The Bad Boy Next Door: Lance & Chastity (25 page)

He leans his head to the side, easily dodging my bad throw.

I snarl at him. “Fine! Tell me what to do! Fucking asshole!”

His slow smile spreads. “You realize that’s the first time you’ve ever said fuck in anger? You’re making progress.”

“What, are you trying to turn me into you? A foul mouthed asshole who treats women like shit to get your jollies?”

“No. I’m trying to de-program you. Your mom turned you into a robot. You may not realize it, but you follow the script she beat into you.”

“She didn’t beat me.”

“Maybe not physically. But mentally? That woman is a nightmare.” He snorts, “And I thought my dad was bad.”

I should be hurt by his words. But I also know how sensitive he is about his dad. He means it in some strange way that makes sense, but I can’t yet figure out how.

“Chastity, your Mom and all her bullshit is a part of you. That’s what happens to anyone who has a parent. I was a fucking carbon copy of my dad for the longest time. It took a lot of work to not end up like him. I almost ended up where he is. But here I am.”

“Well, you did good, asshole.” My anger is half-hearted.

“All these sex games are for fun. For a release. But the only thing I really want from you is for you to find yourself. Get rid of all that shit your mom shoved down your throat. Become the person you want to be.”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing! We had sex in a clothing store, for goodness sake! My Mom would never do anything like that!”

“Goodness sake? You’re still her daughter.”

“Oh!” I stamp my booted foot. He’s right. Nobody I know except Charity ever says goodness sake or oh ship or cheese us.

“You may think you’re your own person, but it takes a long time to wipe the slate clean. It did me, believe me. And some parts of you never change, no matter how hard you try.” He lowers his eyes, shaking his head, probably thinking about his dad. “I’m just here to keep pushing you in whatever direction
you
want to go. What direction that is, I don’t know. But you’ll find it.” He smiles to himself, “And if we fuck a lot in the process, so much the better.”

“How do you know all this?”

“Experience.”

Moments like this are a stark reminder that Lance is eight years older than me and didn’t live a sheltered life with an ultra religious mother. He knows all about the big bad world and I know so shamefully little. But he’s sharing his secrets, the keys to living a better life. With me. He obviously figured out how to build an awesome life. All I have to do is look around this office. He’s not his dad. He escaped his humble beginnings and found success. And he’s sharing it with me by making me a small part of it. Is that why him talking to me this way is such an incredible turn on? Obviously. But it’s something else. I nod my head and smile. “You care about me, don’t you?” I expect an evasive answer.

He smiles. “Yes.”

“Why—”

“Shut up and touch yourself.” He kicks his feet back up on the desk.

Now
I want to touch myself. My pussy feels warm and wonderful and it’s begging to be touched. “Can I ask one question?”

“One.”

“Why do I have to touch myself when I totally want to have sex with you right now? Don’t you want to have sex with me?”

“That’s two questions. I’ll answer the first.”

I snort a laugh, “Fuck
you
, Lance.” He is so irritating.

He smiles, proud of himself.

I hate him more. But I’m embarrassed to admit it’s hate in a good way.

“I totally want to watch you make yourself come right now. For real. No faking. I’ll know if you’re faking. I want you dripping all over yourself. Got it?” He unbuckles his slacks and squirms them and his silk boxers down until his cock jumps out, hard as a rock.

“You are so weird.”

“You think that now…” He grips his shaft and starts to stroke. “Start touching. Or you’re gonna watch me come and I’ll be all done for the night. So if you wanna fuck me, you better come first. That’s how this game works.”

“Game? What happened to me being my own person? You’re controlling me more than my mom ever did.”

“I’m not controlling you. You choose to leave or stay. The door’s right behind you. Walk out any time you want. But if you stay we play it my way.”

So I touch myself. Not because Lance told me.

I touch myself…

For me.

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LANCE

Watching Chastity finger herself is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. She’s bold. Brave. A fucking sex bomb.

She drops into a chair in front of my desk and hooks the heels of her boots on the edge. She pushes the chair back so her hot red pussy is in full view. I’m fucking hypnotized by the way the skin stretches as she slides four fingers across the surface. The corners of her lips pop out between them. That shit is fucking hot. I fucking love lips. And they are fucking wet and engorged with blood. The tight skin stretches and retracts as she works it. It takes everything I have not to jump over the desk and fuck her right now. She’s been on the pill for more than a week. I could come inside her right now.

