Bad Behavior (Bad Behavior Duet Book 1)

by Vivian Wood

  But she surprises me by hopping off the bed and kneeling on the floor, looking up at me with complete trust.

  “Like this?” she asks.

  I get off the bed, taking my cock in my fist. I step closer, and she places a hand on my hip, looking at my dick. “That’s… perfect. Jesus, you’re hot when you’re on your knees like that.”

  Swallowing, I look down at her heart-shaped face. Her pouty lips part as I guide my cock to her mouth. The second I touch my cock to her lips, the sensitive head probing the wet heat of her mouth, I have to close my eyes for a moment.

  My dick twitches, and it takes everything in me not to just bury myself in her hot mouth. I imagine how I would do it. How good it would feel just to put my hand in her hair, to let go and fuck her mouth and throat.

  But no. I open my eyes again, breathing hard. She’s looking up at me, her lips on the ver tip of my dick, her eyes telling me that she trusts me. I have to remember that.

  “Open your mouth a little, and stick out your tongue,” I encourage her, pressing the blunt head against her lips. She does, rolling out the velvety tip of her tongue. It caresses the head of my cock, and sends tiny lightning bolts of electricity down to my feet. My toes curl.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” I whisper. She nudges my hand out of the way, closing her little fist around my cock. I put my hand into her hair as she sinks her mouth down on my dick.

  I wince a little as her teeth get the sensitive spot under the head. “Watch your teeth,” I warn, tightening my grip on her hair.

  She corrects herself, covering her teeth with her lips. She then starts to work her head forward and back, fucking me oh so slowly. I groan as she picks up the pace a little, closing my eyes and leaning my head back.

  Usually when I’m fucking a girl’s pussy or ass, I’m in a position of complete control. I can stop or slow down as often as I want, which helps me keep from blowing my load before I’m ready. Even with throat-fucking, I am in control more than I am now.

  And control is something I desperately need to have, especially now. Especially with Emma. I have to remember that this is only her second time having sex; I can’t scare her off of going down by grabbing her and fucking her throat. And as much as I’d like to cum in her mouth, I know that I can’t. It’s too much.

  “Fuckkkk,” I hiss. Her mouth feels incredible, it’s going to be hard to restrain myself. “Okay, okay. You have to stop, otherwise I’m going to finish in your mouth.”

  I gently grab her face and push her back. She sits back on her heels, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand.

  “You taste good,” she says, her eyes scanning my face. “Did I do it right?”

  “Your mouth is incredible.” I pull her up, and then toss her onto the bed. “I just didn’t want to cum in there, when there are so many other places that call my name.”

  She giggles for a second. I grab her knees and force them apart, leaning down to kiss her tits. Then I go straight for her pussy, spreading it with two fingers, and licking her clit.

  Emma cries out and buries her hands in my hair, her back bowing. I trace figure eights around her clit and dip my tongue into her pussy, loving the scent and taste of her. Just as she gets worked up, her juices flowing, I press her knees up and lick my way around the tiny pucker of her ass.

  “Oooh!” she cries, startled.

  I kiss and lick it for a second, penetrating her ass with the tip of my tongue. Then I break away, kissing her inner thighs, kissing and biting her breasts.

  “I want you to touch yourself again,” I whisper in her ear. “While I’m taking you from behind, I want you to make yourself come.”

  She nods eagerly, and I flip her over. She braces herself on her knees and elbows, showing her pretty pussy and ass to me. I grasp my cock, pressing the head to her entrance.

  I lean in, then I stop for a second. “Fuck, I have to grab a condom.”

  “No, no you don’t,” she says, a little bit breathless. “I mean, assuming you’re clean. I’m on an IUD.”

  I answer her by leaning over to kiss her on the back, right on her spine. She shivers, and I grasp my cock again. I press my cock to her entrance.

  “Touch yourself,” I order. She reaches under her body, and starts to play with her clit.

  I plunge inside her, and hear her gasp. It feels so hot and so tight that I have to go slow, otherwise I’ll come right away.

