Badd Motherf*cker: Badd Brothers (14 page)

“See something you like, Dru?” he said, his voice a growling bass murmur.

“Yes,” I heard myself say. “Don’t stop.”

He resumed stroking his cock, but didn’t take his eyes off mine in the mirror. “Come in here.” I pushed open the door enough to slip through, and then closed it behind me. Sebastian used his free hand to shove aside the shower curtain. “Sit.”
 

I sat on the edge of the tub, trembling, inches away from him. Inches away from his thick cock. I stared up at him, trying to look more daring than I felt.

“Why’re you here, Dru?” he asked, his fist not stopping, still sliding slowly along his shaft.

“I—I want to forget, Sebastian. I just—I just want to forget. Like you said. Feel good for awhile.”

“Gonna freak out on me again?”

I shrugged. “Probably.”

He smirked. “Fair enough.” He glanced down at himself, and we both watched him stroking his dick. “You like to watch?”

“I’ve never watched—this, before. Never watched anyone do this.”
 

“Never had anybody watch before either.”

I licked my lips, glanced from his eyes to his cock. “Keep going.”
 

So he did.

His fist slid up and down, slowly, leisurely, the lotion squelching wetly with each stroke. Then he started to jerk, going faster, and his jaw clenched, and his molars began to flex and pulse as he ground his cock into his flying fist.
 

I ached.

My hands, folded on my lap, twitched to touch him.

His eyes closed momentarily, then flew back open and pinned me. “Touch me, Dru. Help me finish. It’s your fault I’m this hard.”
 

I reached out, hesitated with my fingers a hair’s breadth from his shaft, and then I closed my hand around him. God, so thick, so soft, yet so iron-hard. I glided my hand up to the head and all the way down, my fist sliding slickly over the lotion. We both had a hand on his cock, now, his below mine. We stroked him together, faster and faster.

“Fuck—Dru, your hand feels so good around my cock.”
 

“Your cock is amazing, Sebastian.” I grinned up at him. “I guess I was right the other night, huh?”

“Guess so,” he grunted, and his hips began to thrust.
 

I worked him faster, and his hand fell away, so it was only mine on his flesh. I cupped his ass with my other hand, and set a quick fluttering rhythm of strokes on his throbbing cock. Harder, faster.

God, how long could he hold out?
 

He started grunting, low under his breath. Glanced at me. “Gonna come, Dru.”
 

His beautiful cock pushed into my fist and his eyes pinned me and his abs tensed and flexed. I watched, rapt, as my small pale hand slid up and down his tan flesh, and then he froze, hips thrust forward.

“Fuck…
fuck
, I’m coming, Dru. Watch me come.”
 

I tilted away from his body, cupped my palm under the tip of his cock and kept stroking him. He snarled, thrust his hips once more, and then he came with a low growl. His dick pulsed in my fist and come spurted out of him and into my palm, overflowing to drip down into the toilet, and then he grunted and thrust into my fist and came again, filling and over-filling my palm, again, and again, and I kept stroking him until he finally stopped growling and grunting and coming into my hand.

“Jesus, you come a lot,” I said, marveling at the unbelievable amount of come in my hand, dripping down between my fingers into the water below, coating my palm in wet hot white stickiness.

“You got no fuckin’ idea,” he growled. “Wash your hands and get those clothes off.”
 

I shivered at the fierce potency in his voice. “Are you always this bossy?”

He growled at me again. “Just had your hand on my cock, Dru. I need to eat your sweet cunt until you come on my tongue, and then when I’m hard again, I’m gonna fuck you six ways to Sunday. So if you don’t do what I tell you, I’ll do it for you.”

I stared at him, taking in the blaze of his brown eyes, the heaving of his chest, the droop of his dick. He stepped out of his jeans and underwear, peeled off his shirt, tossed them both on the floor, and stood naked in front of me. And holy shit, the man was
ripped
. Chiseled abs, bulging pecs, rippling biceps, and all that incredible ink stretching from wrist to wrist and shoulder to shoulder. The V, god yes, the V-cut. And his cock, even going limp—only momentarily, it seemed—was impressive. Fully erect it had been the hugest thing I’d ever seen, thicker and longer than any cock in my experience, and just perfectly straight and so beautiful…and so big he’d stretch me to burning, I was sure.

