Bad Boy Best Friend

by Hope Ford

  She’s standing next to my bike and I help her with the helmet. “So do you want me to take you home?”

  Shyly, she asks me, “My parents’ house or your house?”

  Somehow I manage not to pull her in my arms, because I know as soon as I do, all options are off the table. “I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

  She pulls her shoulders back and looks me straight in the eye. “I want to go home…with you.”

  I stop breathing. My heart literally stops. All I can do is nod at her and get onto my bike. She gets on behind me and I don’t have to tell her to hold on because her arms go instantly around me. I start the bike and pull out onto the road toward my house. Wanting to touch her, I hold my hand over her joined ones on my stomach.

  The ride goes by in a flash and neither one of us says a word as we walk up my sidewalk and into my house.

  I’m about to offer her something to drink when she reaches for me. I recognize that fever in her eyes, it’s in mine too, urgent and demanding. I try to go slowly with her, but as soon as her body is pressed against mine, I lose all sense of reality.

  I walk with her to the bedroom, and never once do my lips leave hers. It’s like this feeling has been buried deep inside me forever, and now that it’s free there’s no containing it.

  I force myself to take a breath. I am so hard for her I know that I can get off in a second flat. But I don’t want that. She’s Laney… and she deserves more.

  I kiss her and put everything I have into that kiss, telling her everything I need to say, things I don’t think she’s ready to hear, but hopefully she can feel them.

  I take my time, pulling her shirt over her head, her shoes off and then her shorts. She’s standing in front of me, her large breasts covered in a pink bra and her most private part in matching panties. I’m stunned by how beautiful she is. She’s gorgeous with clothes on, but naked, she’s like every dream I’ve ever had being fulfilled. My eyes focus on hers while I undo her bra and then she slips out of her panties. She’s staring back at me and even though she’s not ready to admit it, I can see how she feels about me as she’s looking back at me. It’s okay, gorgeous, take all the time you need 'cause I’m not going anywhere.

  When I finally look down at her full breasts with hard tips, her soft belly and then the small patch of red hair at the v of her thighs, my whole body jolts. I can feel it deep in my chest and my cock expands down my pant leg.

  I fall to my knees in front of her. The scent of her arousal surrounds me, and I lick my lips in anticipation. I lift one leg and hold it over my shoulder, her pussy right in my face. Unable to stop myself, I lean forward and kiss her gently on her mound. Her hips buck, but I reach up to hold her steady.

  I lick her then, tongue along her creamy slit, and as soon as her taste hits me, I dive further in, until I’m buried in her softness and her hips are bucking into my face. Her body is writhing over me, but I don’t let up, I can’t. I tease her, taste her, please her until she’s shaking uncontrollably. Her fingers are pulling at my hair, but I don’t feel the pain, all I feel is pleasure. When she comes, it’s violent and shakes her whole body as she spasms all around me.

  I release her leg and kiss up her body, touching every part of her until I’m standing up in front of her again. She looks as if she may fall down, her legs are so wobbly.

  I help her to the bed and push her backward, but she lifts up on her elbows. “What about you?”

  I shake my head, because I know I’m not going to last one second with her lips wrapped around me and I tell her so. “When I come, I want to be deep inside you.”

  She trembles and her eyes spark at my words. She’s nodding her head and watches as I take off all my clothes. When I stand up from taking off my pants, she bursts out, “Oh fuck!”

  My eyes jerk up to hers, but she’s looking down at my hard cock. She gets up on her knees, wanting to get closer. She reaches out for me and as soon as her hand wraps around my girth, my hips jerk. “Austin, I mean, I’ve always wondered, but oh my God, you’re big.”

  If it was anyone else, I would just shake the words off, but not from her. I cover her hand with mine and use them to stroke me once… and then again. My voice is deep and ragged. “So you’ve thought about this?”

  Her eyes flare at what she just admitted, but she doesn’t back down. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it, but trust me, I never imagined that.”

