Bad Behavior (Bad Behavior Duet Book 1)

by Vivian Wood

  My eyebrows couldn’t raise any higher. I clench the towel around my waist.

  “Hi,” she says shyly, even though she’s fucking half naked in my bed. Her hair is pinned up, and she’s just laying in my bed as though it’s perfectly natural.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I grit out, glancing behind me.

  Emma tilts her head. “Asher’s gone. I thought… you and I could… um… you know…”

  “You thought that since your brother is busy, you’d just come over here and I would fuck you?” I ask flatly.

  She makes a face. “No, not exactly. But also… kind of.”

  I point to the door. “No way. Get out.”

  She looks timid for a moment, before she bites her lip and shakes her head.

  “I don’t think so. I don’t think you really want me to go.”

  “Oh, so you’re an expert now in what I want?” I cock my brow.

  She flushes a deep dusty pink. “I want to be, if you’ll let me.”

  “I think you should leave,” I argue, hitching my towel up. “Seriously, Emma. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

  “I think… I think I do,” she says.

  Her green eyes glint a little in the low light of the bedside lamp. She slowly gets on her knees on the middle of my bed, starting to unhook her bra. I do a double take, glancing behind me at the open door. I close it, in case Ashter comes home.

  “Emma, don’t do—” I start. But then her bra is off, her fucking incredible breasts bare before me. As I stare, openmouthed, her perfect pink nipples pebble while I watch, tightening. I start to feel my cock harden underneath my towel.

  I want to tell her to stop, to put her bra back on… but all I do is take a step toward her, staring in fascination. Her tits are just… amazing. She brings her hands up to her ribcage, teasing herself… and teasing me at the same time.

  God damn. She is so fucking hot, I can’t even stand it.

  “Mmmm,” she says, closing her eyes. “It feels so good.”

  She runs her hands up over both of her tits, her fingers squeezing her pouty pink nipples. I’m frozen in place, unable to make her leave or join her. She opens her eyes a little.

  “If you come closer, I promise to keep my hands to myself…” She bites her lip. “Really.”

  She moves over a little, making room on my bed.

  “I… I can’t. I don’t trust myself,” I admit, my voice gone to gravel.

  Emma looks at me for a second. “Can I tell you something private?”

  My brows lower. “We’re mostly naked, alone in my bedroom. I would hope that whatever you have to say, you could say it to me.”

  She blushes again, lowering her voice. “I… I’ve never… orgasmed before, at least not with anyone else. I want— I want to know what it’s like. I want… I want…”

  She’s so raw, so vulnerable in that moment. How can I resist her, of all people, asking me this, of all things?

  I don’t speak, but I come around the side of the bed. She’s like a moth to a flame, fluttering where I go. She comes to the side of the bed. Even kneeling, she still so fucking tiny compared to me.

  Our eyes meet, both of us staring intensely, trying to take the other’s measure.

  Her lips part. “Please, Jameson…”

  I reach out, my hand shaking a little with the intensity of the moment. I run my fingertips over her delicate collarbone, her gently sloping shoulder. My hand dwarfs her body with ease. She’s so breakable, so easily damaged. It has never been so apparent as it is now, when she’s on her knees before me, her green eyes searching my face.

  I lean down, brushing my lips ever so gently at the corner of her mouth.

  “I can’t promise to be nice,” I whisper. “I can’t say that I will take it easy on you.”

  The excitement that darkens her eyes as I say it… that doesn’t bode well for me. Emma is too easily damaged for me to do all the things I really want to do. I have to remember that.

  “Do it,” she whispers, taking my hand and drawing it upward until it rests around the slim column of her throat. “Please. I’m begging you.”

  Fuck. Is there anything I’ve wanted more than to see a naked Emma on her knees, begging for me to fuck her?

  I tighten my hand for just a second, feeling her breath quicken. Then I turn my head, nipping at her lower lip. Her breath leaves her in a whoosh. I descend on her mouth, moving to kneel on the bed. I kiss her hard, snaking my tongue out to meet hers. Her hands land on my hips, her touch tentative.

