Bad Boy Hero: A Romantic Suspense

by Adair Rymer

  “Fuck me,” Claire cooed between the mashing of our tongues and lips. I couldn't get enough of the sweet, hot way that she tasted.

  “What?” I'd heard her fine, I was just caught off guard. I was too lost in her for anything other than a delaying word. I figured that despite her wit and sharpness, a girl like this was really just a timid thing. I was very wrong, apparently.

  “You heard me,” Claire said, kicking her shoes off. This time she reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants, squeezing it.

  “Say that again. Louder,” I demanded. Primal urges switched on in my mind. I kissed her this time, while simultaneously shrugging off my gray Armani jacket and tossing it onto the back of a nearby chair.

  If one of my rules was going to break, I would do it on purpose.

  “It's good practice,” I said evilly. I thumbed open the buttons of my vest and tossed it as well. “Soon, I'll have you begging me for it.”

  She sucked on my tongue until there was a popping sound when she parted. She breathed in my exhale and repeated her announcement. “Fuck. Me.”

  Who was I to argue? That's the whole reason I was there.

  I unclasped and unzipped her dress pants. Claire's lower stomach tightened when I laid my hand on it and slid down over her panties to palm her pussy. I wasn't the sweet type, that wasn't ever going to happen, but I'd planned on exercising a little restraint. Fuck that.

  I dragged my other hand through her silky, blond hair. Taking a handful I pulled her head back. I studied her expression as I worked my fingers over the wet folds of her swollen clit. She closed her eyes and sighed at the pressure of each digit. Seeing the pleasure on her face made my cock impossibly hard.

  Who are you, Claire? I caught myself using her name in my head.

  Then it dawned on me. She never asked for my name. Did she already know who I was? That didn't feel right either. She knew by the way I was dressed, that I had at least a little money. But that never really came up either. This college girl certainly held my interest. At least for the rest of the evening.

  “Ugh, I hate pants.” Claire declared, as if needing an excuse to drag them down. She began to bend so that she could reach them with her hand, but I clamped her pussy tighter and lifted her onto her toes. Claire's eyes shot open and she squeaked at the pressure.

  “I like that noise.” My smirk deepened as I watched her cheeks get a little rosier. “Let's see how many of those you have in you.”

  I brushed aside the nylon panties and slid two fingers inside her. Claire squeaked again, then swallowed her air and let out a long moan.

  “That's so good.” She tensed, her shoulders sliding up and to the right. Claire was almost ready to start begging. She might've been hesitant at first but she really wanted it now. This girl was eager. “More. Just like that.”

  “Like this?” I curled my finger deep inside of her, causing spasms to shoot up her thighs. I savored the way her tight pussy tried to crush me. It made my cock ache and flex with envy.

  “Jesus.” Claire moaned, her nails digging into my shirt.

  When was the last time this girl was fucked?

  At least a little while. My thumb brushed through the prickles above her pussy. Shaved or not, I didn't have a preference. I'll paint on any clean canvas.

  “Take off the shirt next.” I slid my fingers out of her pussy, watching heat rush over her face. She seemed to deflate just a little. She wanted more, and she would get it, when I decided to give it. “But leave the silly belt, it'll make a nice handle.”

  “Are you making fun of my clothes?” She raised her eyebrows at me, the disbelief in her face was matched by the creeping aroused smile. Despite her protest she quickly did what I demanded. She liked when I talked to her like that, huh? Every girl was different sexually, and I loved figuring them out.

  Claire kicked her legs free of her pants, then pushed the front door closed. Funny, I'd been so wrapped up and surprised with this girl that I didn't even realize it was still open. Shit, I couldn't even remember the last time I'd been that focused on a girl before.

  “I just think they look better in a pile on the floor.” I unclasped her bra and tossed it with the rest of her clothes. Her tits were speckled in gooseflesh when I dragged my thumb down and around her perky nipple. Then I grabbed her by her belt and jerked her up against me, so I could whisper hungrily into her ear. “Now get this fucking shirt off of me.”

