Badd Motherf*cker: Badd Brothers (16 page)

“Oh—oh fuck, oh fuck yes, fuck yes…” she groaned. “Sebastian, god, I’m—I’m gonna come, Sebastian.”

I let myself move a little harder, then, and she whimpered, groaned, squeezed my hand in hers so hard I thought my fingers were going to break, but I loved it and gave her the pressure back just as hard. I felt her pussy clench around mine, and her hips went wild, bucking against me as she detonated, eyes sliding shut.
 

“FUCK! Oh shit oh fuck oh god, Sebastian! God, I’m coming so fucking hard it hurts—”

“Look at me, Dru, darlin’. Look at me while you come.”
 

She wrenched her eyes open wide, fingers flying in a blur around her clit as I fucked her slow and deep. “I need you to come, Sebastian.”
 

“I will,” I said. “I will. I promise. But I’m not done with you yet.”

9

Dru

Not done with me yet? I’d just come harder than I ever had in my life, and he wasn’t done yet?
 

He waited until I was shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm, still gasping, still sobbing, and then he moved back to sit on his heels, his shins against the mattress, pulling me up with him so I was sitting on his thighs. I was shaky and weak and trembling, so I clung to his neck with both arms and curled my legs around his waist. He flexed his hips to push into me, and I couldn’t help another gasp. Just like that, then, for the space of maybe a minute, Sebastian just lazily flexing his hips to thrust into me, until I started feeling greedy for more, started feeling the need build up within me all over again.

I pressed my mouth to his ear. “More, Sebastian.
More
.”

“Thank fuck,” he growled. “Thought you’d never ask.”
 

I pulled back to meet his eyes. “You don’t seem the type to wait to be asked.”
 

“I’m not,” he said, rising up onto his knees, “but you had a moment. Didn’t want to push you too fast.”
 

“You’re sweet.” I latched more tightly around his waist with my legs and used my arms to lift up, then sank down. “But I’m over my moment.”
 

“You sure?”

I dug my fingers into his shoulders; he seemed to like that, and god knew I couldn’t help it, not when his teeth nipped the side of my neck and his cock was filling me to bursting. “Totally.”
 

“’Cause I thought I lost you there for a second.”
 

“You did. But I’m back.”
 

He cupped my ass and lifted me up and drew himself out of me. “I got the wild thing back?”

I clawed his back and sank down on him, feeling his hard sweaty muscular back stutter under my fingernails, bit the round of his shoulder so hard he growled in pain, and his hips pistoned almost on instinct, thrusting his thick, hot, iron shaft into me so hard I lost my breath. “You tell me,” I gasped, moving with him, writhing on him, tearing at his back with my nails and biting him as hard as I dared. “This wild enough for you?”
 

“No,” he snarled. “Not even fuckin’ close.”
 

He threw me off of him, my pussy throbbing and aching with his absence. His cock slapped against his belly, and his gaze was primal, the brown gone nearly black, his broad chest heaving, his hard, chiseled abs tensing with each breath.

He slid off the bed to stand at the foot, just staring at me and gasping for breath. I was left panting, empty, desperate, confused. On my back, legs splayed open, pussy drenched and on display, tits swaying in rhythm with my breathing.

He grabbed me by the ankles and jerked me down the bed, wedging his hips between my thighs. “I ain’t usually one to ask, but I need you on the same page as me, so I’m gonna ask, just this once.” He gripped his cock in one hand and fed it into me, buried himself deep, then cupped his hands under my ass, lifted me off the bed and toward him so only my upper back was on the mattress, then just held me there. “How hard can I fuck you, wild thing?”
 

I writhed in his grip, undulating, secure in his hold on me, knowing he wouldn’t let me fall. I met his gaze and pinched my nipples with one hand, hooked my heels around his ass, and fingered my clit with my other hand. “As hard as you want,” I breathed. “Wreck me.”
 

“‘Wreck me’ she says,” Sebastian grunted. “You sure?”

“Too much talking, not enough fucking.”
 