  She takes her finger and swipes a bead of cum off my tip before pulling it to her mouth to taste me. I almost come on the spot.

  I put my hands around her waist and push her backward, lying down beside her. My hands trail up and down her naked body, wanting to touch her everywhere. “I want to be inside you… raw.”

  “I’m clean… Keith always…”

  But I stop her. “I don’t want to hear his name on your lips. I trust you. And you need to know that I would never put you in danger. You’ll be my first without anything.”

  She slaps me on the chest and rolls her eyes at me. I’m glad she’s being herself, that we’re being us. “I trust you, Austin. You know I do.”

  My hand slides down between her legs and she’s so wet. My cock hurts I want in there so bad. “I don’t trust myself to pull out,” I confess to her and the image of her round with our baby almost has me spurting my seed across the bed.

  She pulls me on top of her, spreading her legs until I’m positioned between them. “I’m on the pill.”

  I nod my head, trying to hide my disappointment. One step at a time, Austin. You have all the time in the world to convince her she’s yours.

  I want to go slow. I want to savor this, but it’s like my cock has a mind of its own. I push into her gently at first, until she’s lifting her hips up and urging me on. Her pussy vibrating around my cock, snug and tight, I move in and out of her.

  And my eyes don’t leave her face. When she seems to like something, I do it more. My hips piston in and out of her and I want to hold off, but she feels so good. I reach down to kiss her, to reassure her, but when our mouths collide and her tongue probes between my lips, I lose all control. Her warmth, her body, God just her, sucks me in and all I can do is push in and out of her, bringing us both to the edge. I pull out of her and plunge back in, trying to hold off, but I can’t. She’s too hot, too wet, just too much. She’s whimpering, begging me to give her mercy, to let her come, and I angle my hips, stroking her along her g spot and until she shatters underneath me, screaming my name as I pound into her, filling her with my seed. Making love to Laney is wild, hot, and earthshattering.

  Laney

  He falls down beside me, both of us spent, our bodies sore and breath still ragged. For one second, I wonder if we’ve fucked up, if we just did something that is going to alter our friendship, and we’ll never be the same.

  But when he reaches for me, pulling my naked body against his, kissing my lips, my neck, my forehead, I have a little peace knowing that it’s going to be okay.

  He tangles his arms and legs with mine, pulling me halfway onto his body. “I’m too big,” I mutter against his hot skin.

  I can feel the rumble of his chest under my cheek. His hands slide down my back and he cups my ass, holding me where I’m at. “You’re joking, right? Fuck, Laney, you’re perfect.”

  And I can hear it in his voice. He means it. He really thinks I’m perfect. At least right now he does.

  I lift my head and put my chin on his chest to look up at him. Already, I can feel his cock hardening against my hip, and I smile up at him. “This friends with benefits thing may have been the best idea we’ve ever had.”

  Something crosses his face, hurt, insecurity, I’m not sure, it was so fast, but then he smiles at me, pulling me up his body. His lips melt into mine, and by the time I pull away, I’m breathing hard and wanting more. I slide my hand down his body and wrap it around his erection. “Again?” I ask him.

  He pushes me onto my back, holding my hands above my head. He looks me in the eye. “O
nce is definitely not enough.” A flare of hope builds in my chest, but I tamp it down.

  To hide my emotion from his prying eyes, I lean up and nibble on his earlobe. “I agree.”

  And then he takes me again, over and over, until I realize that no matter how many times we make love, it’s not going to be enough.

  16

  Laney

  Sex has never been so good.

  I tell myself that it’s because I’ve never been with someone with so much experience.

  We’ve been having a friends with benefits relationship for two weeks and I keep waiting for the urges I have to jump on Austin at every turn to go away, but if anything, they keep getting harder to resist. The calls I’ve been ignoring from my ex-fiancé are serving as an excellent reminder to me that what I’m feeling for Austin isn’t going to last. But apparently it’s going to take more than two weeks.

