Stay: A Second Chance Badboy Romance

by Melinda Minx

Something takes over me then, some kind of animal instinct. I grab her strongly by the waist and flip her onto her back. Suddenly I’m hovering on top of her. And I’m not just tearing at my belt. It’s already off.

  Her face flushes red, and her lips part. She gasps for air.

  It’s a fucking frenzy. She knows I’m leaving, and she’s wanted me to do this for a while now. She wants me now, before I’m gone. But I don’t want to rush this, it’s Sophie’s first time, and it’s bound to be my last for a long fucking time. This memory will be one of the few good things I can hold onto, to get me through whatever is to come.

  She pulls my body back down on top of her. Our lips are connected again, and I slide my tongue against hers as my hand slides up under her shirt.

  She breaks the kiss and says in a hurried pant, “Let me get it off.”

  I laugh and pull my hand away. I can still feel the warmth of her belly lingering on my hand.

  She sits up and tugs her shirt off, and her big breasts spill out over her bra. She laughs as she catches me staring, my mouth agape.

  “Come on,” she says.

  “Cut me a break,” I say, grinning. “I’ve been using a lot of brainpower ever since I met you to imagine what they look like, and now I’ve almost seen ‘em.”

  She smiles and reaches back to unclasp her bra, and moments later the lacy prison falls away. Her nipples are rock hard and pointing out, and as much as I want to stand back and appreciate her body in all its glory, I find myself shoving her back against the comforter and pinning her down.

  My hands trail up her sides to cup her breasts. Their warmth fills my hands, and I stare down at those beautiful fucking nipples. If I’m not careful, they’ll poke my eye out. Or at least it looks that way.

  She giggles as I squeeze her big mounds, but soon her giggles give way to guttural moans, and I see her eyes closing, her chin tilting back.

  “God, Sophie,” I say hoarsely, running my fingers up to her nipples, then circling them gently along the sensitive and swollen skin.

  I pinch one nipple, with just light pressure, but Sophie gasps and screams.

  I stop, suddenly, worried I went too far.

  “Don’t stop, Mason!” she pleads.

  I squeeze her nipple again, harder, and as she moans, my dick gets so hard that I worry my jeans will snap it right off. But I don’t have time to get my pants off, I’ve gotta bury myself in Sophie’s tits.

  I squeeze her nipple harder between my fingers, and I go for the other one with my mouth. I attack it with my lips and tongue, sucking on her while flicking it with my tongue.

  Her whole body bucks up against me, and her hand clutches the back of my head, her nails digging into my scalp through my hair. She presses me into her, begging for more.

  And I give her all I’ve fucking got.

  Then I notice her legs are squirming a lot. If I’m this fucking hard, she’s gotta be soaking wet.

  I let go of her breasts, popping her nipple out of my mouth. Both breasts are now wet with my saliva, and her nipples have somehow become even harder.

  I slide back down her body, reluctantly away from her sensitive breasts. They sway as I move down her body, until they finally come to rest. Now I’m just below her belt. I grab hold of it while looking her straight in the eyes.

  She bites at her lower lip and looks at me with those beautiful fucking green eyes, the lust-filled gaze is one I’m sure I’ll never forget. Whatever hellhole desert the army decides to send me to, those green eyes will be there with me. Already I’m sure of that.

  I pull at her belt until it’s loose, and she presses her hips and ass up off the bed to help me. I slide the belt all the way off.

  Her wet pussy is so close to me now, if I went fast—if I had no patience—I could have my tongue licking her up in just short of two seconds. But I’ve got a bit more patience than that.

  I open my hand and press my palm against her belly, feeling her warmth. My cock is still pressing and throbbing in my own jeans, but the longer I wait to let it out, the better it will feel in the end.

  I slide my hand down. Her jeans are really low-cut, barely covering her panty line. I trace my fingers around the waist of her jeans, and as I get to the center, I dip my finger just below. I feel the soft cotton of her panties beneath my finger. Sophie lets out a low moan.

  “I’ve barely touched you,” I say, licking my lips.

