The After Party (A Badboys Boxset)

by Karr, Kim

  “Then we do it my way.” I thought about singing it. However, my dick was in need of some serious attention.

  She licked her lips and dropped to her knees but didn’t make a move.

  Fuck, she was waiting for my direction, and I nearly lost it. Christ. I already felt better than I had in a very long time, and she hadn’t even touched me yet. “Open your mouth,” I said softly. “Take me inside and suck me off but I’m not going to come until my cock is buried deep in your pussy.”

  She tipped her head back as she laughed, exposing her creamy neck. Dark hair hung over one luscious bare shoulder and clung to her face. “Are you going to guide me every step of the way?”

  Lust curled through my stomach and tightened in the pit of my consciousness.

  Christ. What she did to me. She had gotten so far under my skin I couldn’t think straight anymore. I never wanted a woman to own me that way again, and yet I felt like she already did. She just didn’t know it. Yet. The difference was I felt like I owned her. And I’d never felt possessive over anyone. I lifted her chin. “Yes, and you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to. Aren’t you?”

  She nodded.

  I grabbed the base of my cock. “Then my dick is waiting,” I told her.

  She shivered and closed her eyes as I slid into her mouth. My hands palmed her face, soft and gentle, but my thrusts were anything but. I fucked her mouth without mercy. I needed this and so did she. She needed to know that I wanted her so much I couldn’t control myself.

  Soon I allowed my pace to slow, sliding more gently over her tongue, rubbing my tip over her lips before plunging back inside the wetness of her scorching mouth. She felt incredible, and I wasn’t sure I could deliver on the waiting to come until I was buried balls deep inside her, but I was sure going to try.

  “That’s it,” I murmured. “Don’t stop.”

  She smiled around my cock. I’d tipped my hand. She knew she owned me, and I just didn’t care enough to shut up.

  “Christ, you feel so good.”

  At that she sucked me deep. Holding her head in place, I thrust one more time, even deeper, pushing to the back of her throat until she convulsed around me.

  My groan sounded like a growl, even to me, and I knew I had to release her or risk coming right then.

  Pulling my cock from her luscious mouth, I reached down with both of my hands and gently brought her to her feet. Once she was steady, she looked at me. “My clit is throbbing with need. Can I at least touch myself?”

  I raised a brow. “Did you lie to me earlier when I asked if I interrupted something?”

  She looked down. “I didn’t lie. I hadn’t quite decided.”

  I shook my head. “No, you may not touch yourself, and you may not come. You were right, I have to work out what you did in my own way, and I think denying you your orgasm until I come is a first step in your penance.”

  “That’s not fair. You told me you weren’t upset about that anymore.”

  “Keep arguing with me and I won’t let you come tonight at all.”

  Her mouth hung open, but she said nothing.

  “Go to the table and press your chest on the glass,” I told her, my command stronger than any I’d ever issued.

  Her eyes narrowed, and I watched her swallow, but she did as I said. I waited for her to position herself and thought to myself, maybe this was what I needed. A woman willing to be fucked. Crude, down and dirty, and hard fucking. Then again, I’d never attempted to be anything but gentle. I was always a lover, not a fighter. Sadie had triggered something inside me, and I’d never been so turned on.

  Despite the adrenaline pumping through my veins, I took my time undressing. Making her wait. Anticipation hung in the air. She looked over her shoulder, her breathing increasing rapidly with each passing second.

  When I was naked, I slowly walked toward her. Reaching her, I palmed her ass and then pushed her thighs apart with both hands until her pussy spread wide.

  I positioned myself at her opening and held the tip of my cock barely inside. “I’m not going to be easy,” I told her.

  “I don’t want you to be,” she said, glancing over her shoulder.

  “And remember, this is for me. You do not come.”

  She nodded.

  With her consent, I drove deep, thrusting inside her with one forceful lunge. Heaven. She was heaven. Her pussy quivered as I thrust even deeper, and then she started to shake out of control. She was going to come.

