Revenge: A Bad Boy Romance

by Ashe, Jessica

  His hands went straight to my blouse, opening the buttons with surprising dexterity given the size of his fingers. This wasn’t the first blouse he’d removed in a hurry, but I tried not to think of that. His experience in these situations was the very reason I had invited him back to my apartment; I couldn’t hold that against him now. We were going to fuck, not get married.

  My blouse had barely hit the floor, when his hands pulled down the zipper on my skirt and tugged it past my thighs before letting it slip to the floor.

  He examined me in my underwear, while he was still fully clothed. We’d have to rectify that soon. I wanted to see what lay under that suit almost as much as I wanted to take his attention away from my tatty old bra and panties.

  “Where’s the bedroom?” he asked, his breath heavy with desire. “We can do this here, but I prefer a bed to work on.”

  I pointed to the room on the right but let him lead the way. He took a firm hold of my hand and pulled me through the door, before pushing me down onto the bed. I still felt exposed, so I tried to get under the covers.

  “No,” he said sternly. “I want to look at you.”

  I laid back on my elbows and tried to look confident as he gazed down at my body, taking in every inch of my skin. When he looked between my legs, I felt certain he could see through my panties. He probably could—they were soaking wet and the white fabric would need peeling off my sex.

  “The clock’s ticking,” I said jokingly. “You don’t have long left.”

  “I have plenty of time,” he replied. He wandered around the other side of the bed, and finally slipped off his suit jacket, placing it on the back of my chair. His thick fingers removed the cufflinks from his shirt sleeves which he placed on my desk. He sure was taking his sweet time.

  “It’s only fair that I get to see you naked too.”

  “You will,” he replied, as he slowly started to undo the buttons on his shirt. As the shirt opened, I saw the tattoos spreading from his chest up to his arms. I’d never been with a man with tattoos before—this really was a night of firsts in many ways. I couldn’t make out any particular pictures on his chest. There just seemed to be a black swirl of lines and shapes covering his upper body.

  When the shirt fell to the floor, my eyes followed the markings to his arms, and traced them all the way down to his wrists. The tattoos had just about been covered by the shirt he wore. I wondered how many of his colleagues and clients knew what he looked like when the suit came off.

  Plenty of women had been in this position before me, and there would be plenty after, but the way his eyes remained focused on me as he undressed made me feel that right here in the moment I was the most important thing to him. At least I would be for the next hour, anyway.

  He’d taken his pants off while I had been staring at his chest, and now he was walking up to the bed in just a pair of boxers that did absolutely nothing to hide the stonking great big erection bursting through, straining to be let out.

  I should be terrified right now, but there was just enough alcohol still in my system to make me giddy with excitement instead. He sat down on the bed next to me, and reached behind me, flicking open my bra in one quick movement, and then pulling it off from the front with his other hand. He’d done that before.

  My nipples were already rock hard, and my breasts were now covered in goosebumps despite the warmth in my apartment. He looked at them greedily, then lowered his mouth as if to kiss them, but instead went lower, kissing my belly button.

  He crawled between my legs, as his kisses went lower and lower, finally touching the cotton of my panties. I reached down and slipped my thumbs under the waistband, desperate to get them off and have him touch my pussy, but he stopped me, grabbing my wrists and pushing them away.

  “Not yet,” he said softly. His lips went to the inside of my right thigh, where he kissed every inch of exposed skin.

  I whimpered under his touch, and moved my sex towards his face, desperate for him to move faster. For a man who had only a few minutes left to make me come, he certainly was taking his time.

  Finally he flicked his tongue against the damp cotton between my legs. I let out a low groan, and looked down at him. Our eyes met. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. His thumbs hooked under the waistband of my panties, and I lifted my ass into the air, ready for him to whisk them off. Instead he moved his mouth to my left thigh and resumed kissing me, seemingly oblivious to how much my pussy needed to feel his touch.

  Usually it was me trying to slow guys down, hoping to stretch out the experience, but now I couldn’t bear the wait. Each kiss sent a tingle of heat through my body, but I was already hot where it mattered. Hot and wet.

  Once his lips had touched every part of my inner thigh, he raised himself up on his knees and looked down at me. I couldn’t look at anything other than the massive bulge between his legs. I didn’t even care about him going down on me anymore. I was already wet enough. He could just take me now if he wanted to, and from the look on his face, I was fairly sure he did.

  His fingers took hold of my panties, and this time he did pull them off before casting them to one side and heading back down between my legs.

  I raised my hips to meet his tongue, desperate to get him touching me as soon as possible. He immediately took hold of my legs and locked me in place, stopping me from moving.

  “I’m in control here,” he said sternly.

  “Then get on with it,” I yelled in frustration.

  He smiled. “You know, I could just make you wait. I have all night.”

  “Don’t you fucking dare,” I replied. “Do you want me to spread the word that you broke your promise?”

  “Good point.”

  He lowered his lips between my legs, and finally his tongue darted out and slid between my folds. I gripped the bedsheet and cried out as if in shock, but I couldn’t move my legs. He had me locked down and completely under his control.

