Cocky Prick: A Bad Boy Romance

by Tessa Thorne

  Where I’ve been lacking in time to sit and talk with my husband, it’s been made up for with a procession of amazing food. My mom may have deferred to my wishes with not wanting a limo to take us to the reception, or where I wanted to hold the reception. If she'd gotten her way, we'd be at my parents' house or Brooklyn Botanic Garden. But she put her foot down when it came to the variety and amount of food being served tonight.

  The first course is a choice of beef carpaccio, fluke ceviche and hamachi tartare appetizers. Of course, we got all three at the bride and groom’s table. Following the appetizers is a course of starters made of roasted beets, a spring salad and roasted mushrooms. Thankfully, we have plenty of guests stopping by our table to help us finish off all three. I don't want to fill up on the starters.

  Finally, the main courses arrive. I admire the plates of charred octopus, poached halibut, roasted quail and hanger steaks. I call it quits by the time I finish the octopus, my favorite, and have only a small bite of the halibut. Then I turn to an all-liquid diet of wine, but Gio has the stamina to make it through his steak and most of mine. Good. He's going to need the extra energy for later.

  After we entertain the last guest, and take the last group photograph, I lean my head onto Gio’s shoulder, glad to see the tables emptying out. It’s not that I don’t enjoy seeing my family and friends, and entertaining our guests. But if I’m being honest with myself, it's brutally exhausting and I want to save the last of my energy for my husband. “I hope you aren’t going to be too full for tonight,” I say lightly.

  He turns toward me and grins as he takes a sip of bourbon from his crystal glass. “There’s always room for dessert, and I don’t mean the tiramisu.”

  My face flushes as I picture him under my wedding dress, tasting my dessert. “Looks like the place is emptying out,” I hint.

  “I think it’s time for us to take our leave.” He nods his head toward my parents. “Let’s go say goodbye.”

  He stands and helps me up. My mom sees us and pulls my dad away and they come to meet us.

  “Are you two ready to call it a night?” my mom asks.

  I nod, rubbing my stomach. “I’m exhausted, and stuffed, too. And if Sarah’s already left, you know the party’s officially over.”

  Gio nods. “This was a truly amazing wedding, Gina. It would have made my mother very happy.”

  He opens his arms and embraces my mom in a warm hug. Once they part, he holds his hand out to my dad and they shake firmly. “Thank you for everything.”

  My dad nods, pulls him into an embrace and pats him firmly on the back. “I meant what I said. Welcome to the family, Son.”

  “It’s an honor, Father.”

  “Will you two need a ride home?” my mom asks. “I know you two didn’t go light on the wine.”

  Gio chuckles. “No, I think we might crash here in her office.” He turns to me, a wicked glint in his eye. “What do you think?”

  I fake a yawn. “I think that sounds like a really good idea.”

  I dim the lights in the office as I look down on the last few workers left, cleaning up after the reception. I load a playlist on my computer with a few clicks of my mouse until there’s a nice mix playing on the club sound system.

  “Does this remind you of something?” I ask Gio as I shake my hips and step toward him.

  He looks up as if he has to think about it. “This is what was playing that first night you invited me up here.”

  I bite my bottom lip as I saunter toward him. “You have a really good memory.”

  “It was a very memorable night.” He grins as he takes me by the hips.

  “Too bad the guests are gone.” I lean into his chest and kiss him on the jaw. “We missed our chance to tease them.”

  He grabs my ass and pulls me into him. I can feel his hardening shaft pressing against my belly through the corset in my dress. “You wicked girl. Am I going to have to spank you?”

  “I think you have to.” I pout invitingly. “This is no way for a proper wife to behave.”

  I squeal as he sits down on the couch, pulls me down over his knees and smacks me on the ass over my dress.

  “This just won’t do.” He lifts the dress over my ass, drapes it over my head and gives my ass a firm smack. “What kind of lady wears a thong under her wedding dress?”

  He picks me up and turns me around. I smile at him as I see another look of recognition cross his face.

  “This is a white version of that same thong you were wearing that night.” He licks his lips as he dips his fingers under the sheer front of the panties. I gasp as he slips a finger between my lips and plunges it inside me.

  “How long have you been wet for me?” he asks as he pulls out his finger and sucks my honey off his finger.

  “Since you kissed me at the altar,” I confess.

  He lays me down on the couch, spreads my knees with his shoulders and lowers his hot mouth down above my panties. This time he doesn’t make me beg. I guess it's a privilege of being Gio’s wife. He hooks his thumbs into the sides of my thong and I lift up my ass so he can pull them off me.

