The Bad Boy Arrangement

by Nora Flite

  That was it. I was done.

  Throwing my head back into his shoulder, I sobbed as the orgasm ripped through me. My knees bent, pushing together, trapping his hand. The hot pressure surged, my pussy clenching desperately onto his fingers.

  Pleasure turned my tongue numb. He'd created such a massive ball of desire in my stomach, the tension flexing and melting through my cunt.

  In my ear, he hissed, “Fuck, that's magical. I'm done waiting, I can't—not after that.” His fingers pulled free with a wet sound, juice tickling my skin. I tried to move my arms, but my jacket was bunched so tight around my wrists they were essentially cuffs.

  His metallic zipper sliced through the air. My gasp followed it.

  Gripping my panties, Huck tore them and my pants all the way to my ankles. I was completely vulnerable, he had me pinned. But I wasn't scared. Fuck no.

  I was ravenous.

  Warm, curved—his cock rubbed on my lower back. “I love the sight of that,” he chuckled.

  Speaking was a challenge, but I managed. “What?”

  “My cock, just seeing it wedged between your perfect ass-cheeks like this.” Gripping me, he spread me open, ground right against my sensitive skin.

  I heard something tearing open. A condom. I was sure of it. It was happening, this was real.

  Huxton was actually going to fuck me.

  Intentionally, he yanked my hips away from the wall. I tumbled forward, my tits pressing roughly on the stone. His hand went to my shoulders, holding me so I wouldn't just collapse.

  The new angle opened me to him. Air swirled over my soaked pussy from behind, his fingers peeling me further. “Gorgeous,” he hissed with fervor. “Fucking beautiful. You've got a pussy worth writing songs about, Zoe.”

  My head swam, but I smiled helplessly. “Are you going to serenade me?”

  “No,” he said, pushing the fat tip of his cock to my entrance. “But you might. A pretty song made from your moans and squeals.”

  I stopped listening—I stopped breathing. Huck was spreading me open inch by fucking inch. I'd gotten a good look at his dick through his briefs before, I'd known it was big. Now, he was making me wonder if I could handle him in his entirety.

  Huxton filled me beyond capacity. Amazingly, my pussy rippled and begged and adjusted to let him in. The sensation was maddening, I couldn't hold still. Out of my control, my hips twitched and demanded more of him.

  My pussy was a glutton for Huxton Blake.

  Groaning from low in my belly, I rocked backwards. How was he not finished? How much more of this man was there?

  Luckily, I was soaked. There was little friction, just my cunt strangling his length as it drove to his base. He scraped my roof, hit a part of me that turned my brain to jelly. I forgot how to form words. I just whimpered and whined; creating a song for him, just like he'd said I would.

  His legs bumped my hamstrings. With a raspy grunt, he sank to his root. His full thickness stretched my walls to their limit. And then he began moving.

  “God,” he said, withdrawing until just the ridge of his head was inside. “If it weren't for this condom, I think I'd come in a few seconds. You feel that good.” Digging nails into the dip of my waist, he slid into me with practiced patience. “But then... maybe you'd like that, hm? Me, losing control and filling this tight pussy with my hot come.”

  My eyes rolled in my head, lashes fluttering. Holy fucking shit. Huck was dirty, and I did love it. He was playing me like an instrument he'd been holding since he was a kid.

  I had a brief moment, my mind wandering—making jumps. How many women has he been with to be this good? He was a stripper, I'd enjoyed his dance skills... did he sway every lady with his words and fingers when he had them alone?

  And then, as he slammed his cock into me again, I stopped caring. It didn't matter how he'd become so good with his cock, he just was. And I was enjoying it now. Me. Just me.

  Breathing heavy, Huck increased his speed. Gentle strokes become rough thrusts, our skin clapping together in the quiet alley. He was losing himself in me, and that was as much of a turn on as his calm, intentional actions.

  His cock swelled inside of me, making me see stars. If I filled my lungs with more air, they'd explode, and yet I couldn't get myself to breathe. The air was made from Huxton, his scent clogging my pores, my veins.

  I didn't feel the orgasm coming. It sparked, a firework with no warning. Shaking, I scraped my cheek on the wall. Nothing existed but my cunt and his cock, the two of them intertwined.

