Bad Boys Online

by Erin McCarthy

  "Ohmigod." She threw back her head and swallowed hard, want pulsing between her thighs where she was swollen and moist with need.

  This was Evan. Her best friend.

  Tearing her underwear off her.

  "Sorry, I ripped these too," he murmured into her thigh.

  "S'okay," she managed to pant.

  A cool breeze rushed across her as he leaned back, away from her. She stepped out of her pants and shoved them aside. He returned with the camera and a wicked grin.

  "Oh, no. Don't you dare." Alarmed at the thought of herself naked on camera, Halley started to edge to the side.

  Evan's thumb slipped through her sacrificial panties and circled her clitoris. She ground to a halt.

  "Don't take any pictures of this." Her words were unnecessary, since Evan's hand had gone slack again as he concentrated on stroking her, and the only view through the camera was his country beige carpet.

  "But it's so nice looking." His lips tickled her inner thighs as his thumb moved around and around until she was dizzy and weak with desire.

  Then his thumb slid inside her, and back out, wetting her clitoris with the dampness of her arousal. Halley felt her legs wobble as she groaned.

  "I think I'm going to fall down."

  "Back up." His thumb went back to its seductive circles, while his tongue started trailing across her inner thigh.

  He was insane if he thought she could move. "I can't. My legs don't work."

  He glanced up. She didn't trust that gleam in his eye.

  A large rough hand landed flat on her belly. Then he pushed her.

  Halley stumbled backward and landed flat on her back on his bed. As she thrust her tangled and eagle-spread legs together, she rationalized this was another time she should be grateful for her midsized breasts. A larger woman would have a black eye right now.

  "I can't believe you pushed me." Actually, she could. Evan had tossed her in pools, pushed her in mud, and had tied her shoelaces together once. But that had been when they were just friends. Now that they were naked, it seemed like the rules should change.

  Obviously not. And she was the only one naked. He was still wearing his shorts.

  "You said you couldn't move. I was helping you out." He leaned over her.

  Two could play this game. Halley lifted her foot and pressed her toes against his erection to stop him. "What are you doing?"

  He shot her a look of disbelief. "I'm going to lie on you and kiss you like crazy."

  He tried to shove her foot away, but Halley squeezed her toes, gathering some of his shorts and a little bit of what was underneath.

  "Halley, you're squeezing me." He froze, clearly afraid to move and possibly cause damage.

  Halley knew she wasn't hurting him. Yet. But it felt good to have him at her mercy for a change. She threw her hand over her mouth in mock innocence. "Oops. Sorry."

  Evan placed his hand on her foot and shook his head. "Hey, you'd only be hurting yourself, you know. You put me out of action and you're going to have a long, lonely day ahead of you."

  Geez, he was right. She dropped her foot like a hot potato, not wanting any accidents. She wasn't leaving this apartment without getting an orgasm. And not some little after-the-fact, token-gesture orgasm. She wanted one with him inside her, long and slow with her nails dug in his back.

  He smiled knowingly and put his hands on either side of her shoulders. Halley pushed on his chest to prevent him from lying on her.

  "Hold on. Let me get my panties off."

  Evan sat back to give her room. Lifting her ass in the air, she played with the waist of the shredded panties, sliding them down several inches, then back up.

  "Maybe I shouldn't take them off. I might get cold," she teased.

  He was staring at her with a mix of fascination and pain. "Very funny. It's eighty-five degrees in here."

  It was true. The blinds were closed, but the midday summer sun was heating the room up. There was a thin layer of sweat on his chest and shoulders, and she could smell a faint sweaty heat rising off him. It was masculine and sexy and made her damp between the thighs.

  Her skin felt flushed too. Hot and tingling, her hair heavy and moist on her neck.

  Evan's hands gripped the sides of her panties, pushing her aside. "Besides, these things wouldn't keep an ant warm. There's nothing to them."

  It was nice that he had noticed.