  I’m leaving Austin’s office where he’s on the phone with a client and decide it’ll be fun to tease him. I drop the papers I’m holding and when I bend over to pick them up, I hike up my skirt so he’ll be sure to see the new thong I bought.

  “I’ll have to call you right back,” Austin says before slamming down the phone. Somehow he catches up to me in time to shut the office door before I can escape. The blinds are already closed; they have been since our first kiss in that office. He locks the door and then pulls my skirt up.

  His hand caresses my backside, his fingers brushing between my legs.

  “Austin, you’re not calling in benefits right now, are you?”

  He slips his hand under my thong and begins to tease me, cupping my breast with his other hand. His voice is gravely in my ear. “I’m going to give you some benefits all right. I just hope you don’t blush too red after I have you screaming my name for the whole shop to hear.”

  Gasping, I cover my mouth with my hand, already too lost in his touch to pull away.

  His hands are controlling, and I know I don’t have to say a word, he’ll get me off with no worry about his own pleasure. Every time I’ve tried to please him, he’s stopped me. Well, not today. Today he’s getting his.

  I push him until he’s walking backward, and he lands with a thud into his chair. I drop between his legs and already he’s trying to pull me up. “No, Laney, the floor is dirty.”

  But I resist, staying where I’m at and tugging at the button and zipper of his jeans and freeing his hard cock into my hands. I look into his eyes, and with a smirk, I tell him, “I like it dirty” before wrapping my mouth around his hard girth.

  His head falls backward and he moans, a guttural sound that is bouncing off the walls. I pull off him just enough to say, “Now who’s going to be screaming whose name?” before I latch on to him again and start bouncing up and down.

  I take him in until he’s sliding down the back of my throat, and I swallow, wanting to please him. His girth expands in my mouth and I release him. In and out I take him. He growls in pleasure before he pulls my hair, lifting my mouth off of him. “The desk,” he groans. He reaches between my thighs and I’m dripping wet for him. He pulls me up, turns me around, and pushes between my shoulders until I’m leaning over his desk. He lifts my skirt, grabbing the material of my thong and rips it in two, his fingers plunging into my hot, molten sex. Grabbing on to my hair, he leans over me, his cock sliding along my pussy lips but not entering me. He moves back and forth, whispering in my ear, “You know how many times I’ve imagined taking you on my desk? How many times I’ve thought just of this?” But he doesn’t wait for an answer, thank goodness, because I can’t even form any words right now. Finally, fucking finally, he enters me, fast and hard. With each thrust he says the words. “Too. Many. Fucking. Times.” He pounds into me and I’m fighting back my orgasm, wanting this to last, never wanting it to stop. But it’s too much. He’s too much. “Yes! Austin, please don’t stop,” I beg.

  And he gives me his all, until I’m panting for it, my body jerking, and I’m milking him. His release is hot and violent, shaking me to the core.

  Austin

  I can barely concentrate on work the rest of the day. All my thoughts are of Laney. She has fucking wrecked me. She may think this is friends with benefits, but it’s so much more. I just have to convince her of it.

  Right before closing time, I get a call from Jerry, who tells me that Keith is in town looking for Laney, and he’s on his way to the shop. I’m surprised that he called me, but then again, Jerry is a smart man. He can see what is between his daughter and me. No doubt he knows that I wouldn’t let Keith hurt her in any way.

  I go to the front office and pull Laney into my arms. She’s still blushing from our escapade in the office earlier and when I bend to hold her in my arms, I’m pleased to know that she smells of me. Knowing that my scent is on her makes my possessive streak come out full force.

  I kiss her long and deep. I want her to have it fresh in her mind that she doesn’t need Keith and that she can do better. She deserves better.

  “I’m here for you, don’t forget that,” I say to her when I end the kiss.

  17

  Laney

  I have got to stop kissing him like this. Every time I fall deeper for him and he’s never going to want to settle down. It’s just not in him.

