ROMANCE: BAD BOY ROMANCE: Love Fight (Bad Boy College Alpha Male Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Romance Short Stories) (82 page)

Chapter 5

Kayla stared at the appendage that had become something of an obsession for her from the moment that they met the other day. She wanted to take it out, but the bulge inside his briefs scared her and made her think that this may not be a good idea. She forced herself to touch it and feel the heat through those briefs. She swallowed hard, licking their lips with an intense impatience that grabbed her by the throat and wouldn’t let go.

“You really don’t have to do this. We could just talk and get to know each other a little better.” Francis was talking himself out of having sex with her. She looked, so classy and also slutty at the same time. In his position, he could easily see the mouthful that was waiting for him. With her straps down, the only thing that was invisible was the hard nipples that were poking through the material. “If you think that we are rushing things, then we can certainly slow things down.” He had never cared about a woman’s feelings before and for him to think about her, as anything other than a sexual object was not something that he was used to.

Running his hands through her hair, he saw her look up at him and that fire in her eyes was giving him every indication that things were not going to come to a standstill.

“I don’t think that I could walk away. I feel like you have this spell over me. I’ve been walking around in a trance thinking about ways to get you naked and here you are.” Kayla was still touching him and watching, as it moved with a pulse of its own through his briefs. “I want you.” “I’d never said that to any man in my life. I don’t want to make him think that I only want his body. That is a part of it, but the rest is the way that he looks at me with that compassion that I see in his eyes. Maybe I’m fooling myself into thinking that there can be anything more here than just a hookup. I hope that I’m not making a mistake.”

Normally, Francis would grab her head and make her take him down to the root. This one time, he was allowing Kayla to set the pace and do things on her own timetable. It was hard to think with all the blood rushing from his big head all the way down to his little one. His senses were alive and the smell of her and the feel of her hand on him was giving him ideas of how tonight was going to go.

“I don’t even have words to convey the way that I’m feeling.” He felt her hand sliding into the folds of his underwear and then grasping onto the hot flesh of his elongated piece of meat. He watched with avid interest, as she pulled him out, so that his large presence was now right there in front of her. “I don’t know what you intend to do… Damn it.” Her tongue cut off his voice and made him jerk in response. He was trying to be a good boy, but that bad boy really wanted to come out and play. “Don’t do that, unless you really mean to go all the way.” He was hoping that this was not some kind of tease.

“I want more.” To show him that she was serious, she opened her mouth and let him enter into the tight hot confines. Her tongue danced over his flesh, sliding along the shaft, until she felt him at the edge of her throat. There was a momentary panic, but that didn’t make her walk away from something that was better than she could imagine. Breathing through her nose, she gave in to the need to see all of him disappear from view. “I don’t want to fucking gag and ruin the moment. I might be a little inexperiencd, but I think that I can do this.” She pushed forward, feeling the spongy and pliable head force feeding into her throat.

Francis was beside himself and he stumbled and held onto the back of the door. If it wasn’t there, he would’ve probably fallen on his ass. “I wasn’t expecting this…oh my god… I wasn’t expecting this at all.” He saw her tongue extend to lick the underside of his balls that were already full to overflowing with the cream that was going to be hers.

He was usually better with his stamina, but having her on her knees sucking his cock was almost too good to be true. He tried to hold out, doing mathematics in his head and thinking about flying an airplane into the sky. It helped to defuse the situation, but that fuse was already lit.

“Please…don’t cum in my mouth. I want to taste it, but I don’t want this to end prematurely. He has no idea what he has done to me. I’m ready to strip down to nothing and spread my legs in invitation to fuck the living daylights out of me.” Kayla could feel the shaft swelling and that vein along the back was more pronounced than it was before.