  “Oh my god,” she gasps. “Jameson, your cock feels so good.”

  I grab her hips and use them as leverage while I fuck her, working my cock in and out of her pussy. She begins to tighten her pussy even more as she plays with her clit. I focus, closing my eyes, and try to hit her g-spot every time I thrust.

  Finally she bursts, coming with a shout. I speed up as soon as I feel her begin to spasm, letting myself pound into her like a jackhammer. She cries out my name, which has never sounded better.

  I feel my cock start to twitch and pulse as I drive home again and again. I feel like I’m coming like a fucking fountain, her pussy milking my cock for everything it’s worth.

  “Fuck!” I shout. “God damn, Emma.”

  I catch myself before I slump face first into her back, diverting my weight to fall beside her instead. She doesn’t move, she lies on her stomach, facing away from me, her breathing ragged.

  I struggle for breath too, but I also feel an overwhelming need to kiss her. I turn her over to face me with one hand, and cup her cheek.

  “You okay?” I ask, scanning her face.

  She gives me a lazy smile. “More than okay.”

  I kiss her on the lips, slow and steady. When I pull back, she looks at me with a crooked grin.

  “Do you think our food has gotten cold?” she says with a giggle.

  “Yep.” I pull her close. “Guess we’ll have to think of some other way to satisfy ourselves.”

  She laughs, and I grin. I’m not entirely joking, but I think she knows that.

  Or at least she will in a few minutes…

  19

  Emma

  2007

  “Look what I’ve got!” my friend Karen exclaims, holding up her wrist. She’s showing off a new gold bracelet, which totally goes with her white party dress. She’s way overdressed for the arcade, but I don’t say that. “Isn’t it just amazing?”

  “It’s really pretty,” I say, pushing myself further back into the car’s back seat. I’m wearing jeans and a top that’s printed with a giant butterfly, and I’ve got my hair twisted up in a bunch of teeny butterfly clips.

  Karen looks satisfied with my answer, pursing her lips and nodding. I look at Donovan, our chauffeur, but he is silent as usual. Karen and I are on our way to Asher’s 22nd birthday party, or at least the arcade part of the day.

  I overheard Asher talking to his girlfriend about the rager they’re going to throw later in the day. But Karen and I are thirteen, just old enough to have started liking boys and having opinions about clothes.

  In other words, we are so not invited to the more adult festivities.

  “Do you think Asher will like it?” Karen asks, fingering her bracelet. I can tell she isn’t really asking for my opinion, especially because she immediately follows her question with a statement. “If your brother will just look at me, I swear to god, I’ll like… die.”

  I roll my eyes. Karen might have the world’s biggest crush on Asher, but I’m still running a little behind in the crush department. Whatever the magic is that is supposed to make me wide eyed and dumb around boys, it hasn’t affected me just yet.

  “We are here, Miss Emma,” Donovan says, pulling the car to a stop. I peer out the window and find the a plain brick building, its facade a little run down. In fact, aside from the sign that declares ARCADE, you could just go by without knowing what’s inside.

  I squint out the window. Karen is faster than me, opening the door and hopping out.

  “Will you need an escort inside?” Donovan asks.

  I smile and shake my head. �
�No thanks.”

  “You have your cell phone?” he asks.

  I pat my back pocket. “Got it.”

  “I’ll be around the corner, waiting.” Donovan smiles at me a little.

  “Okay.” I start to scoot out of the car, hurrying to join Karen as she pulls open the arcade’s door.

  I’m immediately engulfed in the sights and sounds of the arcade as soon as I step inside. Screens flash, lights strobe. Everywhere around us there are ding ding dings and disembodied voices saying that I could win!

  On top of all that, there are what appears to be a zillion kids, running and climbing all over everything. Karen grabs my arm hard.

  “Omigod, where should we go first?” she asks, wide eyed.

  “Mmm...” I say, considering. But then Karen digs her fingernails into my skin and squeals.

  “Over there!” she says, pointing. I look, and find my brother Asher playing air hockey, bending over every time he hits the puck. I can only see about half of the table, because there’s a huge Jeopardy game in my way.