  I stop, pull back. “Don’t touch me,” I order. “I’ll do all the touching.”

  She bites her lip, her hands leaving my hips. I bend to kiss her again, my hands coming up to trace the lines of her face, her neck. I shape her tits with my hands, stifling a groan. They are the perfect handfuls, a little small but so fucking perky, the nipples standing out. My mouth waters, I want to taste them so badly.

  I push her backward until she collapses onto the bed, falling onto a huge pile of pillows. She struggles to sit up, but I lean into her a little, holding her down. I feel my towel give way, and I let it come loose. My cock juts out, so fucking hard, but I do my best to ignore it.

  I dip my head lower, pushing one nipple up with a hand, taking the most delicate taste. My lips find her nipple, and the contact makes her groan aloud.

  God, she fucking tastes like honey. I make a noise deep in my throat, sucking in more of her flesh. Both of her hands hit the bed, digging into the comforter as she makes these tiny, breathy sounds.

  “Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she says. It’s music to my fucking ears.

  I release her breast from my mouth with a pop. I know where else I have to taste. I’ve been dreaming of the taste of her pussy for three years. Now’s my fucking chance, and I don’t want to wait any more. I want my tongue to explore her every crevice, to make her squirm, to make her scream…

  “Panties off,” I command. I am done with waiting. “Quick.”

  Emma hurries to hook two fingers in the waistband of her panties. She only now seems to realize that my cock has been freed from my towel, and she looks at me with her eyes gone wide. Maybe she she’s never seen such a big cock before. Regardless, I don’t have time for her to gawk.

  Impatient, I lean over and grab her panties, yanking them down her legs. I toss them aside, my gaze riveted on the thin strip of hair that leads down to her pussy. My cock stands at attention as I reach out to smooth my touch across her stomach and her hipbones.

  I stand up, stroking my cock for a second. I enjoy looking down at her, seeing her blush, seeing her attempts to cover herself with her hands. I want her wild and wanton, her head thrown back as she enjoys herself a little. I want to see her toes curl, I want to be the name that she calls out when she’s about to cum.

  I want it all, and I want to remember it forever.

  So I stifle my impatience and pull her knees to the edge of the bed. “Have you fantasized about this? About me, fucking you until you scream?”

  Emma’s eyes go wide. She looks up at me, her eyes alight with anticipation. “Y-yes..”

  I squeeze her knee. “Dirty girl. I want you to show me exactly what you do when you think of me. Touch your tits, spread those legs. I want to see you play with your clit.”

  She flushes bright red, which I love. “Jameson…”

  “Do what I ask, and I will finish you off with my mouth. I am desperate for a taste of that pussy.” I issue it as a challenge and offer it like a reward, but I know that it’s really me that will be enjoying her reward. I wait with bated breath for her to decide.

  She takes the bait. Closing her eyes, she bites her lower lip and caresses both of her tits, pulling them each to a fine point.

  “Fuck,” I utter. “You’re so fucking hot, Emma. I like the way you play with your tits.”

  My cock demands attention, so I give my cock a gentle stroke, tip to root. I’m so sensitive right now, watching Emma as she tentatively spreads her thigh
s. When she reveals her perfectly pink pussy, already glistening with her juices, I slow my touch even more.

  Normally I would just go as hard as possible, balls to the wall, but I’m almost sure that I’ll spill before she does. I don’t want that.

  As I watch, she spreads her pussy wide with two fingers, exposing her clit to me. I bite my lower lip. She uses her other hand to gently brush the pad of a finger over her clit. Her brow puckers, her eyes closed hard.

  I can’t decide where I should be looking, and my eyes keep bouncing around from her tits back to her pussy.

  “Mmm, it feels good,” she murmurs. “I won’t last very long.”

  That, I think, is my cue. I kneel at the edge of the bed, resting my hands on the insides of her thighs. Her eyes open like a lazy cat’s, so green that they pin me in place for a second. I bend down and brush a kiss on the inside of her knee.