In a last ditch effort to save face, Francis dragged his cock out of her mouth. It took a Herculean effort and he regretted doing it, but he needed to reciprocate in kind. “I need to cool off.” He lifted her easily onto her feet, turning her and then bending her at the waist with her hands firmly planted on the mattress. His cock was nestled in between her cheeks. He lifted that dress slowly to reveal the silky insides of her thighs and the hard packed globes of her country fed ass. Her wet painted pink lips were ready for him and he went down onto his knees and drew closer, until he gave her his tongue.

Slamming her hand down onto the mattress, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of his tongue slowly inserting itself. “I don’t think that you know what you’re doing. If you did, you would stop. I’m this close and I mean really this close.” “The anticipation is too much and my body is finding his tongue to be enticing. I can feel that orgasm and I know that it’s not going to be very long, before I slam up against his face.”

Francis could feel her lips squeezing down. He loved that she was that responsive. This was the great escape from his mundane life. If he didn’t slow down when he did, then he probably would have made her choke on more than just his words. He couldn’t seem to shake the vision of her all day and having her here right now was like some kind of mirage. He was terrified that he would wake up from what would be considered a wet dream. If this was a dream, then he was going to make the most of it. Driving deep inside of her, he heard her outcry of pleasure and loved that, so much that he wanted to hear it again. Spanking her ass made her almost jump out of her heels. He turned and moved, so that his head was in between her legs. He held her thighs apart and licked the wetness that he found there, following it up, until he was giving her something else to think about.

“I’m…I’m… YESSSS.” Her climax was nothing like the one time that she had been with a man in the Biblical sense. This was more intense and her body began to shake and shiver to the feeling that was running down below in her lower extremities. She gripped the sheets tightly, grinding against his face and loving that he was not even attempting to release her from his embrace.

Her juices tasted divine and while she was in the throes of her own passion that was when Francis got up and presented her with the rock hard stiffness of his own cock. His knob was already drooling something fierce. He used that in combination with her own juices to slide into her like warm butter.

“Jesus…you just did that.” She had made it sound like a question, when it was more a fact. “My god, you didn’t even give me a chance to get ready for to. I fucking love it and I fucking love you.” Kayla didn’t mean to say those three little words, but their union had made it necessary for her to say something. “I want you to fuck me.” Kayla did not have to wait long, as his manly presence began to come back out and then slide back in. Before long, they were moving together and it was a wonder that she was even able to stay standing for the whole ordeal.

“Your pussy just swallowed me whole and there was nothing that I could do about it. Once I got the head in, the rest was pulled by something that grabbed it.” Her hole had given him a suction that he could not pull away from. Her pulsating insides were rippling along his length and keeping him in a constant state of readiness.

“Touch my clit…please…god damn it…touch my clit.” Her legs were trembling and the orgasm that he’d just given her with his mouth was going to pale in comparison to the one that his love staff was stirring to the surface. She started to move back against him when he followed her directions to the letter and touched her tiny little bud. It was hard and unyielding and the feel of his fingers squeezing onto it was more than enough to make her feel like her life was flying by her at breakneck speed.

He might’ve been a bad boy, but she had found a way to use that quality to seduce him or maybe it was the other way around.

“Fuck… You just squeezed down on me. I know that you can feel me deep inside of you and you want me to cum. You are going to get your wish and my body is a live wire ready to go off.” He took a firm hold of her hips, drove into her with long lengthy strokes. He pulled out and then turned her and made sure that she was flat on her back. He climbed back into the saddle, holding himself precariously and trying his best to breathe through the feeling of his impending 0rgasm.

Kayla waited and knew that he was making sure that they were going to have a simultaneous moment together. “I want him to blow his load inside of me. I want us both to be screaming in pleasure and to show each other just how we feel about each other. I’m not going to do anything and he’s basically a hair trigger ready to go off.”

Once he had himself down to a manageable level, he sank back into the depths of her. She moaned and threw her head back in obvious enjoyment. He slowly fucked her. He was giving her every inch and making her feel it down to her toes.

