Dirty Games: A BWWM Romance (4 page)

There was something innocent, yet playfully seductive in those green eyes as they looked up at him again.

“You say that as if it justifies everything.”

“It does.” Brent replied confidently. “I take it you’re here alone.”

He’d not seen anyone hanging around Rose, and Wes hadn’t mentioned any particular date for the bartender, which suited Brent just fine. He reached into his pocket.

“I have one of these,” he said, sliding the key on the table so that it nudged Rose’s fingers. “Be there in fifteen minutes,” he instructed, pressing the key into her palm before reaching down and biting on her bottom lip.

Rose gasped and stared dazedly for a second or two, her fingers curling around the key. Brent knew that no matter how new to the scene this girl was, she’d worked there long enough to know what the rooms were for. Brent pulled back and smiled at her, licking his own lips, the lingering taste of oranges and martini melting on his tongue.

He turned his back on Rose and walked off, trying to play it as cool as he knew how to. Brent couldn’t let her know just how much that playful nip had affected him. For the love of God, it was a good thing he was wearing the tightest pair of boxers, or he’d be completely obvious to everyone that crossed his path.

Chapter 4

Brent knew Rose had not done as told the moment he tossed his own keys on the small table by the door. The lock clicked not two minutes after that, and Brent grinned to himself.

“Someone was impatient” he thought out loud. “Perfect.”

Rose closed the door behind her back, her hands fumbling a little with the lock. She smiled nervously, putting her key down, too, and smoothed the front of her tank top when she saw Brent staring at her.

“Hi,” she whispered as she took a step forward and looked around, trying to play it cool. “So what did you have in mind?”

Rose was blushing up to the roots of her hair, and for some unknown reason, the sight was enough to have Brent’s mouth run completely dry. He let his grin stretch across his lips, stepping forward and crowding Rose against the wall.

“Oh, I’ll show you,” he whispered gruffly, running his beard-stubbled jaw across the smooth line of Rose’s neck, arms bracketing his head.

The breath caught in Rose’s throat, bobbing with each swallow. She smelled like jasmine and vanilla, and Brent couldn’t resist nipping lightly at her neck.

“Oh.”

Rose swallowed, her hands resting lightly on the curve of Brent’s biceps, a butterfly soft touch that spoke of a certain kind of uncertainty Brent had never encountered before. A crazy thought went through his head, and he had to bite his tongue to try and not let his excitement show at the mere idea. Could this chick possibly be…

He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of Rose’s waistband and tugged Rose away from the door, leading her deeper into the room.

“Gonna mess you up. You all right with that?”

A blink of fear was quickly suppressed as eagerness flashed bright in Rose’s green eyes.

“If you think you can.”

Brent smirked. He didn’t expect the witty comeback, and it stirred a spark in his stomach.

“Darlin’, you ain’t gonna be able to walk out of here on your own legs by the time we’re through.”

Rose barely suppressed a moan as her pupils went wide and black. “Yeah?”

Brent nipped again at Rose’s neck and whispered back, low and sinful, “Yeah.”

He let his hips roll leisurely against Rose’s crotch, letting her feel just how hard he was.

“And you’ll be feeling so good, so very good; you’ll think you’re dying.”

Rose’s eyes fluttered shut, and her hips stuttered up in answer. Brent grinned against her neck and puckered his lips around a spot of skin behind Rose’s ear, suckling on it until the skin turned red and sore. Rose moaned softly under her breath, her pussy now aching and clenching against his thigh.

“See, you can’t just have it, that’d be too easy,” Brent whispered as he pushed her hair away from her neck, her throat now bared for his pursuit. “You gotta’ work for it. And trust me, darling, I’ll make you work all right.”

Rose bit her lower lip, head tilted to one side to give Brent more room.

“Work how?” she whispered, her eyelashes blinking up at him.

Brent’s grin was dark and feral as he sneaked one arm behind Rose’s back and yanked her closer, making her ride the strong width of his thigh.

“Guess you’ll have to find out.”

Rose’s hands instinctively tightened on Brent’s arms as she was pulled off the wall and into the middle of the room toward an appropriately silk-draped bed. The bed dipped as Brent pushed Rose down against it.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Brent whispered, folding Rose’s face down over the end of the bed and unclasping the button of her jeans. “And then we’re really gonna have some fun.”

Rose shivered as Brent reached beneath him to tug at his fly. Her voice caught on a breath as Brent’s fingers brushed against her skin.

“That’s… pretty naughty.”

“Says the girl who’s not wearing panties” Brent hummed, and as suddenly as it disappeared, the blush was back on Rose’s freckled cheeks.

Brent swallowed, feeling his cock swell at the sight before his eyes. He placed one hand on either side of Rose’s hips, fingers curled over the edge of her pants, and pulled down: just as he thought, no panties. Brent grinned and spread his hands over each rounded, beautiful white ass cheek. The fabric had pooled around Rose’s calves, tight and restricting when Brent wedged a leg between them and widened his stance.

Brent tugged Rose up to suck on her collarbone, and she struggled to get her hands beneath her and counterbalance Brent’s hold, her breath coming in short, gasping pants already. Brent fished around in his pocket and tugged out a condom just as his fingers probed towards Rose’s pussy, barely feeling the warm wetness, she shuddered, lurching forward a few inches.

“You ever done this?” Brent whispered in her ear.

“Yes,” Rose replied quickly, too quickly, shoulders too tense for Brent to believe her.

Brent’s middle finger rubbed up and down her folds, and he smirked against her neck, his lips tracing a wet line down the curve of her shoulder.