  Her fingers keep working, slowly caressing her clit. I trail my lips up toward her pussy, listening to her soft sighs, pushing her thighs open more and more. Finally I close my lips over her clit, pushing away her hands. She tastes fucking incredible. Just like honey, with a deeper undertone of musk and excitement.

  “Ohhhh god,” she says. “That feels so damn good.”

  I alternate between sucking rhythmically and swirling my tongue around her clit. I draw her legs over my shoulders, and she starts moving against my mouth, hungry for more. She grows vocal all of the sudden, little ohs and mmms pouring out of her mouth, her head thrown back into the pillows.

  This, this moment is exactly what I wanted. My cock aches, more than ready to be inside her. But I ignore it, focusing on Emma, on what she so clearly wants and needs right now. I swirl my tongue, thinking about whether or not to introduce my fingers to the mix.

  It’s too late for that, though. She stiffens, bearing down, and I know she’s going to come even before she says it.

  “Oh god… oh god, I’m going to… FUCK! Jameson!!”

  She comes in pulses, writhing against my tongue. Hearing my name on her lips when she’s at the brink feels good, though of course I am right here… I’m face level with her clenching, needy pussy. I know that I could stand up and plunge inside her, that thrusting all the way in would satisfy the soul-deep ache that Emma causes.

  It would wreck me, probably. Wreck us both, maybe forever.

  I’m very, very tempted. God knows, we both want it enough.

  I continue swirling my tongue gently until she pulls away, too sensitive for any more contact. Then I carefully disentangle myself from her. She reaches for me, and I give her a long, deep kiss.

  One of her hands brushes my cock, hesitant. I close my eyes, picturing what would happen if I allowed her to pull me down, if I let her touch my aching cock. I imagine my release, our shared release, would be so amazing…

  My phone starts to ring though, and I yank myself back. What the hell am I doing?

  “Wait—” she begins to say.

  “I think it would be better if you left,” I say in a strangled voice. “I should… I should go shower.”

  I look around for my towel, growing frantic. What have I done? There’s no way to undo this, not now. I find my towel, and use it to cover my cock.

  “But you just came from the shower!” she says, confused. “Why are you being weird all the sudden?”

  I take several steps back towards the door. I look at Emma, her cheeks dark pink and her hair wild.

  “This was… we can’t do this,” I manage. “We just can’t.”

  That’s all I can say. I rip open my door and throw myself down the hall, until I’m safely behind the bathroom door again.

  Stupid, stupid, stupid! I think. This is really fucked, now. Asher officially has the grounds to never speak to me again.

  I sink onto the bathroom floor, hoping like hell that Emma will just go. I just can’t explain my chaotic thinking to her when I leave this room.

  I lick my lips, the taste of her still on my lips, like a burning brand.

  What have I done?

  13

  Emma

  “Remember, the very foundation of due process is truth…” the professor says. He’s sitting in front of my law school class, talking animatedly about constitutional law. He’s a white guy, probably about sixty five years old, with wild white hair and a rumpled suit. “Anyway, back to your final exam…”

  I sit at my desk, tapping my pen on my open notebook, and suppress a sigh. This is my very last class before my finals, which will take place over the next two days. I should definitely be paying attention to what Dr. Smith is saying…

  Instead, I’m focused on Jameson. This is nothing new, really. I’ve probably never sat through an entire high school, college, or law school class period without at least thinking of him.

  But now there’s new fuel for the bonfire that is my imagination. Memories, fresh from two days ago… and they’re hot, too. Images of us kissing, of the naughty things he made me do, of him feasting on my pussy like it was his only job…

  I’m getting a little wet, sitting here thinking about it.

  Of course, as amazing as it all was, things could’ve ended on a better note. Jameson ended up… what should I say? Not freaking out, exactly. He wasn’t panicking, but he told me very clearly that what we were doing was wrong.

  I know his reasons. He’s too much older than me, my brother will kill him, he’s from the wrong side of the tracks… blah blah blah. I know them, and I still don’t care.