I shivered at the thought.
 

And apparently I didn’t move fast enough for him, because Sebastian snagged my wrist, turned on the faucet, rinsed his come off my hand, dried it with a towel, and then jerked open the bathroom door and hauled me out into his bedroom. Kicked that door closed, then spun around to face me with his hand on the lock.
 

“You wanna leave? Now’s the time, sweet thing. I’m gonna lock this door, and I’m not letting you out until you beg for mercy.”

I lifted my chin. “I don’t want to leave.”
 

I didn’t, really I didn’t. But the look in his eyes was feral. I was starting to wonder if my idea of getting a few orgasms out of this guy and then going back to Seattle unscathed had just maybe been a
little
unrealistic. He looked ravenous, as if he were seconds from pouncing on me and devouring me.

I’d never been devoured before. Hell, I’d never even been looked at like that before.
 

He grabbed a handful of my sweatshirt, tugged the hood over my head, and then yanked the hoodie off. Tossed it aside. Jerked my T-shirt off, and then my bra. Ruthlessly, efficiently. Then he ripped open my jeans and shoved them down along with my underwear, and when I stepped out of them, I was naked. The whole process had taken less than thirty seconds.
 

He wrapped his hands around my waist, and for a moment he was soft and tender, staring down at me with those big brown grizzly bear eyes gone affectionate and appreciative. It lasted for as long as he was staring into my eyes, and then his gaze flicked downward, took in my breasts, my belly, my core…

And his grip on my waist tightened.
 

“Not a sound, Dru. Yeah?”
 

I nodded, and that was when the world as I knew it ended.

He lifted me up by my waist and tossed me backward onto his bed, a casual, easy movement that sent me flying across the room to bounce once, and then he caught me in his arms on the second bounce and was all over me, skin pressed to skin, his mouth on my neck, lips kissing and sucking, teeth nipping, tongue licking. He moved his way down to my breasts, and he lapped at them, suckled my rigid, sensitive nipple into his mouth and sawed his teeth across it, eliciting a moan from me. I didn’t have time to even process how I’d gotten on the bed yet, and he was flicking my nipples and biting them just a little too hard, and then he was grazing his mouth down my belly, flicking his tongue into my belly button in a way that had me fighting the urge to squeal, and then he was off of me, off the bed. He wrapped his hands around my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed, shoved my legs open, and dove in.

“Jesus, Sebastian, slow down!” I gasped.

“No.” He growled the one-word answer.

“But I—oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohhhhhh—
ffffffuuuuuck
!” A shock of utter bliss drew the word out of me, elongated each consonant, each vowel, each syllable, his mouth closing around my clit, tongue flicking madly, lips creating suction, and then he slid two fingers into my slit and I couldn’t help a gasp from leaving my lips as he scissored his fingers and then curled them inside me to find my G-spot as if he had some kind of radar or divining rod for finding that spot inside me.
 

Two licks, two fingers, and I was gone.

I spasmed off the bed, biting down on my lip to keep silent, and then he swirled his tongue around my clit and I lost it, bucked under him, coming within a record short amount of time.

“God, Dru, you come so easy,” Sebastian breathed, his voice buzzing against my slit. “Gimme another one. Let me feel this pussy squeeze me again.”
 

He added a third finger, and his mouth went back to my pussy and circled my clit, and I’d never in my life come more than once in a single session even on my own, much less before penetration had even occurred, yet there I was hovering on the edge of a second one already.

“Pinch your nipples. Make it hurt.”
 

I
had
to obey. I couldn’t explain it, the effect his commands had on me. I wasn’t a take-orders-easily girl, but something about the way Sebastian growled his orders hit some instinctual nerve inside me and had me obeying him automatically. Had me wanting—no,
needing
—to obey him.

I squeezed both nipples, rolled the erect buttons between fingers and thumbs until heat seared through me at the exquisite sensation.

“Harder,” he snarled. “I said make it
hurt
.”
 

So I pinched my nipples hard enough that a whimper left my lips, but the pain turned instantly into something else as his thick fingers worked in and out of me and his tongue and lips scoured my clit and labia.
 