  Hot, wet, I came with a shout that shredded my voice. Clamping down on his length, I was acutely aware of him twitching. Crushing my hips so hard there would be imprints—tattoos created by Huck just for me—he shuddered.

  Even through the condom, I felt the force of his release. Boiling warmth, tiny spasms that went on forever.

  He held me to him, sweat from his bare chest dripping onto my shoulder. Our breathing was ragged, we were both drained. Turmoil from our back and forth tension had finally escaped, leaving our bones useless mush.

  I started to slip, my knees no longer capable of keeping me standing. Huck caught me, easing me down until he was holding me against his chest. He slid free, grunting in my ear. I wanted him to stay inside forever, but I chewed my tongue and didn't say such a stupid thing.

  I didn't know what Huck wanted from this—from us.

  I didn't know what I wanted, either.

  Saying something so reckless... it risked ruining the moment.

  His hands moved to my back, helping me with my jacket. Flinching at the ache in my shoulders, I reclaimed the ability to use my hands. My first action? To grab his hard jaw and yank him to me for a kiss.

  He used his tongue, like he wasn't sure how to be sweet. That was fine. I didn't mind the rekindled coals between my thighs.

  Pushing my hair from my forehead, Huxton looked down on me. The smile he wore went to his eyes, but not beyond. His cheeks were tinged red, a sign of his exertion—or maybe the cold. “Oh,” I said, leaning over, handing him his clothes. “Shit, put these on before you get sick.”

  “I'm too warm to get sick,” he chuckled. Still, he redressed, unfurling the condom and tossing it into the trash all around us. I wanted to scold him about littering. He was too quick, speaking first. Far more serious than I was ready for. “Why the hell did you fight me for so long?”

  My mouth fell open. Oh, fuck. He wanted to go there, right now? Frowning nervously, I tucked my knees to my chest. “You won't like the truth.”

  He curled his fingers over my knee and said, “I'll take it over not knowing.”

  Glancing down, I noted the cuts on his hand. Wounds from knocking down the man who'd wronged me. Yes, he was going to hate my news. “The thing is, even from the start, you reminded me so much of Reese.”

  The anger I'd expected bloomed bright. Huck's glare went into my heart, even if it wasn't meant for me. “I'm not Reese.”

  “No, I know that now.” Cupping his knuckles, I felt him startle. “But it wasn't just him. It was everyone and everything, before I'd even met him.” I made myself smile. “Reese wasn't the first asshole I got hung up on.”

  Some of his anger slipped out of his green eyes. “So you think I'm an asshole.”

  I showed my teeth, grinning. “Would you say you're not?”

  In defeat, he copied my expression.

  “Huck,” I sighed, stroking down to his wrist. “Lots of people have fucked me over. Betrayed me. I want to trust you. It's probably stupid, but you give me a good feeling. I'll do my best not to hold my demons over you, but...” I wrinkled my nose. “It's just hard. Life has been hard.”

  Tipping my chin up, he graced me with a serious stare. “I'll do my best not to make it harder.”

  Unnerved by this side of him, I ached to ease the mood. “Was that a dirty joke?”

  “No. It was a dirty promise.”

  Shit. My heart was slamming into my ribs. “I'm wary about promises. People break t
hem. But, I think... I'm okay with that one.”

  Hugging me to his chest, he put his chin on my head. “That's enough for me.”

  Listening to his lifeblood, I closed my eyes and wondered if maybe...

  It could be enough for me, too.

  - Chapter Nine -

  Zoe

  I woke up smiling.

  Light filtered across my eyes, making me squint lazily. For once, it didn't bother me. I'd never noticed what a pretty color the ceiling turned with the sunflower yellow casting over it. Peaceful. That was a good word for it.

  For how I felt.

  Turning on my side, I pulled the covers over my face and just... laughed. Holy shit. Did last night really happen?

  A single, swinging fist. That was all it took to send me tumbling like a domino. I saw Huck in my mind's eye, standing so proud and fierce in the ring. Magnus, a wreck at his feet.

  Then he'd turned—and found Reese.

  Pushing the pillow between my teeth, I bit down as hard as I could. Fuck, it'd been amazing. Huxton was stunning, a warrior that had stomped through the staring faces and taken down my old enemy.

