Bad Boy Revelation (Alpha Bad Boy Book 1) (7 page)

She parts her legs as my fingers caress the insides of her thighs, massaging around her swollen lips, brushing my knuckles up against her as she exhales loudly.

"Keep your eyes closed, enjoy the moment."

I pull her dress up over her tight little ass to reveal a sexy black thong.  Yeah, she came prepared.  My right hand reaches around the front of her and I start to tease her little bump in small circles.  She starts to moan and playfully tries to push her ass away from me.  She needs to learn who's in charge.  It's time for her to get what she came for.

I pull her thong to the side with my left hand and bury my nose in her ass, running my tongue the length of her mound and then swirl it around her swollen pink entry.

"Fuck!" she cries out into the city.

That's right.

I stop momentarily and marvel at her ass, slapping lightly as I massage it.  She coos again.  I take both hands and spread her cheeks apart, darting my warm tongue into her little puckered asshole, teasing the rim with the tip.

"Oh my fucking god," she screams.

She's still keeping her eyes closed as she was told.  I continue to flick my tongue around her asshole as I slide my hand up toward that saturated cunt that's now glistening in the moonlight.  I rub up and down her before slowly snaking my fingers inside, one at a time.

God damn she is so fucking wet and tight, my cock is so hard I might pass out.  I imagine how amazing it will feel when she squeezes those walls around me, refusing to let me out of her.

I now have my fingers fully submerged in the depths of her, exploring everything, leaving nothing unpleased.

"Harder," she orders.

I'm not one to say no to requests.

I start ramming her with my fingers to the hilt and she clamps down around them like a vise.  Her pussy is gushing all over my hand and I'm running my fingers around the ridge I've found deep inside of her, watching every reaction on her face, knowing she'll spend the rest of her life dreaming and fantasizing about this moment.

She's holding back, still afraid to let go.  I have to push her past her breaking point.

"Relax, let me please you," I whisper.

Her muscles loosen and I turn up the heat.  I go to town on her needy little cunt, ramming the fuck out of it with my middle and index finger.  She's about to release the flood gates.

"Oh my god.  Oh my god, Joel.  I'm going to fucking come!"

God damn right you are.

I time the moment on her face with the smacking sound of my fingers throttling her pussy.  Right when she's on the edge, I bury my thumb inside of her wet little asshole and give her what she deserves.  She goes wild.  Shuddering and convulsing, I can feel the energy rippling through her thighs and down into her toes and up through her shoulders as she tightens around my fingers.

I don't even give her time to catch her breath.  I need that pussy, now.  I flip her around and set her bare ass on the ledge, her eyes are still closed and her dress is hiked to her hips.  I rip her panties off and shove them in my pocket before taking my pants to my ankles.

"Give me that fucking cock," she manages to say between her intense panting.

I've set another one free.  She is cock hungry and ready.  She hasn't fully recovered from the last orgasm and I plunge into her.  Usually I take my time and go in for the slow entry, but I can tell she wants it rough.  I was right.

"Fuck, you beautiful fucker!" she screams when I go into her.  "Fuck that little pussy like a man!"

Jesus Christ!  I may blow my load in a matter of seconds.  I start pounding my thighs on those ass cheeks and her tight little hole feels fucking amazing as she grips me with her legs.  I wrap my arms around her back and lean her out over the edge of the building.  It's an extremely gutsy move, but it's about to pay some fucking dividends.

She's moaning while being throttled and I lean down and whisper, "Open your eyes."

She slowly opens her eyes and turns her head to see the busy street 30 stories down.  Fear rushes over her face momentarily and then it turns into pure ecstasy as the adrenaline courses through her veins.

How's that for a fucking thrill?

"You like that?" I ask with a smile.

She starts shaking again, tightening around me as I pound every inch of her sweltering tunnel.  She leans her head back and goes limp in my arms, completely trusting me as I keep ramming her over and over.  My balls slapping up against her asshole sends her into a frenzy as she reaches back for her hair.

"Fuck!"

I lift her up, slip my cock out of her, and start slapping my veiny prick on that little cunt, teasing back and forth on her swollen clit.  She's looking straight into my eyes, fear and elation running through her petite frame.  I flip her around and grab the back of her hair.

"You want to get fucked hard?" I say through gritted teeth.