He growled wordlessly, then. Tightening his grip on my hips until I knew I’d have bruises where his fingers dug into my flesh, but god, I craved that ferocity in him. I needed to feel him lose control, needed to feel like I had that power over him, that I could push him past his limits and break him, the way he’d broken me. I’d gladly and proudly take the bruises as tokens, reminders of what we had together.
 

I writhed against him, and then I felt the shift in him. Felt him swell, both inside me and above me. He pulled away, drew out, and then slammed back in, jerking me against him, and the slap of our bodies meeting was loud. I clenched my teeth on the deep groan his thrust ripped out of me, and I wasn’t even finished groaning when he pulled back and thrust deep again, tearing another groan from me.

Faster, then.

Harder.

Each thrust went deeper, each thrust slammed harder into me.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Dru,” he murmured, “so fuckin’ good.”
 

“Your cock is the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt, Sebastian.”
 

He watched as my pussy swallowed his cock, watched himself disappear inside me. “The way you take me—shit, it’s like you were custom made to take my cock.”
 

“I think—” I had to gasp for breath as he ramped up his speed, truly and wildly fucking me now. “I think I was. Oh my fucking
god,
Sebastian, yes…
yes
, just like that. Oh god, fuck me so good—fuck me harder,
harder
!”
 

“Jesus, woman…” Sebastian snarled. “You’re a fucking animal.”
 

I met his thrusts with my own, fingered my clit as he slammed into me. “Only for you…oh my
fuck
—yes, just like that. Harder, Sebastian. Never stop, god, never stop fucking me just like this.” I’d lost myself, by then. I was someone else, some crazed, animal version of Dru that had never seen the light of day until Sebastian got his hands on me and his cock inside me.

This Dru was insatiable, powerful. She was fully me, the best me. Truly, deeply
me
. And he was bringing her out of me.

His fucking reached a climax then, his hips relentlessly pounding against mine, his cock slamming into me so hard and fast I lost track of where one thrust ended and the next began, and everything was narrowed down to this, to Sebastian’s hands on my ass jerking me into his thrusts, his cock inside me, his eyes on mine.
 

I couldn’t keep quiet. Not anymore. I cried out, another orgasm ripping through me, this one the most blinding yet, making me spasm and arch and writhe in his grip, but I couldn’t match his slamming, pounding speed, could only cry out and take his fucking.

“Come for me, Sebastian! Let me feel it. Let me have it.”
 

“I am, god, I am. Right now.” He breathed this, and his thrusts faltered. He set me down on the edge of the bed and bent over me and pushed into me, leaned close and claimed my mouth as he came, grunting against my lips.

“Yes, Sebastian, fuck, you feel so good. Come for me. Keep fucking me.”
 

His thrusts resumed, but his mouth never left mine. I dug my nails into his back and dragged them down his flesh, his orgasm spurring another of my own, his cock sliding against me just right, the tip digging into my G-spot, his release driving my own. He snarled and grunted as he fucked me; I felt him spasm inside me and came with him, clawing at him all the harder.

“Look at me, Sebastian,” I breathed. “Look at me while you come.”
 

He met my gaze with his, crawled up onto the bed and knelt between my thighs and cupped my hips to pull me closer as he pounded into me through his orgasm, and his eyes never left mine, widening as he came, brows lowering, jaw clenching.
 

“Fuck, oh fuck—Dru…Jesus,” he gasped, “I didn’t—I didn’t know—”

He fucked me deep and stayed there, flexing to dig deeper, words cutting off into another primal growl. I felt him fill the condom, thrust deep, and then when he was done he thrust again through the aftershocks, burying his face in my breasts. I cupped the back of his head and writhed with his fluttering pulsing shallow thrusts.
 

“What didn’t you know, Sebastian?” I asked.
 

“That anything could feel that way.” His voice was muffled against my tits. “That fucking could—” He stopped, seeming unsure of how to put it.

“Feel like so much more than just fucking?” I finished for him.

He grunted. “Yeah. Exactly.”
 

He wasn’t looking at me anymore, I realized. I wiggled out from underneath him, reaching between us to make sure the condom stayed on him. I sat on my heels and stared down at him as he lay on his belly, face buried in his arm.

“Hey, Sebastian.”
 