  I pulled all the way out. Without any thought, I gave her a warning smack on the ass. I’d never done anything like it. “Remember, you do not get to come before me. This is for me.”

  She looked back at me, biting her lip, and then gave me a nod.

  I soothed my hand over the spot I’d spanked and I then I asked her, “Have you ever had anal play?”

  She shook her head.

  “Neither have I, but I don’t plan to keep it that way.”

  Her hands gripped the table and I could tell this excited her. I started thrusting again, harder now. My dick swelled and her pussy tightened, and I couldn’t hold on. I leaned into her, my body covering hers, and then I came, and I came, and I came. Harder than I ever had.

  I felt my warm cum dripping between us and it made me feel like a conqueror. A caveman who’d just marked his woman. A man who knew what he wanted.

  Who the hell was I?

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  JAXSON

  THREE HOURS LATER, AFTER A quick dinner and a swim in the ocean with lot of dry humping underwater, I knew she was more than ready for me.

  For my tongue in her pussy.

  For my mouth on her clit.

  For my fingers to spread her open and fuck her raw.

  Yeah, I’d been being a dick. Denying her orgasm when I fucked her and making her wait to come. Teasing her. Taunting her. Driving her wild. But hey, I was only human, and watching the way her body reacted to my every touch and to every dirty word I whispered, lit me up in a way I couldn’t explain.

  Made me feel almost invincible.

  Striping out of my swimsuit, I watched as hers puddled on the ground and stalked in her direction. Without a word, I pushed her back on the bed and stared down at her.

  Her nipples with their hard points and her breathing labored were dead giveaways of just how much she wanted this.

  I didn’t make her wait anymore.

  Dropping to my knees, I looked up at her. “Use your hands to spread your pussy wide for me. I’m going to taste every inch of you and then I want you to come all over my face.”

  She slid her hands down her belly exactly as I’d caught her doing earlier, and I knew then in the very near future I’d watch her make herself come, just not now.

  A moan escaped her throat when her fingers rubbed over her clit and I didn’t wait another second. The instant my tongue made contact with her pussy, she jerked and bucked forward, screaming out my name like a prayer.

  I grasped her hips with both of my hands and brought her to my mouth, my tongue plunging inside her, penetrating her with one movement.

  She cried out and grabbed my hair, pulling it, as her hips rocked.

  My thump rubbed lazy yet firm circles over her clit and I ate her like the starving man I was. My tongue explored inside her and over her. She was writhing and I took complete control over her when I used my free hand to squeeze her ass, dictating how fast and slow she fucked my tongue.

  When I knew she was good and ready to come, I used both my hands and slid my fingers between her ass cheeks. I parted them just as she had her pussy. With my tongue on her clit, I teased the rim of her puckered entrance and pushed in the barest amount.

  That was when she lost her mind. Pushing my face into her and pulling my hair even harder at the same time, she bucked and writhed like an earthquake was moving through her body and came all over my face.

  “Oh, my God,” she screamed. “Jaxson.” Over and over until she went lax.

  I kissed her
belly and then rose to my feet, tasting her on my lips and already wanting more.

  Pulling her to an upright position, I took her chin in my hand and looked down on her, feeling all-powerful, all-man, all-savage. “You asked me what I wanted from you earlier, and I told you I wanted to fuck you. What I didn’t tell you was I want to fuck you over and over for the next five weeks. How do you feel about that?”

  She brought her lips a hair away from mine and whispered, “As long as I get to come first from now on, I’m good with that.”

  I pulled my lips away. “And if I say no?”

  She brought her lips to mine once again. “Then you can watch me make myself come over and over.”

  The laughter that I expelled was hearty. “We’ll see about that,” I mumbled, crashing my mouth to hers in a filthy kiss that left us both breathless.

  Falling to the bed so I could fuck her until she sung my name, I glided my hands down between us and took hold of my swollen cock.

  She pushed at my chest.