"Maybe," she says while giggling, trying to tease me.

I yank her hair harder.

"Ohhhh," she coos, then starts laughing with excitement.

"You want me to pound that shit from behind?  Yeah.  That's how your dirty ass likes it, huh?  Rough from the back?"

"Stop talking about it and do it, bitch!  Fucking give it to me!"

Holy shit!  This fucking woman.  I shove her forward, bending her over the wall as I slap her ass forcefully, leaving a red handprint.

"God damn!" she squeals.

I start slapping her ass with my rock hard prick that's still soaked in her juices, rubbing it up and down her ass crack.  I reach around and paw at her perky little tits through her dress and squeeze on her erect nipple.

"You want to get fucked with this hard fucking cock?"

"Yes!"

"What's that?"

I slap her with my prick again as her head flies up.

"Please, god damn.  Please fuck me!"

That's what I thought.

I plunge into her from behind and start ramming her up against the wall.  She's looking down at the street below and I can feel the energy and heat shooting into her throbbing cunt.  She starts bucking her ass up against me and I pound it right back in perfect rhythm, shaking her whole body.  I move into jackhammer mode and start railing her as hard and fast as humanly possible.

She's trying to scream, but can barely get any words out as I grab her hair and yank her up towards my face.  I put my hand around her neck, but I don't squeeze.  She's in heaven.  I can tell she's never been fucked like this before, she's only dreamed about it while her fingers made a puddle in her bed sheets.

My face is next to her ear and I whisper, "Ask me."

There is a brief pause.

"Ask me what you want to ask me," I say.

"What's that?"

"You know what you want.  It's what you've always wanted.  All you have to do is ask, and I'll make it come true."

"I want your cock in my ass."

"What's that?  I couldn't hear you."

"I want you to fuck me in the fucking ass," she hollers forcefully.

A wry smile spreads across my face.  It's music to my ears.  I could tell she liked it dark and dirty the first day I met her.

I let my spit drip down in between her ass cheeks, still pummeling her from behind.  I start working my natural lube into that clenched asshole with my thumb while she reaches back and spreads her ass for me.  I'm getting it nice and wet as I slip my cock out of her.

I drop down to my knees.

"Yeah, that's it.  Play with that pussy for me.  Give me a show."

She starts rubbing her hand back and forth over her mound, cooing and moaning up at the bright, full moon.  I spread her ass cheeks, revealing that beautiful asshole that's about to have my cock buried deep inside of it.  I spit all over it and shove my tongue inside.  She jerks suddenly and starts rubbing her clit harder and faster.  I get her nice and wet, plunging my tongue in and out.

I start working my fingers inside, readying her for her wildest fantasies.  I grab a small container of lube from my jacket pocket.  I was hoping I'd get to use it.  I squirt some on her ass and on my fingers and start working it in slowly.  She's moaning as I take my fingers in and out of her, her little hole loosening more each time I press them in.

"Are you ready?"

She nods.

"God yes, I want it."

Now the plunge maneuver doesn't work on the asshole.  That's a good way to send her to the hospital while catching a case of blue balls in the waiting room.  No, slow and steady is the way you enter the back door.  I tease the engorged head of my cock up against her as I let spit drip all over it.  I start to press my way in very slowly, back and forth.

She tightens up at first, but quickly relaxes and lets me inside of her.  I grab the lube and squeeze more out on to the shaft of my dick, slowly teasing my head in and out of her, watching her face to make sure she enjoys every second.  The last thing I want to do is hurt this incredible woman.  Her mouth drops, but she only utters a slight squeal as I watch my cock slowly disappear.

Oh my god, it is so fucking tight and wet. 
This isn't going to last long.

"You feel so fucking good," I say.

"You like my asshole?" she asks with wide eyes and smile.

"God yes.  You want me to fuck it?"

"I want you to fuck it hard."

"I know," I say, as I start to pick up the intensity.  My prick has now spread the lube through every inch of her.  She's completely relaxed and it's time to go to town.

I start to speed up, slowly increasing the tempo as her head flies back up to the night and she moans louder with each thrust.  This woman is all about being fucked in her ass.  The harder I pound her, the happier it makes her.  I love every minute of it.

She reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks wide, letting me feel the depths of her.  My balls are slapping against her soaked cunt and I'm not going to last much longer.

