Bad Boy Sinner (Bad Boy 2)

God, he was beautiful. His face, despite the cut and butterfly sutures on his cheek, was beautiful, his eyes so light blue against his thick dark lashes. He breathed in deeply, his nostrils flaring, and licked his lips—his full sensuous lips.

"Kiss me," he ordered.

I bit my bottom lip, unable not to resist just a bit. "I thought prostitutes didn't kiss their johns."

I raised my eyebrows at him expectantly.

"You're no prostitute and I'm no john," he replied and then he reached one hand behind my head and pulled me to him, my lips meeting his in a kiss that sent a jolt of lust through me from my chest right to my clit, my core aching to feel him fill me up completely. My mouth opened when his did, and he groaned when his tongue touched mine. He pulled me closer, the water splashing around us, his hands slipping down my back to grab a buttock and pull me against his groin.

His erection was hard against my belly and I longed to rub myself against it, to feel it push inside of me, spreading me, filling me.

"Oh, God," I said when our kiss ended. I hadn’t intended to let him know how aroused I was, but it slipped out despite of my attempts to control myself.

He pulled back and met my eyes, his half-lidded. "That's what I want to hear."

We lay like that, his legs trapping my body against his, his erection jutting into my groin, my arms around his shoulders, both of us panting with arousal.

"Don't you want me to wash you?" I asked lightly, trying to look coquettish.

His eyes narrowed. "Good idea." Then he pushed me back to my place across from him. He got on his knees and crawled over so that he was between my thighs. Of course, his big, thick, beautiful cock was right at eye level. He leaned his hands against the wall behind me and looked down. I glanced up and met his gaze. His longish hair fell into his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were parted. At that moment, he was so gorgeous and so dominant, I felt breathless beneath him.

I knew what he wanted. In front of my face, his dick throbbed, the head wet.

"Suck me," he ordered but he didn't need to say anything. I would have on my own, because I’d loved the way he responded that night so long ago when I took him in my mouth that first time.

I leaned forward and licked the head, lapping around the crown, then took the head in my mouth, making sure to glance up and meet his eyes when I did.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered, and bit his lip. "Suck me, Celia."

I did, one hand grasping his shaft, while I worked my tongue under the head and around the crown once more. Then I took him in deeper—as deep as I could before gagging on him, he was so big and thick. He pulled back and I started a smooth rhythm, taking him in deep and then pulling off with a loud wet pop while my hand stroked his shaft.

I squeezed him, pulling out some moisture, then licked the head and he groaned to watch me taste him. Before I could take him in deep once more, he stopped me and stood up, lifting me up with him.

"Enough," he said and stood up, towering over me. He reached down, and I took his hand and stood up as well. He helped me out of the tub and onto the mat, where the two of us dripped for a moment. I reached for a towel but he grabbed my arm and led me out of the bathroom and over to his huge bed. He gripped me under my arms and lifted me up onto the bed, and I turned and crawled up, turning to lie on my back. He crawled up behind me and spread my thighs with his hands, kneeling there, staring down at me, possession clear in his eyes.

I was his at that moment. Completely his to do with as he wanted. I'd be his for weeks—maybe a full year—and he could do whatever he wanted, every night of the week if he wanted.

I liked that idea far too much for my own good.

That knowledge did something to me, my pulse rapid, my body throbbing with lust. I wanted him to push his big thick cock into me and fuck me until I came, but he had other plans. First, he lay completely on top of me, his weight almost crushing me, but it was a comforting weight. I slipped my legs around his hips, wanting to feel his hard cock against my clit, and rub against it wantonly.

He kissed me again, sucking my tongue into his mouth, devouring me with his kiss as I kissed him back hungrily. Our wet bodies pressed against each other, the pressure in all the right places making me even more aroused. He broke the kiss and began licking and kissing my skin—my neck, my collar bone, then down to one breast, which he squeezed. I glanced down to see my breast in his hand, my nipple hard. He licked it, ran his tongue all around the areola, and then took it between his lips and sucked, his tongue pulling at it so that shocks of lust coursed through my body right to my clit.

"Oh, God," I moaned, my eyes closing.

"Watch me," he said in a throaty voice.

I opened my eyes and watched as he moved from one nipple to the other, squeezing my breasts together and lapping his tongue across them, nipping them with his teeth just enough to make me gasp, but without pain.

"Now I'm going to eat you, Celia. I've been thinking about eating you ever since I saw you in the club. I'm going to eat you until you scream my name."

His expression was so intense that I knew he intended to do just that. He moved down my body, lower, his face over my belly, kissing a trail down to my mound. Then he pressed my thighs completely open, his gaze on my pussy.

I ached to feel his mouth on me, his fingers in me, his cock in me. Anything to relieve the arousal I felt. He spread my lips and then glanced up, meeting my gaze. He licked me deliberately, not taking his eyes off mine, wanting me to watch him. I gasped to feel his tongue on my clit, soft and warm and wet against my aching flesh. He kept licking me, running his tongue all around my clit, and then down to the opening to my body. My whole pussy throbbed with need and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came if he kept that up.

Which he did.

He slipped a finger inside me, and I remembered that night five years earlier when he had done the same—the first time I’d felt a man touch me that way. He slipped two fingers inside, stroking up exactly the right way. When he clamped his mouth over my clit and sucked me into his mouth, I groaned out loud, not caring what I sounded like. He sucked and stroked me, and soon I felt the familiar sensation as my orgasm approached. The lust made me breathless, my core tightening as pleasure spread through me.