The Bad Boy's Seduction (Bedding the Bad Boy Book 2) (5 page)

“You don’t like dirty talk?” he asked, eyebrows floating up his forehead as he brought his hand back to her thigh. “How can you not like dirty talk?”

“I just don’t,” she said with an uncomfortable shrug. “It feels crass.”

“That means whoever was dirty talking to you wasn’t doing it right,” he said, hitching her thigh over his hips while he slid his other hand beneath her ribs, pulling her on top of him.

Olivia blushed as she straddled him, not sure she was ready for this much naked interaction when they weren’t having sex.

Come to think of it, she’d never just hung out naked and talked with a man after. She’d always either fallen asleep or hurried to get dressed, feeling shy after the initial rush of wanting had faded.

“Now you just relax,” Colton said, threading his fingers through her hair as he guided her head down to his chest. “Lie here on me and let me talk filthy fucking dirty to you until you like it.”

She made a dubious sound, but closed her eyes and relaxed against him, breathing in the smell of sex and sweat and Colt, an unholy trinity she knew could quickly become one of her favorite scents on earth.

“First, I’m going to tell you how hot it made me to lick your pussy,” he said, in a husky voice, summoning a nervous giggle from her throat.

“No laughing, Page.” He swatted her bare bottom lightly, sending an unexpected clutching sensation spreading through her pelvis.

“Yes, sir,” she said, biting back an excited grin.

She’d never been spanked before, either, but she’d always been intrigued by the idea. Maybe once Colton realized she was never going to be a fan of dirty talk they could explore other previously uncharted territory.

“Good, now keep that pretty mouth closed while I tell you how much I loved fucking your pussy with my mouth,” he said, smoothing his palms up and down her bare bottom, stoking the fire building low in her body. “I loved the sounds you made while you were trying not to come and the way you rode my face. And I loved the taste of you, your wetness all over my tongue, letting me know I was getting you so fucking turned on.”

She closed her eyes, this dirty version of a bedtime story growing on her a little.

“I loved your nipples in my mouth, too,” he continued. “I loved licking and sucking on your skin, feeling you grind on my cock because you wanted me inside you so bad. I could feel how much you wanted me to fuck you, Olivia. How you were dying for me to spread you wide and take you.”

Olivia swallowed, her breath coming faster and her body sizzling to life.

“It made me want to bend you over the side of the bed and fuck you from behind.” He hummed softy, like he was imagining how hot it would be to have her bent over and at his mercy. “I’d wrap my hands around your waist and watch my cock disappear inside of you and come out all wet and slick. Then I’d slip my hand beneath you and play with your clit until you came for me.”

She bit her lip, fighting the urge to groan.

“You would come so hard for me then, baby, your pussy squeezing me so tight that I would want to come, too. But I wouldn’t. Instead, I’d get you on top of me, just like this, and I’d play with your tits again. I’d tease you until you were begging me to fuck you, until your pussy is so wet you—”

“Stop,” Olivia whispered, breathing so hard she was starting to get dizzy.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “You don’t want to hear how wet you’re going to be? How you’re going to be so fucking turned on you’ll come the second I push my cock back inside you?”

“N-no,” she stammered, pulse hammering in her throat. “I’m not sure I can handle anymore without passing out.”

“So you’ve decide you’re open to dirty talk?” His hands slipped around her bottom and tugged her knees up, shifting her until her bare sex brushed against the base of where he was hard again.

He was hard again. Already.

Thank God.

Her breath rushed out in relief.

Her eyes fluttered open as she braced her hands on his chest, pushing up until she could look down into his hooded eyes. “You’ve converted me.”

“Oh yeah?” He watched with obvious interest as her hand moved between their bodies. “That fast?”

“That fast.” Her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly up and down. “You were right, I had never heard dirty talk done properly. And I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything as much as I want you inside me again. Right now.”

“But first it’s your turn,” he said, his palms smoothing up her thighs to circle her waist. “Talk dirty to me, Olivia. Say something filthy with that pretty mouth.”

She blushed. “I don’t know that I’m ready for that.”

“Sure you are,” he said. “There’s a dirty mind in there just waiting to come out. I can see it in your eyes.”

“What you see is how much I want you,” she said, heart beating even faster as her tongue slipped out to dampen her lips. “How much I love touching you, feeling you hard in my hands. I can’t wait to have you inside of me. I want to ride you until you come so hard. I love the way it feels when you come, when you lose control because I’ve made you feel so good.”

“So much better than good,” he said, his eyes darkening. “And that’s a very good start. We’ll have you telling me to fuck your pussy hard in no time.”

She pressed her lips together. “Yeah, well, I may need some time to work up to that. But in the meantime how about I show you how much I liked the things you said to me?”

“That sounds fucking perfect,” he said, watching her position him at her entrance. “And that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Olivia settled on top of him, slowly, inch by inch, watching him watch the place where they were joined and knowing he was right. This was the sexiest moment of her life.

She had never felt more beautiful, more powerful, or more turned on than when she braced her hands on Colt’s chest and began to ride him. She went slowly at first, holding his gaze as he cupped her breasts in his hands, teasing her nipples between his fingertips. But soon the pressure twisting inside of her grew so intense that she had to move faster, sliding up and down his length with increasing urgency, her breath coming in swift pants.

“God, Olivia, yes, don’t stop,” he said, urging her on with his hips, lifting her into the air as he thrust harder, meeting her on the way down. “You’re so beautiful, baby, you drive me crazy. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Her head fell back as she moved faster, chasing the edge with Colt right beside her. His hands were everywhere and his words swirled through her head, turning her on every bit as much as his touch until they reached the wall and broke through at the same time.