"Don't stop.  Don't you dare stop fucking me, I'm about to fucking come!" she hollers.

"I'm getting close," I say.

"Make me come again," she begs.

I don't even respond, I just keep fucking her as hard as I can, trying not to blow before she gets off.  She starts to tremble, thank god.  Her ass clamps down on me and I can't take it anymore.  She wraps up number three and I say, "Where do you want it?"

"Blow it all over my dirty little hole."

Motherfucker, she says all the things I want to hear.

"Spread those fucking ass cheeks,
wide
," I holler.

She does as I say.

She's screaming now and can feel my cock swelling up inside of her.  My load rushes from my balls into the head of my dick, I can't hold out much longer.  I pull out of her ass and start stroking it furiously.

"Keep 'em spread," I manage to say as I start to grunt.

She looks back at me with those big brown eyes, her hands gripped on her pale ass cheeks dotted with freckles.  She yanks her cheeks further apart, giving me a perfect view of her gaping, pink hole: her beautiful pussy beneath it, completely saturated and dripping to the ground.

My head tilts toward the moon and I let out a huge moan.  My first wave is a direct hit and shoots straight into her.  A look of utter elation covers her face as she feels my hot jizz plaster both of her holes.  I keep stroking, emptying my balls completely.  It lands on her ass cheeks and sprays up to her lower back.

I'm still convulsing, holding my cock in my hand as I thrust a few more times, shaking out every last drop.  I reach out with my fingers and scoop some it onto them.  She opens wide and I bury them into her mouth as she licks them clean, savoring every drop with that naughty tongue of hers.

I pull her up and wrap my arms around her from behind, cupping both of her breasts, my semi-hard cock pressed up against her ass.  I kiss her on the cheek.

"Did you enjoy the dessert?" I whisper in her ear.

"You are a fucking god!"

No, no I'm not.  I'm the panty whisperer.

TOMMY BLACKWELL HAS BEEN MY best friend for the last 20 years.  He's a good looking guy, early 30s, light brown hair, in decent shape.  The thing with Tommy is that he still acts like we're in sixth grade.  The man is a genius, but nobody would ever know it when first talking to him.  He takes nothing in life serious.  It's one of the things I love about him.  It's also one of the things I hate about him.  He also happens to be absolutely hilarious, which helps his cause, especially with the ladies.  Women love a good sense of humor, and he has more than enough for all of them.

It's weird.  Most guys with his level of intelligence are socially inept.  I had professors that were smart like that.  I couldn't understand a word they would say.  Conversations were just awkward.  I'd have Tommy teach me calculus and it was a bunch of 'shits' and 'fucks' coupled with a crystal clear understanding and explanation of the concepts.

I got him a job at my company because I thought maybe it'd turn him into an adult.  Poor thinking on my part, but he is actually damn good at it.  He's great with the numbers and his personality scores him all kinds of points with clients.  He'll call me from titty bars, hammered out of his mind with executives for multi-million dollar accounts, and they always sign on the dotted line.  It's ridiculous.

We're both in the office this week so we decide to grab lunch at the cafeteria.  I walk around the corner.

"Hey look, it's the Panty Whisperer," he says loud enough for the entire building to hear.

I shake my head.  I expect nothing less.

"You still call yourself that, right?"

"What the hell are you talking about?  You gave me that name in high school."

"Bullshit, that title is self-proclaimed you arrogant bastard."

He laughs and looks around to verify that people hear him.  What do you do?  I have to smile and roll with it.

"You're such a dick.  Some things never change.  How is life?"

"Good, good.  You?"

He cuts me off before I can reply.

"Have you seen the new intern walking around?  Jesus, dude.  She's on fire; probably 21, junior at the college.  You'll know when you see her.  She has an ass that would launch a thousand ships."

This perks my interest.  I prefer pleasuring women my own age, but I always take delight in ruining a younger woman's sexual encounters for the rest of her life.  The frat boys just don't quite measure up.

"Oh yeah?  Accounting major?"

"Yeah, her name is Hannah Smithee.  No, no, no, wait, maybe it's Hannah Titties?  Or Hannah Bent Knees?  Fuck man, I can't remember."

Jesus.  People are staring at us now.  He's the only person on earth who can embarrass me.

"You do realize we are at work, right?"