  “Yes, sir.” Her smile betrayed her excitement. Even with the fiery ones, I was always in control. Domination was the only thing that made life worth living. I raised my arms and Claire worked both hands up my torso, stripping off my shirt. I could feel her fingers finding and sliding along each hard line of my stomach and chest. They felt like fire crawling across my skin.

  “Your tattoos... So many.” Claire flushed at how bad it sounded out loud. “I mean. You just don't look like the kind of guy that—”

  “There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Claire.” I looked hard into her eyes, then bent down to slide my boxers off. I loved the way her eyes lit up when she saw my how big my cock was.

  We hadn't turned on any of the apartments lights, hell we barely even made it out of the doorway. But there was enough light streaming in through her windows to see each other alright.

  “Now show me something I don't know about you.” I said. Crouched down before her, I kissed and bit my way up from her knee to her inner thigh. I could smell the salt on her skin and could almost taste her pussy. It was driving me crazy. She was so wet, so ready for everything I had to give her. Her pussy was on display in front of me, every fiber of my being wanted to dive in to that beautiful bouquet.

  “I used to be a gymnast.” Claire rested one of her legs on my shoulder, lifting my chin and motioning for me to stand back up. My meal would have to wait. If what she said was true, there was no way I could pass this up. Intrigued, I let her guide me up and as I rose, her leg rose with me. “I'm very flexible.”

  “I can see that.” Her knee very near touched her chest. I was insanely turned on and needed a condom immediately. “Can you hold that?”

  “I think so. Be quick.” Claire grabbed the back of her raised foot and leaned back against the wall.

  I ripped the condom out of my pants, tore it open with my teeth and slid it on faster than I ever had in my life. The pink folds of her eager pussy quivered when I rubbed the tip of my massive cock against them. I always got the best condoms, but my cock was so hard I didn't know if they could fully hold me. Toying and rubbing against her clit, I expected the latex condom to explode any second

  “Fuck me.” She whined, “Please.”

  I slowly pushed in, feeling her tight walls squeeze against my every inch. I didn't know if it was the angle or if her pussy was made of magic, but it felt great. Her moan matched my speed, slow and from the back of her soul. I whispered into her ear so low and heavy that it might as well have just been vibrations. “I told you I'd make you beg.”

  A combination of my words and my cock made her legs give out, but I pinned her to the wall before she slipped too far. With my hand on her ass and her leg bent over my shoulder, I fucked her. And it was incredible. She wrapped her arms around me and sunk her teeth into my opposite shoulder muscles to muffle her screaming.

  For a while the loudest sound was only the wet claps of our bodies rapidly coming together, over and over and over. I threw my hips into her hard enough to rattle cupboards. It was amazing that she could be so spread open and still crush my cock inside.

  “So close,” She sobbed. So was I. But her leg was quivering too much from the exertion to continue. Her cunt felt so damn good that it felt like I was suffering heroin withdrawals by pulling out. I didn't mind a little bit of pain, but I didn't want her to be in discomfort. The truth was that I didn't know if I could get her off before I came. And I’d be damned if I ever let that happen.

  Claire wrapped her legs around my waist, then grabbed my cock and greedily slid it back in
her slick opening. I leaned her upper back against the wall, but couldn't get the traction I wanted for my thrusts.

  “Where the fuck is your bed?” I was panting and my heart was pounding so fast that I nearly yelled the words at her. Beads of sweat ran down my face and between my shoulder blades.

  Claire pointed. She didn't even try to utter anything else, but moans. I carried her over to the disheveled mess of a bed. A smile creased my face at what felt like another small victory. She really wasn't expecting company. Whenever I came back to a girl's immaculate apartment, I knew that if it wasn't me, it would've been some other guy.

  We crashed on the bed like a rock slide, pillows, books and clothing went flying. From the sting of her nails on my back I knew she'd drawn my blood, but all I cared about was that my cock was still inside of her.

  She laid on her back and I hovered with locked out arms, above her. Her chest heaved and fell in time with her hips, her whole body screamed for me. I sped up and delivered. My vision started to blur and I knew I was close. Every impact was a lightning storm, we were both so fucking soaked in sweat and juices. Neither of us could stop.

