Blue Collar (A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology Book 2)

by Delilah Devlin

  Demanding. And he didn’t need to know it was fucking turning her on. Which actually, pissed her off. She ran the show. Or had, most of her life.

  Irritation swelled within her. He thought he was in charge, holding her like this. A perfect hold she couldn’t break out of, and he knew it. She snarled. “Pushy, aren’t you?”

  “I’m being me. Not that you know who that is yet. But you’re learning quickly.”

  As he gave her nipple another swipe of his tongue, she watched the top of his blond head bobbing at her chest.

  “But we haven’t picked a safe word yet.” His teeth held her nipple oh so softly, and then he bit.

  An arc of brutal pleasure shocked her.

  He moved her wet breast aside momentarily. “Suggestions?” Then he was back at her nipple.

  His tongue rasped against the sore flesh. His lips latched and pulled hard. Just hard enough. A maddening flame licked through her pussy, and she thrust against him, wetness pooling inside her and need. “God. Fuck me already, you bastard.”

  He raised his gaze from her breast to look up at her, the moisture shining on his lips. His mouth quirked in a smile. “Uh…not sure you’re understanding the concept of safe words, honey.”

  She scowled. She knew she was giving him her nasty look. She’d never been good with unfulfilled expectations. Which was why she worked so all-out at whatever she did. She wanted what she wanted. Was that so wrong?

  He gave her a wet, sloppy kiss on her pouting lips. “You are so delicious. But I digress.”

  The look in his eyes softened for a second. As if his heart was out on his sleeve. For her? He had the most maddening way of switching from sex-crazed to heartfelt. The shift was really quite a whirlwind. Which Rand Peters was he?

  This was what she’d wanted with Luc. This. This unalterable need for her. For her only.

  Hell. If this guy was genuine, he could really do some bat-shit crazy stuff to her heart.

  “But until we decide a safe word, we’re not moving from here.”

  “Fine. Elephant crap.” She had the satisfaction of seeing that cocksure expression on his face jolt.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You wanted a safe word. You’ve got it. I doubt either one of us will scream that in the throes of passion. And if we do, it’s a bigger problem than either of us can solve.” She shuttered her eyes briefly. “Now, for the love of god, can we get on with it?”

  “Ok, Alex. Use it if you want me to stop. Otherwise, babe, the rollercoaster’s now officially at the top.” His eyes darkened to a stormy blue. “Get ready for the drop.”

  Finally.

  “But first, I have a surprise for you.” Pulling her arms above her head, he reached high, and she saw in the reflection a wide elastic strap, which he pulled down. “Used this a while back for some exercise shit I was into. Never dreamed it would come in so handy.” For a moment, he searched her eyes, all movement at a standstill. With a lowered voice, he murmured. “Elephant crap, right? If anything…you know.” His eyes went liquid for a second. “Anything at all, Alex.”

  She swallowed, aware of his brawny strength, his chest against hers. Everything would stall if she so decreed. A big sigh sailed out from deep within her. Then she put on her cheekiest expression. “So. How do you propose to….surprise me?”

  His look transitioned.

  And she shivered. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would have sworn he’d worn this expression the whole time. Dangerous. Unrelenting. Hedonistic with a capital H.

  Clamping the strap around her wrists, he pushed on it to restrain her. “God, I love Velcro.” Leaning back with his groin still fastened to her, he spoke. “Tug on it. See how much give it has.”

  She pulled sharply. The elastic was firm, permitting only a bit of movement, and excitement quickened her breath. No way was she going anywhere unless Rand, er... Master unclasped her. “There’s no give.” She narrowed her eyes and pouted.

  “Good. We’re ready.” He brushed yet another wet kiss on her lips, and she thrust forward to avail herself of another, but he shifted out of reach. “Sorry. I call the shots now.”

  “Bastard.”

  He laughed. “Not the only time you’ll say that.” Lowering himself to her belly button, he was back at her creamed panties. Hitching a finger in them, he swept them down onto her crumpled cargo pants.