That doesn't even warrant a response from him.

"Went by and saw your mom the other day."

"Oh yeah?  She loves your sorry ass.  No idea why.  I'm going to church with her this weekend."

"Yeah, I know, she told me.  I bet she's praying for you to find a wife right now and have some grandkids."  He starts mocking me in a concerned tone.  "When are you going to settle down, Herbert?  Find a nice young woman to marry and give your poor mother some grandbabies?  When are you going to stop banging the jezebels and repent of your sins?"

Good lord, I'm laughing my ass off.  I have to change the subject.

"So, you gonna make a run at Hannah?"

"Are you?"

"Oh, I dunno, maybe."

"Then no."

"What?  Why?  You don't want to compete with this?"  I give my abs a quick rub.

He looks at me like I'm stupid, this should be great.

"Let me break this down for you—"

I can't wait to hear this high-level analysis of our sexual prowess.

"Now take me, I'm a solid B plus—an 8.5 if you will—in the sack, hell, maybe even an A minus if I trim the ol' dick beard up and give the illusion of an extra inch or two.  Herbert Hannover is the fucking Good Will Hunting of banging.  Why would I go up against him?  Sorry, I don't fuck from a position of weakness."

"Oh, we're using poker analogies now?"

"Exactly, sir! 
Poke her
analogies to be precise."

We both start laughing uncontrollably and people are staring.  We don't care at this point.  He continues, barely able to keep a straight face.

"One does not follow up Herbert Hannover in the bedroom.  It's a Newtonian law of coitus."

"A what?"

"I'm not about to look like an amateur, fucking your left overs.  You're an impossible standard to live up to."  He breaks out his Emperor Palpatine voice.  It's creepy and eerily precise.  "Search your feelings Herbert, you will know it to be true."

Jesus Christ, this guy.  I can't stop laughing.

"You're a crazy fuck.  Anyway, I better get back to work.  Great catching up, let's grab drinks next week," I say.

"Let's do it."

I start to walk away and I hear, "Love you, buddy."

"Love you too," I say, shaking my head.

***

I'm sitting at my desk going through paperwork, wanting to blow my brains out.  I look up and Tommy was not lying.  Hannah is walking by.  At about five-foot-six her height is the only thing average about her.  She has blonde hair and blue eyes, tan, absolutely gorgeous.  She has on a pair of khakis that shape her ass and hips perfectly, with a tight-fitting red shirt that showcases a set of perky 34C breasts but still leaves a little to the imagination.

I glance up and see Tommy in the distance.  His hands are on his desk and he is pretending to jackhammer his desk drawer.  I damn near shoot water out of my nose as Hannah walks up to me.

"Are you Joel?"

I choke a little, but quickly recover.

"I am, nice to meet you.  You must be the new intern."

She blushes a little, they usually do.  It's not my fault.

"Yeah, for the week anyway.  It's an assignment for class.  I have some files for you."

She sets them down.  I'm now very interested.  I usually have a rule about not shitting where I eat.  No office hook-ups.  The last thing I need is to feel awkward every time I'm at work.  Interns are an entirely different story, as long as they aren't someone's daughter.  I do have limits.  But the others, well, I feel they deserve some kind of parting gift.

"Well that's cool, should look good on your resume."

"That's what I'm hoping," she says with a 'please fuck me' smile.

"So do you know someone in the office?  How'd you end up here?"

It's time to gather some intelligence.

"No, it's all set up through the college.  Maybe you could show me around?  I don't really know anyone."

Oh, I'm going to show you something.

"Well, I'm a little busy today.  Maybe we can grab a drink after work?  I can tell you all about the place."

"Oh my gosh, that would be great.  I'm so nervous.  It's my first real work experience.  I don't want to screw it up," she says, lightly biting one of her nails.

"No worries, you'll fit in just fine."

I eye that perfect ass again. 
I'll fit in you just fine.

"Why don't you meet me at my desk around 4:30?  I know a place we can go right around the corner."

"It's a date," she says with a seductive smile.

This is going to be a fun week.  Her ass sways back and forth in those khakis as she walks away, slightly peeking over her shoulder and smiling.  She's used to driving the boys at the college crazy, but the hot ones always get tired of 20-year-olds shaking on top of them for two minutes and then rolling over.  It grows old.  They all want a mature man to teach them the ways of the bedroom.