“Hmm. I’m not sure I buy that,” Brent purred, placing the condom down on the bed by Rose’s hip.

He spread her legs wider, the watery-soft cotton of her pants creasing up under Brent’s knees. Rose gasped softly, her hands tightening on the sheets.

“I—” she groaned, her forehead falling forward, buried in the pillow.

Brent smirked and covered Rose’s body with his own, his mouth dangerously close to her ear.

“It’s all good, darling.” Brent muttered, his eyes sparkling in the darkness. “A man likes to know if he’s doing things right,” he breathed, the tip of his tongue running down the curve of Rose’s ear, teeth sinking lightly into her lobe.

Rose whimpered, her thighs shaking with the strain. Brent let his hand trail down from her ass cheeks to fully tease her clit. They had barely done anything yet and she was already soaking wet. She squirmed and moaned into the pillow as he traced his fingers up and down her lips and pressed her nub as he fit his denim-covered erection in the crease of her ass.

Brent smirked at Rose’s high-pitched moan and stepped back, quickly taking off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso, his eyes fixed on Rose to gauge the reaction as he bared his inked skin. She sucked in a harsh breath, and Brent could almost trace the movement of her eyes as she took in the dragon tattoo crawling across his hip.

And she hadn’t seen all of them yet.

Brent shuffled out of his pants, standing gloriously naked before her, the tattoos running across his calf and the side of his chest, foreign and dangerous, and he smirked at Rose’s small “Oh” of wonder as Brent crawled back onto the bed, the wings of the phoenix on his back stretched wide enough to encompass his whole shoulders.

“Those are really beautiful,” Rose whispered, her fingers hesitant as they hovered above Brent’s tattoos.

“Thanks,” Brent murmured, pushing himself back in position, his mouth trailing open and wet down Rose’s neck, sucking lightly, his rigid cock just barely touching the folds of her pussy. Rose tensed up immediately, but Brent didn’t push it in at all.

Rose moaned, tremors raking her body, her voice becoming higher and higher as Brent continued to tease her with the crown of his cock. Brent watched, mesmerized as Rose showed him, with no inhibitions or pride, just how everything he was doing was affecting her. It was one of the hottest things Brent had seen in quite a few years.

Brent ripped the foil with his teeth, well-practiced as he rolled the rubber over the head of his cock, feeling the slickness of the lube on his fingers. Knowing this was going to be Rose’s first time put a little more pressure on Brent, and where he wouldn’t usually take as much time with preparations, he made sure his fingers were slick and coated with lube as he reached between her legs, rubbing her clit.

Brent pressed Rose’s cheek into the bedding as he massaged her in short circular motions. It couldn’t have been easy to breathe, half smothered in the bedding, but she whimpered and moaned like she had never felt anything like that in her life, thrusting as far as she could onto his hand.

“Yeah, you love it,” Brent purred.

She moaned through the tight fist of Brent’s hand. He sucked at a spot on her nape, taking his slick hand away from her clit as her brought it back between her folds. He rubbed his fingertips over her entrance, spreading the sticky cum over the pink, swollen entrance, pushing through the tip only before pulling back out then going in to tease her lips once again.

Rose pushed back roughly on Brent’s hand, sweat beading down her back and sticking to her tank top. She was starting to look incredibly debauched, hair tousled up, eyes dark and damp, her cheek pressed into the bedding, mouth parted around a string of breathless moans. Brent pushed his middle finger in to the first knuckle, and Rose keened, spreading her legs wantonly and bucking into Brent’s touch.

“Fuck, darling, so fucking hot. Can’t wait to break in and take your sweet cherry.” He pressed a hot kiss at the base of Rose’s neck. “Gonna make you scream my name till you won’t know any other word.”

Rose smothered a moan, squirming against Brent’s fingers, rocking up in an effort to get him in deeper.

“Can’t believe you never did this before…” Brent corkscrewed his fingers and Rose yelped, thrusting back desperately. “And yet you hang at the bar, all doe eyes and tight pants and low-cut shirt, just begging for someone to slam you against a wall and make you take every inch of their dick.”

The image was maddening. Brent could just picture Rose, all debauched and wild, those red lips stretched around a thick cock. It was enough to send him reeling. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy with a wet, slick sound and, holding Rose by the sharp curve of his hips; Brent lined up and pushed his way in.

Fuck, was she tight. If he had any doubt about Rose being a virgin, they’d have flown right out of the window by that point. She was tighter than anything he’d ever felt, tight enough to make Brent’s head spin like a wheel. The rubber-covered head of his cock finally vanished into the hot, tight, perfect heat of her pussy. He could feel the shockwave spark violently through Rose’s body as a pained look came over her face.

“You okay?” he asked as he loosened his grip on her.

She looked back at him and nodded,

“Christ, look at you.” Brent groaned, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

Rose’s breathy, drawn-out moans echoed through the room and went straight down Brent’s groin, tingles spreading from the base of his spine to his thighs and straight up his dick. Brent grunted and kept her still, thrills of pleasure running through his veins as Rose twitched and twisted helplessly, her mouth open in an obscene “O” as she struggled to suck in a lung full of air, only the plum-shaped head of his dick keeping her open, hovering on the edge.

Brent groaned and tightened his fingers on Rose’s hips, sweat beading his brow and falling into his eyes as he tried to keep his shit together. He was going to make it last, he was going to make sure that no matter how many other men she would sleep with in the future, Rose would always remember her first time. She would scream his name so loud every other patron in the club would know who that sweet ass belonged to now.