ROMANCE: The Bad Boy Meeting

by Kevin, Amanda

  “Oh shit.” Connor raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s… life.” It wasn’t alright but what else was there to say? “Anyways, it made me who I am today, and without that I wouldn’t have saved everyone I’ve saved.”

  “It is the only rewarding thing about this life.” Connor agreed as his eyes locked on mine.

  As I stared at him I felt… like he understood. Like he understood me like no one else did. The people I saved, they were just as scared as me as they were of the things that attacked them. My friends, my family, they didn’t know what I did. If I told them they wouldn’t understand me. I examined his face, but found myself only looking at his lips. The urge to kiss those lips overwhelmed me. I pushed it out of my mind.

  “It is.” I agreed. This was the kind of life where you had to blow your family off, the kind where you didn’t get married no matter how many dates you went on; the kind that if you told someone the truth they would put you in the mental ward or just think you are joking. “But anyways. I just realized, you asked me if I date, but I never asked you if you date.” I stopped talking, waiting for him to answer. After half a minute of silence I spoke again. “So do you?”

  Connor was quiet for a while. “I haven’t dated in a long time. It’s… hard in this world. I’ve met a couple women that peaked my interest but the idea of telling them I was a werewolf... I just didn’t see it going well. And it would have been hard to keep making up excuses for having to go out at night every week or so to run with my sister. Honestly, it all just seems too complicated and I’m not in the mood for complicated. If I could find someone who was worth ‘complicated’ I’d go for it, of if I could find someone who already knows the lifestyle.”

  “Who knows what it will be like and be able to accept you running around with another woman in the middle of the night?”

  Connor smirked. “Something like that.”

  Me! Me! Me! I’m that girl. I l know about the life. I’ll let you run around with your sister as much as you want.

  My own words shocked me but part of me wanted to say it out loud. Part of me wanted to remind him that he was sitting in front of someone who had already accepted him for who he was- for both sides of who he was. We fell silent. Connor looked lost in thought for a couple seconds.

  “Anyways, that’s the life, right?” He looked at me. He had a smile over his lips but his eyes looked sad.

  “Yes.”

  It was the life. I couldn’t imagine how it was for him. To try not to blame his sister when he had women falling all over him and he couldn’t date them without knowing that it would never work.

  “But hey, at least you don’t have to worry about girl problems.”

  I felt that urge to kiss him again. Fuck it. What was there to lose after all?

  I pushed myself onto my hands and knees and moved forwards; closer to him. He didn’t move as I moved closer and closer, his eyes locked on me as he watched my every move.

  I took a deep breath. This was it. If he was going to push me away he was about to do it. I closed my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest as I made myself move that last inch. The second my lips touched his my eyes snapped open. He stared at me, his eyes twinkling as he returned my kiss.

  His fingers tangled into my hair, pulling me closer to him. He pulled me on top of him, his hands resting on my hips as I pushed him down against the couch. The kiss became more and more passionate until it became almost aggressive. My teeth grazed his lower lip as our lips pulled away from each other and came crashing back down against one another. He let out a deep breath; his fingers pulling my hair. I moaned against his lips using my eyes to silently beg for more. My hands traced over the curves of his muscles, up his arms and over his chest. My hand slipped under his shirt, my nails dug into his skin gently. “Fuck,” He gasped as he pulled away from me.

  I froze staring at him. “What?” Had I done something wrong?

  A soft smile spread across his face. “I just never thought I could be this turned on so quickly.”

  His words shocked me. They made my heart skip a beat; they turned me on more than I ever thought they could. My blood boiled as Connor pulled me back down into a kiss. This time it didn’t start out as soft at all.

  I pulled away from our kiss just long enough to slip my shirt over my head. It landed somewhere on the ground. Connor’s hand went right to my breast. I moaned as he fumbled with my nipple, gently twisting it between his thumb and forefinger.

  He sat up pulling me into his arm. His lips traced down my neck placing feathery soft kisses over every inch of my skin that wasn’t close to the scar on my neck as his hands touched my lower back, massaging me gently.

  I moaned louder, my eyes rolling back as pleasure and relaxation overwhelmed me. My fingers tangled into his hair as his lips reached my breasts. He covered them in his kisses before taking my left nipple into his mouth. I moaned, my head falling back as I stared up at the ceiling. My left hand moved from his hair, running over his cheek and down his neck before my fingers tightened around his shoulder and dug into his skin.

  Connor was quiet for a while. “I haven’t dated in a long time. It’s… hard in this world. I’ve met a couple women that I took an interest in but the idea of telling them I was a werewolf... I just didn’t see it going well. And it would have been hard to keep making up excuses for having to go out at night every week or so to run with my sister. Honestly, it all just seems too complicated and I’m not in the mood for complicated. If I could find someone who was worth ‘complicated’ I’d go for it, of if I could find someone who already knows the lifestyle.”

  “Who knows what it will be like and would be able to accept you running around with another woman in the middle of the night?”

  Connor smirked. “Something like that.”