Now honestly, I could fuck Hannah later this afternoon.  But that's just boring and then it would be weird all week.  For some reason women always grow attached after a little roll in the sheets.  It'll be more fun to tease her.  Make that pussy yearn and ruin her panties every day, then give her a memory that will haunt her sex life for the rest of her existence.

God damn, that ass though.  It'll be hard to hold out all week.  I can't wait to wrap those legs around my head and bury my face into that little cunt of hers.  My cock is stiff as a fucking board and I'm going to have to hang out at the desk for a few minutes to get things in order down there.

"Hey buddy!"

I damn near fall over in my chair.  Tommy is standing right behind me laughing his ass off.

"Why don't you stand up and give us a show in that circus tent ya got going on down there?"

He's laughing and even I have to smile as I circle my head around to make sure nobody can hear him.

"You're such a dickhead.  But an honest one, I'll give you that.  That girl has a fucking body on her, Jesus."

"Told you man.  I saw the look too.  She's probably in the bathroom wringing those panties out as we speak."

I shrug.

"What can I say?  It's what I do."

"Guess you'll be busy tonight.  Was going to see if you wanted to hang."

"Nah man, I'm free.  I'll take care of that Friday, after I lay the groundwork all week."

"You work way too hard at this.  Complete lack of efficiency in your game, sir."

"Oh, it'll be worth it.  You should take notes."

"Shit.  I guess it's not being cocky if it's true.  I'll catch you tonight, swing by around seven?  Play some fuckin' Halo?"

"Sounds good man, I'll catch you then."

I give him a fist bump and he runs off, I'm certain he's going somewhere to avoid work.

***

It's 4:30 and my little fuck project is standing at my desk.  I walk up to her.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, shall we?"

"Sounds great.  Can't wait to get out of here."

Sorry to disappoint Hannah, but you're going to be performing solo until Friday.  Rules are rules.

I hold the door open for her on her way out and she looks surprised and aroused.  They always do.

"So it's just right up here around the corner?"

"Yeah, it's a cool little place.  Not too loud, where we can hear each other talk."

"Sounds perfect."

We grab a seat in the back and she orders a vodka and Red Bull.  I'm immediately reminded of how young she is.  I grab a Glenfiddich on the rocks.

"So, you're an accounting major?"

"Yeah, my dad is a CPA and there's not a lot of promise in a fashion degree."

We both chuckle a little.

"This is true," I say.  "So what do they have you doing?"

"Grunt work.  Filing and running errands."

Her eyes are amazing.  I thought they were bright blue at first but there are hints of a smoky gray that make them very unique.  She keeps talking and all I can think about is staring at those eyes while her lips are wrapped around me.

The conversation isn't as bad as I thought it'd be.  She's pretty bright and not just another airhead with a nice ass.  Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it's nice to be able to hold a conversation without a bunch of "likes" and "totallys" and "oh my gods".  Well, I don't mind the latter so much, when they're moaning it.

"You'll do just fine, I promise.  Just get used to the guys in the building ogling you.  We don't get a lot of beautiful interns in the office.  You'll probably get hit on quite a bit."

She blushes.

"Well, that's sweet.  I'm sure it won't be as bad as the college.  The boys there are so immature."

I like where this is headed.  She's about to tell me how she prefers older men.

"It's why I don't date college guys.  Nothing but dick and fart jokes."

"Oh yeah, what kind of guys do you date?"

She smiles.

"Older, mature men."

"Is that so?"

The flirting has begun and she is eating it up.  Her cheeks are turning pink.  She's stirring her drink and flipping her hair around, might as well have a sign on her head that says 'please fuck me, Joel'.

"Yes," she says with a smile.  "So, tell me about you.  Are you married?"

"Nope."

"Girlfriend?"

"Nope."

"Aww, why not?  You're a nice guy, and cute too."

She's getting bold, I like it.  Vodka Red Bulls will do that to a 21-year-old coed.

"Well, that's nice of you to say, to humor an old man."

"I'm not joking," she says, as she reaches out and grabs my hand and laughs momentarily, before slowly sliding it back over to her side of the table.  Interesting, she's more forward than I thought.  It should make the week fun.

We laugh for a while and finish up our drinks.  I walk her back to her car.