Wicked Bad Boys

by Bella Love-Wins

  I opened the door slowly. “No. I won’t make you beg.”

  “Good. See? It’s way better looking into your eyes. Can we talk?”

  “Sure.”

  I pulled the door open some more to make room for him to enter, but he stood there. Instead, he reached for my hand and stepped up to me.

  “So where were we?” he asked.

  “We were about to say goodnight, and you were about to let me get some sleep.”

  He smiled. “Wrong answer.”

  It was clear my weak effort was not going to work on this man. He wrapped his other arm around my waist and leaned down to whisper in my ear, “I want you in my bed, Amanda.”

  The sound of his voice set my body on fire. I tilted my head back as he pressed a kiss on the soft flesh of my neck. I knew how I wanted to react, but my body was in control now. It was on autopilot. His hands snaked up my waist and pulled me in tighter. The sexual energy was palpable, and by then, there was no asking or any words. I needed to have him. I dropped my defenses, and let that need take over as I lost myself in the moment.

  Johnny sensed my silent permission. It shot out from every pore of my body, and from the sound of every shallow breath that escaped my mouth. In a single step, he pinned me to the wall beside the door. I moaned in reaction to his fierceness, wrapping my arms around his neck. I lifted a leg and rubbed it along his calf, allowing my hips to grind on his leg. His cock throbbed, pressing against my stomach as his kisses turned into soft nibbles down my collarbone.

  I pushed up on my tiptoes for more contact with his manhood. I wanted him inside me so badly, I braced my arms around his neck and lifted the other leg up to his waist. With both legs off the floor, I hooked them behind his back and pressed my sopping wet pussy against his hardness.

  I didn’t know where that urgency came from, but I let it take over me.

  “I want you so bad,” I said without thinking.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “God, Amanda.”

  “Take me right here. Right now, Johnny.”

  He pulled away for a moment and looked into my eyes. His were darkened with need, and something else I wasn’t ready to see. I moved an arm from around his neck and reached down to the hem of my pajama top. Before I could lift it up, he pressed my back into the wall and his hands slid down to my ass. His fingers hooked under the sides of my panties, and with a sharp tug, he had ripped them off me. I hissed at his eagerness. Now the only things between us were his jeans and whatever he wore underneath it.

  Fixed snugly against the wall, I used both hands to undo his belt buckle and zipper. I slipped my hand inside his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock. Oh God, this cock could own me. He growled at my touch. I stroked up and down the shaft, maneuvering with the other hand to peel his boxers down enough so I could free up some space. In a moment, his hands had gripped tightly against my ass. He lowered himself and tilted his hips to enter me. I held on to his strong biceps and ground down with my hips to meet his steely hardness. In one powerful thrust, he was inside. I called out his name between panting, rocking my hips as he plunged deeper inside me.

  “Oh fuck, Johnny. You feel so good,” I called out.

  “Mmmm. Amanda. All I want is to please you,” he moaned deeply.

  He pressed his lips to mine and his tongue claimed me, darting in and out, matching his cock’s rhythm as it spread my pussy and buried deeper inside me. The feel of his nails digging into my ass and his lips pressed on mine heightened the sensation of his stiff cock driving in and out of me. Before I knew it, my hips were bucking wildly and I was shaking through a fierce climax against that wall.

  “Oh God,” I whimpered out from under his kiss, still rocking through the powerful peak.

  He kept up his movements as I came, and as soon as my body began to relax, he slowly pulled from the kiss.

  “How was that?” he asked.

  “You know you’re good,” I panted out, struggling to catch my breath.

  “I’m glad you liked it,” he whispered. “And I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry for what?” I was confused. What could he be sorry about now?

  “We didn’t use protection.”

  “Shit.” I forgot all about that. “I don’t know what got into me,” I told him.

  “I take responsibility for that.”

  “Don’t. I’m the one who begged you to fuck me against the wall here. I wasn’t thinking…” I lowered my feet to the floor.