  His head bent over her breast. His fingers caressed over and beneath the straps of her panties. His lips came close to her nipple, so close that she felt his breath hitch, but he didn't touch her. All teasing was forgotten as her body responded, aching and throbbing for him. Halley arched her breast up to meet his mouth.

  Evan edged away. His fingers slid back and forth as he dragged her panties down halfway, then stopped. She could see him staring down at her, his thumb rubbing across her curls, skirting her clitoris, while his mouth still hovered tantalizingly close to her nipple.

  She wanted him to touch her, anywhere. She could hear her own ragged breathing, loud and fast, and she snaked her fingers down to claw at her panties, desperate to shove them off.

  Evan took her questing fingers in his own before she could push the panties down, and he held them tightly against her hips, pressing her fingers into her flesh. She squirmed and tried to tug her hands loose.

  He pressed against her mound with his erection, with so little pressure and so briefly that she groaned in frustration. She wrapped her legs around his and tried to pull him back down, but Evan shook her off.

  "Not yet."

  When? When the next ice age came through? Halley was about to complain when he bent his head down and plucked at her nipple. She cried out.

  He pulled back.

  "More," she panted.

  This time Evan bent down and licked all around her nipple with his tongue, wetting her and circling her until she wiggled back and forth, trying to force his tongue onto her. His hands held hers harder, holding her arms down tightly by her sides, so that she couldn't move.

  He felt big and hard leaning over her, and she forced her eyes open long enough to see him sweep his gaze across her chest and down her belly. He drew in a deep breath before dropping his mouth to her breast again.

  This time he pulled her nipple in hard, and pain mixed with pleasure.

  "You taste so good," he said as he licked her. He lavished his tongue all over her nipple, around and around until she thought she might explode just from his wet movements.

  Her panties were barely covering her, twisted and rolled and caught between her and him, and it added to the excitement, to the decadence of what they were doing.

  As he pulled her nipple deep into his moist mouth, thoroughly wetting it, she moaned.

  "Evan." She tried to rip her hands out from under his, but he still held her, more from his weight bearing down on her than from any effort on his part.

  He pulled back from her chest, tugging her nipple out with his mouth before releasing it. "You like that?"

  No, she always moaned and panted whenever she detested something. "I like it better when you don't stop."

  Evan liked that better too, though he had to admit it was a turn-on to tease Halley a little. Of course, in teasing her, he teased himself, and her breast tasted so salty and eager, he just wanted to keep going.

  "Then I won't stop, sweetheart. I'll just suck and suck until you can't stand it anymore." Evan trailed his tongue along the underside of her breast. "How's that sound?"

  That strangled whimper from Halley could count as a yes.

  Evan didn't wait for further verbal confirmation. He took Halley into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the sweet hardness of her nipple. He had been wondering how she would feel beneath him, he had been dreaming about tasting her, and now that he was, he was fighting hard for every ounce of control.

  Her hand ripped free of his hold, and reached up to grip his shoulder, squeezing and scratching along his flesh as she made little encouraging gasps
. Evan didn't need encouragement. He was reveling in every stroke of his tongue, every inch of her soft warm flesh in his mouth, and everything rational was skittering away from him, lost in agonizing need.

  He switched breasts. Halley groaned.

  Her tight smooth thighs had clamped around him again, grinding her rounded mound against his all-too-eager cock, and he struggled to force himself to move away. But every time he leaned back an inch, she rose upward, meeting him again.

  Giving up the battle, he let her bump against him, and he concentrated on breathing. It was a hell of a challenge.

  Halley's grip was getting tighter, her back arching farther, her cries louder and more ragged. Evan lapped his tongue back and forth over her, brushing his thumbs along the underswell of her breast. He could feel her orgasm closing in on her.

  "Touch me," she begged.

  "Where?" Evan pressed his thumb into her belly button. "Here?"

  "No."

  "Here?" He brushed her wet nipple.

  She groaned. "Yes."