  Me! Me! Me! I’m that girl. I l know about the life. I’ll let you run around with your sister as much as you want.

  My own words shocked me but part of me wanted to say it out loud. Part of me wanted to remind him that he was sitting in front of someone who had already accepted him for who he was- for both sides of who he was. We fell silent. Connor looked lost in thought for a couple seconds.

  “Anyways, that’s the life, right?” He looked at me. He had a smile over his lips but his eyes looked sad.

  “Yes.”

  It was the life. I couldn’t imagine how it was for him. To try not to blame his sister when he had women falling all over him and he couldn’t date them without knowing that it would never work.

  “But hey, at least you don’t have to worry about girl problems.”

  I felt that urge to kiss him again. Fuck it. What was there to lose after all?

  I pushed myself onto my hands and knees and moved forwards; closer to him. He didn’t move as I made my way closer and closer, his eyes locked on me as he watched my every move.

  I took a deep breath. This was it. If he was going to push me away he was about to do it. I closed my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest, as I made myself move that last inch. The second my lips touched his my eyes snapped open. He stared at me, his eyes twinkling as he returned my kiss.

  His fingers tangled into my hair, pulling me closer to him, before running down my body. He pulled me on top of him, his hands resting on my hips as I pushed him down against the couch. The kiss became more and more passionate until it became almost aggressive. My teeth grazed his lower lip as our lips pulled away from each other and came crashing back down against one another. He let out a deep breath. I moaned against his lips using my eyes to silently beg for more. My hands traced over the curves of his muscles, up his arms and over his chest. My hand slipped under his shirt, my nails dug into his skin gently. “Fuck,” He gasped as he pulled away from me.

  I froze staring at him. “What?” Had I done something wrong?

  A soft smile spread across his face. “I just never thought I could be this turned on so quickly.”

  His words shocked me. They made my heart
skip a beat; they turned me on more than I ever thought they could. My blood boiled as Connor pulled me back down into another kiss. This time it didn’t start out soft at all.

  I pulled away from our kiss just long enough to slip my shirt over my head. It landed somewhere on the ground. Connor’s hand went right to my breast. I moaned as he fumbled with my nipple, gently twisting it between his thumb and forefinger.

  He sat up pulling me into his arm. His lips traced down my neck placing feathery soft kisses over every inch of my skin that wasn’t close to the scar on my neck as his hands touched my lower back, massaging me gently.

  I moaned louder, my eyes rolling back as pleasure and relaxation overwhelmed me. My fingers tangled into his hair as his lips reached my breasts. He covered them in his kisses before taking my left nipple into his mouth. I moaned, my head falling back as I stared up at the ceiling. My left hand moved from his hair, running over his cheek and down his neck before my fingers tightened around his shoulder and dug into his skin.

  It had been a long time since I felt this good.

  Connor sucked harder, one hand staying on my back to support me and the other moving to my other breast. He cupped my small breast in his hand easily.

  He pulled away from my body and stared up at me. I looked down at him; my fingers loosening against his skin. His eyes were soft as they searched my face before locking on my gaze.

  “I want to fuck you Jill.”

  Yes. Yes, please fuck me. I pushed myself off him, swallowed dryly and opened my mouth. “Take your shirt off.” I ordered.

  Connor grinned standing up in front of me. I watched as he undid every button on his shirt slowly. My body screamed to just go over there and rip it off, but I didn’t. I wouldn’t. He let his shirt fall down onto the ground behind him. My eyes roamed over his body, taking in everything. Okay not really, I was a little focused on his abs. As my eyes made their way up his body I caught sight of a small tribal tattoo I’d missed earlier. I stepped closer reaching out to touch it.

  My fingers traced over the curves of the design. Now for the fun part. My hands ran down his body and came to a stop at his jeans. With the flick of my wrist I had the button undone and after that I didn’t have to do anything. The jeans slid down his legs easily. My eyes widened as his hard cock sprang forward; there were no boxers to keep him down.

  I reached out, my fingers curling around his cock, rubbing gently.

  Connor’s eyes rolled back, his arms wrapping around me as he let out a deep breath. I rubbed faster and faster as he inhaled sharply.

  I stopped as I pulled away from him.

  I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving him speechless. I glanced over my shoulder to see his jaw hanging open and couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.

  Once in my bedroom it took me a matter of seconds to find a condom in my bedside table. My heart raced in my ears. I could hardly think straight.

  I gasped, my heart jumping into my throat as I felt warm hands curl around my hips and pull me against him.

  I turned to face Connor. Who else had I been expecting? Of course it was him. He grinned taking the condom from my hands and placing it on the bed.

  His fingers hooked around the hem of my yoga pants.

  My pussy ached to feel him inside me as he slid my pants down my legs slowly. His lips traced over the back of my legs seconds behind the fabric of my pants. When they reached my ankles I stepped out of them as he reached up and grabbed my panties. They came down in less than a second.

  Connor made his way up my legs slowly, his lips touching my skin the entire way up. As he spread my legs his lips touched the upper most part of my thighs.

  He stood up behind me and reached for the condom.