  His tongue explored every crevice, circling my entrance, before moving up to my bud, which was now swollen and sensitive to tough.

  This man wasn’t full of empty promises. He’d meant it when he said he could have me coming in minutes. Already the sensation of his touch had completely overwhelmed me, and my inability to move just heightened the desire. Every muscle in my body had tensed up, as he greedily lapped up my juices. I was only seconds away from coming hard in his face.

  Then he stopped.

  “Keep going,” I whimpered. “Please.”

  He looked down at me with lips and his chin covered in my essence, but then stepped off the bed. He picked up his pants and for one fearful moment I thought he was going to leave. Perhaps this had all been some twisted joke to get me close and then leave me to finish the job myself.

  Instead I heard the distinctive sound of a foil wrapper being torn open. When he came back to the bed, his large cock had been freed from its cotton prison and was sheathed and ready to go.

  “I want you to come all over my cock,” he said, matter-of-factly. “I want to feel your tight pussy clamp down on it as you come hard while I fuck you.”

  I knew that was going to happen. It wasn’t even up for debate. The only question was how long it would take. If I were a betting woman, I’d place my money firmly in the ‘less than two minutes’ category.

  He climbed back between my legs, and lowered his lips to kiss me. I tasted my eagerness on him, as I pressed my lips to his, waiting impatiently for him to enter me.

  “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?” he asked.

  I nodded, as my breath quickened in anticipation. Surely it would happen any second now?

  “You’ve never had it like this before,” he said, as his hands reached up and firmly squeezed my breasts. “And you never will again. You only get me for one night.”

  If even half my brain had been properly functioning, I would have thrown him out for being such an arrogant asshole, but all it did was make me want him more. Some cocky people are assholes. Some cocky p
eople are just right.

  I only had one night, so I was done wasting it.

  “Hurry up and fuck me,” I whispered in his ear.

  He moved his hips and suddenly he was entering me. His fingers parted my folds, and his tip slipped inside. I screamed as he pushed himself all the way inside. For half a second, I worried about what my neighbors could hear, but that thought disappeared with the second thrust.

  “I never took you for a screamer,” he teased.

  “I’m not usually.”

  “I do tend to have that effect on women.”

  “Stop talking and keep fucking,” I demanded, not wanting to hear any more about his performance with other women. I was trying to keep those thoughts as far away as possible.

  He responded with harder and deeper thrusts, sending my back shooting up into the air as if I’d just been electrocuted. I groaned loudly, digging my nails into his back as he did exactly what he’d promised. My pussy acted just as he’d predicted. I tightened around his cock, and came hard, letting the wave of euphoria rush over me.

  The stranger stiffened while I was still catching my breath, and by the time I had opened my eyes he was rolling off of me, having emptied himself inside the rubber sheathing his large cock.

  He kissed me passionately, before getting up and throwing the condom in the trash. We didn’t speak. We both knew it was pointless. He wrapped his arm around me, and I closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep moments later.

  At some point during the night I woke up—or he woke me up—and we went at it again. This time in the dark. It was slower, but still aggressive. He tugged at my hair, as his cock filled me with each powerful thrust.

  I lost count of how many times we both came. The last one might have been a dream. I couldn’t even tell anymore. But he’d been real. He’d left behind a note to prove it.

  I like souvenirs, so I kept your panties. F

  Of all the things we did last night, the part that left me most embarrassed was knowing he had that tatty old pair of my underwear. He’d peeled them off me last night when they were dripping wet, but now they were probably in a pile along with countless other pairs far more flattering than mine.

  I couldn’t think about that any more. I’d had my one night of fun. He’d promised an orgasm and he’d delivered. More than once. He’d also promised it would only be one night, and it looked like he intended to keep that promise as well.

  I hadn’t realized just how much I’d needed that. I hadn’t had sex since starting law school, so that made it nearly a full year. And the last time had been a fumble with an ex-boyfriend. Hardly earth-shattering. Not like last night.

  But that was it. My mystery man had given me a good night, and now I had to get on with my life. I had bigger problems than worrying about some stranger I’d never see again. Last night’s events had likely messed up any chance I’d had of working at Cooper & Cooper next summer. If I wasn’t careful I would finish law school in debt and unemployed.

  The stranger had helped solve one of my problems last night, but he wasn’t about to offer me a job. It was sex, not an interview.

  He was a stranger—a mystery—and if I knew what was good for me I’d keep him that way. Because one thing was certain; he was also bad news.

  Eight Months Later

  I’d been blacklisted. I was only a second year law student and word had already gotten around the local law firms that I’m not to be trusted.

  Way to go April. Your mom would be so proud.

  Cooper & Cooper never technically sacked me. They let me work out the last week of my summer associate position, but on the last day I was summoned to the human resources office and told in no uncertain terms that while my work had been satisfactory the firm would not be offering me a position for my second summer.

  I’d stupidly assumed that I would be able to work for Cooper & Cooper during my second summer in law school as well, but obviously that couldn’t happen now. All the other big firms had already met their recruitment needs, so that left me still looking for work in May when there were no jobs left to take.