Their simultaneous orgasm seemed to last forever, spinning tighter and tighter in seemingly infinite spirals of pleasure before Colt’s hips finally dropped back to the bed and Olivia fell forward, collapsing bonelessly onto his chest.

They were still lying there, sweaty and spent, when the door downstairs slammed open and Daisy called out, “Olivia where are you? I’ve been waiting at the store for half an hour. Are you okay?”

Olivia’s eyes flew wide. “Oh. Shit.”

CHAPTER NINE

Colton

By the time he had his boxers back on and reached for his jeans, Olivia was already wrapped in a bright pink robe and dashing toward the door.

She paused in the doorway to spin back to him and hiss, “Stay in here and don’t say anything. I’ll get rid of her and be right back.”

“But I—”

She cut him off with a rapid slicing motion of her hand across her throat. “No talking, no moving. Try not to breathe more than you absolutely have to or she will
know
I have a man up here and she won’t stop until she figures out exactly who it is.”

“Olivia? Is that you?” Daisy called.

“It’s me, I’m sorry, I took a nap and overslept,” Olivia called out in a falsely cheery voice he doubted would fool his sister for a second. “Be right down!”

With a final wide-eyed look in his direction and a finger pressed to her lips, she turned and fled down the hall.

Colt heard her footsteps pounding down the stairs, catching his sister before she made it past the landing. He wasn’t sure it was such a big deal if Daisy discovered that he and Olivia had been upstairs together—after all, Daisy was the one who had decided to play matchmaker—but he believed in giving the women in his life what they wanted as often as possible.

Especially a woman who had just made him come so hard he wasn’t sure his cock would ever be the same. Fuck, it had been amazing. Her tight little pussy and her beautiful tits in his mouth and her breathy little cries as she came on his cock.

He closed his eyes, forcing his mind to clear.

If he didn’t stop thinking about the past hour, pretty soon he was going to be ready for round three and just in case Olivia couldn’t get rid of Daisy, he didn’t want to be lying here with a hard on.

Moving carefully and quietly, he pulled on his jeans and tee shirt before sitting back on the bed and settling in to wait. Ten minutes passed and then fifteen, but Colt was a patient man. He was also worn the hell out from fucking Olivia. He probably would have been able to close his eyes and take a cat nap while she dealt with Daisy if it weren’t for one pressing issue.

The issue of his bladder pressing against his other internal organs, insisting it was time to pay the price for drinking two cups of coffee with brunch.

Colt waited another five minutes, straining for the sound of the front door closing, signaling the coast was clear, but he finally had no choice but to reach for his prosthetic. He supposed he could hop down to the bathroom at the end of the hall, but that would make more noise than the click of his pin fitting into the lock.

And Olivia had shut the door behind her. With a little luck, any small sound he made wouldn’t carry all the way from her bedroom to wherever she and Daisy had gotten off to.

Smoothing his silicone sleeve into place, Colt fit the pin into the lock at the base of his leg and stood up, applying weight until the pin clicked a few times as it found home.

It took maybe thirty seconds and the floorboards beneath his feet only creaked the slightest bit.

Satisfied that he had been quiet enough to avoid detection, he crept slowly across the room, his footfalls all but silent on the hardwood. He opened the door and stepped out into the hall, prepared to continue his light-footed sneak down to the bathroom.

Unfortunately, the moment he emerged from Olivia’s room, his appearance was met with a horrified shriek from the direction of the staircase.

CHAPTER TEN

Colton

“Oh my God!” a feminine voice screeched. “What the hell are you doing up here?”

Colt’s eyes slid guiltily to the stairs to see his sister’s ponytailed head and scandalized expression just visible in the stairwell leading to the ground floor.

“Um, going to the bathroom?” Colt said with a grin, deciding playing innocent was the best call. At least until he figured out why Daisy was upset.

This was what she had wanted, wasn’t it?

“Going to the bathroom in Olivia’s room, without your sweater on? Yeah, right Colt, and I was born yesterday.” She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, sending her hair flying. “Argh! I can’t believe you. I mean, seriously, you couldn’t keep it in your pants for two more months out of respect for my best friend? And for me, who has to live here after you’re gone?”

His face went hot, but before he could decide if he was embarrassed or outraged, Olivia appeared behind Daisy, followed closely by a man in air force battle dress uniform.

“Calm down, Daisy,” Olivia said, hurrying past his sister and up to the top of the stairs. “I can explain, we were just—”

“Tucker!” The name burst from Colt’s lips, his irritation vanishing in a wave of happiness to see his brother. “When did you get in?”

“An hour ago. I took the bus in from Denver.” Tucker stopped behind Daisy, his dark blue eyes flitting between Colt to Olivia as she hurried down the hall to stand in front of him, shielding him with her body as if he were the one wearing a bathrobe. “I was going to head home for a beer and a shower, but Daisy insisted I come with her to say hi to Olivia first.”

Tucker grinned, a wider, harder version of Colt’s own smile. “I was afraid Dee was going to pull one of her matchmaking schemes on me, but it looks like you beat her to the punch.”

“I was going to re-introduce two people who would have been perfect for each other,” Daisy said, scowling up at Tucker before transferring her glare to Colt, where it grew significantly more menacing. “Tucker is actually interested in a meaningful relationship with a smart, sensitive, wonderful woman like Olivia. Tucker is a grown-up who understands that feelings aren’t something that should be kept separate from other bedroom activities.”

Colt grunted. “Now, listen, Daisy, I—”

“I never said anything about wanting a relationship,” Tucker said, cutting Colt off. “And I certainly never gave any sign that I want to talk about ‘bedroom activities’ with my little sister. I said I wanted a shower, a sandwich, and a beer with my family by the fireplace. When did that turn into wanting to be forced into dating someone while I’m home on leave?”