Bad Boy Revelation (Alpha Bad Boy Book 1) (11 page)

"You gonna fucking come for me?"

"Yes, fuck yes, I'm so close.  Please don't stop.  Keep fucking me."

"Well do it then, come on this big fucking prick."

I feel her tighten a little as she bites down on her arm once more.  I start railing her harder and faster and she squeals and stares back at me with a look of pure ecstasy on her face.

"I'm coming!  Fuck me. Fuck me," she screams.

I slam balls deep into her and she is on cloud nine, having the most intense orgasm of her life.  She starts bucking her hips back into me and tries to scream but words won't come out.  I grip her hair even tighter and move my other hand up around her neck, still pounding into her quivering cunt as hard as I can.  She clamps down on me, refusing to release it.  I fucking lose it, she can tell I'm about to blow.

"Get on your fucking knees," I holler.

I slip my dick out of her and it's glistening with her juices.  I start stroking it off as she drops down to her knees in front of me, her back up against the door.

She sticks her chin out in the air while I pump my prick furiously with my hand.  I nod quickly and she opens her mouth.

My legs and ass start to spasm and I can't hold out any longer as my load rushes to the head of my cock.  I release and it sprays into her hair and across her cheek.  The second wave hits her square in the mouth and I can tell she loves every bit of it.  She holds out her tongue as I squeeze out every last ounce, standing there in a daze, a little light-headed.

I slap my swollen head on her tongue a few times and then rub it along her cheek, wiping up my come with it.  She reads my mind and starts licking it off of the tip of my prick and then swallows the head of my cock.  I can feel her tongue cleaning all of it while I'm inside of her mouth.

I finally slip out of her.  She holds out her tongue with a puddle of my jizz squarely in the middle of it, then closes and swallows it all.  She opens back up to show me it's gone.

"Holy fuck," I say.

"That was fucking amazing," she manages to reply while gasping for air.

I hoist her back up under her arms and she shimmies her skirt back down over her ass.  I grab some paper towels and help her get the rest out of her hair.

We walk back out to the table: hair disheveled, both sweaty and panting.  The waitress and a few others stare at us.

"Sorry, she lost a contact," I say with a big smile.

Olivia starts giggling as we near our table.  I throw some cash down for my tab.

"Sorry, I have to get going.  I have some stuff to get done in the morning."

She looks sad, I don't like where this is going.

"You're leaving me already?"

"I'm really sorry.  I have to get some sleep."

"But—"

I cut her off before she says something about wanting to go on a date, or even worse, that she loves me.  Yes it happens.

"Hang on."

I grab a pen from the waitress and scribble down a fake number.  I'm not even sure it has the right amount of digits.

"Give me a call, ok?"

"Ok," she says, now smiling.

God damn, I dodged a bullet there.  I walk out of the bar into the cool night air, feeling like a new man.

You have to be more careful, Joel.  The panty whisperer is nobody's boyfriend.

"CALM DOWN LIVI," I SAY, as she sobs in front of me.

"I don't know why he would do that?  Why would he give me a fake number?" Olivia cries.

Well, maybe if you didn't bang every decent looking guy who smiles at you.

"I don't know, sweetie.  Come here."

I wrap her up in a hug.  This girl is a mess and this guy is a fucking asshole.  I mean she shouldn't be fucking guys in the bathroom of bars and expect a relationship, but he could have at least humored her, let her down easy.

"I fucking hate him.  We have to make him pay for this," she hollers, weeping into my shoulder again.

Man, this guy did a number on her.  Olivia is a sweet girl and the best of friends.  I've known her since we were 10-years-old.  But dealing with men is not her strong suit.  She has no self-control.  She falls hard as soon as she meets somebody and always gives it up way too soon.

"Just give it time, you'll find a good guy."

"No, fuck him!  Fuck that asshole.  You have to get even with him for me.  If anyone can, it's you.  Guys always fall for you."

Yeah, maybe it's because I make them work for it.  Beg for it even.  I love to have sex as much as the next girl, but I don't just offer it up immediately.  Not to mention, watching them squirm in anticipation makes it way more fun.

She starts to smile and I don't like where this is going.

"We're going to make him fall in love with you.  And you're going to crush him."

"Look Liv, I think you're just upset and living in the moment.  Just calm down and give it some time."

My words don't even register, she just stares at me.  I have to say something.

"Come on, I'm really busy.  I have work and ummm..."

"Please," she begs.  "For me?"

I can see I have no choice.  She's not going to drop this.  This is so fucking childish, I don't know why I'm about to agree to it.  But she's always been there for me, and I have to admit, teaching this prick a lesson sounds pretty fun.  He sounds like an arrogant douchebag.