  My heart started buzzing. I lavished in the sensation.

  Learning that he'd done it all for me. That had put me over the edge. I kissed him, I reminded myself. Pushing the pillow away, I touched my lips, felt them for what seemed the first time.

  I Kissed Huck. Then he kissed me.

  And then...

  Sitting up, I shook the hair from my eyes. I was getting too warm, reliving the events. I couldn't take any of it back. I didn't think I wanted to.

  Last night, I'd fucked a stripper.

  It would blow Huck's mind to learn he wasn't the first one I'd been with.

  Sighing, I hugged myself and rolled onto my side. Don't make things complicated. They didn't have to be. It could just be fun. Huxton and I, well... why not just lavish in the pleasure and rush of our interactions?

  Because already... I'm wanting more.

  Tapping my cheeks, I jumped to my feet. Wanting more from this was irrational. I'd just been saying yesterday that I couldn't give in to this guy.

  But I did.

  Dammit. I needed to know where this path was headed. Stepping fast, I shoved out into the hall. I need to talk to Eliza. She knew Huck, they were old friends. If I told her what had happened, she had to give me some info about him.

  Would my roommate high-five me... or reprimand me?

  “Eliza?” My voice was weird in the still air. “Eliza, are you home?” Heading to her door, I knocked gently. I could hear noise inside. She had to be awake. “Eliza, I need to talk to you. It's important. I'm coming in, okay?”

  No answer. Alright.

  Twisting the knob, I cracked the door and leaned in. “Eliza, sorry, but I—Oh my god!”

  Sprawled across her bed, illuminated by the glow of her laptop, Eliza flashed her wide eyes at me. She was naked. Entirely fucking naked.

  I'd never seen so much of Eliza before. That wasn't the worst of it.

  The screen of her computer showed a few chat windows, the red light of the camera blinking. Her legs were spread, back against the headboard. In one hand she held a shiny purple dildo. Or, well, she had been holding it. When she saw me, she threw it so hard it bounced off her closet door. “Zoe, what the hell!?”

  “I'm so sorry!” I shouted, throwing my arm across my face. Oh shit oh shit. I hadn't expected to walk in on... on whatever that was.

  Slamming the door, I stumbled into the hall—bounced off the wall, sitting heavily on the floor. My heart hammered in my chest, eyes hurting from how they strained. I rubbed my eyes, the visual of Eliza haunting me.

  What the fuck had she been doing?

  Shaking, I scuffled on all fours until I was in the kitchen. Grabbing at a chair, I got myself on my feet, sitting back down just as heavily on the cushion. “Fucking fuck,” I said out loud. That had been... very uncomfortable.

  In the hall, hinges creaked. I sat up sharply, like my spine was made of diamonds, unbendable. Without moving my head, I watched Eliza as she approached me. She'd thrown on a bathrobe, her bare feet quiet.

  Wordless, she sat across from me. The silence stretched, our eyes flicking to meet—then dancing away again. It was painful.

  Finally, she cleared her throat. “Sorry you walked in on that. I thought it was locked.”

  My nod was subtle. I kept looking at my hands. “It's my fault. Really.”

  Saying nothing, she shifted in cher hair.

  Lord, this was awkward.

  Turning slightly, I watched her from the corner of my eyes. I mumbled, “Were you doing what I think you were doing?”

  Smoothing her forehead, Eliza forced herself to look me dead in the eye. I managed not to flinch away. “Yeah. I'm a cam-girl, Zoe.”

  A cam-girl. Jesus. “I would never have guessed,” I said, calming the nervous edge of my heartbeat. “I figured you were... I don't know. Getting money from your parents or something.”

  Smiling wryly, she lifted an eyebrow. “You really didn't give it much thought, huh?”

  Hanging my chin, I laughed. “I guess not.” Truthfully, I'd been so busy living my own double life, I hadn't bothered to wonder. As long as Eliza didn't pry into my life, I wasn't going to look into hers.

  Camming, right in her own bedroom. Just feet away from me.

  “Does it disgust you?” she asked, not hiding her sadness.

  “No! No, of course not!”

  She tugged at her long hair, sighing. “Then why are you all red, why can't you look at me without wiggling in your chair?”

