The Wild One (12 page)

She wanted nothing more than to share Andrew’s bed as much as she could, as many times as she could, until the D.A.’s office came to get her. And there was no excuse she could give to Andrew that would explain not doing exactly what they both wanted, without also blowing her cover.

When they got back to his room, he didn’t waste much time. He once again pulled her t-shirt over her head and unhooked her bra. Then he pushed his face into hers, rubbing his five-o-clock shadow against her smooth cheek, which sent a weird thrill through her body, all the way down to her core.

“Pants,” he said, as if sensing the flurry of activity he was causing down there.

She quickly dispensed of her pants and hiking boots, only to have him nudge her back onto bed.

She had a slight moment of panic when she ended up splayed out in front of him on her back, but he didn’t try to lie on top of her like last time. Instead he stayed standing and oh-so-slowly pulled her cotton panties off.

For a moment he stared at her naked pussy. “I never would have expected you to keep it hairless like this. That just doesn’t say Layla to me.”

“More changes. Surprise,” she tried to joke, but it sounded weak, since she was growing increasingly self-conscious under his stare.

“I’ve been thinking about getting a good look at it all day. About tasting you like this…”

He dropped his head down and dipped his tongue in. She nearly bucked off the bed. The problem with drunken sex was it usually didn’t inspire oral on the guy’s part and when it did, it tended to be sloppy.

But the way Andrew kissed her down there, it was like his tongue had a strange electricity in it, and it shot bolts of desire down both her thighs to the point that she could feel herself creaming into his mouth.

“Yes, I love how wet you get for me, are you going to stay this wet when I have my dick all the way inside you?”

She moaned.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. Then he moved his tongue from her clit to the entrance of her tunnel, using his nose to maintain pressure on the button he was no longer lathing. It shouldn’t have felt as good as having his cock inside her, but then he started swirling his tongue around her opening, using his thumb to rub her clit and like a tenacious explorer, he found her G-spot. She came apart and to her embarrassment, actually squirted into his mouth. But she was coming too hard to apologize. She couldn’t breath much less squeeze words out for an apology.

Andrew laughed. “If you’re going to make me swallow, you’re going to have to return the favor soon.”

But before she could answer that, he said. “Turn over. I want to get a look at the sweet ass you were barely hiding under that skirt.”

She did as he said, glad he didn’t want to go for missionary, which would have made her freak out no matter how turned on she was.

“I like this picture,” she heard him say behind her. She could practically feel his eyes devouring her. “Do me a favor and fuck my hand. My thumb’s already had it’s fun, now I want my whole hand to smell like you.”

Her breath caught as he eased his first two fingers into her then paused, honestly expecting her to do as he said.

Roxxy’s mind had reservations, but her body seemed to have no problems with the command whatsoever. She felt herself moving back and forth on his fingers, only stopping with a gasp when he added in the third.

“I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to get four fingers into you. You were tight last night. But you’re so wet right now, I think we ought to try. Open wider for me, sweetheart.”

This time there was no hesitation, like the wanton woman she’d thought she had only been pretending to be on stage, she greedily open her legs for the fourth finger, crying out with pleasure as she rocked her hips back and forth on his hand, which was now covered with her essence.

She was acting like a total slut, but she didn’t care. She was so close to coming again, all she cared about was making it over that edge. And then the fingers were gone, and she whimpered.

“Sorry,” she heard him say. And then came the sound of him unzipping his jeans. “You’re too fucking hot to toy with for too long. My cock is threatening mutiny if I don’t let it inside of you. But I need an invitation.”

“You’re invited!” she assured him. “Please put it inside of me, now. Please.”

Despite his insinuation the night before that he would make her beg the next time, he pushed inside of her without further delay and she nearly collapsed on the bed, the pleasure of having him fill her was so intense. His hand had been good, but having him come at her from behind, she’d never felt anything like it. It wasn’t long before she felt her pussy clamping down on his cock, sucking him into her own orgasm. She came first, but he toppled soon afterwards, squeezing his fingers into her hips, like vices, until his own cum was fully released inside of her.