  Halley was in delicious agony. Every part of her body ached and throbbed, begging for Evan to stroke, taste, slide in wherever he could, and pleasure her.

  "Touch me more," she said shamelessly, finally pulling her other hand free of his heavy hold.

  With both hands, she went straight for his hair, tugging and urging him downward, trying to force him to suck harder, touch her between her thighs, anything to release the ache inside her. She was strung too tight, tense and violently needy, vibrating everywhere.

  Evan pulled his mouth off her again, obviously not the least bit intimidated by her desperate aggressiveness. A slow grin crossed his face.

  "Should I touch you here again?" he said, and put his lips on her nipple, lightly closing his mouth over it, hot breath dancing across her.

  She squeezed her eyes shut and gasped. When he laughed, she could feel it. His mouth wrapped around and sucked, but the muffled sound of his pleased laughter wafted up to her.

  His lips, tongue, and moist inner mouth vibrated around her, onto her tight sensitive nipple. As Halley glanced down in agony at Evan's caramel-colored hair falling into his eyes, she came hard.

  With nothing touching her but his thigh resting against her, the orgasm was painful and throbbing, her clitoris swollen and in need of release. Shuddering, Halley let out a cry and went still, riding out the waves of tight pleasure.

  Evan pulled back and gaped at her, his lips shiny and wet. "Holy shit. You just came, didn't you?"

  Unable to speak, she nodded.

  "Damn, that's sexy." He buried his face in her navel and dipped his tongue into her belly button.

  Her shoulders relaxed a little and she stroked his hair as her body settled.

  "Thanks," she murmured. New desire was already building as his tongue delved into her, but it was less urgent, more sensual this time.

  Halley suspected she had needed to take the edge off, and could now look forward to enjoying Evan even more thoroughly. "I think I needed that."

  He dropped a warm kiss on her abdomen. "What are friends for?"

  Not for sexual gratification, she was pretty sure, but if he didn't mind, she wasn't going to stop him. She laughed. "Usually not for this."

  Now he was stroking her inner thigh. "I think we're on to something here."

  As he tugged her panties down past her thighs, she murmured, "Or we could be making a huge mistake."

  Her panties were around her knees when he stopped pulling and looked up at her. "Hey. I love you, you know that. I'd never hurt you, Halley."

  "I know." He wouldn't hurt her on purpose anyway. And as long as she told herself this was all about sex, with a man she could trust above all others, she would be okay. If she went and started imagining this was more than enjoying each other in a spontaneous day in bed, then she would be in trouble.

  "Should I keep going?" he asked, his thumb caressing her knee.

  His breath landed on her inner thigh.

  Did a bee like honey? If she'd already gone this far, she might as well get the full treatment.

  "Yes, keep going."

  "Thank God." He took her panties in both his hands, and yanked them down hard to her ankles.

  He tossed them over his shoulder as she lay there stunned in a pool of wet paralyzing lust.

  "You're not going to need those anymore."

  "Ever?" she said dumbly.

  "Not for a long time," he confirmed, his brown eyes so dark with desire they were nearly black.

  "You're not going to need these shorts either."

  Sliding next to him onto her side, Halley trailed her fingers along his waistband, pausing at the button of his khaki shorts. She glanced up at Evan. He raised his eyebrows up and down.

  With two hands, she popped the button. The grin fell off Evan's face. She bit down on her own grin, then unzipped his shorts.

  Evan gave a sharp intake of air.

  Halley slipped her hand inside his shorts, under his boxers, stroking his hard flesh and tugging lightly on the springy hair there. Evan was breathing hard, a sound that emboldened her, raising her own desire another aching notch.

  Her fingers enclosed around him, holding the warm satin length of his erection in her hand, feeling the pulse beneath the skin.

  "Halley."

  She saw his eyes were half closed, his chest inflating and collapsing like an accordion. He looked like a page from the calendar she had hung in her locker at school when she was sixteen. A gorgeous bare-chested man with his pants unsnapped.