  I pushed my hand into her chest, squeezing he breast and pinching her nipple. She squealed into a pillow, her whole body writhing in orgasm. The tensing and fluttering of her stomach, thighs and pussy ruined me, but I didn't stop.

  “More.” I demanded. “That was too good for just one.” I licked my thumb and strummed her clit, as I punished her pussy. “I want you to come for me again, Claire. Harder.”

  “Oh. Oh, God.” Claire cried between gasps of air. She had propped her body up on her elbows and folded forward. Her body quivered for a second time. This time she stared right at me as she came. Another first for me, this girl was full of surprises.

  I had to be the one to look away, when I came. I grunted, crushing my thighs into the bunched up sheets and blankets. I closed my eyes, my brain and senses were on fire as I exploded into her. All I could do was hope the condom held.

  When all the tremors stopped I noticed that Claire's arms had wrapped around my neck. I opened my eyes to truly see the beautiful creature below me. Yeah, Claire would never walk a runway, but that wasn't a bad thing. She was pretty in a whole different and new way.

  Her painted eyelashes, encapsulated her green eyes. The sheen of sweat from her afterglow made her pale skin radiate. I watched a few beads trail between her breasts and down her slim, but not anorexic, stomach. This girl seemed to get more attractive the more I looked at her.

  I let her pull me in for something I never did after sex. I broke my first rule and I kissed her. We explored the inside of each other's mouths like a teenage couple. It was a unique experience. Dangerous...

  I suddenly remembered why I had my three rules in the first place.

  “So a gymnast, huh?” I said, finally coming up for air. I fell onto my back beside her. There was a box of tissues near the bed that I used to clean myself up. I was suddenly fucking exhausted.

  “Yeah. And you have some nice tats for a business executive.” Claire breathed heavily, wiping the stubborn blond bangs out of her wet face. She cleaned up as best she could before declaring it hopeless and laying back down.

  She came down on my arm. Usually I would've pulled it toward my body because I'd be getting ready to leave anyway. This time, though, for some reason, I pushed it further out, allowing her to rest her head on it. She turned her head to me and said, “I guess we both have our secrets.”

  Laying like that, next to her, I couldn't help but let my eyes drift around her room. The place was an utter mess, clean but disorganized. The recycling bin was almost exclusively filled with alcohol bottles. There were a few face down picture frames, and a cork board with conspicuous blank spots, but otherwise covered in pictures.

  “Of course,” I laughed, looking back at Claire, but she was already asleep. I'm getting rusty, I thought. I should know a rebound fuck when I see one. Claire just broke up with her boyfriend.

  Her hesitance, then eagerness, Claire was obviously wounded. Part of me felt weirdly protective. Who the fuck was this guy to do something like that to her?

  It didn't matter. Tonight was fun, but I'd never see Claire again.

  It was late. I needed to get home, take a shower and get some well-deserved sleep. I wasn't at Claire's college by choice and talking with lawyers and administrators always drained the shit out of me.

  I tried to slide my arm out from under her, but I couldn't. Or rather, I didn't want to. At least, not just yet. Between Claire's soft breaths and the rain that just started to pick up, there was something serene about that moment.

  It didn't help that she'd buried her head into the crook of my neck. Claire was so soft and warm, and I loved the way she smelled. The cool light that filtered in through the window turned her skin light blue. God, she was so beautiful. I could just stay. I hadn't ever done that...

  Was I really about to break the second of my three rules?

  No. Never that.

  Claire was amazing, and flexible, but she was just a hook up. That's all. I slid my arm out from under her and got up. Looking over her, I quietly dressed and got ready to leave.

  I paused on my way out. Maybe she didn't have to be just a hook up. I hadn't found anyone yet that could solve my particular problem, and I was quickly running out of time.

  I looked at her one more time, studying her soft, fair features. She wasn't the kind of girl I was ever seen with. And that made her perfect for what I needed.

  I grabbed the nearest thing I could find, an envelope, and penned a short proposition.