  “It’s okay. You don’t have to worry. I’m clean, just so you know.”

  “I am too,” I told him.

  “Good,” he answered.

  I don’t know what got into me, but I blurted out, “And I can’t have kids.”

  Chapter 2 - Amanda

  Johnny had such a soft, kind heart. He bent forward and lowered his head to my shoulder. “I read about it somewhere. I’m so sorry, Amanda.”

  “It’s okay,” I answered, looking away.

  He held my hand and walked me over my bed. He sat beside me and reached an arm around my back to pull me close to him. “Want to talk about it?”

  “Not really.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I nodded. “Positive.”

  He sat quietly beside me, rubbing a hand down my back. I ended up telling him everything.

  “It’s so tragic,” he said. “How did you get past it?”

  “I had a year and a half to get over it. That Jessie Rage took a lot more from me than a title in that prize fight. I have to hand it to her. She punched me so hard in the head, I barely felt all her blows to the gut. But you know what felt worse? In the Women’s MMA, just like most professional sports, the doctors have to comply with certain medical disclosure requirements. They had to make all my surgeries public. That in itself was not so horrible, but what got to me was that no one gave a damn that I couldn’t have kids anymore. All my trainers and fans could think about was that my career was over. Only my parents cared about never becoming natural grandparents, and I could never experience the ‘joys of motherhood’, as my mom put it.”

  “I’m sure at least a few of your fans cared,” he said after a few moments, pulling me into is side as if to tell me it was going to be okay.

  “Maybe one or two of the diehard fans…”

  “There’s always adoption,” he said. “Look at me. I’m adopted. And there’s lots more children without parents out there, if you ever do want kids.”

  “I guess…In any case, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Maybe we should get some rest now.”

  He stood up and pulled me to my feet. “Okay. So are you ready to stay in my bed tonight?” He whispered. “Because I want to hear you come a few more times before you sleep.”

  “Mmmm,” I moaned, already feeling my arousal start to build again. “I’ve got a flight soon, remember?”

  “And you can sleep on the plane. I want to do things to you that will make you want to get back here, protecting me in my bed.”

  “Oh God.” My voice trembled.

  “Trust me. You won’t regret it.”

  This man already had such power over me. The gravelly sound of his voice claimed me in an instant, and if he had asked me anything more right then, I would have said yes. It turned out that he didn’t have to say anything at all. He leaned closer, kissed me softly on my cheek, and carried me to his room. He lowered me on the bed, gently pulling my pajama up over my head before throwing it to the side. Before joining me in bed, he took a step back and just stood there watching me.

  As if reading my mind about why he wanted me in his bed, he said, “You’re so beautiful, Amanda. I could get used to having you right there every night.”

  I smiled at him, and spread my legs apart slightly to remind him why I was here. I didn’t want him getting emotional. I slid a hand down to my mound and began to circle my clit with one finger.

  “How about you show me how much you want this?” I told him.

  His eyes half-closed an
d he moaned. He didn’t hesitate another moment. He stripped off his clothes and stalked over to the bed. He crawled in from the foot of the bed, parting my legs wide with one knee. I was so ready to feel him inside me again, but he had other plans. He lowered his head to my belly, and slowly kissed a trail down from my navel. When he got to my mound, his tongue came to rest on my clit. I hissed out a sigh and reached down to run my hand through his hair.

  “You’re so wet for me, Amanda,” he groaned onto my pussy lips. “So fucking sweet.”

  He flicked and sucked voraciously at my clit, and all I could do was fist his hair, tilt my hips up, and let him drive me to another orgasm. Control left the building. My body shook and I screamed out my pleasure this time, while he continued to taste me through my climax. He moved up the bed and pulled me into his arms as my limp body let all that wild desire wash over me. When I was close to regaining my composure, he kissed my forehead and held on to me even tighter. He didn’t have an orgasm yet, but it seemed like he was perfectly fine to let me sleep.

