Bad Boy Revelation (Alpha Bad Boy Book 1) (12 page)

"I'm going to get another drink.  Joel, you want to come?  You look a little dry."

"Absolutely."

I throw Tommy a wink and he smiles.

We walk up slowly to the bar and I start to order.  Joel puts his hand on my lower back, trying to be nonchalant about it.  It sends a shudder up through my shoulders.  I hope he didn't feel that.  I love the way he touches me.

He leans over my shoulder and whispers, "Can you grab me a Glenfiddich on the rocks?"

He lingers, exhaling down my neck and my panties are officially drenched.  This fucker, I think it's my turn to play.

"Sure babe, you got it."

I bend far over the bar to get the guy's attention.  When I lean back I put my ass right in his crotch and rub it gently on his hard prick.  God damn, his cock is hard and perfect as it presses into my ass.  Everything about him is perfect.

I hear him grunt a little bit.  My ass has that effect sometimes.

"Oops, sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it," he says, trying not to look aroused.

"You should register that thing as a deadly weapon."  I nod towards the bulge in his pants.

"I could say the same about that ass of yours."

I giggle a little. 
Jesus, stop acting like a girl.
  This guy is getting into my head.  I know I'm in his though.

"You want to get out of here?" he asks.

"What about Tommy?"

"He's a big boy.  He has a driver's license."

"You'd just bail on your friend?  Isn't that kind of shitty?"

"Not to leave with you.  He'd understand."

What a prick.  He's going to pay for that as well.

"So you're going to give me a ride home?"

"Sure, I'll give you a
ride
."

My eyebrows perk up and feign interest.  What a cheesy line, you're better than that, Joel.

"Ohh, a
ride
huh?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"What kind of
ride
?"

"Just a ride to your house.  I'll
drive
you home."

Does this shit really work?  I'm losing respect for every victim of his corny lines.

"I think that sounds—fun.  What kind of car do you drive?"

His eyes light up.

"A '67 Fastback."

Panties completely saturated now, must recover.

"That's a fast car.  My ex-boyfriend had a '67.  A Shelby GT 500."

A dejected look crawls over his face. 
What's wrong Joel?  You jealous?  Feeling inadequate now?
  My last boyfriend drove a Prius and was a tool bag, but you don't need to know that.  You don't need to know that if it weren't for Olivia, I'd probably fuck your brains in, riding you on the hood of that muscle car and making you scream my name over and over.

"That's ummm, a nice car.  I love Shelby's."

That's right, bitch.

"Oh my god, I was so in love with his car.  He was a surgeon at the children's hospital.  We were actually engaged, so technically he was my fiancée."

He's getting ridiculously jealous.  I'm laughing on the inside.  I don't know if it's a good idea to have him give me a ride home though.  His car is guaranteed to make me all hot and excited, and then there is no telling what might happen.

"Sounds like a great guy," he mumbles.

"He was, but he decided to marry his job.  He went to work in Africa.  Doctors without borders was his calling.  I couldn't stand in the way."

Where do I come up with this shit?  I can't believe he's still standing there.  I've one-upped everything about him.  I need to flirt a little more to balance it out.

I grab his tie playfully.

"I love this tie.  It looks good on you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah.  I know something else that would look good on you."

"What's that?" he asks playfully.

I lean in to his ear and whisper, "It's a secret."

"Oh really?"

"Mmmmmhmmmm," I say, nodding my head slowly and smiling.

I grab the two scotches that are sitting on the bar.

"We better get back now."

I brush my ass up against his perfect cock as I walk by.  His eyes close and his knees knock together. 
I own your ass, Joel
.  You're going to be jerking off for weeks.  No amount of pussy will compare to the thought of having me, and you will
not
be having me.

***

It's getting late and I'm actually getting tired.  Physically anyway, I could stay up and watch Joel squirm all night.  It's obvious he's not used to this kind of treatment.  Maybe if a woman told him no once in a while he wouldn't think he could fuck whomever he pleases.  Cocky bastard.

"Guys, I'm gonna have to get home and get to bed."

"I'll give you a ride," Joel says with a wink.  "Tommy, you're good, right?"

"Yeah boss, good to go."

"Well, ok then.  Brandi, I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask.

"Yep, see you then."

I walk by Tommy and whisper in his ear.  "Do not hook up with her.  I will find you a good girl, ok?"

"You promise?" he asks.  I love that guy.  He's such a good friend.  I'm sure Joel's probably a good friend to him as well, just an asshole when it comes to a girl's feelings.

I look at Joel and smile. 
Ready for your balls to ache, big guy?

We walk out towards his car.  When I see it I almost lose my shit right then and there.  It is fucking beautiful.  It should be illegal for a man as hot as him and drive such a gorgeous beast.

I try not to look impressed, but it's difficult.  He opens the door for me.  It's actually kind of nice.

I mean to say thank you, but all I can do is sit there and anticipate him firing up this magnificent panty-dropper.

He turns the key and she explodes under the hood.  I am on fire as the energy rushes through the seats.  I am so fucking hot right now.  I want to yank his pants off and ride him so fucking bad.  I can't stop looking over at his bulging prick and he knows it.  God, the thought of it just a few feet away has me hornier than I've ever been in my life.

