Begging for Bad Boys

by Willow Winters

  He yanks at my tights with both hands, sliding them down to my ankles as if my nervous stupidity never happened. He tosses them aside and gazes down at my exposed body like a ravenous animal.

  To be honest, I’ve never felt sexier. There’s something about the fire’s heat bleeding onto my skin and the way the torn shirt covers just enough of me. I’m literally throbbing for this man. I want him to take me and do whatever the hell he wants because holy shit — I’m lying on a rug in front of a burning fireplace in a cabin out in the middle of nowhere with a ruggedly handsome stranger. I’m pretty sure I’ve had this fantasy since before I knew what a fantasy was.

  Leo sits back on his knees, his eyes locked on my body as he unbuttons his shirt. He untucks it and slides it off, revealing a layer of dark chest hair along his pecs. It’s shaped to a point on his abs and a line falls all the way down to connect with his trail. I lick my lips, my tongue salivating for his body. I find myself reaching for his belt myself because if the contents of his medicine cabinet are any indication…

  He takes my hand before I touch him and lays it above my head, pinning me to the fluffy rug. He kisses me again, his beard caressing my chin. I spread my thighs and his bulge rubs against my clit. I bite my lip, whimpering softly and he travels downward with a smile on his face.

  I feel the intake of his breath as he smells my clean skin and I say a short prayer of gratitude for having taken that shower. He kisses my thighs, drawing a line from my knees to my slit, teasing me with every soft peck of his lips. I dig my nails into the rug with surging anticipation in my veins. He parts his lips and tastes me, pushing closer to my throbbing core.

  Finally, his tongue taps on my lips. I feel his warm saliva mixing with my wetness and I lose all track of my calm. My hips lurch upward. My mouth sags open. Leo lays his strong hands on my waist to hold me down and pulls me closer, churning my insides and I gasp with greed. His grip tightens on me. Even if I wanted to free myself, I wouldn’t be able to budge from his mighty hands.

  Leo grunts with closed eyes, lapping and sucking at my folds. His intensity rises every moment until he’s drinking me with wicked thirst, devouring and owning me until I turn numb. I lie still with twitching limbs, climbing steadily towards climax and I can’t say a word as moans fall from my lips. He penetrates me with his tongue, reaching deep inside. I run my fingers through his hair and squeeze, urging him to make me come. Make me scream.

  Make me his.

  He focuses on my clit, drawing endless circles around it and it takes me over. I come hard; harder than I ever have and he knows it. He enjoys the look on my face, peeking up at me with sly eyes as he laps the sweetness spilling onto his tongue.

  My sensitive bud screams for a rest and I begrudgingly inch away from him. “Stop, stop…” I breathe, laughing softly.

  Leo pulls back, his lips and beard speckled with moisture. His hands stay on me, making sure I don’t leave his side as he yanks his belt free with one hand. His other scratches up my body to land on my breasts. I sigh, feeling the desire in me coming back for more of him.

  He unzips his jeans and they sag slightly on his waist, exposing the tight skin of his Adonis belt. I catch sight of his bulge in the flickering orange firelight. Thick and hard as a rock. I gulp again.

  He reaches into his briefs and strokes himself. “Are you on the pill?” he asks.

  “No…” I shake my head and point to the hallway. “But there are some condoms in the bathroom.” His brow crooks upward and I slink a little deeper into the rug. “Yeah, I snooped. I’m sorry.”

  Leo pauses. “You snooped through my bathroom?”

  I point a finger. “Hey, you read my diary.”

  “It was your mother’s,” he argues.

  “But you thought it was mine.”

  “Fair enough.” He pushes off the floor and rushes towards into the hallway.

  I fall back against the rug and exhale until my lungs lurch in my chest.

  Oh, god. This is really happening.

  He’s going to fuck me. I’m about to get fucked by a billionaire lumberjack and I’ve never been more turned-on in my life. But don’t I hate this guy? Isn’t he the jerk-off that’s literally ripping out a piece of my life by the roots?