That moment was tapping him on the shoulder. Francis tried to ignore it, but it was strong enough that he had to start moving a little quicker. His pace moved into a higher gear and her ass was now literally jumping off the bed every time that he slammed back against her and then back out. Her legs were around his waist. He could feel her high heels digging into his posterior.

“Here I go… AGAINNNN.” Kayla held on to his shoulders looking him in the eye and watching, as his own orgasm was about to join hers. They found that they were lost in each other and then suddenly his seed bubbled and boiled to the top. He jettisoned five times between her legs, leaving them both almost in a catatonic state. The feel of his cream inside of her was hot. When he pulled away there was a sticky substance now clinging to her lips.

It wasn’t lost on either one of them the way that they were looking at each other. This was not just a one night stand. Then things changed during this ill advised escapade. They had succumbed to their animal instincts. It was not easy for either one of them to admit that they lost themselves in each other. Their bodies had taken them for a ride and left them shaken. They certainly didn’t realize that this would be something long-term. They knew that they wanted to see each other again, but commitment that was another matter altogether. It was time for Francis to man up and do what he said that he would never do.

“I’ve never been that way with any woman and I don’t want you to think that that’s a line, because it’s not. I fell for you from the moment that we met. We should find out, if there was more here than just some off chance romance. After I am done, I’m usually one to tell the girl to leave, but I’m not going to do that this time. Kayla, I want you to stay the night with me. You can curl up against me.” The closeness of the moment had made him realize that he had been missing out on one of the biggest adventures of his life. Love was not something to shy away from. It was meant to run screaming towards it and he was going to do that with Kayla.

They awoke in the morning to find that each of them had stayed exactly where they were completely naked and ready for more. It was a Saturday and they were able to stay in that room and show each other the kind of affection that left them unable to speak.

It wasn’t long after that that she found out that she was pregnant. She was a little scared to tell him. She didn’t want to ruin his life with this kind of news. She watched him pace back and forth and then he turned and scooped her up into his arms with the elation of a father to be. They decided that they would keep the baby and that they would continue their studies. Her mother in her infinite wisdom had decided to move in and take care of the child after its birth. It was not an ideal situation, but it was one that they were going to have to get on board with. It was the only way that her parents were going to allow her to continue to see Francis. It wasn’t like Francis couldn’t afford help. He had money to burn and his inheritance was right there in reach in the next few years.

It was a moment that they could never take back and one that they didn’t want to. They found happiness and his bad boy ways had turned into a real man that was willing to commit to the woman that he loved with a ring on her finger to prove it. This was a start of their new life together and they had every reason to believe that their happiness would not be short lived.

THE END

I am his gift

Chapter One

Where is Gemma Darlings? Gemma rolled her eyes and dropped the magazine in disgust. Someone had slipped it under her door late last night or early this morning. It was obviously at attempt to rattle her, but Gemma was better than that. She was far more resilient than the public wanted to believe.

Still, curiosity got the best of her, and she bent down to pick it up again. Flipping through its pages until she found her story, she leaned against the counter and skimmed over the first few sentences.

Six months have passed since American Sweetheart Gemma Darlings was caught in the arms of married photographer Spencer Harkers. Since the announced divorce of the Harkers couple, the model has since disappeared. Rumor has it that the make-up giant Flawless and clothing designer Stephan Tolstov had both broken their contracts with her. Will Gemma Darlings rise again?

“Rubbish,” Gemma muttered as she tossed the magazine on the counter. Of course, none of it was actual rubbish. There were pictures of her in the arms of her favorite photographer, Spencer was in the middle of a divorce, and she’d been fired from all of her contracts. The public might love a scandal, but no one wanted to be associated with the home wrecker. Spencer and his wife were a beloved duo in the photography world, and people couldn’t believe that Spencer would cheat on her.