He rolled to his back and threw his forearm across his forehead, chest heaving, eyes closed. “Yeah, sweet thing.”
 

“What happened to ‘wild thing’?” I asked. “I liked that better.”
 

He smirked. “Gimme a few minutes to recuperate, and I’ll show you.”
 

“Look at me,” I demanded.

His eyes opened, and I saw the distance in them. “What?”
 

“Now
I’m
losing
you
,” I said.
 

“How do you mean?”
 

I lay down on the bed beside him, rolled on my side to face him. “That was intense, yeah?”

He grunted an affirmative. “Pretty fuckin’ intense, yeah.”
 

“So why are you acting like this?”

“Like what?” His eyes were on mine, but the mask was still in place.

“Like this was a hook-up and you’re just waiting for me to leave.”
 

“Well, what’re you expecting? Cuddles?”
 

That stung. I felt my eyes water. I rolled away from him, sliding off the bed. I snagged his white T-shirt off the floor and tugged it on, gathered my sodden clothes and opened his door, pausing in his open doorway.
 

“Something like that, yeah,” I said, trying to hide the hurt.

I stepped as quietly as I could out of his room, hoping to escape Zane’s notice.
 

Which I should’ve known was futile. He was behind the counter in the kitchen, rummaging in the fridge. He straightened when he saw me, and his gaze raked over my body, covered in nothing but Sebastian’s too-big T-shirt. Then up to my face.

“He ain’t the ‘something like that’ type, sweetheart.” Zane twisted the top off a bottle of beer. “Sorry to be the one to break it to ya.”

“How the fuck would you know?” I asked, shoving open the door to the room I’d slept in the night before.

“Because none of us are, and we all learned from him.”

“Well fuck me,” I said.
 

“Noooope,” Zane drawled. “Bast already did. Makes you a no-fly zone for the rest of us.”
 

I growled in irritation. Shut the door to my temporary room behind me, tossed my wet clothes onto the floor and sank onto the bed, fighting tears.

What had I expected? Either from him or myself? I’d known going in that I wouldn’t be able to just fuck him and not get emotional about it. I was an emotional wreck, after all. I’d just been cheated on, rejected. I’d wasted fifteen thousand dollars I’d never get back on a wedding that never happened. No wedding. No husband. No honeymoon.

And now I was in Ketchikan fucking Alaska half in the bag for a sexy, tattooed bartender I barely knew, a man I’d just met, fucked once, and was totally ruined over.

How could I ever fuck any other man ever again and not compare him to the way Sebastian had just fucked me? He’d set an impossible to beat standard, and then had just shut down, shut me out.

Rejected me all over again.

Why?

Because it had started smacking of
involvement
.
 

Fucking pussy.
 

I should have known better. I should have known
myself
better than to allow me to talk myself into rebound sex with a perfect stranger less than forty-eight hours after the second-worst day of my life. And I should have known better than to expect more than one fuck from a player like Sebastian, especially when it started feeling like something real, something more than fucking. So much more.
 

Because it had been, hadn’t it?

I’d felt a
connection
.
 

Real, powerful, potent, and undeniable. And completely unlike anything I’d ever felt before, with anyone.

I peeled Sebastian’s T-shirt off, because I couldn’t handle his scent any longer.
 

Except his scent wasn’t just on the T-shirt, it was on me. On my skin. In my hair. I spread my legs and pulled the skin of my thighs apart to look at the stark black love bites he’d left on either side of my pussy. He’d
marked
me. Claimed me. For a few handfuls of minutes, I’d felt so utterly perfect, beautiful, powerful, desired,
needed
.

And then he’d just slammed a wall down, and that was that.
 

So much for never letting me leave his bed.

I had to get his scent off me so I jumped in the shower and rinsed off, scrubbed my skin a little too angrily, and then got out, dried off, and dressed all over again in the other change of clothes. Outside, the rain had slackened off a bit, it seemed, so if I was going to get out of this bar and away from Sebastian, now was the time.
 

I ignored Zane completely as I left the room and rushed down the stairs, purse in hand. Ridiculous, that all I had was a white clutch purse meant to match my wedding dress, but whatever. It had my wallet and phone in it, which was all I really needed.