  “I’m imagining how it’s going to feel,” she says. “I don’t think it’s going to hurt.”

  “I’m gonna’ get you soaking wet first,” I say.

  “I already am,” she breathes out in a gasping voice.

  “You’d be surprised just how wet I can make a girl.”

  “You already made me wet, Mason,” she says. “Before you even looked at me. I’d fantasized about you before you even knew my name.”

  I laugh. “I always knew who you were, Sophie, I just never figured you’d be into a guy like me.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Stop it, you’re straining believability.”

  She’s slipping back into the Sophie with no confidence. I’ve got to punish her for that.

  I slide my hand all the way down. My fingers slide against her soaking wet lips, and I run a finger through her dripping wetness, then up to her clit. I press gently.

  You wouldn’t think I’d only put a little bit of pressure on it, because Sophie fucking explodes.

  “Fuck!” she shouts. Her body bucks like a newly-stringed bow, and even as strong as I am, it takes me some pushing to get her back down flat. I move my fingers back up, outside of her panty line. I start to trace my fingers around her navel.

  “What…” she pants, “what are you—why did you stop?” She grabs at her jeans and starts to peel them off.

  I laugh. “It’s fun to see you squirm.”

  “That’s why you stopped?” she huffs, nearly enraged. She throws her jeans hard against the wall.

  I lose track of what I was doing, because she’s now nearly completely nude. Only her tiny panties are still there. I can see her body in all its glory, just how I’ve imagined it for months now. The real thing is better than my fantasy.

  “I’m taking these off, Mason,” she says.

  “Do it.”

  She pulls off the cotton panties, and I watch with wonder as she becomes fully nude. As fun as I’m having teasing her, the moment they are off, I dive in between her legs. Before she can even react, my tongue is on her clit.

  Then she reacts. I have to grab hold of her waist with both hands and use my strength to keep her pinned. Her body fights against me to buck up, but I hold her down. I’ll let her up once she’s cumming for me. Not a moment sooner.

  I taste all of her juices as my tongue runs up and down her soaked lips. She slams her arms against the bed and squeals. I press my lips more forcefully against her clit, and massage it with my tongue.

  I squeeze her hips and keep her still. The feel of my fingers digging into her thick ass is fucking wonderful. I’ve known how good her body feels since those first slow dances at Homecoming, but now I can grope-squeeze every inch of her with no need for pretense.

  I eat her out, really worshipping her clit. I’ve never gone down on a girl like this—I’ve never really cared how it makes her feel. It’s always been about getting her wet enough so it feels good when I slide my dick in. And hell, that’s still part of it with Sophie, but the most important thing is to make her feel fucking amazing. I want her skin to become electrified, and I want so much adrenaline to pump through her that she thinks she’s going to burst.

  Sophie grabs her breasts, and I see her squeeze her own nipples between her knuckles as her fingertips hold the mass of her breasts up. She starts to really fight me as I lick her all over, and then I hear the telltale scream of orgasm rising up in her throat.

  “Mason! God! Oh! Fuc—ahhh!”

  I let her hips go, and her hips and ass shoot up toward the ceiling. I keep my lips and tongue pressed against her. I
want to feel her come against my mouth.

  She comes hard, and I slide a finger in as I continue to go down on her. I feel her tight pussy squeeze my finger, but she’s so gushing wet that it goes right in. Her body reacts to my finger by clenching and squeezing it. Convulsing. I feel intense wetness, and her clit is nearly pulsating against my tongue.

  She pounds the bed with the palms of her hands as the climax hits her hard and fast, and when she’s finally done, her body collapses. All the tension in her body—from the effort of fighting me for so long—finally melts completely away. She’s limp on the bed and panting. Her glorious breasts heave, and I gaze at them with my head resting against her stomach. My finger is still inside her, and I leave it there until the last of the convulsions dissipates.

  When I slide out of her, she twitches, and gasps. “Holy shit, Mason.”

  “Better than doing it by yourself, huh?”

  She laughs. “Better than I could have imagined.”

  I’m still fully clothed with ten hard inches of cock threatening to burst through my pants.