  He took a moment, investigating her. His carnal scrutiny tortured her, as did the delighted rumble ensuing from his chest. Her nipples hardened to diamonds.

  Then he flicked his tongue into her pussy ravenously, in the general direction of her clit.

  She screamed, jerking at the restraints, but they held.

  As she thrashed, he placed his hands on either side of her cunt then used his thumbs to spread her farther apart. “Tsk-tsk, Miss Jordan. What a sight. You’re wetter than a flood down here. Didn’t anyone ever teach you manners?”

  She was desperate to splay her legs and allow him entry.

  “Oh, baby, you’re impatient, yes? All in good time. Master’s going to enjoy himself now and teach you a thing or two while he’s at it. You need to learn.” He reached up to tease at the underside of her breast, while he started to tongue her pussy greedily.

  The man was feasting on her like she was a five-course gourmet dinner. She shuttered her eyes, realizing this moment had been a long time coming, this dream—rough, hot, groping sex...two people who couldn’t wait to do each other.

  How had Rand Peters gotten her into this position in a short twenty minutes? A guy she’d barely even known existed?

  She’d do anything to get his cock inside her.

  Anything.

  And then he was sucking her. Doing things with that skillful mouth that should be illegal.

  She bucked her hips, thrashed. Ground her pussy into his face. No matter. He was relentless.

  Fuck. She levered her hips, angling herself into just the right position, anything to have his mouth give her needed release. And just when she couldn’t stand it any longer—

  He left her to the hit of cool air and straightened, breathing raspily. “I wanted to paint a bit of grease on those pretty breasts, but later. You’re ready. It’s time.”

  She watched, eyes wide, as he shoved down his pants, along with his black briefs, his cock springing free and jutting toward her.

  He didn’t even look at her. His gaze was glued to his cock as he fisted it at its base, and then directed its thick length at her wet pussy.

  The velvet tip was so soft, she wouldn’t have known it was there except for the unyielding iron behind it, but oh boy, that was unmistakable. A solid rod of hard, sexual muscle at her entrance.

  The ache in her pussy and the desire to spread herself open to him was atrocious. Making her crazy.

  Then he nudged forward.

  Alex gasped. Sweat cascaded down her as he grunted then thrust. Shallowly. An inch of him was in her cunt. A solid inch. God, it felt so amazing. More, she wanted to scream, but knew it wouldn’t hurry him.

  Then another inch came inside. She gritted her teeth and flicked a glance into the mirror. Rand’s taut ass cheeks strained as he bore slowly but steadily into her, impaling her mercilessly on his hard dick. She thought she’d died and gone to heaven. Tears ran down her cheeks.

  “Almost there.”

  Typical male to report on the progress of his dick. But oh, she cared. The sensation was absolutely to die for. The sensation beat all other sensations.

  And this time she wasn’t dreaming, but getting crammed slowly, inch by inch, full of dick.

  New reality. Finally. His hard rod entering her vagina. Cold concrete at her back. He bounced her naked ass against it, ground her into it, as he tormented her sexually.

  Rand’s face was now against her cheek, and they were both wet, slipping and sliding against each other, heat mingling with their sweat.

  She arched her pussy forward, eager to close around him. Her erect nipples squashed against the ste
el of his toned chest.

  “A fucking dream,” he murmured, his voice reaching her through the delirious haze.

  Alex slipped her face from his, and his head slid forward, his forehead leaning against the wall. She shot a quick glance at him, but his eyes were shuttered and his face lax.

  He groaned. “I’m going to fuck the hell out of you now.”

  She flexed her core forward and closed tightly around him. She couldn’t think anymore.

  And then he started. Rhythmically pulling out while she arched forward, desperate to keep him lodged tight in her. Deep.

  Then he rammed back in, pinning her and flattening her cheeks against the cold wall.

  God. He was doing it. Fucking her. Yes. Masterfully.

  “Like that. Just like that.” He groaned, his words applauding her. “You’re a natural.”