He fell into the bed beside her, breathing hard. They didn’t say a thing, just let the afterglow slide over them, until their breathing evened out.

Andrew wrapped his arms around her from behind, just like he had in the barn, and for a minute she thought maybe he had fallen asleep. But then he whispered into her ear, “I don’t know what was going on with you tonight, but if you go back to him, I’ll never fucking talk to you again. I won’t be able to be chivalrous next time.”

“I won’t,” she said, meaning it. Because she didn’t care who this Nathan was, she couldn’t imagine he had anything on his brother.

“But if you do…”

“I won’t,” she said again.

He seemed to accept this, because pretty soon he really did fall asleep. And she did, too.

CHAPTER 15

THIS
time it wasn’t knocking that woke her from her delicious sleep but a certain grinding. More specifically, Andrew behind her, moving his hips in a circle, with his bold erection lodged against the bottom of her now panty-clad pussy.

Late last night she’d gotten up to use the bathroom and had gone back to her room to retrieve a new pair of underwear and a t-shirt. But now she was regretting her late night concession to modesty, because it was getting in the way of her morning delight.

Was he asleep? She kind of liked the idea of him losing control of himself and spilling all over her panties, the way she’d done all over him.

But soon he dashed that small hope. “You covered up,” he growled in her ear.

“I’m really wishing I hadn’t,” she confessed, pushing back against him so she could feel more of his hard length against her slit.

At the same time, his arms snaked under her top, and he took hold of her breasts, pressing the globes together in a way that made her squirm so bad against him, it felt like her pussy was on fire.

“Fuck, Layla,” he said in her ear. “Give me an invitation.”

“You’re invited,” she told him. “Get in.”

“No, even nicer than that.”

“Get in, please.”

He chuckled behind her. “Even nicer. I know you can be very nice if you put your mind to it.”

For a few moments, Roxxy’s brain reeled. What did he mean? How could she ask any nicer?

In a fit of desperation, she reached down and pulled aside the crotch of her panties, revealing the naked pussy Andrew loved so much, now slick with her juices. “See how bad I want you, Andrew?” she said. “Please come in.”

“Fucking hell, Layla.” His hands went from her breasts to her shoulders, hooking over them and pulling her down so her wet pussy slid onto his hard cock without any further conversation.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re so tight and wet,” he said. “How long do you think you’ll last this time before coming all over my cock again?”

She honestly didn’t know, and she was too overcome by the way he was thrusting up into her to even attempt to answer. He was packed so tight into her pussy, she could feel the pulse of his cock as he moved inside her.

It got to the point that she had to bite down on one of the hands he had on her shoulder to keep from screaming.

But he didn’t let her go, just kept thrusting into her hard and long, his strong arms squeezing her swollen breasts together, the cool air of the overhead fan making her shiver. Her exposed front side was now covered with sweat, and she could feel her naked pussy quivering, begging for even more.

As if reading her mind, he said. “You’re still with me. Is it because you’re one of those girls who needs to be released?”

Her clit responding with a throbbing scream. “Yes! Yes!” she said. “Please, touch me there.”

Andrew made a tutting sound. “My hands are too busy keeping you on my cock. You’re going to touch yourself for me, sweetheart. I’ve jerked off enough thinking about you. Let me see how you look touching yourself with me inside you.”

Her manic clit didn’t let her have any modesty, even on this point. She reached down and started working two fingers against her swollen button. The other one came up to her breasts and began to rub the nipple.

He grunted out, almost like he was in pain, and she felt him bury his face in the back of her neck. “I was wrong. I can’t watch you do that or I’m going to lose it.”

“It’s okay if you lose it,” she told him. Then her swollen pussy lips clenched around her fingers and the other hand tightened over her nipple as she showed him exactly what she meant by losing it.

“Oh, Andrew!” She went rigid, then she shuddered to a conclusion, every body part tingling with amazing sensation. It felt like her heart had burst open and released confetti.