  I was completely fucked. And not in the good way. Not like the stranger had fucked me eight months ago.

  Shit. What was that? Three hours without thinking about him? Not bad I suppose. The only time I made it much longer than that was when I was sleeping. Even then…

  Stop it, April. That ship has passed. You had your one night of fun, and now it’s time to live with the consequences. The main one being that you have no job for the summer, and will have to hope for a miracle to land a job after law school.

  The legal market for new lawyers was cutthroat. If you didn’t have a good job in your second summer then you probably wouldn’t have one when you graduated. Those were the cold hard facts. No amount of good grades could change that.

  I’d always wanted to work for a law firm. That’s what my mom had done when she was alive, and it was my dream to do that same. However, at this stage I had to explore all possibilities and that meant meeting with the only lawyer I knew outside of Cooper & Cooper.

  Well, Bryan wasn’t the only lawyer I knew, but I didn’t even have the stranger’s name. He might not even be a lawyer for all I know. He had the arrogance of one, but those tattoos, they hadn’t been typical of a lawyer. Neither was the way he’d fucked me.

  Bryan met me for a coffee at a cafe near the Department of Justice where he had worked since graduation. He didn’t get paid anywhere near as much as lawyers at law firms, but then he didn’t have to work the same crazy hours either.

  “How did exams go?” Bryan asked, after he’d bought a couple of coffees for us. He was only two years out of law school, so he still remembered the sheer horror that came over law students around this time of year.

  I shrugged. Exams didn’t seem important any more. I was in law school to become a lawyer and get a job as one. What good were grades if no one would hire you afterwards?

  “Exams aren’t the problem,” I replied.

  “No job still?”

  “No job.”

  “What happened at the last place? You did so well to get a job for your first summer. Not many people manage that. What went wrong?”

  “There were a few issues between me and other attorneys. One attorney in particular.”

  Bryan raised an eyebrow. We had been friends before either of us had even started law school, but now he was the lawyer and I was just the law student. It probably wasn’t appropriate to tell him all the details. I hadn’t told anyone about Zach except… him.

  “I know how clever you are,” Bryan said, “so it can’t be anything to do with your work.”

  “I had a row with a second-year associate. That associate happens to be the son of the managing partner.”

  “Ah. That would certainly be a problem. Do you want to work for the Department of Justice then? I assume that’s why you called out of the blue for a meeting? Not that it’s not great to see you of course.”

  “I’ll be honest, at this point I would take anything. I don’t mean that to sound rude or ungrateful, but it’s the truth.”

  “I’ll see what I can do,” Bryan said unenthusiastically, “but I don’t fancy your chances. This year’s summer intake was sorted a long time ago. They’re already reviewing resumes for the next summer.”

  I sighed, but just managed to resist the urge to bang my head on the table like I did at home when frustration got the better of me. “I figured as much. Thanks anyway.”

  “How’re things with your dad? Last time we spoke you said things were a little awkward.”

  “They’re okay,” I replied. “He’s dating someone and he wants me to go home for the summer and meet her. That’s another reason why I want to get a job.” My phone vibrated on the table with an incoming message. “Speak of the devil.”

  “I’ll leave you to it,” Bryan said. “I’d better be getting back to the office anyway. I’ll keep an ear to the ground, see if anything comes up.”

  “
Thanks Bryan.”

  Dad wanted me to call him. That meant another lecture about spending more time with him and meeting his new girlfriend. God, it felt weird to even say that. My dad was officially doing better at this whole dating thing than I was.

  I knew I should be more grateful for him. He wasn’t trying to shove a new mom in my face; he just wanted me to meet the woman who was making him happy. Losing Mom should have meant I cherished Dad even more, but all it taught me was that even those who love you unconditionally can still disappear from your life at a moment’s notice. It had been a brutal life lesson.

  I picked up my phone and called Dad while I still had the energy to argue with him if need be.

  “Hey, Dad,” I said cheerfully. “What was it you wanted?”

  “Just wanted to see if you could come home next weekend?”

  “I’m still looking for a job. I can’t afford to take the weekend off from my job hunt.”

  That was true enough. Applying to the big firms was the easy part, but none of them had even responded with a form rejection letter. Now I was hunting around looking for jobs with smaller firms.

  They didn’t have dedicated human resources departments and navigating their websites to figure out the application process took a lot longer than tailoring my resume and cover letter to whatever practice area they covered.

  “So, if you were to get a job in, say, the next week, you would be able to come home for the weekend?”

  “Well… yeah, I guess so. But I don’t even have an interview lined up at the moment, so that’s not likely.”

  “I have a feeling things are going to turn around for you real soon,” Dad said, with his typical optimism.

  As far as Dad was concerned, I could do no wrong. He was also convinced that I would get a great job because “what firm wouldn’t be lucky to have you?” He didn’t know how badly I’d messed up last summer, and no matter how many times I’d told him the legal market sucked right now he wouldn’t listen.

  “If a miracle happens and I get a job then I will definitely travel home and meet this new lady friend of yours.”