  My own hand slipped between my legs. I couldn’t take it anymore. My eyes rolled back as my fingers slipped through my folds and I felt how wet I was.

  I glanced behind me as I heard the condom wrapper tare. I watched as he rolled the condom over his length and reached for my hips. He leaned forward and kissed my cheek, one of his hands tangling into my hair as he pushed towards me.

  I moaned feeling his head push through my folds and into me gently.

  “Hard.” I almost begged.

  “Hard it is.” Connor pushed into me without a second thought. I gasped as pleasure and pain overwhelmed me. He paused inside me. “You okay?” I managed to nod but couldn’t bring myself to speak.

  He slid out of me slowly, carefully, and pushed back into me. His free hand rested on my hips, pulling me towards him with every thrust.

  He pulled away. My hands dropped down onto the bed as he guided me down onto my hands and knees, he spread my legs and settled down between them as he pushed back into me, his hand left my hair and ran down my back, over my bum and down my legs before coming back up my legs and settling on my butt. I felt one quick smack on my butt as his cock came back into me.

  I let out a soft scream before even realizing it.

  He pushed into me faster and faster as my screams of pleasure grew louder. His fingers dug into my skin, pulling me closer to him.

  My head dropped down onto the soft blankets as my right hand slipped between my legs and found my clit.

  I moaned louder as he pushed into me faster, harder. My own fingers circled my clit.

  My eyes rolled back. I could feel my orgasm coming.

  Connor’s hand traced over the curves of my body and found my free hand. Our fingers tangled together as his lips touched the spot between my neck and my back. I moaned as his cock slammed into me. Faster. Harder. Faster. Harder.

  Oh god it felt so good. I squeezed his hand gently, my fingers circling my clit faster and faster in rhythm with his every stroke into me.

  “I’m so close.” I moaned.

  I felt his breath against my neck, on my ear lobe, as he nibbled gently. “Come with me Jill.”

  His words were enough to send me over the edge. He slammed into me; I rubbed my clit faster and faster as my eyes rolled back. I let out a soft whimper. I could feel drool slipping between my lips onto the bedding, I didn’t care. Everything went a hazy white as pleasure over took my body. My whimper turned into a scream as Connor slammed into me. He let out a grunt of pleasure, his fingers dug into my skin as he pulled me closer to him.

  My body shook as pleasure spread from my pussy to every inch of my body. My hips wiggled against him as my fingers worked furiously to rub my clit. Connor slammed into me again with a loud grunt. I gasped for breath as my body relaxed a little. My fingers slipped behind me and spread around his member, massaging the baes of his cock. He gasped falling towards me.

  He caught himself before he crushed me under his weight. “Fuck.” He gasped. He pushed himself off me.

  I sank down onto the bed taking a few deep breaths to restore my breathing. I pushed myself back up onto my hands and knees, wiped the slobber off my face and turned to face Connor.

  He was grinning widely as he slipped the condom off and tossed it into the trash before reaching for his jeans. In slipped into them and sat down on my bed. My head fell to the left as I watched him. I glanced at the clock. It was already almost 3:00.

  “Do you… want to stay the night?”

  “I would love that.” He reached down and picked something up off the ground. His shirt? Had he brought it in to the room with him? He held it out to me.

  I took it and slipped into it. I took a deep breath. It smelt like man. I watched as he buttoned the shirt up for me.

  I flopped down against the blankets and took a deep breath. My eyes flickered shut and I didn’t try to open them again. Connor lay down beside me, his arm wrapping around my body. His lips touched my skin.

  “You are beautiful.” He whispered.

  “You’re pretty beautiful yourself.” I muttered; sleep already threatening to take me. The last thing I remember was Connor laughing softly, and it was the best thing I’ve fallen asleep to in ages.

  That night was the best night’s
sleep I’ve had in a very, very long time and for that I had Connor to thank. Even though my usual post-hunt nightmares he held me tight in his arms.

  I felt a warm body next to me. Even covered in sweat I didn’t want to move away from him. No, I wanted to be beside him. Instead of pulling away I snuggled closer to him. His arms tightened around me as I turned to face him. His eyes flicked half open as a smile spread over his face. His lips buried into my neck gently. “Good morning beautiful.” He whispered against my skin. “How did you sleep?

  “Amazing.” My arms wrapped around him. “How did you sleep?”

  “It couldn’t have been better.” His lips touched mine again.

  My lips traced over her neck careful not to touch her scar. I pulled her as close as I could get her, my hands running down her body and over her curves. My lips made their way up her neck, along her jawline and towards her lips. She pulled away from me.

  “Oh you don’t want to kiss me; I’ve probably got morning breath.” I could see her trying to keep her breath away from me.

  I laughed pulling her into a deep kiss. “That doesn’t matter to me.” I promised. She gave into me, letting me pull her back into my arms as close as I could get her as our kiss deepened. Her fingers tangled into my hair. Her teeth grazing my lower lip was enough to get my boner growing. I pushed my hips against her; letting her feel my arousal. She let out a soft moan, her teeth nipping my lower lip harder.