My body needed to be full of
him—not just his cock, but everything else that would come it.

I didn’t answer
him. I rested against the bed and spread my legs a little lighter. My hips
bumped up, brushing his hand, teasing the head of his unprotected cock against
my slick petals.

Jack shattered.
He jerked himself harder, but he understood. He lowered his cock as if to test
me. Or maybe he teased himself. He rubbed the swollen head against my slit.

How could
something so hard feel so soft?

And so hot…

I never took a
bare cock before. It was too risky in relation to my grand plan. The head
beaded with a dangerous, silken droplet. Jack stared at the little bead of
pre-cum. We both held our breath as he ground his shaft into my slit once more,
blending my wetness with his.