And then I felt a sharp sting just outside my outer labia, in the crease where pussy met thigh, and my eyes flicked open to see Sebastian moving back to licking my clit. I leaned forward, pulled at the skin, and saw that he’d left a big, dark love bite there.

“You…gave me a…a hickey—” I demanded, between barely-suppressed gasps of pleasure, “on my
pussy
?”

He glanced up at me across my body, and his smile wasn’t sweet or kind or affectionate, but wild and fierce. He bent closer to my core, pulled my thigh aside and pressed his lips to the same spot on the opposite side, and I felt the nip of his teeth and the suction of his tongue and lips in a sharp sting, and then he pulled away, leaving another hickey.
 

“Mine.” His tone brooked no disagreement, and his hands on my body left no room for argument.
 

His? Fuck, there was no way I’d survive that.

But then thoughts were eradicated as he went back to driving my orgasm out of me.
 

Didn’t take him long.
 

I felt it boiling, and this time I didn’t need his command for my fingers to find my nipples and pinch them
hard
, and then heat and tension were blasting through me and washing over me, and I was seeing stars, darkness rippling across my vision as I arched up off the bed. His hands were under my ass, lifting me off the bed, holding me against his mouth as he licked and sucked me through the orgasm, and then set me down and his tongue kept going, wet and warm and insistent and hungry, sliding down my slit to lick at the seeping juices of my desire.
 

When he’d lapped me clean, he finally crawled up my body and onto the bed, hauled me to the pillows, once again manhandling me as if I weighed nothing, as if I was his to do with as he wished.

And I was, wasn’t I? I’d put myself in his hands, let him lock the door behind us, and now I was naked, flush with two intense orgasms, and not even remotely sated.
 

I expected him to demand I return the favor, suck him to hardness again, but instead he lay against the pillows on his side, pulled me to him and wrapped me up in his arms. Both arms went around me like steel bands, crushing me against his body. I smelled him, felt him, felt his heat and the softness of his skin…

And then he cupped my face and tilted my mouth to his and kissed me.

Slowly.

Deeply.

Thoroughly.

He fucked me with his mouth as intimately and deliriously as he was going to fuck my pussy. I moaned, because how could I not? His tongue was plundering the cavity of my mouth, tangling with my tongue and tracing my teeth, and I was safe and warm locked in his powerful arms. He had one hand on my cheek, fingers brushing past my ear and his thumb under my jaw, directing the kiss, and his other arm was tucked under the hollow where my hip dipped in to my waist, and his hand was splayed across my ass, fingers dimpling the flesh, clutching, pawing, kneading, exploring the expanse and curve of each globe in turn. And god, why was that simple touch so fucking erotic? All he was doing was caressing my ass, but it sent thrills through me, made my hips push against his body, forced my thighs to open and accept his leg between them in a poor excuse for what I really wanted: his cock, erect and inside me.

But he was in no hurry.
 

He kissed me with artistry and passion, cupping my face and exploring my ass at the same time. How long did we lay there, on his bed, wrapped up in each other, just kissing? I had no idea. Forever. All day. All night. Or maybe just a few minutes. Not long enough, surely. His kiss was intoxicating, his touch like fire on my skin.
 

And then I felt his cock thickening against my hip and belly. I brought my hand to his face, caressed his rough stubble and put all of myself into the kiss, gave back, tasted his tongue, sucked his breath into my lungs. I had to. I couldn’t not. You don’t get kissed like that and not give it back. It leaves you delirious, wild. There was a tumult deep inside me, a crazy rush of emotions I didn’t dare examine, so I shoved them all deep down and focused on the taste of his lips and the feel of his stubble under my palm, and then I wedged my other hand between our bodies and found his cock.
 

He hissed between his teeth as I fondled him, feeling him hardening in my hand. “Your touch is like magic, Dru. I don’t know what it is you do to me, but just your hand on my cock makes me crazy.”
 

“Fuck me, Sebastian.” I whispered this against his lips. “I need your cock inside me so fucking bad.”

8

Sebastian

Holy shit, her voice as she begged me for my cock? Her eyes? She was trembling, shivering, her thighs quaking around my leg. I’ve always been blessed with a refractory period as short as my cock is big, but something about Dru had me hard as steel faster than ever, and now she was begging me for it?