Taming the Bad Girl (7 page)

He growled. “I was.
Though you
don’t seem to be able to.”

How right he was, though he didn’t really know
it.
I can’t let you go….
The words
whispered through my mind and with them came anger.
Wonderful,
beautiful anger, straight to my rescue, overriding the nerves and the hurt
enough that I could give him a snarky smile.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Then why bring it up?”

“A slip of the tongue.”

“So finish the slip,” Giles demanded. “Finish
it, Lucy, once and for fucking all.”

I glared and tossed my hair back. Loathing and
longing pulsing through me.
“Before we nearly made a huge
mistake.”

“A mistake?”
He stepped even closer. “Is that what you’re calling it? I got the
impression we did make it, never mind nearly. I have some very vivid memories
of our…mistake.”

“No, Giles,” I said “A mistake would have been
doing it more than once. That night was just….” I waved my hands, trying to
find the words to sum it up in as nasty a way as I could.
“A
blip.
Something that should never have happened.
I realized that the moment you went mental over a stupid phone call.”

“A phone call from another
man!”

“Whatever. It’s done now, just like you wanted.”

“Is that right?” I could feel tension radiating
off him—
which
made no sense—but maybe he was as angry
as I was. After all, no man liked to be labeled a blip and certainly not one as
masculine as Giles.

 
“Yes it
is,” I insisted, eyeing the door. “Thank God I learnt my lesson in time.”

“But you haven’t,” Giles said, practically
seething. “You’ve got a whole lot to learn yet, sweetheart.”

Chapter Ten

Giles: A step, a sigh and then you’re right back in the game.

I pulled her into my arms, ignoring her gasp of
outrage, and wound my arms around her slim waist. She fit so perfectly and
anger pulsed through me. A mistake, was I?
A blip?
So
finally she’d admitted it!
Just like I’d known all along.
Damn her, I’d show her a mistake.

My mouth found hers before she could stop me and
all at once it was like coming home. She mewed against my lips, but again I
took no notice. I consumed her mouth, thrusting my tongue in, demanding her
acceptance. She stiffened in my arms, pushing against me, and I was sure she
was going to deny me. Push me off. Tell me there was no chance in hell of this
ever happening
. A mistake
…
Just a fuck
…. But then she melted, I
could actually feel it. Her resistance went, her body molded against my own,
her tongue found mine and I wanted to shout my satisfaction.

We kissed for what seemed like hours, days, but
was
maybe only minutes. I didn’t know. Pleasure wrapped
around my body, pulsed along my cock,
filled
my mind.
How many nights had I taken myself in hand, pleasured my own shaft, all the
while thoughts of her slipping in? And now I had her. Now she was in my arms
again. It was almost too much to comprehend and because of that, in that moment
it didn’t matter that she didn’t want me like I wanted her, that I was going to
be just another fuck, another mistake. I’d take it. It was enough right now. It
would have to be.

I backed her up against the filing cabinet and
ran her dress up her thighs until it bunched around her waist. She moaned and
undulated against me, ramping up my excitement to the point of unbearable. The
kiss deepened and I lifted her into my arms. She weighed hardly anything. Her
legs wrapped around me and my hands moved underneath her perfect ass, squeezing
and molding. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my dick and I almost
shot my load right there and then. But I’d waited too long for this. So many
months waiting that I knew I’d hold on.

Without really thinking about it I turned and
dropped her on the edge of my desk. The movement was enough for our lips to
unlock and I paused, wondering if now would be the moment she’d refuse me. But
the look on her face caught me by surprise. She was flushed, excitement and
something I couldn’t quite identify sparkling in her eyes.

She reached up, undid my tie, and popped the buttons
of my shirt, exposing my chest, the muscles I knew she’d loved the last time
I’d had her.

“Touch me, Luce,” I whispered. “Let me feel your
hands on me.”

She complied.
Running along my
pecs
, across my
ab
muscles,
before leaning in and taking one of my nipples in her mouth.
She tugged
on it, nipped it and my dick almost burst through my zipper. I reached down and
let it out, then nudged her thighs apart.

“My tights,” she whispered. “I need to…”

I ripped them along the length of the crotch.
Scarlet panties that were already drenched flashed through the material. I
ripped those too.

“Giles!”

Her voice held a world of shock, but there was
no fucking way I was giving her even a moment to think about what we were
doing. The
idea that she might realize what the hell was
going on and push
me aside with a taunting look and a snarky smile
horrified me. I had to have her! I fucking had to. She was driving me crazy and
though I knew this was wrong in so many ways I was too far gone to care. Anger
and lust drove me. Tomorrow would be the time for regrets, not now. Not when I
had exactly what I wanted mere inches from me.

“Open you legs, Luce,” I said.
“Nice and wide for me.”

“Are we really going to do this?” she whispered.

“Fuck?” I asked.

“Yes.”

To answer her I took either side of the vertical
split at the top of her scarlet dress, the part that allowed far too much
cleavage to peek through, and ripped that too. She gasped. I ignored it. There
they were.
Those perfect, tiny breasts.

I pushed her bra aside, almost smiling as I felt
the padding in it. Then bent down and took one of her lovely tits in my mouth.
She was so small I could fit the whole nipple and nearly the whole breast in.
It felt so fucking good.

“Giles…
oohhh
…yes….”

I licked and laved and nipped and she loved it.
She writhed against me, panting and moaning. Her hand fisted into my hair,
pushing me against her. I switched across to the other one and gave it equal
attention.

“More, oh, God, more.”

