Bad Boy Hero: A Romantic Suspense

by Adair Rymer

  I ignored her and kept going. My hands sensually explored the entire back of her body. All her stress-induced tenseness was replaced with quick jolts of muscle spasms that came from deep within her core. Claire was so turned on that her skin was almost scalding. Her body squirmed closer to my touch, embracing the pleasure of it.

  Then without warning I stopped.

  “Wait,” Claire whined softly.

  “Yes?” I draped myself over the back of her and growled in her ear. The vibration of my lips on her earlobe made her shiver. “Was there something else you wanted?”

  “You are horrible!” She protested.

  “No, I'm the fucking best at what I do.” I licked the crease of her jawbone. “Tell me what you really want.”

  “Agh! You love to torture me!” Her head craned to the side, trying to protect the ticklish spot I had licked.

  “I won't touch you again unless you beg me for it.” I lifted myself completely off her so that only my lips grazed her ear. The muscles in my arms tensed from the strain, not of holding myself up but from holding myself back. The animalistic side of me was barely under control, I wanted to devour her.

  Claire turned herself onto her back and reached for her pussy, but I caught her hand. “Oh, you fucking asshole! That wasn't part of the deal.”

  “I don't always play fair.” My eyes narrowed seductively. “Say it.”

  “Fuck me for fuck's sake!”

  I tore my shirt off and exhaled in relief, growling like a beast let out of his cage. I ripped her panties and immediately dove into her pussy, my tongue pushed her lips aside and flicked against her clit.

  She used to be really hesitant about me going down on her but now she couldn't get enough. I think it was an intimacy thing. When she realized that I wasn't going to abandon her like her last boyfriend she opened up to me more. That openness was a new experience for both of us.

  “Yes, yes!” Claire cried. She was primed and ready from the foreplay, it didn't take long for her to come. Claire's body folded in half, her thighs pinned themselves together. I pried them apart and sucked at her inner folds, drinking in all her honey. I feasted like a starving man, I couldn't get enough. Each wave of orgasm only spurred me on further.

  I plunged two fingers into her, then straightened and pressed my mouth onto hers. She would taste what I found so fucking intoxicating.

  Claire clumsily fiddled with my belt, and the hook and eye on my pants. My cock couldn't wait any longer, I pulled out of her tight cunt then broke open my clasp and zipper. Her eyes lit up, as they always did when I unleashed my massive member.

  “I always forget just how much meat you're packing. How haven't you split me in half yet?” She sat before me on the couch and wrapped her hands around my cock, which was already glossy from precome.

  “I don't want to break my toys.” I said with a mischievous smile. “Especially because they're the only ones I ever want to play with again.”

  Her eyes flashed with the thought that I might actually break her, then she smiled. The danger only fueled her excitement. She eagerly took as much of me as she could into her mouth, stroking and sucking.

  “You have gotten much better at that,” I grunted with pleasure, through clenched teeth.

  “Practice,” she said with a pop noise as she pulled away. Claire smiled, wickedly licking the tip of my engorged cockhead. “That's not the only thing I got better at.”

  Chapter 5

  Claire

  Maynard had a way of turning my brain to mush. Sex with him hadn't gotten stagnant like it had with Chance. I thought about Maynard and the way he touched me all the time.

  The way he touched me made me wonder how I could even form sentences at this point. After that full body rub it felt like every time he moved his big hands it brought me to the cusp of another orgasm.

  “Lay on the rug,” I told him. Now I had him by the balls, literally, it was my turn to melt him. He was used to being in control so the look he gave me was one of curious surprise.

  “Now,” I said with authority. I had his cock in one hand and squeezed his balls in the other.

  “Yes, ma'am.” Maynard put his hands up with a smile that saw through my tough girl act, and let me lead him to the ground.

  He rolled onto his side and reached for the condom he kept in his pants. We fooled around a lot and ran out of condoms so often that I'd started carrying them in my purse just in case.