  An arc of joy spun in her.

  “Fuck. Alex. Fuck.” His movements, his unhinged slams, now reverberated with feral passion. His hands gripped her sweaty face, fumbling. “Alex.”

  The unfulfilled fire mounted in her as she gave herself over to the sensation of being…

  And it hit her chest like a ten-ton anvil.

  Worshipped. Fucking worshipped. This encounter was no longer just fucking. It was…

  When he finally slammed into her with an agonizing cry, she thought her insides would dissolve. She flew high, to reaches she’d never been before. When she felt the breathless moment before his release, the earth stopped its spinning through space, and all creation waited with bated breath.

  And he came. Hard. His power reverberated through her.

  Just for her.

  He pumped his seed into her, and she held still and took it. Craved it. His essence, raw and bare.

  For her, damn it.

  When he collapsed onto her shoulder, she knew something big had happened.

  A melding of souls.

  Forget they’d been fantasizing about each other…about this…for a year. Him openly—had she been waiting, too, the whole year? Just to see what would happen…if?

  Well, ‘if’ was no longer ‘if’. Hell no. The fucking was a fait accompli, a done deal.

  So done. She’d been done to the hilt. Rapturously.

  She glanced at the grimy clock on the grease-smeared wall as it ticked closer to midnight. To the start of a New Year.

  As she felt him shudder oxygen into his lungs, she wondered what lay ahead.

  His words barely made it to her, they were so soft. More like a groan. “We’re not done. Take two coming up. Got that? Elephant crap me now, babe, or the ride’s starting again.”

  She grinned and shook her head. Sometimes a girl knew when to keep her lips clamped tight. Until they were pressed into service again…

  Rand lifted his head, searched her face, then rewarded her with a slow, sexy smile. An intimate grin, showing her he was very pleased.

  Something deep inside her leapt.

  He reached high above her, undid the restraints, and pushed her slowly onto her knees to meet his cock.

  The Boss

  Jennifer Kacey

  With his oil-covered hands clamped onto the open front chassis of his cherry red GT350 Mustang, Falco hung his head and finally took a deep breath.

  Talk about one long-ass Saturday.

  He tried to take off Saturdays and leave it to his guys to run his two oil change facilities.

  Tried, quite a few times—fell a bit short.

  This Saturday had begun at the crack of dawn when two of his managers called in with the flu. More likely a real bad case of hangoveritis. So instead of sleeping in and working on his car at home, he’d had to come into work and cover their shifts.

  All day.

  Which had turned into a more than ten-hour day.

  Reaching in, he adjusted a valve on the new 5.2L 526 horsepower V8 engine block. Anticipation of feeling that much power beneath him on the way home made his dick hard.

  One more tweak, and he was ready to head out.

  All the rest of the guys had clocked out and beat feet more than an hour ago.

  Falco closed the hood and stood back to admire his beauty.

  Her name was Shelby, of course.

  Grabbing a rag from his back pocket, he headed to the front to kill the lights so he could head out. He’d had too long of a day already. Anything else could wait until Monday.

  A shower and a nice cold beer were in his future, and not in that order. He’d told a friend of his he’d meet him and his wife at a club for drinks, but he was gonna pass. Being pretty certain he was being suckered into a blind date didn’t give him any incentive to go.

  A ding-ding sounded from the front room, and Falco cursed.

  That sound was nothing good. It either meant one of his guys had forgotten something, namely to ask for money before payday the following Monday. Or they’d forgotten to lock the door when they left and—

  “Hello? Is anyone here?” A distinct female voice bounced off the dirty concrete floor until it reached his ears.

  “Dammit.” He didn’t employ any women at this location so that sure wasn’t one of his guys. He tried wiping some of the grease off his hands as he rounded the corner into the front office, more than ready to be the bearer of bad news. “Sorry, miss, but we’re closed for…the…”

  Holy. Shit.

  If he’d ordered a girl straight out of his wet dreams, this would be her.

  Holy hot damn.