  Karen drags me toward Asher. I roll my eyes as we get closer.

  “You say hi, and then you introduce me,” she orders, pushing me forward.

  “Ahh!” Asher exclaims as we approach, raising his hands in defeat. “Good game, man.”

  I don’t recognize the dark haired young man that he is playing with, but he comes closer. I look at his height and his dark eyes for a second. I’m suddenly warm all over and a little short of breath, but I don’t know why.

  Asher sees me and steps in my line of sight, eclipsing the guy I’m staring at.

  “Emma!” he says, coming over to hug me. He wraps his arms around me, surprising me with a genuine hug. “Glad you made it. I had to practically beg our parents to allow you to come.”

  “Hey, Ash,” I say, pulling back to look up at him. “Happy birthday. And… thanks for talking to them about it.”

  “No problem,” he says, ruffling my hair a little.

  “Hey!” I say, scrunching my face and putting up a hand to fight him off.

  “A-hem?” Karen reminds me impatiently.

  Ash releases me, and I wave a hand at Karen. “This is my friend Karen.”

  Ash just nods to her. “Hey.”

  I peer around Ash. “Who is your friend?”

  The dark haired guy looks at me quizzically. Ash shakes his head. “You know Jameson, Emma. He’s only been my best friend for over ten years.”

  I squint at Jameson. “I do?”

  Jameson comes to stand by Asher, his eyes crinkling with humor. “I’ve been around for a while. You were probably too little to remember a lot of it, though.”

  I stare at Jameson, feeling a funny tickle in my stomach, like butterflies. “Oh.”

  All across the building, an announcement comes over the tinny speakers. “Anyone that wants to play laser tag, please come to the laser tag arena now. Thank you.”

  “Yessss,” Asher says, pointing his finger in Jameson’s face. “Now’s my chance to get you back for earlier.”

  Jameson rolls his eyes. “Yeah, because playing for the third time will really help you beat me.”

  “I’m expecting you to be tired,” Asher jokes.

  Karen practically stomps on my foot. “We want to play!”

  “Ow!” I say, rubbing my foot. Karen shoots me a death glare. “I mean… yeah. Can we?”

  Asher chuckles. “Yeah, sure. Come on.”

  Karen scuttles ahead, eager to catch up with Asher. I notice that Jameson drops back a little, and I match his slower pace. I surreptitiously glance at him through the corner of my eye. He’s really quite tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. He’s got very distinguished features, his cheekbones and jawline honed steel.

  I notice for the first time that he has a certain heft to his build, a muscular sort of look to him that makes him seem sleek yet strong. I blush when I realize that this is what my mother’s secret stash of romances refer to as his muscular build.

  It suddenly hits me in the face that all the well-thumbed descriptions of the heroes in my mother’s books… they all suddenly make sense, looking at him.

  “Wanna do it together?” he asks, glancing at me.

  I turn eight shades of red. “W-what?”

  “Do you want to be on the same team?” He says the words very slowly, like I might be a little dumb or something.

  “Oh! Uh… yes?” I say.

  “Great.” He moves closer, swinging his arm around my shoulders. I almost faint the second his arm makes contact with my shoulders. “We should probably talk strategy…”

  He smells so freaking good, I can’t even stand it. It makes my whole body tingly. I look up at him, openmouthed, as he starts talking about laser tag.

  That is the moment that I know for sure that I am feeling my very first crush.

  20

  Jameson

  I wake up with the sun already in my face and Emma asleep on my arm. I feel bad even considering waking her up. After all, we were up until the early hours of the morning, fucking like a couple of teenagers. If I’m honest, it’s what we’ve been doing for a week straight. It’s starting to be kind of addictive, knowing I have a naked, writhing Emma waiting for me when I get off of work.

  Still I have to wake her at some point. Today is Staff Appreciation Day at Cure, which basically means that the store is closed. Asher and I have been planning for months to take everybody to the beach for the day.