  I wave my hands around to stop them from buzzing. My toes are still curling into the rug beneath me. My sex screams at me to just shut the hell up and let this happen but there’s still a tickle of doubt deep inside of me.

  I rest my hands on my face, feeling the fever heat bleeding from my skin with closed eyes.

  He’s not as much of a jerk-off as I thought he was. There was a moment there — a span of five wonderful minutes — when it was just the two of us and a chessboard. It was great and genuine and fun until we just had to open our mouths and ruin it.

  I have to keep the upper hand. I can still talk him into saving Lover’s Trail. If I can just burrow beneath his skin a little bit more, I’ll get through to him.

  I feel him return to the rug beside me. I sit up and pause as a long, warm tongue laps against my hands. I drop them to find myself face-to-face with his dog.

  “Oh, hi there,” I say, holding her back as she gets too close.

  “Pearl…” Leo snips at her as he walks back in. “Get back.”

  Oh, my…

  He’s naked. Buck naked with rugged muscles and a stiff—

  Yep. Magnum-sized, it is.

  I look away from it and force a chuckle as Leo hooks a finger into the dog’s collar to guide her away from me.

  “She must be bored,” I joke as she wanders to the other side of the room to lie down.

  Leo drops to his knees and leans over me again. “She’s just jealous.”

  He kisses me hard and fast. Within seconds, it’s as if we were never interrupted at all. We ease back into it, caressing each other and aligning our bodies. I look down to his stiff cock, now wrapped in a condom, and my eyes grow a little wider.

  “What?” he asks.

  “Nothing,” I squeak.

  “Don’t worry,” he says, his lips grazing mine. “You’ll take it. I’m not leaving this spot until you come on it.”

  “Oh.” A shiver fires up my spine. “Okay, then…”

  Leo reaches down and adjusts my knees, tilting my hips until his cock presses against my tight entrance. Wetness drips along my slit, begging for him to penetrate me and I bite my lip to keep the moans at bay. He guides the head between my folds, inching deeper inside. I shake beneath him; the mere anticipation driving me towards climax again.

  Then, he pauses. “Hazel…”

  “Yeah?”

  “Open your eyes.”

  I force them open and he smiles down at me, flashing those perfect, white teeth.

  He slides in an inch, stretching me out and my eyes flutter closed again.

  “No…,” he says. “Keep them open.”

  I do as he tells me and he rewards me with another inch of his girth. It presses in, perfectly angled to hit the right spots and my body quivers with pleasure.

  Leo leans forward and towers over me as he grinds me gently with his hips. “This is my favorite part.”

  “What is?” I moan.

  “That first thrust inside,” he says, kissing me once. “Especially when it’s as tight and wet as you are.”

  His warm breath spreads heat across my cheek. My brow breaks out in a cool sweat, ignited by the sheer thrill of his deep voice.

  He thrusts forward until he can’t anymore, filling me completely and I moan into his mouth. Laughter trembles his throat. He pushes up on his arms and fucks me slowly, gazing down at my breasts as they bounce up and down. I look between us and watch as his thick cock disappears inside of me repeatedly, each stroke sending pleasure ripples throughout my entire body.

  I surrender to it, spreading my legs a little wider and raising my hips to take in more of him. His grip slides to my waist, holding me in place as he pounds me even harder into the soft rug. I mewl over the delicious, achi
ng pain, riding the wave of him until I’m ready to come but he halts his thrust before I can.

  Leo takes hold of me and pulls me up with little effort. I feel utterly weightless in his arms as he embraces me against him and guides my legs around his waist. He balances me on his cock, thrusting upward and I dig my nails into his skin. I press my open mouth against his shoulder and scream as I break into splendid pieces in his arms.

  He crushes his lips on mine, forcing his tongue inside and I can’t help but suck on his. I bounce on him, fucking him back. I give into every wild, animal instinct I have, thinking only of the pleasure radiating throughout my entire body while he groans in my ear.

  One last thrust and I climax again. Every muscle bends and twists to his will, throbbing in ecstasy until I can barely breathe and Leo watches me with delight in his eyes.