All it had taken was one picture for Gemma to go from beloved role model to the woman in red. And the hits had just kept on coming. Piled next to her on the counter were the bills with past-due notices. Her phone and her electricity would be cut off within days. If she didn’t find a way to make some money soon, they’d repossess her car and kick her out of her apartment.

Her beloved apartment. Nestled on the California coast, it overlooked the majestic Pacific Ocean. She made a point to be home as much as possible so she could sit out on her deck and watch the sun set. The golds and reds across the horizon would shimmy and glitter across the cascading waves of the water. Growing up, she’d always wanted a beach view home, and this place was her crowning success. It was the trophy of all that she had accomplished, and she was going to lose it.

“How the mighty do fall,” she murmured as she swept her hand across the counter angrily. The bills fluttered to the floor, and she had to fight back her tears. She blamed Spencer for this. It was all his fault.

The phone rang, and she lunged for it. Normally it was only collection agencies calling for their money, but she never gave up hope that someone would want to work with her again. The name Elizabeth Towney danced across the screen. For a moment, she almost ignored it. Lizzie used to be one of her oldest friends, but they’d drifted apart with Gemma’s success. But this wasn’t the time to be ignoring contacts.

“Lizzie,” she said in what she hoped was a delighted tone. “How are you?”

“Hi Gemma,” she said cautiously. “I’m good. It’s been awhile. I’ve actually been in France for the past couple of months, and I just got back. My mailbox and voicemail is flooded with invites to do interviews about you. What the hell is going on?”

Gemma narrowed her eyes. Lizzie wouldn’t actually agree to do those interviews, would she? They hadn’t talked in months, but surely she wouldn’t betray her like that. “Just a little scandal,” she said breezily. “Nothing to be concerned about.”

“I read the article in Celebrity magazine. It seems like more than just a little scandal. Gemma, I know we’ve been a part for awhile, but I still love you, and now I’m concerned about you.”

Feeling the tears prick her eyes, Gemma took a deep breath. She and Lizzie had been roommates back before Gemma had gotten famous. Together they’d waded through the life that was the scum of Los Angeles. Now she had no idea what Lizzie was doing with her life. What kind of friend was she?

“I’m broke,” she admitted softly. “God, Lizzie, I’m about to lose everything. And I really don’t know what to do. Absolutely no one will hire me. I worked so hard, and now it’s all reduced to one stupid picture in a tabloid.”

“Oh Gemma,” her friend exclaimed. “Come over. We’ll open up a bottle of wine and talk all about it.”

Gemma sniffled and took a deep breath. “You don’t have to do that. I know I’ve been a shitty friend.”

“Nonsense. You need someone, and I’m here for you. And that’s all that matters right now. I’d come there, but I’m up to my elbows in pasta. I’ll text you the address, and you can come sit and chat. Together, we’ll figure something out.”

Up to her elbows in pasta? Lizzie always did like to cook. “Thank you,” Gemma said tearfully, and she meant it. All of her model friends had ditched her as soon as the scandal broke. When Gemma refused to talk about it, they put as much distance between them and her as possible. She’d almost forgotten what it was like to have a friend.

She was resilient. She reminded herself of that over and over again as she grabbed her coat. She’d make it through, even if she did it with a friend by her side.

*                            *                            *

Charlie Connor lounged on his couch and stared at the ceiling. He had three hours before he was supposed to make an appearance at his birthday bash across town, but he was still wearing only his silk boxers.

His thirty-fifth birthday party was the talk of the city. More than five hundred people were invited, and when Charlie glanced over the list, he realized that he didn’t really know even half of them. Those that he was closest to weren’t even on the list. Instead it was all about the A-list. Actors, politicians, models, and singers could celebrate his life with him, but his best friend wasn’t allowed in. Shawn Silva was hardly A-list. He was just an employee at Connor Industries. Apparently twenty years of friendship didn’t land a man an invitation.