  Still hungry for dessert, he presses his lips down against my entrance and dips his tongue inside me. I groan as I fist his hair and grind my pussy against him, feeling the tip of his nose rubbing against my clit. He spreads me out with his fingers as he tastes every bit of me, running his lips and tongue over my folds as an orgasm starts to build inside me.

  He slips a finger inside me as his lips latch onto my clit, licking it with broad strokes of his tongue. I gasp and moan, lifting my body against him as he thrusts another finger inside me and starts pumping hard. As my groans get louder, he thrusts harder until he clamps down on my clit, sucking it against his flicking tongue until my orgasm breaks like the rising tide over a dam and crashes through my body.

  He sits up, licking my glistening wetness off his lips, his hands massaging my inner thighs as I come down from the intense orgasm.

  I smile at him, watching him through pleasure-glazed eyes. “That felt so good, Gio.”

  “You taste a lot better than tiramisu.” He grins.

  I laugh lightly as I sit up, bunching my dress around me. “Take off your pants.”

  He stands up, his cock proudly bulging against his fly as he undoes his belt, kicks off his shoes and lets his pants drop to the floor. I turn over on the couch and get on my hands and knees. I love it when Gio makes love to me in this position. Pulling my dress over my hips, I shake my ass at him invitingly.

  I look over my shoulder, loving the horny look on his face, and lick my lips at the sight of his massively engorged cock. “Don’t go easy on me. I want you to give me a baby tonight.”

  He doesn’t need any more urging as he climbs up on the couch behind me and grabs me by my hips. He's quick to slide the tip of his cock between my lips, and with one thrust he slips his entire length inside of me. I gasp as the tip of his cock presses against the back of my pussy, and he grinds his pelvis against my ass before pulling out and slamming back inside me.

  “You look so fucking hot with your bare ass sticking out of your wedding dress,” he growls as he ruts me harder than he has ever before.

  If I could form words I’d tell him how hot he looks in his tuxedo shirt and jacket with his cock flying proud like a flag, but I just give in to his cock, moaning louder with every thrust. Pulses of pleasure shoot out from my pussy into every part of my body with every slam, until I start seeing black dots and my pussy starts clamping down on his cock trying to milk him for his seed.

  He grunts as he drives his hard cock deep, igniting an explosion of pleasure through me as he unloads his thick cum inside me. I lock my elbows to steady myself and push back against him, grinding my ass against his hips, making sure my pussy swallows every last drop of his seed.

  Finally spent, he leans over me, his arms planted by my side. I turn my head so I can look into his eyes. He looks almost drunk with pleasure, and I imagine I look the same. He presses hi
s lips against mine, his tongue slipping through my lips.

  I sigh as he pulls his lips from mine, smiling. “I love you. I couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect wife.”

  I smile back at him, my heart fluttering in my chest. Completely spent, and happier than I imagined possible. “I love you too, my husband.”

  Allie grunts as she tenses her body for another push. I hold her hand in mine, letting her squeeze as hard as she needs to. She can try to crush my knuckles in her grip if it makes things easier.

  “You’re doing really great, Allie,” I say.

  “Your husband is right, but you owe me another push,” says Nancy briskly. I don’t know where we’d be without this nurse. She’s running the whole show like she’s the boss of this floor, with the doctor standing by on watch.

  Allie closes her eyes, clenches her hand around mine and screams with the exertion of another push.

  “The head is halfway out,” says the doctor, taking her position at the foot of the bed. “Another good set of pushes, and you’ll get to meet your baby.”

  Allie looks up at me, her eyes glistening from pain. “It hurts so bad, Gio.”

  “I know, baby.” I take a cloth out of the bucket of ice water next to me and wring it out. Brushing back the thick strands of black hair clinging to her sweat-covered forehead, I reach down to cover her brow with the cool cloth. She’s running so hot; I have to refresh the cloth every minute. “But you're doing great, baby. Really great.”

  “I should have gotten the epidural,” she jokes and chuckles, but her laugh is nearly a cry.

  “It’s okay.” I smile down at her. “I know you can do this.”

  I look at the contraction monitor by the side of her bed. The graph shows another contraction should be coming soon. I thought I was prepared for this, but this is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

  “You have to get ready to push again, baby,” I say encouragingly. I take the warm cloth off her forehead and replace it with another cold one. “Our baby’s almost here,” I say as I give her hand a gentle squeeze.

  “Okay.” She nods, tears and sweat mixing as they pour down her face. “I can do this.” That's my girl, determined and brave.

