Begging for Bad Boys

by Willow Winters

  "Jessie. Look at me," he demanded.

  I realized I'd squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation. I met his gaze, burning with intensity.

  "You remember what I said?"

  I stared at him dumbly. My brain could barely put two sentences together, let alone remember any conversation we might have had. He bent down putting his cheek to mine.

  "I told you." He bit down on my ear. "I'm not going to fuck you until you ask me."

  I whined in the back of my throat, unable to use words. I rotated my hips, trying to bring him closer to me.

  "No. None of that." Exploring hands ran up my legs to my hips, pinning me to the bed. "Tell me you want my cock."

  His words sent another flood of wetness to my very core. "Please." I let out a shuddering breath. "Gael..."

  "I want to hear it, Jessie." His eyes flashed, dark and narrowed.

  "I—"

  "Yes?"

  The head of his cock was right at my entrance, not quite sinking in. I was aching, the throbbing inside me almost painful in my need. I surrendered with a moan.

  "Fuck me! Gael, do it right the fuck now or—"

  He thrust into me. I let out a choked gasp as he filled me, spearing me open. I felt my inner walls part around him, stretching me almost to the limit. He was so goddamn big. I gasped for breath as I struggled to take him into me.

  "Shit," he cursed. "You're so fucking wet. So fucking tight. Been dying to fuck this sweet cunt of yours."

  Despite his words, he held himself still, letting me get used to his size. My insides fluttered around him, clenching and pulsing. The pleasure almost bordered on pain, but it was so good, an exquisite sort of agony. I moaned and bucked my hips. I needed him to fucking move.

  "Don't worry sweetness," Gael murmured in my ear. His voice was strained. "I'm gonna give you what you need."

  He pulled out until his cockhead was nestled between my folds. I clawed my nails into his back, urging him on. He thrust again, impaling me once more on his cock. The burn of it, the raw feeling of being filled this way, was almost too much to take.

  He continued pulling out and pushing in, his cock beating a path inside me as I gripped him, muscles spasming around him. It felt like he was burrowing himself into every part of me, every secret spot. He filled places inside me I hadn't even known were empty.

  "You like this, sweetness?"

  I let out a whimpering sound of affirmation. He tugged my head back, exposing my throat. He bit down on my neck, leaving a stinging bruise.

  "I asked you a question, sweetness," he murmured against my skin. "Do you like being impaled on my cock?"

  "Y-yes," I hissed.

  He increased the pace, snapping his hips forward. I clung to him as our bodies rocked together. I could barely breathe. I gasped for air, my lungs constricted from the sheer thrill of being fucked this way.

  "You want more?"

  How could there possibly be more? He was already fucking into the mattress, fucking me wide open, filling me to the brim.

  "Yes," I moaned. "Give me more."

  "Gonna give you everything you need," he growled. "Gonna make you take me all the way in."

  I couldn't help but let out sharp moans with every push and pull. Whenever his cock left my body I mourned its loss, and every time he thrust in I reveled in it, pleasure surging through me.

  "You're doing so good, sweetness. I've got almost my entire cock inside you. How does that feel?"

  I swallowed hard. "Amazing."

  "Yeah? You like taking my cock deep?"

  I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded, burying my face in his chest. He didn't make me say the words the time, content to continue sliding in and out, relentless and wild. He spread me wider every thrust, making me take him again and again.

  "That's it, sweetness. You've done it. You've taken my whole cock inside that sweet cunt of yours."

  He was so fucking big, I had no idea how I was taking his entire cock into my body.

  "Harder," I choked out.

  His eyes flashed with heat, almost wide-eyed and wild. He spread my thighs wide and slammed back inside me, making me take it again and again.

  I panted and shook, my hips undulating to meet the almost brutal fucking. I'd never had someone fuck me with such intensity before. I should have known someone like Gael, someone who showed so much passion on stage, would also show as much passion in the bedroom.

  I was getting closer and closer. From the strained look on his face and the pulsing and flexing of his cock, I could tell he was too. I reached down to play with myself. He batted my hand away, gripping my wrist and pinning it above my head.