  He’s too late, anyway. Because now I know without a doubt that Jameson wants me almost as bad as I want him…

  And I do want him. I want him in my bed, dominating me. I want him on my tiny kitchen table, halfway standing up, real quick. I want him to take me in the ocean, as slow and steady as the waves.

  I’ve always wanted Jameson. I’ve only wanted him.

  The thing is, now that we both know that there are sparks flying between us, I need a little more from him. I have tried turning up in his bed, half dressed. Now it’s his turn to show me that he wants me…

  And I haven’t the slightest idea how that is going to happen. I think about this weekend with a sigh. They’re hosting a French DJ this weekend at Cure, having him spin all weekend, so I guess I know exactly where Jameson will be.

  Behind the bar of Cure, trying not to look at Asher directly, probably. I sigh aloud, drawing the gaze of a couple other students.

  I realize that the students around me are standing up and gathering their things. Getting up and shoving my textbooks into my satchel, I start to leave the classroom. I’m one of the last people to go, but I stop abruptly near the doorway.

  I blink owlishly at Brad, a well groomed blond guy who’s been in my study group for the whole semester. Brad smiles nervously at me, blocking the door.

  “Hey, Emma,” he says.

  Even though he says my name, I look to my left, wondering for a second if he means to talk to me. Maybe he wants to study or something, but usually those conversations only happen via the class-wide message board. I don’t think we’ve actually ever spoken.

  “Uhhh… yeah?” I say, hugging my satchel closer.

  “I was thinking… I mean, I was wondering if you wanted to celebrate tonight? It being the last day of classes and all.”

  My eyebrows rise. “Err… what?”

  He flushes bright red. “The whole study group was talking before class about going out tonight. You know, to party before we get serious about hitting the books. I wanted to know if you wanted to come with us.”

  I pause, my mouth ajar. I know what he’s asking. Brad is asking me out, but he’s too shy to just come out with it. The devil on my shoulder rubs her hands and cackles with glee, because Brad is so… normal.

  From his Dockers to his perfectly bland beige button up, Jameson would loathe everything about this guy on principal.

  I shouldn’t do it, but I ask: “Where were you thinking? Because I know a place that’s having this French DJ ton
ight…”

  And Brad, poor innocent Brad, just grins. “That sounds great! I mean, you know, I will have to run it by the others…”

  “Uh huh,” I say, digging for a pen and a notebook in my satchel. “Here, this is the name of the bar… shall we say around nine?”

  “Yeah, totally. That sounds really amazing.” Brad is still blushing.

  I narrow my eyes. “You know, my roommate Evie would like you. She’s a total knockout, and she likes guys who are kinda shy. I’ll have to bring her tonight.”

  Brad’s eyes widen. “Umm… okay?”

  “Great. I’ll see you then,” I say with a smile. “That is, if you let me get out.”

  “What? Oh! Yeah, haha.” He steps aside, and I head out the door. “See you tonight!”

  I wave half-heartedly over my shoulder. I know that it’s probably wrong to use Brad like this, knowing that I don’t intend to go home with him… but I still shiver as I think of how Jameson will react, seeing me flaunting myself with another guy.

  My bet is it will drive him insane, seeing what should be his in Brad’s hands.

  There’s only one way to find out, though. I head home, my mind full of plans.

  14

  Emma

  I glance at Evie, who’s completely outdone herself, wearing a dark lace two piece. Her hair is pinned up in an elegant updo, on the miles of coffee-and-cream bare skin that she shows off… she’s nothing short of stunning.

  “Do I look okay?” she asks, checking her dark red lipstick out in a compact she pulls from her purse.

  I grin as we cross the boardwalk by Cure. “You look like a model, bitch. Everyone is going to be staring at you all night.”

  “Speak for yourself, Miss I’m Wearing Half A Minidress. That guy is going to have a freaking stroke when he sees you,” she says.

  “What guy?”

  “The one who asked you to this thing. I don’t think he was ready for you to show up in a black Versace dress that is so tiny, if you even lean over, we’re all gonna know what kind of underpants you prefer.”