RICHARD (A BAD BOY ROMANCE) (6 page)

It was too much. The wild reaches
of my own imagination drove me past the point of no return, pushing my off the
cliffs of my own self-control and onto the crashing waves of my climax. I did
my best not to cry out, feeling myself throbbing hard as my tip erupted with
thick ropes of
my
cum, gushing again and again as I
pictured Jessica, her head back as she reveled in the sensation of her stepbrother
spilling his seed inside of her.

I closed my eyes, lying
back on my bed, the waves of unadulterated pleasure still lapping over my mind
and body. I knew that thinking about Jessica that way was wrong, but there was no
denying just how good it felt to imagine her pussy wrapped around me, her naked
body pressed to mine in the warm afterglow of imagined lovemaking.

Fuck Yale.

I was going to UCLA… With
Jess.

_
SEVEN
_

Jessica

“We
made it!” Becky said with an excited squeal. “We’re in college!”

I smiled, looking around at
all crowd of students as they moved past us. She was right, we’d finally made
it to the place we’d always dreamed of. Everything felt so new and different,
like I had just hit the reset button on my entire life. College wasn’t just a
place for me, it was a whole new beginning.

“What’s first?” Becky
asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet eagerly.

“Finding somewhere for our
stuff,” I said, hefting my duffle bag higher onto my shoulder, a rolling
suitcase sitting at my side. “I don’t want to go through orientation carrying
my entire life around.”

Luckily for both of us,
we’d managed to find a student housing complex that was right on campus. We
made the short trek to our new home away from home and got our room sorted out.
Becky and I had made certain that the two of us would be sharing a room—there
wasn’t any way I was bunking with a complete stranger.

Once we were settled, she
and I made our way toward the student union to get the rest of our lives sorted
out for the semester to come. We had books to buy, classes to schedule, and an
entire campus to learn how to navigate before we found ourselves completely and
utterly lost on our first day of class. Having to explain to my professors why
I was late was definitely not how I wanted to spend my first day of higher
learning.

“I’m thinking about
pledging to a sorority,” Becky said as we passed by a group of buxom blondes
wearing bright pink, cropped t-shirts with the Greek letters “___” emblazoned
in white, blocky font across their ample chests. I couldn’t help but grimace.
Becky and I had spent the majority of our time in high school being bullied and
mocked by women like that, who lorded their popularity and looks over the
“lower” castes of the social order. And that wasn’t even taking into account
the sheer amounts of hazing and prejudice that went on in the “Greek” system.
I’d read enough to know that I’d never be able to stand by while my “sisters”
engaged in that kind of activity.

“You really think that’s a
good idea?” I asked, trying not to sound totally disapproving. “I mean, it’d
look good after college, I guess, but is that really the kind of thing you want
to do while you’re here? They don’t seem like the kind of people that we
usually get along with.”

Becky frowned, stopping
short and forcing me to halt so I didn’t lose sight of her as more students
flooded around us.

“I don’t know yet, Jess,”
she said with an edge to her voice. “But I know that one of the things I wanted
to do while I was at college was come out of my shell a little. I figured
joining a sorority might help—”

“No. You’re right,” I said,
holding up my hands apologetically. “I’m being judgmental. You should go for
it.”

“Only problem is I don’t
know which one to pledge,” she said with a sigh as we passed yet another table
with a group of bubbly twenty-
somethings
in tight t-shirts.
“There are so many of them on campus, and I don’t know which one would be right
for me.”

“How about you go look at
some of them? I was wanting to look at some of the
extracurriculars
they have advertised here. How about we meet back at the dorm before dinner and
we can order some Chinese, or something?”

“You’re awesome, Jess,” she
said, pulling me into a tight, bone-crushing hug. “I’ll see you in a few
hours.”

“See you,” I said as she
finally let me go, the air returning to my lungs. “Just don’t jump into
anything right away. Take your time and think about it before you make any
decisions.

“Sure thing,
Mom
,” she said with a laugh as she went
off toward one of the tables for the sororities. I was sure that I was being
too critical. Becky knew the difference between right and wrong, and I knew she
would never give in to anything like the horror stories I’d heard about.
Nevertheless, I was more than a little worried for her. Hazing or not, women
were brutal, especially when they felt like they were set apart from everyone
else.

I heaved a sigh and
continued along the through the tents and tables that had been set up outside,
advertising the different activities available for the students on campus. I
had almost cleared the cluster of fraternities before I heard someone calling
out loudly.

“Hey!” they shouted, a
chorus of chuckles following close behind. I made an effort to ignore it,
hoping that they weren’t calling to me. I didn’t need this, not on my first
day.

“Hey! Come here!” I heard
again, this time closer. “We wanted to talk to you, babe!”

My stomach clenched and I
turned toward the man trailing behind me. He wasn’t a particularly fit man—in
fact he looked like your typical frat boy—slightly overweight, with a prickly
five o’clock shadow all over his neck and second chin. He was wearing a blue
sweater with “__Ω” written in bold yellow letters.

“Don’t you
wanna
talk to us, baby?”

“Don’t call me that,” I
said, my fists coiled tight. “I don’t want to talk to you. Leave me alone.”

“Whoa!” he said, holding up
his hands in mock surrender. “You don’t need to be a bitch about it, babe! We
just wanted to know if you wanted to come to a party tonight. Alpha Epsilon Omega’s
got a sick celebration
goin
’ on!”

“Go fuck yourself,” I said,
turning to walk away. I didn’t want to be there anymore. I wanted to head
straight back to the dorm and wait for Becky to get back. Inside of my head,
alarms started to sound like the claxons in a science-fiction movie.