  Blushing hotter, I pointedly leaned across the table. Grabbing her hands, I leveled my tone. “Whatever you do is your own business. Okay? I'm just a little shocked, that's all.” My smile was shy. “I wasn't prepared to walk in on that.”

  Squeezing my fingers, Eliza softened her eyes. “I heard you knocking. I really thought it was locked.”

  Hoping to relax her more, I said, “I thought you were going to stab me with that dildo.”

  Peals of laughter, sweet as candy. Letting go of me, Eliza leaned back in her chair and hugged herself. Tears squeezed from her eyes, the knots flooding away. In seconds, I was giggling, too.

  “God,” she chuckled. “I closed the cam down so fast, but I bet those guys wondered what I saw that scared me so bad.” Pausing, she took a long breath. “Thanks for being okay with this.”

  Shrugging high, I put my elbows on the table. “Like I said, what you do is your business. At least you're not on a street corner, right?”

  Something flickered in her stare. “Would that be going too far, you think? Sex for money?”

  A jagged pain moved through my stomach. She couldn't know how close she was coming to my deepest fear. “Yes. Sex for money would bother me. No one should be forced to do that.”

  “Why do you think I'd only do it if I was being forced?”

  Blinking, I looked Eliza over with new appreciation. Her mouth was a hard pucker, fingers half-bent on the table. I'd pushed a nerve. “Eliza... call me nuts, but are you trying to tell me you have exchanged sex for cash?”

  She pinched the bridge of her nose and said, “Lying would be stupid at this point. Zoe, I used to be an escort.” I must have looked as surprised as I felt, because she lifted her hands in defense. “Not anymore. It got to be too much for me. Camming... it gives me the parts I loved about escorting, this powerful sort of rush...” Stopping herself, Eliza bit the side of her lip. “Judge me if you want, but I enjoyed feeling so wanted. It was addicting, but the danger wasn't.”

  My ears were ringing. I kept waiting for her to say, “Just kidding!” But she didn't. She wasn't joking around. “Holy fuck,” I whispered. I didn't know what else to say to this news.

  “Go ahead. Call me a bad person. Every other guy I tried to date seriously did.”

  A full body shudder went through me. Eliza had jostled something loose. The part of me that felt worthless. The dark pi
t I was working to this very day to shine light on and prove wasn't real. Just a boogeyman.

  I reached for her again. She dodged me, that time. “Eliza, no. God... you're not a bad person. I'm just trying to keep up.” I gave her a sympathetic frown. “You're the first escort I've ever met. I mean, former escort. Sorry.”

  Why was there a dodgy sort of guilt in her eyes? Eliza rocked in her seat, looking away. I thought she wanted to say something. Instead, she stopped herself and reset. “Thank you. I didn't want to tell you. I figured you'd freak out. You uh... always seemed a little virginal, if that makes sense.”

  Virginal. Well, she was wrong there.

  I made fists on my thighs. Here was my opening. “I had sex with Huxton last night.”

  If she had been holding another dildo, she would have chucked it at me. “You what?”

  Wincing, I lifted my hands in defense. “Calm down. It just sort of happened.”

  “Believe me,” she said, wagging a finger. “Sex with Huxton never just happens. Zoe, what were you thinking?”

  I mumbled, “I was thinking it'd feel good.” And it felt amazing. “Now I'm thinking there's a reason you're freaking out. What's wrong with what I did?”

  Standing quickly, she started pacing. “Nothing. Everything. Fuck, I told him...” Coming to a halt, she shot me a look over her shoulder. “I didn't think he'd be the kind of guy you'd go for. I thought you liked quiet, classy men.”

  Laughing, I smoothed my hair nervously. “Because you think I'm uptight.” An idea hit me, I lifted my eyebrows. “Is that why you had him dress up like a damn Gucci model at my party?”

  Blushing, Eliza fidgeted with her robe ties. “I missed the mark, I take it. Look, Zoe, it's fine if you like men like Huck. But uh, it's just...”

  “Just?” I pressed.

  Eliza sighed heavily. “Okay, you just got out of a relationship with a dude who cheated on you. I know Huxton pretty well. I wouldn't say he's a one-girl type.”

  A cold wave trickled through my veins. “We just had sex. It isn't like we're dating.” Not a one-girl type. What does that mean?