  He gently lowers us down to the rug, letting his rigid cock slip out of me as we go. I close my eyes, feeling his lips travel from my cheeks to my collarbone. He cups my breasts again and kneads them softly in his big hands while he nibbles my skin.

  I try to rest but I can’t. Not with his lips on my body and his firmness still throbbing hard for me. I open my eyes and push up onto my elbows to watch the shadows dance along his taut body.

  Leo licks from my navel to my neck before locking lips with me again. The kiss lingers as he draws my bottom lip between his teeth and gives it a light suck as he pulls away.

  “Turn around,” he growls, staring into my wide-open eyes.

  Before I can move, his hands are on me. He flips me over and props my knees beneath me, bending me however he wants.

  I don’t fight it. I straighten my arms to hold me upright while he plants himself behind me. His hard cock rests between my thighs, rubbing against me. I close my eyes to focus as that feeling bursts through my loins. He grips my waist and pulls me closer until my rear rests against his lap.

  I hold my breath. I grip the rug. I look to the fire beside us as Leo’s calloused hands dig into my shirt and he slides back inside of me. My pussy clenches tightly around him and he groans with an urgent need as he starts fucking me harder.

  My entire body yields. I forget to breathe or think or feel anything but the radiating pleasure tingling every nerve. Just when I think he can’t go any longer, his stamina pushes him a little further and we moan even louder.

  My arms give out and I lower myself to rest on the rug. Leo doesn’t stop. He adjusts and lies against me, his cock still grinding inside as he rails me against the floor. I feel his warm breath on my back. He brushes a hand through my hair to push it aside and leaves kisses along my neck, sending ripples of pleasure down my spine. He reaches beneath me to cup my breast and draws me against him to send his cock in a little deeper. I sigh in devious contentment, feeling climax take hold of me again as I twitch and moan in his strong arms.

  I feel used, yet so completely desired. No man has ever treated me with this much lust before; like I’m the only woman in a thousand miles but part of me doesn’t care. Nothing else matters in this moment except the pleasure on our tongues and the burning fire between us. I don’t care how I’ll feel in the morning. I don’t care about the guilt or the regret. I just want to satisfy him the way he satisfies me.

  Leo moans in my ear and slows his thrust. His entire body tenses as he comes and slowly pumps until he’s well-spent. He lays a hand on my cheek and draws my face back to kiss me. I part my lips to taste his tongue and he does the same until he’s forced to stop and breathe.

  He falls to his back and wraps me up in the crook of his arm. I lay my head on his shoulder and settle there, unable think further than a few seconds in time.

  Thunder claps again and I flinch at the sudden booming sound above our heads.

  Leo opens his eyes and grins at me. “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” I answer, turning my pink cheeks away.

  He pulls his arm a little tighter around me and I clasp his hand.

  The storm continues outside and the fire crackles beside us, losing brightness with each passing minute. I close my eyes, listening to the noises as they blend together and overwhelm the pulse pounding in my ears. Safe and warm, I drift off and the last thing I feel is Leo’s lips pursing against my forehead.

  Chapter 12

  Leo

  I wake up from a chill.

  I reach for my blanket with my eyes closed, wanting to cover up and block the cold. The last thing I want to do is get up to go throw another log on the fire and—

  My hand touches skin. And not mine.

  I force my eyes open and lift my head to take a look around as memories from last night come rushing back with perfect clarity.

  Hazel.

  She lies on her stomach next to me with her head resting on one arm. My flannel shirt hangs off her shoulder and her ass is half-exposed in the dark. The fire is out. She must be as cold as I am...

  I stand up and reach for the blanket on my chair, pausing to turn the lamp off.

  The power must have come back on. How long have we been out? I glance at the clock. It’s nearly seven in the morning. I have no idea what time I passed out at. Ten? Eleven?

  I return to Hazel and drape the blanket over her. She stirs in her sleep and rolls onto her back, cocooning into the blanket. I freeze in place until she settles back to sleep. Good. I’m not nearly ready for her to wake up and start talking just yet.

  So, that was unexpected...