  “You want me to blow you now?” she asks. “If you’re not too big, I bet I can get most of it in my mouth.”

  I laugh, my head shaking against her stomach. “I like the casual suggestion, ‘you want me to blow you now;’ you’re too much.”

  “Fine!” she says, hitting me, “I won’t then!”

  I stand up and take off my shirt. She looks up at me with hunger.

  “Mmm, Mason,” she says. “You’re going to make a good soldier.”

  It hits me right in the heart. I’d nearly forgotten. She must see my reaction, because she leans forward on the bed, then jumps up to my side. She grabs hold of me, and I feel her big breasts press against my hard, six-pack abs. Her hands are warm against my strong back.

  “Sorry,” she says. “I’m...just trying to be supportive. It kind of kills me that you are going.”

  “Eric needs me,” I say.

  It somehow sounds almost selfish. Eric needs me, and what about Sophie? We haven’t known each other long, but that makes how I feel about her all the more incredible. I don’t want to let her go, but I’m going to go to fucking war.

  I run my hand through her hair.

  “Is it wrong,” I say, “that I’m doing this mostly for my brother? I mean, fuck those asshole terrorists for what they did to us, but I was never much for the big picture. What is one more guy like me in uniform with one more fucking gun really going to do to stop more attacks like that? Maybe it makes a difference, but all I can really see is that me as one guy is enough to keep Eric from getting himself killed.”

  “That’s enough,” Sophie says, holding me tighter. “If everyone who was going to war thought that about one other soldier, then everyone would be safe and protected, right?”

  “I guess,” I say. “I don’t really know what I’m doing, Sophie. All I know is I gotta figure my shit out fast, and do the best I can. I want to come home to you in one piece.”

  “You promise?” she asks in a faint whisper.

  I can tell by her tone that she knows I can’t really promise something like that. What if I’m riding in a transport and it gets blown the fuck up? Nothing I can do to stop that. But it’s the thought that counts. The intention. The will.

  “Yeah,” I say. “I fucking promise. I’ll come back to you in one piece.”

  “Okay,” she says. “Good, now let me see your dick.”

  I laugh so hard that she pulls away from me. Her face is burning red. “What?!”

  “It’s just the way you say that…”

  “I want to see it!” she says. “I can kind of see it through your jeans.”

  She looks closer. “Holy shit, Mason, is that real?”

  I throw my belt off and undo the button. I pull down my jeans and boxers, and my cock springs to attention.

  “It’s...not real. No way,” Sophie says, her eyes bulging wide. “I don’t think I can fit that in my mouth. Or even in my…”

  “Get on your back,” I say.

  “But I want to try to blow—”

  “Now,” I order.

  She falls back onto the bed, then scoots up to rest her head on her pillow. She spreads her legs wide and runs a finger along her pussy.

  “It might hurt the first time,” I say.

  “It will be worth it,” she says. “I’m not afraid. Can I touch it first?”

  I straddle her again, and slap my cock down between her breasts. She reaches a hand out and touches it, then strokes it gently.

  “You can be rough with it,” I say. “Just not with my balls. Never rough up a man’s balls.”

  She giggles. “Roger!”

  She squeezes the base of my cock, and I gasp. It feels so fucking good for her tiny hand to finally be wrapped around my thick rod. I normally go so fast with a girl that it just happens and means fucking nothing, but this—with Sophie—is something else.

  “It’s so fucking big,” she says. She squeezes hard, and my eyes roll back into my head. “I can’t even touch my finger to my thumb! Holy crap!”

  “It’ll feel good inside,” I say. “That’s why I had to get you so wet.”

  “That’s the only reason?” she asks.

  “Nah,” I say. “It was also fun as hell to make you cum.”

  She licks her lips and runs her hand up and down my length. Then I see her look at her tits, and her eyes widen. She grabs her breasts and squeezes them against my cock. The big, soft flesh surrounds my cock, swallowing it up.

  “Fuck!” I mutter. “Sophie...I gotta do it now, I want the first time to really count…”

  “So if I keep moving my boobs up and down your dick,” she says, “you’ll cum? Just from that?”