But I wait.

This shit is too good to miss.

The look in her narrowed eyes is total confidence. They challenge me with a threat. A dare. I don’t know fucking what.

I am addicted to the witch’s brew between Chastity’s legs.

I stroke myself slowly, enjoying every second of this.

“You want this?” She sneers as she bites her lower lip and dips a finger inside her pussy and holds it there. “You can’t have it. Look but don’t touch, Lance.” Her eyeliner, which she just started wearing a few days ago, is a little bit smudged, adding a sultry darkness to her eyes.

She pulls out and drags her finger around her clit in slow motion. Her head falls back on the chairback and she moans. She’s not faking. Not some stripper or model chick pretending to get off so they can get in your wallet. This is the real deal.

Chastity is as turned on as I am.

“Taste it,” I grunt.

“What?”

“Taste yourself.”

Her dark eyes smolder. She’s sneering again. She dips her middle finger into her pussy. Drives it deep. Slow. All the way to her knuckles. Fuck. She drags it out and flips me off. It’s a wet lollipop of girl cum. “You want this, don’t you?
You
want to taste it, don’t you?”

Fuck yeah I do.

She snorts a laugh. “Well, fuck you. You can’t.” She licks her finger lollipop, savoring her sugar.

My dick twitches and I’m going to come. I instantly release my hand and try to relax, but every muscle in my dick and ass is locked up tight. A pulse runs up the shaft. Here comes the cum. I force out a slow breath, dropping all the tension in my dick and balls and manage to relax just in time to halt a full ejaculation, but a single bead of cum blooms at the tip as a wave of orgasm floods through me. God damn it, this feels good.

I stare at her, watching her suck on her syrupy finger.

I want to lick it clean. I want to fuck her till she screams.

I would never tell her this, but Chastity Fucking Shields is the hottest sexiest god damn perfectest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet, to fuck, to eat.

Dinner time.

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CHASTITY

Lance leans forward in his executive chair like he’s about to stand up. “I’m gonna eat that sopping pussy of yours, Pink. Eat it till you come all over my face.”

I laugh, “No you’re not. Remember, no touching.”

He eases back down in the chair and grins that devil’s grin, entirely too satisfied with himself. He’s loving this but he won’t admit it. His hands squeeze the armrests of his chair like he has to hold on to that or he’ll try to grab me.

To my surprise, I’m making the rules. Funny what playing with yourself in front of a man will get you if you’re willing to try. Can you say, Shift in the Power Dynamic?

I tease, “If you want to touch something, Lance, touch yourself.”

Between the V of my thighs, I watch him stroke himself slowly. I scoot my ass a little further down in the chair so he won’t miss a thing as I resume touching myself. Then I sneer at him while I smear my fingers around my lips before returning them to my clit. With my other hand, I insert two fingers and start to fuck myself. It feels so damn good. I moan as my vagina tightens in a pre-orgasmic contraction. My eyes clamp and I moan long. “Nnnnnnn…”

“Fuck,” he grunts, his face bunching. His hand suddenly freezes and squeezes the bright red tip of his dick. Only the very end of the swollen head pokes out. “I… can’t—” Suddenly cum fires from his cock and he leans back in his executive chair, groaning loud.

I climb out of my chair and crawl onto the desktop, swiping a pile of papers out of my way. His legs are slack and I plant my hands on the seat of the chair on either side of his hips. He sits up when my weight tips the chair forward, giving me easier access to my target. My mouth dives at his cock, catching the last of him as he spurts onto my tongue. He’s still large and I can’t take him all the way in, but I try, kissing the shaft with my lips, swallowing cum down my throat.

“Lick the tip,” he grunts.

I do, lapping him passionately. I have no idea what I’m doing, but he seems to like it.

“Fuck!” He tries scooting back in the chair but I won’t let him escape.

I work his cock, cleaning the last of his seed.

“Ssssss!!!!” His entire body tenses.