  Mid-length brown hair bounced loose around her shoulders. Perfect for burying his hands in. Pretty smile with crimson red lipstick. Which would look hot around the base of his dick. Green eyes that absolutely looked like trouble.

  Yep. He gave her a once-over. And then again, because certainly he was seeing things.

  Her off-the-shoulder shirt pictured a unicorn, which matched her short plaid pink-and-black skirt, knee-high white socks and pink four-inch fuck-me heels.

  Every inch of him stood up and took notice, especially his cock who was more than ready to clock in and be put to work. She didn’t look a day over twenty-something so he told his cock to take a hike.

  “I can’t imagine you’re here to apply for a job, and I most certainly don’t have a date with a gorgeous girl on my calendar, so what can I do for you?” Or to you? He kept the second part to himself. Barely.

  “I’m going to The Library actually,” she said it with a mischievous grin that matched her eyes.

  He cocked an eyebrow at her.

  Twisting her upper body around, she pointed at the window. And the bright fucking neon sign still blinking open. “I was hoping that wasn’t a mistake, and you were open late. But the likelihood of you still being open at…” She glanced at her watch and wrinkled her nose. “Five to ten is slim to none.”

  Correct. We’re closed.

  I’m out the door.

  Are you wearing panties beneath that skirt?

  All things he thought of saying, but he went with the chivalrous, “Need some help?” instead. To keep from staring more, he moved around her and turned off the damn sign.

  Fuck, she smelled good.

  As if he really needed to know that.

  “My Check Engine light came on a little bit ago. The cruise control shut off at the same time. Scared me. I’d love to say I’m a car person, and I just stopped in to borrow a wrench to fix the mmrfmugit…” She rubbed her fingertips over her lips, messing up the word with a smile. “But I’d be lying. Was hoping someone could look at it and figure out what happened so I can make sure it’s okay to drive. Getting stranded tonight didn’t sound like a great plan.”

  He grinned, despite his desire to be done for the day. Glancing out the front window, he nodded at the vehicle right outside. “Your Forester?”

  “Yes, that’s mine.”

  “Pull it around back and into the far bay. I’ll have the door open by the time you get around there. I’ll get it inside, and we’ll see what we can find.” He held the door open for her.
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br />   Might have been just so she had to brush past him.

  Might. Have. Been.

  “Thank you so much. I promise I’ll be super quick, and if it’s more complicated than an easy fix, I can always come back Monday.”

  Fuck. She smelled really good.

  Then she stopped right in front of him. Her gaze locked with his.

  She stood close enough he could feel her breath on his mouth.

  “Oh. Am I keeping you from plans? Date? Anything?” Her voice got quieter on each question.

  “Single actually. No plans tonight, other than a beer with a buddy. You? You mentioned something about the library. Meeting? Date?”

  She smiled again. “Not dating anyone. A beer sounds nice. Sounds like I might owe you one.” She moved past him, and her hip brushed his fly.

  Hot and flirty. His kind of girl. Minus the at least ten-year age gap. Watching her walk away with that tiny skirt of hers flitting with the tiny curve of her ass.

  Too bad there wasn’t any wind tonight.

  And too bad she probably wouldn’t be into the kind of sex he needed.

  Hard. Dirty.

  Tucking the rag into his back pocket, he caught sight of his reflection in the glass windows. Ruffled hair, dirty shirt and jeans. Grease stains in quite a few places. He worked for a living and was damn proud of it. Being a bit rough around the edges came with the package. He’d help her and get her on her way. Quickly.

  Closing the front door, he didn’t lock it until she was in her SUV with the engine started and the lights on. Less than two minutes later, she pulled into his bay, and he closed the big bay door behind her. Her window was down so he peeked inside. Sure enough the check engine light was on.

  As she cut the engine, she opened her car door to get out.

  “Go ahead and pop the hood for me while you’re still in there. And the fuel door latch, though I think we’ll only really need the second.” The hood cracked open when she lifted the latch and stepped around her door.

  Just. Damn.

  Talk about tasty.