BADDY: A Small Town Crime Romance

by Nikki Wild

  He kissed me deeply, his cock thrusting inside of me sensuously, his tongue twirling around mine, our bodies searching for the deepest part of the magic together, our hips dancing as one, rhythmically seeking the only thing in the world that mattered in the still darkness of the night.

  We found it. Frantically crashing over the edge together, his cock exploding with a forceful heat that shot right through me, his fiery release sending me crying and writhing below him, seized by the pleasure that rushed over me, my body shuddering and shaking and clutching onto him in a desperate attempt to keep from floating away into the air.

  I clung to him, never wanting to leave, never wanting this moment to end, never wanting whatever this was to change into anything else.

  I’d never come this close to perfection, to heaven, to ecstasy.

  In that moment, he was life.

  Chapter 17

  I thought he was done. I thought we’d drift off into a blissful sleep, dreaming of rainbows and unicorns and everlasting love.

  It had been that magical.

  After a few moments of allowing me to lay my head on his chest, my fingers lazily running through the soft hair on his chest, my entire body left in a daze, he shifted. I moaned a soft protest as he slid out from under me and off the bed.

  “Come back,” I pleaded, as I watched him walk across the room to a large armoire in the corner. His ass was a picture of perfection, flexing deliciously with each step. He opened the doors and pulled something out, turning back around and heading back. I gasped when I saw his cock was rock-hard again, throbbing and huge, like the last hour hadn’t even happened. Hunger flashed in his eyes like a thunderstorm. “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “I’m not done with you,” he growled. I couldn’t help but smile.

  My eyes trailed down to his hands and my heart skipped a beat when I saw what he was holding. Long, black silk scarves dangled from his fingers.

  “What are those?” I asked.

  “You ask a lot of questions,” he replied, his voice tense and low. I shivered, my entire body waking up again, tingling with excitement and anticipation.

  “I told you I had questions,” I teased, a slow smile spreading across my face.

  “I’m not in the mood for questions,” he growled, crawling onto the bed towards me, his dark eyes smoldering.

  “What are you in the mood for?” I purred, running my hands over the curves of my breasts and down my hips like a preening peacock displaying its feathers. He turned me on like nothing I’d felt before.

  For once in my life, I felt wanted.

  I felt sexy.

  I felt alive.

  His mouth crashed into mine, his tongue forcing its way in, his kiss deep and urgent and searching. I whimpered, arching my back, pressing my breasts into his bare chest. He tore his mouth away, the storm in his eyes raging.

  “I’m in the mood to fuck you again,” he growled. “Harder this time.”

  I shuddered at his words. He’d damn near fucked me into the next universe already and I didn’t know how much harder he could get without killing me. I nodded, slowly, opening my thighs and sliding my hand down to my clit, my fingers pressing into it, circling it, over and over, before sliding a finger inside of my soaked pussy, in and out, in and out.

  “Fuck me harder, Bear,” I whispered. “Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me all night.”

  He groaned, swallowing hard, the heat rolling off of him like an inferno of animalistic need. Quickly, he set to work. He grabbed my hands, spreading them over my head, tying them easily as he secured each one to the posts above my head.

  “Bear, you don’t—,” I began to protest.

  “—Hush. This is what I want.”

  I bit my lip, watching him as he pulled my ankles down, securing them with the ropes just as he had with my hands. Soft and silky, the satiny black fabric rubbed against my wrists and ankles sensuously. I tried to pull out of them, but they were knotted tightly and I couldn’t move but a few inches in either direction.

  Bear stood up, inspecting his work, his cock bobbing between his legs like a baseball bat. My eyes were glued to it, my mouth watering, my pussy quivering as I yearned for him to slam himself back inside of me.

  My eyes widened as he reached down, his fingers wrapping around his shaft, his fist sliding up and down his cock, his face taken over by the savagery of his urges.

  Gone was the refined businessman.

  Gone was the charming gentleman.

  Gone was the teasing playboy.