"Fine, I'll do it."

She starts jumping up and down, clapping her hands.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Jesus, how pathetic, she's lucky I love her to death.

"The waitress said he's in there all the time.  It's at McConnell's.  Take Brandi with you, he's already met Jennifer.  He had a friend with him last time, she can keep him occupied."

"So, I'm supposed to sit there every night, waiting for a guy who may or may not come in?  I have no idea what he looks like."

All I get is a stare in return.  Finally, she says, "You'll know when you see him.  Trust me.  He'll hit on you."

"Fine, but you're paying my bar tab for the week."

"I will, I will, I promise."

What am I getting myself into?

***

Brandi and I walk into the bar and head over to a corner booth.  I'm in some jeans and a tight-fitting top.  Nothing too over-the-top sexy, but it'll get the job done.  Getting all dolled up isn't really my style.

We're ogled by a group of older men as we walk in, it's because of me.  Not trying to sound cocky, but I get stares everywhere I go.  Brandi and Livi never want me to go anywhere because the guys always flock to me.

The waitress walks over and I order a scotch on the rocks.  Brandi orders some kind of fruity girl drink.  No wonder guys treat them like little girls.  Probably because when it comes to their social lives, it's exactly what they act like.  Girls don't get respect.  Giving it up immediately doesn't earn a guy's respect.  You have to tease them, leave them wanting.  You can't be a slave to your greater urges, you have to hold out longer than them, which isn't hard to do whether you're dealing with college boys or grown men.  They are horny bastards with one thing on their mind.  It's how they're wired.

"I can't believe I agreed to this shit.  We don't even know what this guy looks like."

"He's fucking gorgeous," Jennifer gushes.  "That's what Livi said anyway.  She couldn't believe he even talked to them.  She said he's about six-foot-two, built like an Olympic swimmer, brown hair, green eyes.  Probably early thirties."

We'll see how fucking gorgeous he is.  Olivia likes to embellish.

"So she really fucked him in the bar?"

"In the bathroom.  Well, according to her, he made her come under the booth and then fucked her in the bathroom."

"Wow."

"Yeah, she said it was incredible.  The best she's ever had, by far."

What is she?  This guy's cheerleader?
  We'll see how beautiful this asshole is when I get done with him.  I might as well have some fun with it.

***

We've been there about an hour when Brandi starts tapping my shoulder repeatedly.

"Oh shit, oh my god, that has to be him, act cool."

Act cool?
  I can see why I don't go out much with them.  They're all great girls who I would do anything for.  But I left the high school boy crushes where they belong, in high school.  I'm surprised she didn't wear some One Direction fan girl t-shirt.

Thank god this asshole turned up on the first night.  Maybe my whole week won't be ruined.  I turn around to see what all the fuss is about and he pierces me with those emerald green eyes.  God damn, they were telling the truth if that's him.  He is a beautiful specimen if there ever was one.  Fuck, he's hot.

"Wow," I say, before I realize the words have escaped my mouth. 

"He's fucking gorgeous."

It doesn't matter.  I'm still going to teach this guy a lesson for fucking my friend over.  I have a few unfamiliar butterflies as I see him and his friend looking over at us.  I don't usually get nervous around men and it's frustrating me.  He turns back to talk to some people.  I'm assuming they are regulars, but he keeps checking me out.

"He's coming over, he's coming over," Brandi says rapidly under her breath.

"Ok, Brandi.  I got it.  Just relax."

"Hi ladies," he says.  Good lord, even his voice is hot.

"Hello," says Brandi.

"I'm Joel."

Confirmation, it's him, Jesus my palms are sweating.  What in the hell?

"Ladies," says his friend.

Talk to the friend.  That always drives them crazy.  His friend is semi-cute.  I'd probably find him more attractive if he wasn't standing next to the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

"Hey," I say flirtatiously.  "What's your name?"

He looks surprised.  I can imagine he feels like the girls when they're out with me.  They're not used to getting attention.

"Ummm, Tommy," he says.

"Well, ummmm Tommy, I could use a drink.  You wanna go grab one?"

"I'm Joel," he interrupts.

"Yeah, that's great," I say in the most sarcastic tone imaginable.

I turn back to Tommy.

"So how about that drink?"

I wink at him.  He gives Joel a sheepish grin and I can tell it's eating at him.  Good, you piece of shit.

"Why, I'd be delighted my lady," he says, offering his arm for me to take hold of.  It's pretty cute, only because I can tell he's joking and rubbing it in Joel's face.

I grab his arm and head off to the bar, leaving Joel with Brandi.  His jaw is damn near on the floor.  I'm sure to shake my ass a little as I walk away.  That'll give him something to jerk off to later.