  Out of his fancy suit Maynard looked like an MMA fighter. His body was unbelievable. He was a ripped mountain of tattooed muscle. It would take me hours to trace all his hard ridges, especially if I did it with my tongue.

  “No,” I said, nudging his hand away with my foot. “I'm still on birth control. I—I want to feel you without it.”

  “Are you sure?” Maynard asked, picking up on my hesitance.

  I wasn't worried about catching anything, I knew he was clean. Maynard got tested regularly because he liked to give blood when he could. I even joined him for his most recent test last week then donated blood myself.

  So few people knew the kind, generous man he really was. I think he liked it that way though. It was a part of himself that didn't belong to the public. The fact that I was allowed to see that side of him was really special.

  “Yes.” So many other, darker thoughts churned in my head that I needed this. Thinking about what I still needed to tell Maynard about my past filled me with a dread that wanted to block away and ignore.

  In case things went badly between us, I wanted this one moment to hold onto.

  “I'm ready for you.” Maynard flexed his cock, making it bob then stand at rigid attention. It was odd seeing it without its latex cover, it looked bigger somehow. He was so fucking big! I had no idea how I hadn't hurt myself on that thing yet. “Show me what you got.”

  I stood over him and slowly let my legs part in a split. Maynard's face lit up, he loved when I got all flexible on him. I was actually kind of nervous about the move. I wanted to try it on him for a while but was worried I might screw it up and hurt his cock or something. I didn't know if he saw that concern on my face but he grabbed my thighs and helped lower me down.

  Splitting like that really opened me up. Maynard saw all of me in that warm fire light. It was enough to make me crazy self-conscious if I were with anyone else. There was no judgment on his face, no signs of disappointment that I wasn't one of the stick-like models he used to fuck.

  The only thing I saw in him, as he rubbed the spongy head of his cock against my soaked slit, was rabid anticipation. He wanted me, every inch of me and only me. That was such an incredible feeling.

  Almost as good as the first thick inch that was pushed inside me. The waves of pleasure that came with being widened made my eyes roll back in my head. I mouthed a word that couldn't escape my gasp, Oh!

  “Fuck, yes...” Maynard grunted, tilting his chin to the ceiling. In the brief moments that I could keep my eyes open I saw a primal ecstasy on his face that I'd seen never. “Your pussy feels like heaven. Crushed satin and heaven.”

  “Jesus,” I finally exhaled. He filled me up so much that I had to swallow a lump that rose in my throat.

  He expanded me to the perfect width, anymore and it might've been painful. My pussy clamped around his sliding cylinder as if it were made for only his cock. I loudly moaned when I based-out at the bottom of the split. Sitting on his lap, he grinded his hips into me.

  “Damn, Claire.” Maynard's words came out in a carnal grunt. His intense blue eyes were deep pools that threatened to drown me. The strength of his motion arched my back and dried out my throat. Impossible to reach zones within me awoke after years of neglect and threatened to fold me in half with passion I didn't know I had.

  I flexed my legs to move back up but having so much of him inside me made it too difficult. Maynard must've seen the worry flash across my face after my attempt because he squeezed my inner thighs tighter and lifted me like I was made of feathers.

  Mayna
rd's thick arms bulged as he brought me nearly to his tip then let me crash back down. He pulsed me up and down, slowly at first, then the tempo quickened like waves crashing. Soon the sensation was a tornado of pleasure that tore through me. He went from just pushing me away to both pushing and pulling, Maynard was too hungry for my pussy to let gravity dictate the pace.

  “This is amazing,” I said, somehow using my mouth for more than pants and moans. “But I think my legs are going to fall off or maybe explode.”

  “So it's my turn then.” Maynard bent at the hips and sat up, kissing me. He scooped an arm around me and laid me onto my back in one fell swoop.

  Who was he kidding, it was always his turn. Even when I was in control he was just an impulse away from dominating me. He was this strong, sexual force and I was completely at his mercy. I loved it.