  The Bear standing in front of me was pure man, pure animal, pure passion.

  He climbed back up on the bed, his hands running up my thighs, his fingers digging into my pussy, finding my clit and circling it lightly, sending jolts of delicious pleasure shooting to my center, my head falling back on the bed as I cried out. His fingers slid inside of me, one, then two, then three, and I gasped at the fullness. I was so wet, so ready, I welcomed all of him. He pulled his fingers out, pointing them all together and sliding his entire hand inside of me, hooking his fingers as he came out then shoving them back inside, fucking me over and over with his fist until I was squirming and crying out, my orgasm quick and sudden.

  “I’m coming,” I screamed, as he continued pumping his fist inside of my spasming pussy until I was thrashing around below him, my body on fire as my juices flowed over his hand. He pulled out slowly and I gasped for breath, my breasts heaving, my nipples hard as rocks.

  “Good girl,” he said, leaning down, his mouth landing on my pussy, licking up my juices as I moaned in pleasure, my hand sinking down into his hair, pushing his head harder against me. I’d just come, I felt like I’d died from pleasure and his mouth just kept it going, his tongue lapping up every drop of my juices, darting inside of me, his tongue fucking into me and sliding up to my clit, until I was coming again and again, my body seized by a symphony of shivers and shudders and waves of deep emotion that left me gasping for air.

  “Good girl,” he growled again as I felt him lift his head up. I opened my eyes to find him hovering over me, his blue eyes almost black with desire as he slid his cock into me again. I opened myself up to him, every inch of him like a revelation of life.

  I struggled against my restraints, hating that I couldn’t wrap my entire body around him like I so desperately craved. He fucked into me so hard, slamming into me so powerfully, shoving my body further and further up the bed with each thrust.

  He reached up, grabbing a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back as he drilled into me.

  “You’re my little slut, aren’t you, Chloe?” he growled. My mouth gaped open at his words and I froze. He squeezed my hair harder, pulling my head back a little, his eyes flashing.

  “Say it,” he growled. “Tell me you’re my little slut, Chloe,” he demanded.

  I nodded, my pussy spasming around him, his words shooting right to my pussy.

  “I said, say it!” he yelled, his fingers tightening even more around my hair as he slammed hard into my pussy. I gasped in pain, crying out.

  “Yes, Bear, yes—I’m your slut!”

  “Mmm,” he groaned, his cock swelling inside of me. “Good girl.”

  Over and over, his cock hammered into me, my pussy wet and swollen and hot, his cock sliding into me like a machine as he kissed me hard, pulling away again before I could kiss him back.

  “Say it again, don’t stop,” he insisted, reaching down and pinching my nipple hard. I gasped in pain again, jolts of searing heat shooting through me. “Tell me what I want to hear, you little slut.”

  Something snapped in me. A shedding of inhibitions, a shrugging off of all traces of decorum, I lost a part of me in that moment that I’d been holding on to all of my life. I let go and it all floated away, there was no more self-judgement, no more preconceived notions of who I was supposed to be or how I was supposed to behave. Everything fell away and I became a different version of myself, a sexier version, a wilder version.

  I’
d found freedom in those restraints.

  I didn’t care about anything but completely losing the person I used to be and becoming whoever I was in Bear’s arms, in Bear’s eyes.

  “Yes, fuck me, Bear!” I yelled, my voice louder than ever before. “I’m your slut, my pussy is all yours, please just fuck me, please don’t stop, please don’t ever stop fucking your pussy. It’s all yours. I’m all yours. Please just take me!” It didn’t even sound like my voice. It was husky and low and full of yearning and lust.

  Bear’s eyes told me everything I needed to know. They shone with approval and flashed with the stormy lust that I craved to unleash in him. He was everything I wanted in that moment, the only thing I needed.