  With a raised brow, I stared down. “What?”

  “I come first.”

  The smell of her shampoo, the soft caress of her touch, the feel of her velvety smooth skin, I wanted it all on me. All over me. It was crazy how much I wanted her.

  I rose up on my elbows. “Fine,” I relented, my balls so tight and my cock so hard I would have agreed to just about anything to have her again.

  Her tongue darted out, and she swiped it across her bottom lip, teasing me, inviting me, and practically begging me to take her. “Since that is settled, what are you waiting for?”

  I looked out at the dusky sky and didn’t have a fucking clue why I was still where I was, unmoving. All I knew was she could have my dick anytime she wanted it, but that was all I had to give.

  And I hoped I’d been clear about that.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  SADIE

  I WOKE WITH A HARD male body wrapped around me.

  Feeling trapped in the dark room, I started to panic. My entire body went taut, and I felt the need to flee. Then my eyes flickered open, and I remembered where I was.

  Everything came back to me in a flash.

  How Jaxson had come to me.

  Let me in.

  Told me he was sorry. That he wanted to keep me close to him rather than turning me away. What he’d said, and how he wanted to take care of me, it was more than I could have asked for.

  I also knew he meant only for the time we had together, and I was okay with that. I had to be. He couldn’t be in my life afterwards. That was something I had to face on my own.

  Sex and him for five weeks was more than I deserved, and I greedily accepted the terms. Accepted the no-attachment clause he’d inferred. Attachments wouldn’t work where I was headed, anyway.

  I glanced at the time. We had less than an hour before we had to leave to board the plane for St. Kitts.

  “Are you awake?” I whispered.

  “No,” he answered grumpily.

  I laughed and reached for the light. I wanted to shed the dark. To see the light.

  He squeezed his eyes shut. “Turn that off.”

  I did not. Instead, I looked at him. His naked body was uncovered, and I stared at the tight coil of muscles that marked his arms. At the lazy, kind of messy wash of dark hair that fell over his forehead and flipped out at his ears.

  A grumble came from his throat, but then I burrowed back in the bed and pushed my body against him, and his complaints turned into groans.

  It took less than a second for his erection to rub against my naked bottom. I’d forgotten I wasn’t wearing any underwear. That I had none. I never slept naked. It was the fight or flight in me. Years of never knowing when I was going to be woken up and locked away.

  The blunt tip of his cock rubbed against the entrance to my ass, and my entire body reacted as if he’d set it on fire. Desire roared through my veins, and there was no dousing the flame.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. “You can’t do that.”

  “I’m sorry,” I offered, immediately pushing forward, and away from him. Unsure if I had misread him and the way he wanted me endlessly. But I knew I hadn’t, and I knew he wanted me.

  “I lied,” he whispered into my ear.

  I looked over my shoulder and played coy. “About what?”

  “About not wanting you to do that. I do.”

  “I know you do,” I giggled.

  He advanced on me, his arms circling me, pulling me to him with an air of dominance I found completely sexy. Lust and authority swirled his delicious blue eyes. “How exactly do you know that?”

  “It’s in your gaze. The way the blue in your irises dilates when you’re turned on. But I want to be clear about one thing,” I told him.

  He laughed. “You don’t get to make demands. I think I made that clear yesterday.”

  Heat shot into my cheeks at the memory of how he made me wait, and how much I didn’t want to, but did. “Yes, you call the shots in bed. You made that clear. But I want to make sure you know this isn’t a payment of debt. That me having sex with you whenever you want isn’t in any way meant as a form of penance.”

  He shook his head. “You need to get over that. Letting me bury my cock inside you isn’t paying me back. And allowing yourself pleasure that I think you want more than you even know is definitely not repayment to me,” he breathed.

  I didn’t respond. I did want pleasure. It was a pleasure I’d never had. It could be the place or the man, or the fact that I was free of the world I had worried about for so long.

  “Am I right?” he prompted.