“Can you fuckin’ believe
this chick?” the frat boy laughed, turning to his fellows. “
Yo
!
Mikey! Come check this stuck-up bitch out!”

I frowned as I saw someone
step out of the crowd in front of me, blocking my escape. At first I couldn’t
make his face out, the mid-day sun shining right into my eyes. It wasn’t until
the “Mikey” took another step closer that I realized who was standing in front
of me.

“Well, well,” came the
familiar, smooth voice of my ex-boyfriend, Michael, “look who’s here.”

“You know this bitch,
Mike?” asked the chubby frat boy.

“Biblically,” he said with
a chuckle. “You’ve never met a bigger slut in your life, boys. She’s a complete
whore.”

“That’s a lie,” I tried to
argue back, but Michael cut me off.

“Nobody said you could
talk, slut. And you most certainly
are
a slut. I’ve had this bitch every way you can imagine.”

“Yeah! Tell us more,
Mikey!” came shouts from his fellow pledges.

“Get out of my way,” I
whispered, my voice trembling. I swallowed hard as my heart pounded like a
drum.

“You’re not going anywhere.
You’re coming to our little party, and we’re going to loosen up that tight
little—”

I ran before he could even
finish, dashing passed him and into the crowd of students. I don’t remember
exactly how long I ran, but before I even realized it, I was completely alone
underneath a pavilion, isolated from the rest of the students.

I took a moment to catch my
breath, my eyes closed as I leaned myself against the thick cement columns that
held the pavilion aloft. For that fleeting moment, I felt that maybe I was safe
from whatever Michael’s new fraternity pals had in store, that they wouldn’t
bother pursuing me past the crowd of people if it meant having to put effort
into it… but then I remembered that no distance was too great for a man like
Michael, a man who liked making people suffer.

“Thought you could run, did
you?” came that confident voice from only a few yards away.

I turned, my heart kicking
back into overdrive once again as I spotted Michael and his friends closing in
on me fast. I turned to either side, hoping to see a quick way to escape as the
men began to circle around me. Each of them had a smirk on their lips, a wolfish
grin that made my skin crawl and gave a horrifying thought to just what they
might be planning for me.

“Stay away from me,
Michael,” I commanded, my voice faltering as he strolled confidently closer,
his friends spreading out to try to block any escape routes. “I mean it!”

“Or you’ll do what,
Jessica?” he asked, his bloodless lips turning up into a wicked smile. “Scream?
Run for help? Call for Mommy?”

The others laughed, and it
frightened me how quickly Michael had found people who complimented his sick
and twisted mind—minions for his supervillain-level ego.

“Save your blubbering for
your pillow tonight,” he spat, as he drew almost close enough to touch.
“Nowhere to run now, little Jessie. Maybe I should take what I want from you…
You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He reached out, his fingers
quickly embedding in the fabric of my blouse. I pulled away as he tried to yank
me closer. I felt my top resist for a moment before it gave way, tearing
loudly. If I hadn’t realized how real the danger was before, I knew now, a cold
rush of adrenaline coursing through me at breakneck speeds, my heart thumping
faster than I’d ever felt in my life. I could feel something stirring inside
me… The same feelings that made me ashamed and angry with myself… The feelings
that made me run away from Michael in the first place. My body was betraying me
the way it always did.

“Hey!
What the—”

Just beyond my view I heard
the sound of a scuffle, and then someone falling against one of the pavilion’s
benches with a loud
bang
.

Michael and I both turned
our heads at the commotion, just in time for him to catch someone’s fist right
against his jaw. Before I could react, Michael had released his hold on my
shirt, sending me reeling until I came right down onto my backside, wincing in
pain. I managed to look up just in time to see Michael stumbling back, his hand
covering the right side of his face.

“Get the
fuck
away from her,” said my rescuer in
a voice I’d heard whispering a thousand times in my fantasies.

“Richard?” I asked, turning
my head to see my stepbrother more clearly. Sure enough, he stood in front of
me, blocking Michael from taking even one step closer, his fists up and ready
to take another swing.

“What the fuck are you
doing here?” Michael hissed, his face screwed up in anger.

“Keeping creeps like you
from touching things that don’t belong to you,” he growled.

“We’re just having a little
fun. Jessica likes it a little rough. Why don’t you tell your big brother here
how wet you are right now, Jess? I bet he’d love to hear all about it,” Michael
said, rubbing his swollen cheek.

I couldn’t look either of
them in the eye. I couldn’t let my stepbrother know the truth.

“I swear to God, if I see
you lay so much as a hand on her again, you’ll be rolling across the graduation
stage with a pair of broken legs.”

“Big talk,” Michael
sneered, though from his expression he didn’t look to be in the mood to test
that threat.

“We can take him!” one of
Michael’s friends said, but Michael put up a hand to silence him.

“No,” he snarled, “we’re
leaving. There’s plenty of ass on this campus—this one’s not worth the
trouble.”

“You sure, Mike?” asked the
overweight frat boy at his side.

“I said no,” Michael said,
glaring at Richard. “We’re done…
for now
.”

Without another word,
Michael turned and walked away, casting a venomous glare back over his shoulder
at the two of us as his toadies fell in line behind him. It was around that
time that I’d begun to wonder when I’d fallen into some bizarre dream world
where my stepbrother wasn’t at some college across the country, and had even
arrived in the nick of time to save me from danger.

“Are you okay?” Richard
asked once Michael and his goons were safely out of sight. He knelt down next
to me as I took an account of myself to make sure I hadn’t hurt anything worse
than I’d realized.