  With abandon and uninhibited power, he fucked me with the force of a thousand gods, using my tied down body for his every pleasure, coming inside of me over and over and over, until we lay spent and exhausted in each other’s arms hours later, the sunlight breaking through the darkness of the night sky, throwing embers of golden light over our naked flesh as morning dawned a new day.

  Chapter 18

  We slept till noon, the smell of eggs and bacon waking us up.

  Bear stirred beside me, pulled my naked body close to his and slipped his hard, throbbing cock inside of me from behind. Sleepily, he thrust inside of me, his arms snaked around my waist, spooning me as he fucked me slowly. I moaned, arching back towards him, loving the softness of his fucking compared to last night.

  He’d fucked me so hard and for so long, that my pussy was raw and sore, but even still, the soft gentleness of his thrusts was so sweet, it was like a salve on my sensitive skin. His hardness sliced into me, filling me up deliciously as he shifted on top of me. I wrapped myself around him, my thighs, my arms, my lips finding his as he fucked me faster and faster until he was coming inside me again, his entire body stiffening under my fingertips, his muscles rippling as he filled my pussy with his heat as I spasmed around him.

  Slowly, he slid out of me, kissing me gently and staring into my eyes.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.

  “Good morning,” I said with a smile. He looked so handsome in the morning, his hair tousled around his head. Everything we’d done last night raced through my head. I felt so close to him now. He was still a bit of a mystery, there were still so many things I didn’t know, or didn’t understand about him, but the little bit I had learned seemed to explain so much.

  I hadn’t had time to wrap my head around it all yet, but seeing him here now, the morning sunlight shining on his naked flesh, his beautiful blue eyes bright and clear as they shone down on me—somehow it was all starting to make sense.

  “Smells like Bruce made us breakfast,” he said, tracing a finger around my nipple. “Are you hungry?”

  My stomach growled in response and we burst out laughing.

  “Let’s get up,” he said. “There’s somewhere I want to take you today.”

  “Do we need a helicopter to get there?” I asked.

  “No,” he laughed, kissing my nose. “Not unless you’re a very bad girl,” he growled.

  “I can be whatever you want me to be,” I replied, lifting my chin daringly. Just being in his arms made me feel sexy. I’d never have said anything like that with Harlan, or anyone else for that matter. He made me so much more daring than I’d ever been before.

  His eyes widened at my words and a slow, sexy grin spread across his face.

  “Now that’s what I like to hear,” he brushed a kiss across my lips and stood up, reaching out a hand and pulling to my feet. We stood at the side of bed and he reached down, grabbing a handful of my ass and pulling me into his body.

  “Don’t forget what you said last night,” he said, his voice a low, sexy warning.

  “That I’m your slut?” I whispered, pressing my tits into him.

  He squeezed my ass harder and I moaned, pressing harder into him.

  He groaned, his cock twitching in my hand.

  “Or, that my pussy is yours?” I cooed, standing up on my tiptoes and licking his bottom lip daringly. “Which one?”

  “If you keep that shit up, I’m going to have to bury my cock inside of you again,” he growled.

  “Would that be so bad?” I asked.

  “Never. But I need fuel, woman. Food!” he squeezed my ass playfully again and pressed his lips against my nose. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you again real soon, baby.”

  “I hope that’s a promise,” I whispered, smiling up at him.

  “If I were you, I’d take it more as a threat,” he winked. “I don’t plan on being very gentle.”

  “If you haven’t figured it out by now, Bear, I like it hard,” I replied.

  His laughter echoed off the walls, my heart soaring with happiness.

  “I could tell,” he winked again, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bathroom. “Shower. Get dressed. Let’s have breakfast. We’ve got all day to fuck. I need to talk to Bruce for a bit. Meet you in the kitchen.”

  “If you say so,” I said, pouting.

  “Good girl,” he growled, slapping me on the ass as I walked away.

  By the time I’d showered and dressed and made it back to the kitchen, Bruce was gone.

  “What happened to Bruce?” I asked. Bear was sitting at the table, surrounded by a huge spread of fruit and juice and pastries and omelets.