Tommy and I get to the bar and he orders two scotches.

"So, I don't think I got your name?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm Quinn."

"Nice to meet you, Quinn."

"Do you work out?" I ask him.  I start rubbing on his arm.  It's pretty obvious, but guys are dumb.  Joel is biting his lip at the table with Brandi, continually glancing over at us.  I look back and Tommy is staring at me, but he's not checking me out.  He has a perplexed look on his face.

"What?" I ask.

"Really?  What the fuck is going on here?"

Maybe he's more astute than I thought.  I'm going to play dumb anyway.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, enough with the bullshit.  You're a 12, I'm an 8.5, most of the time."  He cracks a smile, must be an inside joke.  "Joel over there, he's a 12.  Something is going on and I want to know what it is.  You trying to make him jealous?"

This guy is sharp, it makes him more attractive.

"Ok, you got me.  But—you're easily a 9.5," I say with a smile.

He still doesn't buy into my bullshit.

"He did something to you, didn't he?"

I look down at the floor without thinking.  It's an obvious tell.

"Your friend, he did something to one of your friends.  You're getting back at him.  Devilish fucking women, I swear.  It's the redhead isn't it?"

"Hey, don't be an asshole.  And how could you possibly know that?"

"Hah!  I knew it.  She's the only girl he's recently hooked up with in here.  He's been working off site."

He starts laughing and I am seriously confused.  I don't know whether to knock his ass out or laugh with him.

"Well, you don't have to be a dickhead about it."

Fuck, I've ruined the whole thing.  Oh well, I have better shit to do anyway.

"Excuse me, miss?  Don't make me wash your mouth out with soap," he says.

I start laughing.  This guy is a riot.

"Look, if you want to get back at him, it's cool with me.  His ass could use a reality check, but he better not find out that I know."

I smile at Tommy.

"Deal," I say.

"Now go back to feeling on my arm.  That shit makes me feel strong and manly."

I nearly shoot scotch out of my mouth.  I like Tommy.  I can tell he's a good friend.

"So here's the deal—" I start to say.

"I don't even wanna know.  I want to hear about it from him later.  Just know he's a good guy.  He just likes the ladies, a little too much sometimes."

"He is one beautiful fucker, isn't he?" I ask, gazing over at Joel, trying not to look interested.

Tommy puts his hands up under his chin with his arms on the table, looking like he has a schoolgirl crush.

"Oh yes, he's just dreamy.  McDreamy loverballs."

"You should have your own TV show, seriously."

"So what's up with Brandi?  She's cute."

"You can do better, she's boring.  You need an intelligent girl."

"You don't understand.  I'm in a drought.  It's like the Great Depression in my pants."

"Trust me.  I'll find someone for you."

"Well thanks, and just so you know, Joel is relentless.  He won't stop until he has you."

"I'm planning on it."

***

We're over at the table and I'm flirting with Tommy.  He's playing along and I think it's making Brandi a little jealous.  I now have a double mission.  I have to drive Joel crazy, but prevent Brandi from hooking up with Tommy.  He can do so much better.

Joel keeps trying to get close to me and I keep scooting away, pretending he's not even there.  God, his fucking eyes though, and those lips, and that gorgeous smile.  My panties are in a fucking knot, and they are not even close to being dry.  I find myself being jealous of Livi.  I wouldn't mind having him go to town on me under the table, it's been a while.  A girl has needs, but I must remain strong.

It's finally unavoidable and Joel is standing next to me.  I keep giving him one or two word answers to everything he asks.  It's driving him crazy.  Fucker.

"So, what do you do, Quinn?"

"Marketing."

"Oh yeah, anything specific?"

"Not really?"

He's dumbfounded.  I can tell he's used to having girls gush over him. 
That's right you handsome bastard.  I'm going to leave your balls blue and aching. 
He reaches for his drink and rubs up against my hand, it's obviously on purpose.  It sends a wave of nerves firing through my body.  I'm getting flustered, but I manage to play it cool and pull my hand away.

"Sorry about that, was an accident."

No it fucking wasn't, you arrogant prick.  Somehow the topic of sex comes up and Joel looks like he's in heaven.  I stare at him and pretend to look disgusted, even though I'd like to take him out back and fuck his brains in.

They're all trading war stories.  I can't take much more of hearing Joel.  It's making me hot and simultaneously irritated.  I find myself jealous of Olivia again.  If only I'd gotten to him first, then I could have him.  Now I never will.

***

Some time has passed and I've gotten more comfortable around Joel, perhaps a little too comfortable.  I've had three scotches now and I'm starting to loosen up.  I decide it's time to start the flirting.  I have to make him think he's getting laid tonight.