  “Your boobs,” I say, smirking, “are pretty fucking amazing...so yeah.”

  She presses harder, sliding up and down my length faster. “So this feels good?”

  “Yes,” I say, pulling away. “Too good.”

  She grins. “Okay, we’ll do that later then. And I’ll blow you, too.”

  God, if only we had more time. I have to make every moment with her count. And I have to keep my promise to her, to come back to her. She’s worth waiting for. She’s worth coming home for.

  I slap my cock down against her stomach and run two fingers gently along her wetness. “You ready?”

  She nods. “I’ve been ready, Mason.”

  I slide my cock along her soaked lips, and then I position the head to slide in her hole. I look her in the eyes, and she nods.

  I slide myself inside her, just an inch.

  “Ahhh!” She throws her head back, and she reaches a hand up to squeeze her breast.

  Her tight pussy is squeezing the head of my cock, and it’s so fucking warm and wet that I want nothing more than to slide all the way into her.

  “More,” she says, her voice pleading.

  Fuck yes.

  I press further in, and her inner walls grip me hard like a vice. I grunt as I slide in further. I look down as I see myself disappearing within her, then I look up at her face and see her wince.

  I stop.

  She grabs my arm and squeezes. “It feels so good, Mason.”

  “It doesn’t hurt?”

  “It hurts, yeah, but it hurts good, you know?”

  “Sex for guys doesn’t hurt at all, it all feels good,” I say. “Coming out of my mouth, it doesn’t quite sound fair.”

  “No,” she says. “It’s good. This pain is fucking good, I want more.”

  I grab her hips and wrap my fingers around her. Her full ass presses my fingers against the bed, and I plunge deeper inside her.

  “Fuck, Sophie, you’re soaking wet.”

  She answers me with just a yelp. It’s easily the sexiest fucking yelp that’s ever graced my ears, and it sets off something inside of me. It makes me unable to control myself, and my animal instinct takes full control of me as adrenaline floods through my veins.

  I dig my fingers into
the flesh of her ass, and then I pound my cock all the way into her. My balls slap hard against her, and she cries out.

  “That hurt good?” I ask.

  Her moans tell me it does.

  I slide back out, my cock soaked in her thick juices, and then I plow back into her. The force shakes her body, and I watch her big breasts jiggle as my balls hit her once again.

  “God,” she shouts. “It’s so deep!”

  She wraps her legs around me tight, digging her heels into my lower back.

  I start to slide in and out of her with wild abandon and full force. Her bed is old and creaky, and thank God her Dad isn’t home. He likes me, but if he heard what I was doing to his daughter right now, he’d probably change his mind.

  The bed is loud, pounding against the wall, but not as loud as the sound of our skin smacking against each other, or of Sophie’s cries.

  “Mason! Oh, God! Mason!”

  I love hearing her scream my name like that, so I fuck her even harder, never slowing down. I want to make her scream so loud and cum so hard that she can’t even get real words out, and I want to feel that intense orgasm grip my cock for all its worth.

  I fall against her, her legs still wrapped around me. Our sweaty bodies slide against each other, and I bite at her earlobe as I thrust my hips against her like a jackhammer.

  I slide in and out of her for a long time. I get tempted to change positions, to fuck her hard from behind while slapping her ass, but to do that I’d have to stop fucking her. Even the few seconds it would take would be too much, I have to slide in and out of her, just like I am, until I blow my thick load deep inside her. My body has already decided, and my brain is just along for the ride.

  With my face up against her, I can hear all of her moans right in my ear. I want to hear and feel every hot breath as she rises further and further up toward inevitable climax.

  Her breasts press against my chest, and each time I pound in and out, I feel them jiggling against me. I think of all the things I want to do to them, and wonder if I’ll have time before I’m sent to basic training. I need to do everything I can to her, make her feel as good as she deserves to feel, before I’m shipped off and before it’s too late. She has to remember what I can do for her, because it’s all she’ll have until I can come back to her—like I promised.