  “He had to hit the slopes before it gets too late. He’s addicted to the powder, that guy,” he said.

  “You two seem very close,” I said, sitting down and grabbing a croissant.

  “We are,” he said. “He’s my closest confidant. Probably my only confidant, actually.”

  “You don’t get too close to people?” I asked.

  “Not usually,” he said. “It takes a lot of work.”

  “That’s true,” I said. “It’s good that you have at least one friend, I think. I couldn’t live without my friend Marie.”

  “Does she live in Portland?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me about her.”

  “Hmm,” I said, between bites. “Marie is the exact opposite of me. She’s vivacious and vibrant. A real firecracker, some would say. She’s bold and extravagant and always says exactly what is on her mind. You’d love her.”

  “Is that why you’re drawn to her? Because she’s not like you?”

  “Yeah, I think so. She was a really good friend to me when we met in middle school. I needed a girl like her in my life, someone to help bring me out of my shell a little.”

  “I understand,” he said.

  “So where are we going today?” I asked.

  “The old Catskill Mountain House site.”

  “What’s that?”

  “It’s beautiful. It used to be the site of a grand hotel that was frequented by New York’s elite in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. It has sweeping views of the Hudson Valley. I thought we’d do a little sight seeing.”

  “Sounds good,” I nodded, staring across the table at him. He looked so good in the morning light, so healthy, so fresh, so vibrant. And he looked calm and quiet and kind. The storm that was brewing in those eyes last night was gone and he stared back at me with the gentleness of a puppy.

  Now that the intoxicating effects of flesh-on-flesh had faded, I was left to deal with the churning in my heart. I could feel myself beginning to have feelings for him, real feelings, feelings that I had no clue how to deal with. This was all fun and games, sure, but it didn’t necessarily mean that this was love.

  But, dammit, if he kept smiling at me like that, then these feelings were definitely going to be something I had to reckon with. And I had no idea if that was something that I was experiencing all by myself or if he felt it too.

  For all I knew, I was just a good time to him.

  But maybe that was okay, too. I was certainly having a good time myself and I didn’t want that to end anytime soon.

  That’s why I kept my mouth shut and my questi
ons to myself. I didn’t want to overwhelm him with probing questions that maybe neither one of us was ready for yet. Maybe it was best to let things unfold slowly. Maybe it was best not to force anything.

  I made a silent vow to myself to just let go and enjoy myself and do my best not to overthink the situation, which I was usually prone to do.

  “How far away is this hotel?” I asked.

  “It’s not there anymore, actually. Burned to the ground in the sixties. But it’s not far. Only a few minutes by helicopter, actually.”

  “Shut up!” I said, laughing. “You said no more helicopters.”

  “No I didn’t!” he said. “Never say never, Chloe. You never know when a helicopter might come in handy!”

  “What a life you lead,” I teased.

  “It has its perks, that’s for sure,” he replied. “But no worries, darling, your chariot is waiting in the garage.”

  “Now that sounds more like it!” I quipped.

  His laughter was light and easy and it lit up his eyes, the darkness fading into a joyful song that seemed to radiate from him. This man had so many layers and I was finding it completely delightful peeling them back. There was the serious businessman, the loyal friend, the generous employer, the courageous adventurer, the smoldering lover and the demanding fuck machine, and now, here in front of me at the moment, the relaxed, happy, laid-back all-American man.

  So far, I’d enjoyed seeing them all. We finished breakfast in silence and he led me to the back door of the house. Now that the sun was out, I could see that his property stretched far behind the main house that was located on the edge of the cliff we’d rappelled onto last night. A beautiful stream snaked behind Bruce’s tiny, modest cottage, and huge snow-covered, old growth trees towered over the entire property like a thousand snowy guards.

  “This area reminds me of Oregon,” I said. “So many trees…”

  “Yes, it’s a lot like the Pacific Northwest, only colder. We have many of the same trees you do—fir, birch, beech, pine, lots and lots of oak.”