  Seeing him on top of me, back lit by the warm yellow light, I couldn't help but wonder—why me?

  After our first night together I worried about how I could possibly hold the interest of a man like Maynard. He was someone who could get anything in the world. I still didn't understand why he wanted me? What could I possibly offer him that some stupid princess couldn't?

  Amidst the cataclysmic thrusting of his cock, his hand slid over my breast then gently up against the side of my face. It was a sweet gesture that warmed me in a whole different way.

  The look he gave me wasn't mindless lust, it was so much deeper that it made me start to cry. It was incredibly intimate. I had never felt that close to someone before.

  “Are you—” He began, slowing his thrusts.

  “It's Okay.” I smiled, swallowing my insecurities and embracing how wonderful everything felt. “You better not stop now!”

  A wicked smile cracked his concern and Maynard resumed, faster and harder than before. My stomach contracted forward with climax, the motion was so intense that it lifted my shoulders off the floor a bit.

  God, I loved this!

  All my muscles went deathly rigid. Maynard pushed into me violently, as far as his hips would allow. His cock flexed in defiance of my crushing walls. My pussy milked him as if my whole body were aching for his seed.

  Maynard grunted in wild need. His thick member throbbed, pulsated, then finally exploded thick milky jets deep inside me.

  I grabbed him, digging my nails into his waist. I was full to bursting but I still wanted more. I needed all of him. Sweat seemed to boil off our skin. The intense heat that blazed between us put the crackling fire to shame.

  I wrapped my arms around him and he enveloped me in wet, panting kisses. We were closer, more entwined, than two people could ever be. Our limbs blurred the line of where he ended and I began.

  “Wow,” I said much later when I finally found my voice. Maynard lay beside me. We had made a cursory attempt to clean ourselves off but ended up just pulling the disregarded couch cover over us instead.

  “Yeah,” he said. His breathing was only now steadying into normalcy. “I think that was our best session yet. You let me know if you ever want to become an internet star. I can set up a camera and—”

  My face screwed up at the joke and I punched him several times in the arm. He laughed, grabbing my wrists then burying me in a great hug. Everything with Maynard was fun and easy, even our playing had evolved so naturally into something that was nicely comfortable.

  We had this perfect mix of sexual excitement and understanding that was surreal at times. It felt like we had been together for so much longer than we actually had. Eventually I nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder and listened to his breathing and heartbeat.

  I found contentment as I laid there watching the fire lick and crackle. Hours slipped by and Maynard drifted to sleep. The fire slowly died and I began to pore over the events of the day, nagging concerns that refused to stay buried crept into the forefront of my mind.

  I couldn't shake my mother's warning. Their threat about not lending me the money I needed bothered me too. What if they were right about Maynard? It was almost impossible not to be constantly distracted while dating him; he was a handsome world-renowned billionaire.

  That first night I met him I could tell that deep down Maynard was a good man, and now, weeks later, those parts of him weren't locked away as deeply. I sighed. Maybe Maynard was never the problem.

  Maybe I was too broken for a good man and now that it turned out that Maynard was everything I hoped for... I was scared. I mashed my palms into my face. I hated this! I hated having so many conflicting emotions.

  Did I care about Maynard? Yes.

  Did I want to be with him? Of course!

  He made me feel truly special for the first time in my whole life. I thought long and hard about it, trying to remove my emotion from the equation. Was Maynard really what I needed right now?

  I didn't know...

  The fact that I didn't know meant that the answer was probably no. I had never been in love before, not the kind of love you see in movies. Love to me was lust followed by heartache.

  I may not have much experience with love but what I felt for Maynard went far beyond lust. He was also heartache. The thought of not being with him crippled me emotionally. If I stayed with him then that feeling would only get stronger, and that scared the hell out of me. It wasn't the fancy things he had or the places we went, it was him.