  As he pulls back and tells me that he is here for me, I’m not sure what to think. Is he so close to me that he can tell what I’m thinking? Or is this his way of letting me know that our friends with benefits relationship is coming to an end?

  Pain and fear crash through me at the possibility of losing him.

  I don’t want him to see me panicking, so I turn away from him and outside I see someone parking their car.

  Don’t they see the closed sign?

  Then when a man gets out I pause, recognizing something about him though I can only see his silhouette.

  When he cups his hand and peers into the shop through the glass I can see clearly that it’s Keith.

  How did he know where to find me?

  I open the door and let him inside as it sinks in that my dad must have told him where I would be.

  “You haven’t been returning my calls,” Keith says.

  “Our life together is over. I have no reason to call you, do I?”

  Keith looks past me, and I feel Austin’s presence and his support when he puts his hand at the small of my back.

  Keith takes a step toward me and I feel Austin stiffen at my back. Keith looks over my head, and whatever look Austin is giving him stops him in his tracks, but he continues, “I’m sorry about how things ended. I told you then that I would give you time because I was going to do whatever I had to do to win you back. I’m here to do just that.”

  I almost laugh, but catch myself. “You can’t. You made your choice when you had sex with your massage therapist in our bed.”

  Keith reaches for me and I stiffen up, knowing that once he’s got a hold of me he’ll do that thing he does where he commands me and tries to bend me to his will. And even though I’m stronger now, I can’t help but feel even stronger when Austin puts his arm out, blocking Keith from putting his arm around me. Austin’s voice is deep and demanding in my ear. “If Laney wants you to touch her, she’ll let you know. Until then, keep your hands to yourself.”

  Keith is frustrated, but we all know he’s not going to go against Austin. He’s always been intimidated by him. But he still doesn’t give up. He pleads with me. “It was a mistake. You were pulling away. You admitted that to me before you left. You gave up on us before we were over and it drove me to do what I did.”

  I start to nod, but then catch myself. “We were having problems, but I didn’t go sleep with someone else. You made your choice.”

  “This isn’t you—” Keith starts to say, reaching for my hand this time.

  “No,” I say, feeling stronger with Austin behind me. “You never knew me. You controlled me. You told me what to be, and who to see. You never loved me, and I lied to myself telling myself that
I was in love with you. I didn’t want to make a mistake and marry someone who wouldn’t want to settle down. You fooled me there. I thought you’d be loyal and safe.”

  “I am.”

  “No. No you’re not. Listen to me, Keith. There is no chance for you to win me back. I don’t want anything from you, but most of all I don’t want you, Keith.”

  He takes a step back, looking at me like I’m someone else, a stranger, someone he really doesn’t know.

  He puts his hands on his hips. “I don’t know why you’re acting like this, but if I leave now, I’m not coming back. I won’t forgive you for treating me like this.”

  Thank God, I think to myself. I just want this over. “I understand. Goodbye forever, Keith.”

  He stands there open-mouthed and doesn’t even seem to notice when Austin moves around me and opens the door for him. “She said goodbye. It’s time for you to leave. Go. If you come back you’ll get thrown out of town in such a way that you won’t forget not to come back. Hopefully, you’re smart enough to get it this time.”

  Keith glares at Austin but is too scared of him to dare to say anything as he walks out.

  I watch him get in his car and peel out as he leaves, and finally I feel like I’m really and truly free of him and all of the helplessness he made me feel.

  Austin

  It’s never been so hard not to beat another man to a bloody pulp before. The whole time Keith was in my shop I wanted to kick his ass, but I know that Laney needed to be the one to deal with him.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, trying to be sensitive to the way she may be feeling when all I want to do is sweep her up in my arms and tell her what a badass she is.

  “I’m fine. I’m good, really,” she says as she turns to face me. “But I’ve got to finish what I started. I ended things with Keith because he wasn’t the right man for me and because he wasn’t going to give me what I want, what I need.”