I have to remind myself every two seconds to think of Livi.  She would murder me if I fucked him.  Seriously, she's pretty crazy.  I might just wake up with a knife to my throat.

"It's a rush isn't it?  Riding in this car?"

"It's ok."

He looks irritated again.  It's not the reaction he was hoping for.

"Where do you live?"

"Fifth and Nashville."

"Well, alright then."

He hammers the gas and forces my chest into the seat.  I'm so fucking aroused.  I can see him staring right at my tits.  They get attention wherever I go, and the rumbling of all eight cylinders has them bouncing non-stop, even with a bra.

It's time to do a number on this guy, for Livi of course.  I'm going to drive this fucker insane.  I've had just enough booze to get dirty and it'll help get rid of the urge to ride his cock all fucking night.

"Your car makes me so fucking wet when we go fast."

He swerves a little while I smile, watching him squirm in his seat.

"I can't fucking help myself, I'm so god damn horny right now.  It's been a while."

I start rubbing on my tits, right in front of him.  I tweak my nipples a bit and moan as the vibrations of the car make my clit ache for him.

I move another hand down my stomach slowly and he watches it disappear into my jeans.  I have my eyes closed, secretly imagining him touching me, running his tongue along my thighs and up to my moist lips.

I start to rub on my clit, trying to imagine it's his fingers and forget that it's my own.  I open my eyes wide and stare right at him.  He's shifting in his seat and I can imagine him dreaming about fucking me.  I remember every inch of his cock from rubbing my ass against it and I think about taking it in and out of my mouth, and feeling it inside me.

He reaches over for my left breast and I smack his hand away.

"Just enjoy the show, you lucky bastard."

I run my hand up my shirt and grab at my breasts over the top of my bra.

"Is this why you brought me in this car?  To get me all fucking hot and wet?"

"Hell yes it is."

I unbutton my pants and pull them to my knees along with my soaking wet panties.

I shove my hips up in the air and grind on my fingers, circling my clit, while he stares down at me.  He's looking in disbelief and almost takes out a mailbox.  I'm moaning and grunting as I imagine him shoving himself into me over and over.  I can feel the tension building inside.  I can't believe I'm playing with myself in front of this guy.  I've never done anything like this before.

I start hammering my fingers in and out, drenching his seat in my juices.

"Ohhhh, fuck," I moan.

He can barely speak.  Apparently he's never had a woman finger fuck herself in front of him.  I thought this guy was some kind of master in the bedroom?

He reaches over again, this time going for my pussy that's filled with my two fingers.  I take my other hand out of my shirt and smack his hand away again.

"Bad boy!  Wait your fucking turn."

I look over and see him rubbing on his cock, going insane.  Watching him stroke his dick, knowing how bad he wants to fuck me, makes me want him even more.  I look up and realize I'm going to have to get off soon.  My house is coming up shortly.

"Ohhhhh, fuck!" I scream.

I start circling my little jelly bean with my thumb and jam my fingers in and out of my tight, hot tunnel.  I'm about to come all over the seat of this beautiful car and I don't care one bit.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna fuckin' come!"

I pull my fingers out and slap my swollen mound, before plowing them back inside me, hammering myself even harder than before.  My pussy, legs, and hips are now officially drenched.  I can feel my juices running down my thighs onto his seat.  He doesn't care one bit.  He's too busy watching me finger bang my little cunt right in his face.

"There it is, there, there!!"

I reach with my left arm and grab hold of his forearm as I convulse in his seat, my fingers as far inside as they can reach.  I pause as I squeeze myself around my them and my legs straighten into the floorboard.  An intense surge of tingling and heat radiates through my body and ripples to my toes and fingertips.  It is fucking intense and I dig my nails in his arm so hard that I draw some blood.

"Fuck!" I scream at the top of my lungs.  "Fucking shit, my god!"

I wrap up as we pull down my street.

"There it is, right there," I say, panting uncontrollably.

I point to my house and he pulls up in front.  He starts to lean over as if it's time for him to join in.  I push him away and pull my panties and jeans over my hips and button them back up.  I give him a quick pat on the cheek and then stare down at the blood dripping from his arm.  He looks like a confused little boy who just had his favorite toy taken away.

"Thanks for the ride, I had a great time."

I hop out of the car and start to walk inside.  He sits there, awestruck.  Wow, I don't think I've ever had an orgasm like that.  He is one beautiful bastard.  I'm sad that I'll never get to fuck him.  Actually, I'm not sure if I could handle it or not.  I could barely contain myself getting off in front of him.

I turn around and stare at him through the open window.

"By the way, Olivia says to go fuck yourself.  Prick!"

I shoot him the finger and walk to the house, shaking my ass as I head up the steps, then look back to see his mouth wide in disbelief.

I walk inside and wait by the door, imagining him sitting there, wondering what the fuck just happened.

He hammers the gas and drives away, making me hot all over again.  I can see why they call him the panty whisperer, but he's not getting in these panties. 
Ever!