  She takes in a deep breath as the nurse and I help hold up her knees. Allie takes in a deep breath and squeezes my hand tightly. She grits her teeth and bears down with every ounce of her strength. Her roar rips through the birth floor. I can’t imagine a woman on this floor deciding on a natural birth after listening to Allie. She's been in labor for the past three hours.

  “We’re almost there,” says Nancy. “One more good push, and we’ll see what the baby is.”

  I lean in to take a look and I can see our baby’s coned head poking out, topped by a thick layer of matted black hair. My heart's racing like never before. It feels like there’s a lump the size of a bowling ball stuck in my throat. My body feels like it’s floating, tethered to Earth only by the strength of my wife.

  Allie takes a deep breath and pushes with all her might. Once her scream stops, I hear the small cries of a baby.

  “You did it, baby.” I can barely speak through the lump in my throat. My eyes sting from the tears welling up, and a blink sends them rolling down my cheeks.

  The doctor smiles as she takes our little baby in her hands and wipes its face with a towel. “Congratulations! She’s a girl.”

  Allie holds out her arms and the doctor hands her the crying little girl. She kisses our daughter's wrinkled forehead and looks up at me with a beaming smile.

  “I’m so proud of you, baby.” I lean down and kiss her on the forehead, and then I kiss our child.

  My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. I have a little baby. We have a little baby. She looks so perfect even though she's crying, and clinging to her mother’s breast. Sometimes I can't believe how much has happened since I met Allie. Before I met her I was hell-bent on one thing only—getting revenge. I didn't care what happened to me as long as I achieved that goal. But after falling in love with her, everything changed.

  The doctor’s voice cuts through my reverie. “Do you want to cut the cord?”

  My eyes go wide and I turn to Allie. “Is it okay if I do it?”

  She smiles and nods before turning back to our little baby.

  The doctor reaches out for the baby. “I’m just going to clean her up and then we’ll bring her right back to you. Okay?”

  Allie hesitates before nodding. “Okay.”

  The doctor places the baby on a little table. Nancy hands me a pair of scissors and the doctor holds out the umbilical cord for me.

  “Cut right here,” she says as she indicates where I should snip.

  It takes every bit of my strength to keep my hand steady as I cut the cord.

  “That’s perfect.” She smiles as she takes the scissors from my hand. “Go to your wife and I’ll bring back your little girl in a few minutes.”

  I walk back to my wife’s side, stealing glances at what they're doing with the baby. I can’t stand to be even this far from her. Judging by the expression on Allie's face, she feels exactly the same way, but she gives me a relieved smile as I approach.

  I grab a bottle of water and let Allie drink through a straw. “You're so amazing, Allie.”

  I put my hand on the side of her face and brush my thumb gently against her cheek. “I’ve never seen someone be so strong before.” It's true. That's just a small part of why I love her so much.

  “Isn’t she perfect?” Allie asks and smiles. Her face is glowing with a heavenly beauty.

  “She is.” I lean down and kiss her on the forehead. “And so are you.”

  “Alright,” says the doctor. “Here comes your little baby girl, and she’s hungry, too.”

  I step back as the doctor comes around the side of the bed carrying our little baby bundled up in a blanket. She gently places her into Allie’s arms. I watch as she opens her mouth, twisting her head looking for a breast. Allie guides her to her nipple and she latches on, sucking greedily on her mother’s milk.

  “Do you have a name picked out?” the doctor asks. I shake my head and look to Allie.

  Allie looks up from our baby to me and smiles. “I do. I kept the name a secret from Gio though. It’s a family tradition,” she explains. The doctor and Nancy don't even bat an eye at this. Guess they've seen everything under the sun in here.

  “I bet you can’t wait to hear the name,” says Nancy with a wide smile.

  I nod. The lump in my throat is too heavy for me to speak. I’ve been waiting for this moment. As soon as we knew she was pregnant, she asked me if she could pick the name, and how could I say no? She’s the one who gave me this baby, and our daughter's already given me more joy in these few minutes than I thought imaginable.

  Allie looks down at our baby suckling on her breast. She kisses her forehead and says tenderly, “Welcome to the world, Elena.”

  There’s no stopping the tears from falling from my eyes. My little Elena. Named after my sister. I wish Allie could have met her, but I know she's smiling down on us and her namesake from heaven. I lean down and kiss my baby on her little head.

  “Hi, Elena,” I whisper hoarsely. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  I turn to Allie and smile as I wipe the tears away. “Thank you.”

  She puts a hand through my hair and pulls me into a kiss. “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you, too.”

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  Author’s Note

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