  "No," he growled. "If you come, it's going to be because of my hands and my cock."

  My insides quivered as I nodded, acquiescing.

  "Please," I pleaded, my breath hitching.

  He pressed a thumb down on my clit. I shrieked as he rubbed in circles, my back arched off the bed as he played with me, wringing pleasure from every nerve in my body. He kept up the steady rhythm, his fingers on my clit, his cock in my cunt, until I was at the edge, so close to falling into the abyss, and then—

  My eyes rolled up in the back of my head as I came, pleasure exploding over me, vibrating through every limb, every bone. He fucked me through it, extending my orgasm, hitting me with wave after wave of ecstasy.

  He growled in my ear, deep and low in his chest. I felt his cock pulse, once, twice, three times, and I knew he'd just come inside me. His every muscle tensed as he cursed out loud, gasping my name like a prayer.

  I finally began to come down from the high. My limbs shook with aftershocks. I clung to him as best I could, wrapping my arms around his chest and my legs around his hips. I didn't want to let him go. I wanted him to stay inside me for as long as possible.

  Breathing heavily, he laid himself down on top of me, using his arms to keep from crushing me. He took my hands in his, clasping them tight as he pressed them into the mattress above my head, trapping me. He kissed me then, hot and wet, his tongue battling with mine, almost as forceful as the fucking he'd just given me.

  When we finally parted to gasp for air, he laid his head on my heaving chest. He trailed his hands down my sides until he reached my thighs. He squeezed lightly.

  "You okay?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

  I clung to him tighter with my arms and legs. "I'm fantastic."

  He seemed to let out a small sigh of relief. "I worried I was too rough with you."

  "No. It was..." It was everything I hadn't known I'd wanted. "I think you succeeded in corrupting me."

  He gave a dark chuckle. "This? This was nothing." He bit down lightly on my shoulder. "If you knew half the things I want to do to you..."

  I shivered, just trying to imagine it. Would I get a chance to find out? Or was this a one time thing? Despite the afterglow, a heavy sadness began to weigh down my chest.

  "Hey." He nudged my cheek with his nose. "I know exactly what you're thinking right now."

  I raised an eyebrow. "Do you, now?"

  "You don't need to worry. Remember what I said?" He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "The only woman I want right now is you."

  Right now. But what about after?

  He'd finally gotten me. Would Gael get bored if he didn't need to chase me? Now I knew the sort of pleasure this man could wring from me.

  I didn't know if I had it in me to resist anymore.

  Chapter 9

  A blaring sound rang out from across the room. I recognized it as Gael's ringtone. I flailed wildly, but couldn't make my limbs work enough to find the phone. Something — or someone — was pinning me down.

  "Gael," I moaned into the pillow. "Get your phone."

  "Mmmph." His face was buried in my shoulder. "Don't wanna."

  I grunted and shoved with my feet, propelling him off the mattress and onto the floor. He landed with a heavy thump and a curse.

  "Do you kick out all the guys like this?" he grumbled, climbing back up.
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  "Just the ones who have annoying ringtones."

  After that night at the club, Gael and I had been nearly inseparable. He kept coming to work with me, both at the youth center and at the bar. It turned out he was pretty good with kids. Once they learned he was in a rock band, they wouldn't stop pestering him. Now, whenever I was busy with my own job duties, Gael would entertain the kids with impromptu music lessons.

  He continued to fleece the bar patrons of their money at pool. Most of them had learned by now and didn't even try to bet against him, but there was always one or two who never learned their lesson.

  Gael also kept trying to feel me up in the back room. I'd even let him, a time or two, before we'd almost been caught by Walt. After that I told him to keep it in his pants or I'd make him regret it.

  Between keeping a respectable distance around each other when we were near the kids, and fending off his advances at the bar, the both of us were always on the edge of tearing each other's clothes off. That just meant after my shifts at work we'd go back to my place and let our passions run wild. Gael was not only talented, he was inventive. I'd learned things from him I hadn't even thought possible. He certainly knew his way around a woman's body.