  “I'll be seeing you later, Claire.” She stirred at my low whisper, but didn't wake. Claire had no idea what I had in store for her.

  Chapter 2

  Claire

  The email notification buzz of my phone woke me up like it did most mornings. I barely needed an alarm anymore. My head throbbed, but that was unfortunately normal too. Ever since Chance—

  “Stop it, Claire.” I wasn't allowed to start torturing myself until after my first coffee.

  It wasn't until I stretched that I realized how sore I was. And I smelled terrible. It was a cocktail of sweat, alcohol, shame and... sex.

  Oh, God, was he still here! I held my breath and snapped my eyes fully open to scan the small apartment. It was quiet, the mystery man was gone. I breathed out and fell back into my destroyed bed.

  It was just a one-night-stand, it didn't mean anything. Not that I've ever done that before. People do that all the time right?

  Was that blood? I tore back the cover. It wasn't a lot of it, just a few red spots dotted my sheets. His back! I clawed at him when he threw me onto the bed. My clit tremored, remembering the sensation of still having his cock inside me as I fell. I saw the used condom in my trash. Well, at least it was safe, rough, sex.

  I remember the broad strokes of what happened last night. It was all so painfully cliché. I met the mystery man at the bar, he bought me a few drinks and we came back to my place and had sex. The details were a little fuzzy though.

  On top of the pile of last nights clothes was the belt I wore. I remembered Mr. Tall-dark-and-handsome making fun of it. I studied it for far too long. “Screw him,” I muttered. “There's nothing wrong with my belt.”

  I was gross and needed a shower, but I felt great. Had it been that long since I had sex? I didn't want to go down that train of thought because it always ended with my ex, Chance. Instead, I just enjoyed the relaxing calm that came with waking up after experiencing the most amazing orgasms in my life.

  Eventually I rolled onto my side and grabbed my phone. I didn't need to check the message to know that it was from work. It always was. How miserable was it, that part of me was glad that at least someone was trying to get a hold of me?

  I transferred here to wrap up my bachelor's degree and was fairly new to this city. I still didn't know many people and the few I did I had nothing in common with. It was always hard for me to make friend
s. And when I did... Thoughts of my time with Chance finally flooded back like a landslide, threatening to bury me.

  I hated him so much, but I hated myself even more. How could I let my guard down so easily. I promised myself that I'd never let another Chance into my life, never again.

  “It's just me and you now, Angry Cat.” I slid the phone into the elastic waistband of my panties and grabbed my stuffed animal off the floor. It was a plush, cartoon cat that had been turned inside out, restuffed then stitched back up grotesquely. It was ugly thing that would've terrified most children, but I always loved it. It made me feel a little less alone.

  “Aaaaannd this is why I don't have many friends.” I stopped talking to Angry Cat, putting him down on the bed, and got up to make coffee.

  My legs barely cooperated. I had bruises all over them and it felt like my muscles were replaced with jelly. A guilty thrill filled me. Flashes of being pushed up against the wall, of his strong hands, and his hot breath lit my head on fire. I didn't even know sex could be that hot.

  How did this happen?

  Images of the mystery man's hard tattooed body hijacked my brain and I could feel my stomach getting warm. With his expensive suit and car, the man from last night wasn't my type at all. I wasn't into the young executive/lawyer type. Granted, I'd never met one that was as sexy as him.

  I closed my eyes. I could still feel his short dark hair between my fingers, and see his bright blue eyes looking through me. When I was up against him, it felt like my tits were being pushed into chiseled stone.

  Then he took off his shirt. With all those tattoos he looked like a superhero. It wasn't even fair. He was nothing like I thought he'd be. My fingers pushed through my light bristle of pubic hair and gingerly touched my clit. Just thinking of him, and I was already getting wet. The way his fat cock flexed in my hand—

  The phone in my panties vibrated against my hip, jerking me away from thoughts of his cock. Another email. ...yay... I wanted to scream at the world to shut up and let me have my private little fantasy. I sighed instead and pushed it all from my mind. What did it matter? I was never going to see the mystery man again.