And throughout it all, Andrew held her close, as if her coming gave him more pleasure than his own release, which she distantly noted still hadn’t happened.

“Layla, that was so fucking hot,” he said, coming out of her. “Turn over. I want to see you right now.”

She turned over and was taken aback by the softness in his eyes, like he was in awe of having her there, in his bed. But not because she was a worldwide celebrity, just because she was a woman and he wanted her.

He looked at her for so long, she began to think that was how he would spend the morning, despite the lingering evidence of his continued arousal. But then he cupped her around the back of her neck and captured her mouth in a slow kiss that burned all the way down to her womb.

She had sung about these kinds of kisses before, but never had she received one quite like this. The way Andrew explored her mouth with his, it wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt before. And soon she was feeling hot and bothered below, becoming newly desperate to have him inside her again.

“You didn’t come,” she said against his mouth. “Do you need another invitation? Because believe me, the last one still stands.”

He laughed against her lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I intend to take full advantage of your beautiful body, but I’m going to take my time.”

He slipped inside of her, and as if to illustrate his point, began slowly rolling his hips into her. “No rushing me. If it takes all morning, it takes all morning.”

Feeling bold, she asked, “But how about if my clit needs extra attention again? After all, I am one of those girls.”

“No more touching yourself either,” he said, with a smile. “Tell your clit not to worry. I’ll take care of it.” He kissed her again. “When I’m ready to.”

As if to illustrate his point, his rolling strokes became so slow that by the time each one was done, nothing inside her pussy had been left untouched, including her clit.

She closed her eyes, wondering how she could become so hot for him again after just having the best orgasm of her life. Later she would regret this action, closing her eyes and letting him completely take over. If she’d kept them open and if she hadn’t been so sex drunk, she might have been able to stop him before he did what he did next.

But as it was, he caught her completely by surprise when he flipped her over onto her back.

One minute she was feeling like the most cherished woman in the world, and the next, she was sixteen again, with a sweaty record label head lying on top her, using his weight and muscle to pin her down beneath him.

“No! No!” she screamed.

“What? Now, you want to act like you didn’t know what this meeting was all about?” the exec asked. “You think the head of a major music label is just going to invite you up to his office after everybody else has gone home because he really wants to hear you audition?”

That was exactly what she had thought, exactly what her mother had told her this meeting would be about. She just had to sing a couple of songs for him a capella, Shirelle had said, prove she had true talent, and that her demo hadn’t been a fluke.

She hadn’t been prepared when the executive had invited her to sit down on his leather couch and then unexpectedly took a seat right beside her, uncomfortably close. But she didn’t want to disappoint Shirelle, who had told her they needed this contract to finally make their dreams come true.

“Be nice,” she’d told Roxxy, who was known to clam up or withdraw when she got too nervous. “Keep on smiling and talking to him. I don’t care how nervous you are.”

So that was what she did when the exec sat so close to her, the sides of their legs were touching. She even managed to keep her smile pasted on when he put a clammy hand on her bare knee.

But when he’d started kissing her, and pushed her back into the couch, she couldn’t pretend anymore, even after he chastised her for not knowing the deal from the beginning.

“No! No!” she screamed again when he grabbed the hands that were trying to push him off and pinned them above her head.

But it was too late. He’d gotten underneath the short school skirt she was wearing and ripped into her, tearing into her hymen without another thought.

“Get off me! Get off me!” Hot tears of pain and frustration filled her eyes, and she bucked her hips, trying to dislodge him, even though she could barely move under his heavy weight.

Somehow she managed to work one hand free and scratch his face, so hard it left tracks of blood.

In the original version, he’d screeched, then raised up and punched her in the face, once, twice, three times, so she could do little more than loll her head to the side in a daze as he finished on top of her, seemingly even more turned on by the fact that her face was now a bloody mess. It’d taken weeks for her face to heal, but her mother had been overcome with glee. Apparently this had been much better than her suggestion of being nice to the label head, because he’d agreed to a two-record deal to avoid Shirelle pressing charges on her daughter’s behalf.