The Bad Boy (Black Mountain)

“Tell me you want to be in my bed.” He gently bit her bottom lip and a sigh of pleasure left her involuntarily.

“Let’s go inside.” She pulled back and tried to control herself. “Take me to your room,” she whispered. “Take… me.”

With one more long and slow kiss, he pulled back and got out of the car, moved around to the passenger side door to help her out, and then they were heading inside to the darkened house, and in his room minutes later, both of them wanting this too badly to try and take things slow.

The glow from the streetlight across the street washed in through the bedroom window, the only light they needed. And then they just stared at each other for a suspended moment before they moved together at the same time, chests pressing to chests, mouths latched onto mouths.

Everything happened in a flash of clothes being taken off and tossed aside, of hands roaming over bare flesh, of hardness against softness. Her nipples were so hard there was no doubt he didn’t feel the peaks scraping against his chest. And the low rumble that left him confirmed that.

He moved his mouth back down to her throat and growled. “I fucking love this part of your body.” He flattened his tongue at the base of her throat and dragged it up slowly. “Hell,” he groaned. “I love every part of you.” She let her head fall back and closed her eyes. “I’m going to take my time with you, Mary. This time isn’t going to be a quick fuck against the wall at the gym.” His voice was scratchy and vibrated her neck. He cupped one bared breast, rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger, and moved to the next. “I’m going to really take my fucking time with you.” He continued to drag his tongue up and down her throat, licking at her like he was some primal animal tasting her… marking her.

It was a heady sensation, one that made her feel owned in the best kind of way.

He wrapped his arms around her and moved them toward the bed, the mattress hitting the back of her knees and stopping their movements. He used his upper body to push her back, gravity and the heavy weight of his muscular body taking her down to the mattress. She exhaled when all that hardness pressed into her.

“Open for me, baby,” he said between kisses against her mouth.

She spread her thighs and he settled between them, and when she felt the hot hard length of him slide between her embarrassingly soaked pussy, they both groaned.

“You feel so good under me… so good in my bed.” He braced himself on his forearms and lifted his upper body partially up, looking down at her. He never took his gaze from her as he moved one of his hands up and down her side, his fingers skating softly along her body until goosebumps rose up.

And then he went lower.

When he reached her navel, Alex moved the digit around the indentation slowly before moving even lower until he reached the top of her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched in anticipation, and more wetness spilled from her.

“I want to taste you here, Mary.” He stared into her eyes as he cupped her pussy, his fingers parting her folds having a little sound leave her. “Will you let me?” Lowering his mouth close to hers, Alex pressed it against hers and whispered, “I want to lick your pussy, Mary. I want to lick your cunt until you come all over my face. I want to swallow your honey.”

She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his firm, warm flesh. “God, Alex.” Mary had never had a guy down there before, never wanted it or thought about it. But just thinking about Alex putting his mouth on her… licking her there, made her yearn for it. “I think—I think I want you to do that.” She couldn’t believe the words that just came from her. She’d never been so forward before.

Alex groaned and rested his forehead against hers and started moving his fingers up and down her pussy, parting her lips and brushing them against her clit. A gasp and moan was pulled from her. She was burning alive.

“I want you to...” She didn’t know how to say it as obscenely as she wanted. He didn’t respond, just trailed his lips down her body and stopped when he got between her thighs.

“I gotchu, baby. Don’t worry. I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.” His warm breath brushed along her slit, and even though she should have felt some semblance of self-consciousness that his face was so close to that part of her, Mary felt nothing but unrestrained desire.

“Alex.” Neck arching, hands fisting into the sheets, and her breath leaving her violently, Mary stared at the ceiling when Alex ran the tip of his tongue along the opening of her body. She was panting so hard, if she hadn’t already been lying down she’d have passed out surely.