  I sucked in a breath. “Yes.”

  “Then come a little closer. Let me give you that pleasure.”

  I wiggled back against his hard, thick cock until his tip hit the seam of my ass. Anal play was nothing I’d ever thought about, but I was thinking about it now.

  With a groan, he placed a gentle finger on my clit. “Fuck, you’re dripping wet for me.”

  I moaned in delight at his touch. “I can’t help myself.”

  Rolling me back onto the pillow, he shifted his body over mine, so he looked down into my eyes. “Have you been this wet for days?”

  “No,” I said firmly.

  “That’s a lie.”

  I nodded.

  He grinned and maneuvered a little more until my legs were spread wide. “Tell me how much you want me.”

  With his heavy erection resting between my legs, I couldn’t stop the heat that crept over my entire body. “So much it hurts.”

  His lips twitched in annoyance. “Good, then stop talking and kiss me. We don’t have much time before we have to leave for work.”

  I reached up to meet his mouth. His lips moved hungrily over mine, demanding, taking, and his eagerness to have me stole my breath. No one had ever wanted me the way he did.

  “Tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he demanded.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I replied breathlessly.

  He kissed me again, as if he couldn’t stand to have his mouth away from mine for another second. Then he reluctantly dragged his lips from mine.

  I took his face between my hands. “Where are you going?”

  His eyes simmered with lust and arousal, but then he sighed.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “I still don’t have any condoms.”

  I pulled him back down to me. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “I’ll get some, I promise,” Jaxson said skimming his lips down my body and placing his mouth between my breasts.

  We were clean. We’d established that. I didn’t care, but I did care that he wanted to do this again because I knew I wanted to, as well. I arched into him, seeking more of his mouth. And he gave me more, kissing a line down to my belly.

  For the first time in months, my stomach didn’t twist. Instead, it quivered beneath his mouth, and a soft moan escaped my throat. “Jaxson, I need you inside me.”

  Just as softly and sl
owly as he’d trailed a line of soft kisses down my body, he trailed one up, not stopping until he reached my mouth. “And I can’t wait to be there.”

  Looming strong above me, he smiled, and then molded his lips to mine. Our tongues tangled, clashed, twisted, and rolled until I was breathless and panting.

  Jaxson groaned low in his throat, and then he pushed his arms underneath me so he could bring me closer to his body.

  “You can’t hurt me,” I managed.

  As soon as I said this, his hips arched fluidly. And then his cock was sliding in and out of my body until I was dizzy with pleasure. And he was close. So close to me. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t touching me. He was surrounding me. Filling me in places that had never been touched. He made me feel safe, wanted, alive.

  I closed my eyes and hugged him to me. Not wanting the barest distance between us, I clung to him as he rocked into me, deeper, harder, faster, penetrating me to my very soul.

  “Sadie.”

  His tender voice pulled me from my scattered thoughts.

  “Look at me, Sadie.”

  I snapped my eyes open to see him staring intently down at me. “Are you certain you’re okay? I should have asked you last night, but didn’t.”

  I nodded. “I’m certain. Just kiss me.”

  And he did.

  Fiercely.

  Possessively.

  Like he couldn’t get enough of me.

  “How close are you?” he whispered.

  “Close,” I said, clawing at his back.

  “Good,” he breathed. “Good.” His eyes flashed and his jaw clenched in pure adulterated pleasure as he thrust deeper, harder, faster. I didn’t think I’d ever made anyone go this insane.

  “Don’t stop. I’m almost there,” I called out as my release built higher and deeper—so deep I felt like I might turn inside out.

  Then he was kissing me again. Harder. Faster. Hotter. Until I was breathing his air and he was breathing mine.

  “Oh, God, Jaxson. Oh, God.”

  All of his control seemed to be gone, and he began to move at lightning speed. Up. Down. In. Out. “Oh fuck, what you do to me.”

  I went slick around him, and he moved easier, pushing into me until I gasped at how deep he had gone.