I would say,
Now who’s in control?
But I have his dick in my mouth. Even so, I start to smile, making it impossible to keep a tight seal around his girth. My drool drips out all over his lap. I try to suck it back, but it doesn’t work so I do my best to relax my lips and focus on his pleasure.

He sucks air through his teeth repeatedly. “Fuck,”
hiss
“fuck,”
hiss
“fuck…”

I keep sucking.

After another minute, he sits up suddenly, laughing. “Stop, stop! You’re gonna give me a heart attack!”

I release him but I lick my way up his stomach, tonguing the cum still stuck there.

“God damn, that’s hot,” he mutters.

“Mmmm-hmmm.” I push up slowly, balanced with my hands on the seat of the chair and my knees still on the desk. My arms are shaking from holding myself up for so long in this position. That was a lot of work. But I don’t let it show. I give him my sexiest pussy cat smile as I sit back on my heels on the desk and wipe my wrist across my mouth. “Mmmm. Yummy.”

He’s leaning back in the chair again, gazing at me through half hooded eyes. “You’re telling me. Fuck, woman. Where did you learn to suck dick like that?”

“Just now. I just did what you said and went with it.”

“Jesus Christ, you should give a blowjob seminar at the Learning Annex. You’d make a fucking mint.”

“The Learning Annex?” I snicker.

“Or wherever they give BJ classes, I don’t fucking know.” He laughs softly.

“Hey, I thought you were supposed to watch me come,” I tease, wiggling his cock. “You’re a wet noodle.”

“What can I say?” A slack smile eases onto his face. “You’re too fucking hot and you dance like a pro and I couldn’t fucking help it.”

I smile, proud of myself, leaning my hands on my knees.

He stands up and his slacks fall to his ankles. He kicks them off with his boxers. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”

“You’re not even hard.”

“Lie down.” He looms over me.

I lean back on my hands and slide my boots out until they hang over the edge of the desk.

He squats down and grabs my thighs in his big hands and devours me. His tongue works miracles.

I’m already wet and charged from everything else. It takes seconds for me to fall back into ecstasy. “Oh, God, Lance, that feels wonderful.”

He lifts his slick face. “Don’t. Not yet.” He stands and drops his cock on my crotch, hard once again. “You’re going to come when I do.” He fists himself and slides in slowly, staring down at our flesh connection.

He fills me and begins thrusting, holding onto my hips.

I don’t know how long he pumps in and out, but I am flying the whole time. I try to wait for him, try so hard, but it’s impossible. It feels too impossibly good. When I can’t hold back for a second longer, I whimper, “Lance, I’m going to come.” I coil my legs around his waist and pull him toward me.

He leans over the desk, chest to chest. “Not yet,” he grunts.

“Please, Lance, I’m dying. Oh, God, it’s so damn good. I can’t take anymore.”

“Not yet…”

“Please…”

“Not… Now—f
uck—FUCK!—Come now! Now!!
”

We both explode.

I float outside my body, or something, for several minutes. I’m brought back to reality by the tickling drip of his cum running down my butt crack. That’s when I realize that having sex without a condom is light years beyond condom sex.

Wow.

I can’t even put it into words.

It just is.

He weighs against me, slumped over the desk, his body hot and his muscles hard. He whispers in my ear, “
Now
you’re not a virgin anymore.”

I snort and whisper, “Just now? All that other fucking didn’t count?”

“Nope. And you know what that means?”

“What?”

“You’re mine.”

My hearts swells and I wrap my arms around him and hug hard, squeezing with my legs too. “I love you, Lance,” I whisper. “I love you so—”

He tenses.

Oh, ship!

What did I just do?

Chapter 19

CHASTITY

“What?! No fucking way!!” Lark is practically jumping out of her seat at the In-N-Out Burger in Burbank.

“Waaa-aaaay,” I sing.

“Lance is the Phantom?” Her eyes are a mile wide.

“Yup.”

“
The
Phantom? The one I saw on stage at Coachella last year when I got sunburned like a lobster?”

“Yes, the one with the abs and the mask.”

“How did I not recognize those abs at your pool party? And, what the fuck! How could you not tell
me
?!”

“I just did,” I giggle and pick up my double-double cheeseburger with grilled onions. We’re sitting in one of the plastic booths in the middle of the restaurant, surrounded by other diners eating.