  I actually had sex with her. I slept with the woman silently protesting my livelihood from my front porch. It was like a switch I couldn’t turn off. Something primal snapped and took over the second our lips touched and I couldn’t stop until it was all over. At least we were smart about it. I can’t imagine how much shit I’d be in if I knocked this one up.

  Speaking of which...

  I grab my jeans and move quietly to my bathroom, carefully sliding the sticky condom off my dick as I go. The morning sun bleeds through the curtains above the bath and I squint to block out the bright rays.

  Christ, I look like hell.

  I look down from the mirror and twist the faucet on. After a long dunk in the cool water, I dry off, clean up, and slip my jeans back on.

  I linger here, avoiding my reflection.

  What the fuck was I thinking?

  I wish I could blame this one on alcohol but I haven’t been wasted enough to do something this unimaginably stupid since college. And Bobby was right. It’s been way too long since anyone but me has handled my wood. Of course a pretty girl throwing herself at me would fuck me up.

  Sure, I wanted to get on her good side, but I didn’t mean for it to go this far. Some flirting here, a quick caress of her cheek there, and she’d back off — but she never did. We just kept inching closer and talking and talking and chess? Really? The first girl I meet who actually got game and it’s this one?!

  Screw you, universe.

  The phone rings and I bolt from the bathroom to the kitchen to answer it before it wakes Hazel up.

  I grab it off the wall, keeping my voice low. “Hello?”

  “Good morning!”

  “Bobby?”

  “The one and only,” he says. “Listen, I’m just calling to let you know that there’s a typo on page two of your speech. It should be ‘a smart’ in the third paragraph. Not ‘an smart.’”

  I pause, glancing at the clock on the microwave. “You called me at seven in the morning on a Saturday to tell me that?”

  “Yeah. I know how much of a perfectionist you can be. I wanted to make sure you knew. Anyway, how are things? Did you get rained-in?”

  I rub the bridge of my nose in annoyance. “Yeah, I think so.”

  “And what about your little house guest?”

  I lower my hand. “So, that’s why you really called.”

  “Is she still there?” I hear his smile through the phone.

  “No,” I say. “I had her picked up before the storm hit.”

  There’s a long, quiet pause. “You ba
nged her, didn’t you?”

  “No,” I say quickly, “I—”

  “Yes, you did! I can hear it in your voice. You cut off a little slice of city girl pie. Admit it.”

  I deflate. “Bye, Bobby.”

  “Wait, Leo—”

  I hang up, slamming the receiver down a bit too hard and I cringe. I poke my head out into the living room, hoping the noise didn’t disturb Hazel but she’s sitting up with open, tired eyes.

  Ah, shit.

  I step back into the kitchen to avoid detection, instinct pushing me towards the back door. I can’t leave her out there. I’m going to have to talk to her eventually. That, or I can spin around and bolt out this door before she ever knows I’m—

  “Hey.”

  Fuck.

  I look up to see her standing in the kitchen doorway, still wearing nothing but that ripped, flannel shirt. Her hair is wavy and tangled, draped carelessly over her right shoulder. Her eyes drift downward to my bare chest but quickly rise again and stay there. She holds the shirt closed with her hands and hugs her arms protectively around her.

  “Hey,” I say back.

  “Who was that?” she asks, eying the phone.

  “My assistant. He was just checking in.”

  “On a Saturday morning?”

  “I run a tight ship.” I clear my throat, quickly running out of things to say and she doesn’t dare crack the silence either.

  Finally, she gives a light smile. “So, this is really fucking awkward.”

  I laugh, happy to feel a little break in the tension. “Yes, it is.”

  “How about...” she taps her toes on the floor, “we both agree not to talk about it until we are both dressed and highly-caffeinated?”

  “That sounds amazing.”

  She chuckles. “Okay, then.”

  I gesture to the counter. “I’ll put on some coffee.”

  “And I will go fix this in the bathroom...” She tugs on her tattered hair and walks backward out of the kitchen.

  Once she’s gone, I let out the breath I was holding and turn to focus on the coffeemaker.

  Dressed and highly-caffeinated. I can deal with that. I can delay that for a while…