  I haven’t spoken more than a handful of words with Asher in the last week, but I assume that is still the plan. I withdraw my arm from Emma’s embrace as stealthily as possible, but her lashes flutter.

  “Hmmm?” she murmurs, still mostly asleep.

  I get up and find my phone, checking it for messages from Asher. Sure enough, there is a text from him, going to the whole Cure crew.

  Redemption Beach, 11 am. Just bring yourselves and your towels. I’ll bring the food, Jameson will bring the booze.

  There’s no other contact, though. I check the recipients list, and find that Emma has been included. That saves me from an awkward conversation about what I’m doing today, I guess.

  I head down to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I get back, Emma is awake and sitting up. She is naked except for the blanket that she clutches to her chest. I see multiple tiny bruises on her neck and shoulders, which I’m ashamed to say are definitely from me.

  “Hey,” I say, going into my bedroom and closing the door behind me.

  She looks up from her phone with a sleepy smile. “Hi.”

  “So today is staff appreciation day,” I say, coming around the bed to stand over her. I reach out for the blanket, and tug it down. She lets me do it, and I’m treated to a glimpse of her dusky pink nipple.

  “Yeah, I got the text,” she says. She closes her eyes briefly, biting her lip when I shape her breast. When I pinch her nipple, she opens her gorgeous green eyes, surveying me. “It’s already ten. You’d better hurry if you’re going to actually bring drinks.”

  I bend down and circle her pouty nipple with the tip of my tongue. She makes a mmmm sound, her hand trailing to my hair, exploring it lazily.

  Then she opens her eyes, groaning as she pushes my head away. “I’m serious. You have stuff to do.”

  I overpower her, kissing her lips for a second. Then I straighten back up. “You’re no fun at all.”

  “You are going to be really bummed when I make you study for the GED later tonight.” She scoots off the bed and starts gathering her clothes. “I need to go home and shower and stuff before I head to the beach.”

  I look at her naked ass as she pulls on panties. “Uh huh.”

  She sees me looking, rolls her eyes, and throws a shirt at me. “What, you didn’t get enough last night?”

  I catch her around the waist, cupping her chin and kissing her again. “Enough of you? I honestly don’t think that there is such a thing as enough.”

  She smiles at me, but there is something a lit
tle sad in her eyes. “Good to know that you feel that way.”

  She pushes away from me, and I let her go. As she hurries to pull on a t-shirt and shorts, I’m a little baffled as to what could be the problem.

  “Hey, hey,” I say, pulling her into my arms again. “You’re going to have to tell me what you’re upset about. I’m not a mind reader.”

  She wrinkles her nose. “We’ll talk later. You’re going to be super late.”

  Emma pushes me away again, and this time I let her go. She opens the door and disappears, leaving me to wonder what the fuck she’s so upset about.

  I hurry through getting dressed and gathering sun block, then get in the Jeep. After a quick stop at Cure to pick up all the essential items for drinking, I rush to Redemption Beach.

  I pull into the parking lot at 11:05, just in time to see Emma and Asher disappearing down the narrow path that leads to the beach. They are carrying a ton of stuff. I honk at them as I drive by, and they both turn their heads at the same time.

  When they quickly look forward again, I’m struck by how alike they look. For a minute there, I was so busy fucking Emma that I almost managed to forget that she is very much like Asher in looks.

  I get out of my Jeep just as Gunnar pulls his bright blue Ford Mustang into the parking lot. Gunnar jumps out of his car and hustles over to help me with the several cases of booze, case of bottled water, and cooler full of ice that I drag out of the Jeep.

  “Hey, stranger,” Gunnar says, picking up a stack of liquor boxes and a case of water.

  “Hey?” I reply, unsure what that is supposed to mean.

  “I haven’t seen you around much outside of work,” he says.

  I lift my backpack, then pick up the cooler, balancing another liquor box on top. I start toward the beach. “I guess I’ve been busy.”

  Gunnar follows. “With what? Or, judging by the mean-looking hickeys on your neck, with who?”

  I shoot him a look. He grins, and I shake my head. “Have I ever been the type to kiss and tell?”