  I turned to him. “You’re…you’re fine just like that?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, if the tables were turned, and you had come twice and left me hanging both times, I’d be pretty damned irate right now.”

  He smiled and kissed me softly on the lips. “Good to know.”

  “So you’re fine?”

  “If you’re asking me if I want you, then yes, I really do. Badly. But I can also be patient.”

  No man had ever been that unselfish in bed with me before. He was good. His willingness to wait made me want him even more. I had to wonder if that was his intention in the first place. With that, I rolled toward him and moved on top of him. I straddled his hips and placed my hands on his chest, rubbing my pussy on his hard cock.

  “Fill me,” I told him, biting down on my lower lip.

  He groaned and grasped my hips, lifting me up slightly. He pressed his throbbing cock at my opening and let out a long groan as I lowered myself onto it. He thrust deep and hard into me, and my cries for more had him digging his nails into my hips as he sank his thick shaft deeper into my flesh. It felt so good riding him, and I could see he would come any minute. He put a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me down to kiss him. As our tongues met and explored each other’s mouths, he stiffened beneath me. He was almost there. My hips went wild when I felt his engorged cock move faster in and out of me, and when I pulled from the kiss and nibbled a soft bite on his neck, he came.

  He rocked his hips as hot release exploded inside me, and the sensation pelted me to another peak. I buried my head into the crook of his neck and let out a foreign squeal of pleasure. His arms wrapped around my back, holding me securely until I collapsed in the spot beside him in bed. I only meant to close my eyes for a minute. Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

  Chapter 3 - Amanda

  When I opened my eyes again, Johnny was still awake. His eyes ran up my body, and when our eyes locked, I could tell something had changed.

  “Are you okay?” He asked.

  “Yes. A little tired. It’s probably all that alcohol from earlier.”

  He slid out of the bed and put his boxers back on. “I have to do something. I’ll be right back, okay? Wait here.”

  He was gone from the room for less than ten minutes. When he returned, he had an envelope in his hand.

  “Look. I’m sorry about everything. Kevin has no right to hold this contract over your head like this. And he shouldn’t threaten to fire you at the drop of a hat just because of my behavior. I don’t want you worrying about it anymore.” He stood at the side of the bed and stretched out his arm with the envelope. “This is for you.”

  “What is it?”

  I sat up with the covers wrapped around me, and turned on the lamp on my side of his bed.

  “Take it and see for yourself,” he answered, sitting at the edge of the bed. He took my hand that was closest to him, held it open palm facing up, and gently placed the envelope into it. “Go ahead. Open it.”

  I carefully ripped one side of it. It was a check. I slid it out and flipped it around. It was two million dollars. Made out to me. I looked at it in disbelief, and then back up to Johnny, my heart pounding so hard in my chest I could barely breathe, let alone think.

  “What…? Why…?” I couldn’t find the words to ask him for an explanation about this check in my hand.

  “I want you with me on this tour, Amanda. No matter what Kevin thinks. I’m giving this to you now because you’re about to take a big risk for me. I want to make sure you don’t feel backed into a corner, having to prove yourself to Kevin over and over again. No matter what happens, you have my commitment.”

  “I…I don’t know if I can take this,” I said, my gaze drifting back and forth between Johnny and the check amount.

  “You can and you will. Besides, I won’t take it back.”

  I looked over at him. “I could just not cash it.”

  “True. But you and I know that would be really, really stupid. Besides, don’t let these dull eyes of mine fool you. I saw Kevin’s contract. You added your banking information somewhere in there. If you don’t cash the check, I’ll just do a direct deposit. Read my sexy lips, Amanda. You are taking this money.”

  “I…geez…I don’t know what to say…”

  “Say ‘okay’. That’s good enough for me. You could also say ‘you’re welcome’. After all, you’re going to follow through and protect me on this tour, right?”

  I looked at him and held his gaze. “Yes. Yes, of course. I’ll give this assignment my all, Johnny.”