  If Maynard wasn't a billionaire my feelings for him wouldn't change.

  But if I stayed with him now I might change. I might lose a sense of who I always wanted to be. I grew up in a very modest household, the idea of limitless wealth at my fingertips thrilled me.

  How could it not?

  Maynard was the ultimate temptation. It had been extremely hard to focus on homework when he was flying me around the world on his private jet. I knew that if it were up to him he'd have paid my way and given me my dream job regardless of whether I got my bachelor’s degree or not.

  The thought was sweet but it also made me feel insubstantial. I worked so damn hard to establish myself and to make it on my own. All the money in the world would only make me happy at the expense of my own self-worth.

  It was hard to admit but my school work actually had started to suffer because of our relationship. I could study for my socioeconomics exam or I could go with Maynard to an art gallery opening in Milan. The scary part was just how easy it all was.

  What was one college class to front row seats of a hot new Broadway play? What was one exam to being able to attend a private show of my favorite band? What was one semester to a personal suite in a one-hundred-eighty day Oceania world cruise?

  All it would cost me is my degree...

  Sure I could always go back and finish it eventually, but would I still want to a year from now or five years from now? I couldn't do that to my family, or myself. I was going to be the first college graduate in my whole family. That was a big deal to me!

  Could I really put something like that on the back burner, especially when I was so close to finishing?

  I had deeper feelings for Maynard than I'd ever had with anyone before but if something did happen between us and we couldn't be together any longer, where would that leave me? I would have amazing memories but nothing to truly call my own.

  My parents were tactless and blunt, but they were pragmatic. For as much as I argued with them I could see when they were trying to do what was best for me. If I didn't at least pause this relationship with Maynard while it was still new I would never have the strength to do what was necessary.

  With a heavy heart I made up my mind.

  “There's something I want to tell you...” I whispered, only having the courage to say what was on my mind now that I knew Maynard was asleep.

  “What?” He stirred, startling me. I guess he wasn't in as deep a sleep as I thought. Maynard wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in further and making me feel warm and safe.

  It would be so easy to just stay here forever like this.

  “Never mind.” I hugged him tightly, gent
ly encouraging him to go back to sleep. The scent of our sex and sweat still faintly lingered on our skin. I wiped the tears from my eyes, knowing that this might be the last time I would ever feel this protected. “I'll tell you in the morning.”

  Chapter 6

  Maynard

  “Maynard, I'm sorry to have to do this through a letter...” I pulled Claire's note off the fridge and read the rest of silently. My drowsiness from just waking evaporated when I began to understand why Claire wasn't here when I woke up.

  Claire had a silly sense of humor and would often play practical jokes. They were small little things that eased tension or livened situations. It was one of the many things I enjoyed about her. That was why I had to read the whole thing three times before it sank in that it was real.

  I read it one more time— “Maynard, I'm sorry to have to do this through a letter. I wish I had the strength to do it in person. Since I've known you, you have grown so much as a person and as a part of your family's company. This past month with you has been the best of my life.

  “I'm worried that by being with you I might not accomplish my own goals. I would never forgive myself if I didn't finish my degree. Please give me the space I need to do this. It would be unfair to ask you to wait for me while I do this so I won't bother. Thank you for being... you.”

  I was still naked and tacky from last night's sex. I knew something was off with her. Why the fuck didn't I ask her about it? Was this what she was trying to tell me? Had she been crying when she woke me up or was that just a dream?

  “Fuck!”

  I erupted with anger and grabbed the nearest thing, a coffeemaker, and threw it against a wall. Glass and the dark remnants of yesterdays' coffee sprayed across the painted drywall.

  Claire dumped me. That's never happened to me. I had never been on the receiving end before, it was horrible. It didn't make any sense, everything was going so well.

  I was furious and I didn't know why. I just knew that it wasn't directed at her. Self-destructive thoughts of my last phone call to my parents spiked through my brain. She wasn't dead thankfully, but she was gone.