The party was supposed to be spectacular. The Victoria secret models would be there. They were flying in the greatest mixologists from all over the world to come up with brand new cocktails, and some well-known blonde singer was supposed to debut her newest song.

There was also a talk of a floating pool. And Charlie didn’t give a damn about it. He had far more on his mind on his thirty-fifth birthday than attending yet another public function. He didn’t want to see the press. He didn’t want to schmooze investors. He just wanted to turn on the television and lose him in mindless dribble for the night.

Most would say that he’d accomplished quite a bit at the age of thirty-five. Connor Industries was thriving. It was one of the biggest corporations in the country, and he had his hand in countless pies. But Connor Industries had been his father’s brainchild. It had been great when Charlie inherited it. He’d made it better, but for Charlie, that just didn’t seem to be enough.

Something was missing. He’d been feeling it for a while now. But he just couldn’t figure out what it was.

Instead of reaching for the remote, he grabbed his phone instead. Shawn picked up on the first ring. “Happy birthday old man.”

“Old man? You turn thirty-five next month,” Charlie grumbled.

“Yup. And that still makes you older than me. Why aren’t you drunk by now? It’s three in the afternoon. Last weekend you said that if you remember anything from your party, you weren’t celebrating correctly.”

“What happens if I just skip the party? You can come over here, and we’ll order pizza and play on the Xbox all night.”

Shawn chuckled. “That sounds awesome, but I’m fairly certain your PR representative would have me assassinated if you skipped your party to be with me. And I have plans to live to see my thirty-fifth birthday. Besides, I’m in New York right now.”

“Why are you in New York?” Charlie frowned.

“Jesus Charlie, you are in a mood. I’m here for the investors meeting. Remember?”

“Ah, shit. That’s right.” Charlie closed his eyes and sighed. So much for hanging out with Shawn all night. “How’s that going?”

“It’s how you think it’s going. A bunch of white men with white hair trying to outdo each other with numbers and figures. I’m ready for a drink, and I haven’t even had lunch.”

“Guess I should get ready for my party,” Charlie grumbled.

“Dude, you are one of the richest men in the city. Barring that, you are a fucking adult. It’s your birthday. If you don’t want to go to your own damn party, don’t go. So it might be a PR nightmare. It’s not like your company is at risk of going under if you don’t make an appearance. Quit trying to make the important people happy. For once, do something that makes you happy. And by that, I don’t mean try your hand at banging all of the Victoria Secret models again.”

“There are still two holding out on me,” Charlie murmured as he grinned at the memory. The press had a field day with those photos.

“If you want to stay in watching television, do that. If you want to go skinny-dipping in the ocean alone, do that. If you want to join your best friend in a series of mind-numbing meetings in New York, I’m not going to stop you,” Shawn joked.

“Well, you’ve made it sound so fun,” Charlie said dryly. “But you’re not wrong. I should be able to say how I spend my birthday. And it shouldn’t be with a ton of people I barely know.”

“Whatever you decide to do, be careful. The paparazzi will eat you alive if they discover that you’re not at your party. Where are you?”

“Condo on Pierce Drive.”

“That’s good. No one has caught on that you own that place. Damn. Perkins is giving me the death stare. I’d better get going. Call me later.”

Charlie was about to say something else, but Shawn hung up. With a shrug, Charlie tossed the phone on the table and pursed his lips. Making a decision, he jolted up and ran into the kitchen. Opening up one of the drawers, he started pulling out to-go menus. As one slid out of his reach, he bent down to pick it up.

Towney Catering.

Someone had given it to him a few weeks ago and mentioned that it was new and hip. Just the two things he hated the most. But when he opened it up, he couldn’t help but see a few things that sounded good.

Vaulting over the couch back, he landed hard on the cushions and leaned his head back. He was going to spend the night with good food, good movies, and possibly good porn.

With a wicked smile, he picked up the phone and dialed his public relations agent. “Johnson,” he said brightly. “I’m really not feeling all that well.”