  “Great. That’s all I wanted to hear.”

  I should have gone to bed there and then. Somehow, I couldn’t shake the question that had entered my psyche during Johnny’s argument with Kevin earlier. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Yes. Anything at all. What do you want to know?”

  “You hired me based on my skills, right?”

  “Correct.”

  “So there’s no other reason you want me here?”

  “I’m not sure what you mean.”

  I couldn’t think of a good way to say it. “I mean, you didn’t hire me for…because of this…Shit. Look, did you hire me because you’re attracted to me?”

  I saw his hesitation before he answered. “What I can say with honesty is I had no idea we’d be attracted to each other before I suggested your name to Kevin.”

  I wasn’t sure if that was a direct answer, but I had this two-million-dollar check in my hand, and that blocked out most of my ability to reason.

  “And one more thing.”

  “Yes?”

  “You understand I’m not looking for anything serious, right?”

  More hesitation from Johnny. “Sure,” he answered.

  “So can you be one hundred percent okay with you and me not going anywhere beyond sleeping together? I know I already said this to you outside, but I’m not looking for anything more. Are you sure you’re fine with that?”

  He looked at me with even less certainty, if I could read him well. “Yes.”

  “And you’re positive?”

  “I’m sure if you’re sure.”

  “I’m not looking for a relationship, Johnny.”

  “Fine. Whatever you say. Now tell me you’ll accept that check and let’s move on.”

  “Okay. Thank you. This means more to me than I can put into words right now.”

  “Don’t thank me yet. By the sounds of those threats from my cyber-psycho-stalker-chick, you’ll more than earn it on the road.”

  “Good point. And that reminds me. I really need some sleep before this flight.”

  I turned and slipped my legs off the side of the bed to get up.

  “Where are you going?” He stood up and stepped toward me.

  “To sleep.” I got up and threw on my pajama top.

  “Stay with me.”

  “You and I both know we’re not going to get any sleep if I s
tay in your bed.” I pressed a hand on his chest and tiptoed to kiss his cheek. “Rest up, Johnny. See you when I get back.”

  I pulled away reluctantly and hurried back to my room—holding the check like it was the most delicate paper. He might have been sweet, sexy, thoughtful and generous, but I couldn’t get too attached to him. If I wasn’t careful, it could end up taking some serious effort to keep my feelings in check. And I was not going to fall for Johnny Q Venom.

  Chapter 4 - Johnny

  I sprang out of bed and raced to get ready. I needed to see Amanda before she left for the airport. Her repeated declaration about not doing relationships was still fresh in my mind. I couldn’t voice the affection I had for her. Not yet. It was banging around in my head, begging to be spoken out loud, but as she was so adamant, I couldn’t risk her shutting down on me.

  She had to have a reason, or maybe several reasons why she didn’t want to be in a relationship. And although I desperately wanted to find out what they were, I was not about to back her into a corner by bringing it up so soon. I’d find a way to get her to tell me herself, instead of trying to uncover it. Otherwise, I would probably be too brash and scare her off. For now, I just wanted to see her.

  I hurried from my bedroom and stepped across the hall. Amanda didn’t answer when I knocked. I turned the handle of her door and looked inside. Her bed was made. There was no trace of her. I hurried downstairs, hoping to catch her before the driver left. Kevin’s car was in the driveway, but Amanda was gone. Shit. It was disappointing. I returned inside, thinking at least I got to help make things right with that check. Kevin had gone off the deep end earlier. My blood boiled all over again whenever I replayed it in my head. I wasn’t known for being violent, but it would take me some extra effort not to punch him in the face if he even dared to show up at the house today.

  I circled back to the kitchen to pour myself a coffee. I had just sat at the table when my phone started buzzing in my pocket. I pulled it out, hoping to see Amanda’s number lit up on the screen. It was a number I didn’t recognize. I pressed the ignore button and turned it off before shoving it back into my pocket. I never answered unknown numbers.