“There’s plenty more,” I said, pulling away from
her luscious breasts, the words tumbling from me. “Why haven’t you realized I’d
always give you more?”

Our eyes met. Something all wrong pulsing across
us again. “Giles,” she whispered. “I….”

And then without so much as another word,
without so much as a warning, I buried my cock in her pussy.

Chapter Eleven

Lucy: It’s only a mistake if you regret it after…and I would, so
yeah it probably was, damn it.

Wrong,
wrong, wrong
, my mind chanted.
Wrong
. My body disagreed.
Right,
right, right
, it screamed.
Right
.
I shook my head trying to clear it.
Confusion prodding me, entreating me to stop, to think about what
the hell I was doing.
It warred with the pleasure erupting from my
nipples, like a zoom shot straight down to my clit, begging me to carry on.
Dual desires, each dragging at me in different directions.
I
knew which I wanted to win, and with each flick of Giles’ tongue the odds got
shorter.

“More, oh, God, more,” I begged, knowing I
needed the pleasure to chase away the confusion. That was what I wanted, wasn’t
it? What I’d longed for all this time.

Giles complied.
Pulling my
nipple into his mouth, laving it across the roof.
Budding
it to the point where I thought I’d scream. I pulled on his hair, pushing him
closer and he did not stop me. Why this was happening I didn’t know. It was all
kinds of wrong, all kinds of right, but I didn’t want to analyze it. I wanted
to feel, to experience, and ignore the doubts and worries. After all these
months I deserved that much at least, didn’t I?

“There’s plenty more,” Giles said, pulling away
from my breasts. “Why haven’t you realized I’d always give you more?”

The confusion reared again. What did he mean? I
looked up trying to understand and saw something in his expression I’d never
seen before. I couldn’t even begin to identify it.

“Giles,” I sighed. “I….”

He plunged into me before I could say another
word and I screamed in pleasure. I was full, completely full for the first time
in so long. No one, none of the other men had even come close. Why hadn’t I
realized that? None of them could, or would, ever feel like Giles. None had his
cock, his perfect, thick cock.

“Oh, God, yes,” I moaned. “Yes.”

He pulled back out, teasing me with the tip,
before plunging right back in, filling me with his length. I felt myself
contract around him, drawing him in deeper.
Loving the feel
of it.

“Oh God, Giles,” I sobbed. “That feels so
fucking good.”

“More?” he asked.

I nodded against his chest and he reached round
to lift my ass from the desk, molding his big hands underneath it. He tilted me
up so that my pussy was angled for his dick. The feel of being moved in such a
way whilst he was still inside me sent a riot of pleasure rippling through my
pelvis and I gasped.

Out he went, and then back in. I could feel his
length stroking my walls. Bringing them back to life, and I fisted my hands in
his open shirt, one either side, desperately trying to hang on.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast,” Giles
whispered. “I can’t give you gentle now. It’s been too long.”

I nodded again. Willing to take whatever the
hell I could get. “Yes. Fuck me, Giles. Fill me up.”

He growled and plunged into me. I wrapped my
thighs tight around him, hooking them behind his broad back. In and out he
went. Lifting my ass with each thrust so that as he fucked me I fucked him
back, melting in the middle, each pelvis slapping against the other.
 

“You drive me crazy,” Giles growled.
“God, Luce, how do you do this to me?”

His fingers dug into my ass cheeks, one of them
perilously close to my hole. He must have realized because all of a sudden it
was moving in little circles, teasing me. I gasped.

“How?”
Giles demanded.
“After all this fucking time.”

I couldn’t reply, couldn’t even think about his
words and what they might mean. My breath was coming in short gasps, pleasure
tingling from his dick all the way down to my toes. An orgasm was building.
Hell, it had been so long since anyone had prodded one from me I could barely
believe it. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, gripped his shirt so hard I was
sure I heard it rip and flung my head back—urging the orgasm to claim me.

Giles increased his speed exactly as I needed
him to. Harder and harder, each thrust shuddering through my body. So close, I
was so close…and then it hit and I screamed.
“Giles!”

“Yes,” I heard him say. “Good girl. Come for me,
milk me.”

“Oh, God.”
The orgasm pulsed through me, waves of pleasure rippling through my
pussy, up my stomach, all the way to my chest. Tingles and spasms and damn it
was so fucking amazing!

“Shit, Luce,” Giles groaned. “I’m coming…too
soon….”

Wrapped in my own pleasure I pulled him closer.
Our bodies were slicked with sweat, skin to skin—so good. And then I felt him,
felt his cock pulse inside me.
His hot cum spurting into my
womb.
Deep and hard and so perfect, increasing the
last vestiges of my own pleasure.

“Yes,” I encouraged. “Fill me, Giles. Fill me
up.”

He groaned and dropped his forehead onto my
shoulder, his breath heavy in my ear.
His hands slowly
squeezing my ass cheeks, his hips still pumping me with a gentle rhythm.

“Lucy,” he sighed. “Lucy.”

I sighed back and rubbed my palms across his
chest, before dropping a kiss onto the side of his jaw. We were both still
dressed and suddenly I imagined what an onlooker would see. Me with my dress
bunched around my waist, my tights trailing on the floor, ripped in two. Giles
had done no more than unzip his pants whilst I’d undone his shirt. It was
ridiculous that we could have been so frantic for one another we hadn’t even
paused. But despite all of that, despite everything, I felt…at peace. That was
the only way to describe it. My heart beat in a slow, even fashion,
my
skin seemed to have loosened and all the tension I’d
lived with for so long had sort of dissipated, shot away by my Giles-induced
orgasm.