  Only he was real. He was hers right now.

  An arousing thought came to her. Her eyes landed on the camera Evan has discarded at the foot of the bed.

  Giving a little squeeze to his penis, she let go and pulled her hand back. Evan gave a groan of disappointment.

  Bending over, she retrieved the camera and stood up, pointing it at Evan's chest.

  He sat up fast, alarm all over his face. "Whoa. What are you doing?"

  "I'm going to take a picture of you. Use it as my next screen saver." Halley clicked the button and gave him a cocky grin.

  Though he looked amused, Evan's hands twitched as if he was fighting the urge to cover himself with a blanket.

  "Put the camera down."

  She laughed. "No. Tit for tat, Evan." She took another shot of him frowning.

  Then he relaxed back a little. "Tit for tat, huh? But tell me you don't want to slap these pictures of me up on the web."

  "Oh, are you shy?" Halley tilted her head, fully aroused and enjoying herself. It felt good to be free like this, the only tension in her body sexual. Being with Evan was different from being with any other man. With him, she was still herself. They could tease and play like this, just like they always had, and it was because of their friendship.

  With the added bonus of red-hot desire.

  "But come on, Evan, why would we use your body? That would be like a dream come true for those guys to have your biceps attached to their heads."

  Evan smiled and popped his arm up, flexing his bicep with mock arrogance. "You like my muscles, sweet stuff? I've got a muscle you'll really like."

  Boy, did he ever. His penis had come through the hole in his boxers again, and this time Halley wasn't so startled as she was eager. It was time to put that crazy-looking thing to good use.

  Her mouth went dry as she studied him on the camera screen, about to suggest they do just that. Then Evan made the muscle in question flex, winking up and down at her. Halley went wide-eyed and nearly dropped the camera.

  "Ohmigod!" After a startled second of silence, she started laughing so hard a snort threatened to emerge from her mouth.

  "You think that's funny?"

  He clearly did too, since he was grinning like the village idiot.

  She nodded, unable to speak.

  Then Evan's eyes dropped to her chest, and his grin turned lascivious. "Keep laughing all you want," he said.

  Heat rushed through her cheeks. She ha
d forgotten she was totally naked. Everywhere naked. Not-a-stitch-on naked.

  Laughter probably did all kinds of weird things to her stomach and her chest from his point of view. She pictured buoys bobbing up and down in the surf. Or in her case, something significantly smaller, like a couple of toothpaste tubes.

  To emphasize his point, Evan made himself flex again, resting back on his locked arms. She refused to laugh again, even though it was hilarious. Only she was trying so hard not to laugh, that a snuffling sound emerged from her nose and mouth.

  She should have forced him to button the little button on his boxers earlier. "You're very talented."

  Evan said, "I have all kinds of hidden talents."

  Despite the absurdity of his words and his Adam Sandier expression, Halley was intrigued. Aroused. Yearning for him.

  If he could make her come just by sucking on her breasts, what else could he do?

  Her thighs slid against each other restlessly, the hot dampness between them about to become embarrassing without panties on. "Why don't you show me your many talents?"

  The camera found a place on his desk. Halley walked toward Evan, climbing up onto the bed, debating whether she wanted to be on top of him or beneath him.

  First.

  Chapter Six

  Halley naked should be illegal. Damn, Evan could barely breathe, let alone think or move. He'd thought his bikini-stripping dream was pretty hot, but that was nothing compared to the real Halley standing in front of him with nothing on.

  She looked so good, it was a wonder his shorts didn't burst into flames.

  Evan quickly stood up as Halley sat down, falling back against the sheet. She looked at him puzzled, her pale fingers already reaching up for him. Mouth dry, he put a hand on each of her smooth thighs and yanked hard, pulling her to the edge of the bed.

  Her knees fell open as she let out a small cry and tried to sit up. Evan pulled her again, causing her to fall back down, arms over her head. The crook of each knee lined up with the edge of the mattress and Evan dropped to his knees in front of her.