  I had to ignore the reasons why that was. I didn't want to think about Gael's past sex life. It only made me feel insecure. It made me wonder how long this whole thing was going to last. It made me doubt myself.

  The only woman I want right now is you.

  His words always echoed in my ears. How long would right now last?

  Gael's phone had already stopped, but mine had begun. He padded over to my nightstand and grabbed my phone from my purse. "Here." He tossed it to me.

  I caught it with two hands and pressed answer. "Hello?"

  "Jessie! Where's Gael? I can't find him. Is he with you? I need to talk to him!" Cerise's usual throaty voice was bright and chipper as she spoke faster than normal. My heart began to speed up. Did Cerise suspect? It was just barely noon. Surely it was reasonable to expect we'd be together at that time of day. It wasn't like it was three in the morning or anything.

  "Um. What do you need to talk to him?"

  "Something amazing happened. We got a contract!"

  I sat upright in bed. "Holy shit! Really?"

  "Well," she deferred, "It's just a handshake agreement at this point. But they're serious about it. We just need to talk through a few items and then we can sign. That's why I need to talk to Gael."

  "Um." I paused and looked briefly at Gael, who was standing in the middle of my bedroom, grinning at me, completely nude. He always woke up hard, and today was no exception. I almost forgot about the phone in my hand at the sight of him, thick and pulsing.

  "Jessie?"

  I cleared my throat. "Yeah. He's right here."

  "Thank god." Cerise let out a breath of relief. "I thought he might be out getting into trouble again. I knew I could count on you to keep him in line. Give him the phone. I want to tell him the news."

  "Here you go." I handed Gael the phone. "Your sister."

  He raised an eyebrow. "Hey Cherry, s'up?" Gael listened for a moment before his jaw dropped. "Are you fucking serious?" he demanded, an incredulous look spreading across his face. "Jesus, that's fantastic! No, no, it's fine. Yeah, I can be there. Awesome."

  Gael hung up and stared at the phone dumbly. I watched as a million expressions crossed his face. He looked to me, tossed the phone on the bed, and lifted me up in his arms with a laugh. "We fucking did it!"

  I laughed along with him, clinging to him with both arms and legs as he cupped my thighs to keep me upright. "You did it!"

  "I'm going to be a fucking rock star!"

  I tugged his head down, giving him a quick kiss, before pulling back to look him in the eyes. "You're already a rock star, Gael."

  His lips twitched with a barely suppressed smirk. "Stroking my ego again?" He kneaded my ass with both hands. "I told you, I'd much rather you stroke something else."

  "You and your lines."

  "I don't do lines."

  "I know. You do promises." I squirmed until he put me down. "You probably need to go see Cerise right now, huh?"

  "Yeah. Band meeting." He fished his own phone from his jeans on the floor and set about tapping wildly with his thumbs, no doubt texting the other members of the band.

  I tried not to let disappointment cloud my happiness for him. Now that a contract with a music label was all but guaranteed, Cerise wouldn't need me to babysit her brother anymore. There'd be no real reason for me and Gael to hang out. He was going to be a famous rock star with millions of women throwing themselves at him, even more so than before.

  But I'd known all that, from the very beginning. Just because I'd given in to his sexual demands didn't mean there was anything real between us. I needed to remind myself of that. I'd known exactly what I was getting into when it came to Gael.

  By the time he'd finished texting I'd settled my face into a more pleasant expression.

  "You need a ride to work?" he asked.

  "No, I don't have a shift until later tonight. I'll just take a cab there."

  "You sure? I can stop by and pick you up later."

  "It's fine. Go be with your sister and your band. This is a life changing moment for you."

  Gael gave me a look. "I know what you're thinking."

  "Yeah? What's that?" I asked, challenging. He always thought he knew me so well.

  Without warning Gael pounced, tackling me to the bed and pinning me down.

  "You're thinking that everything's going to change."

  He captured my lips in a blistering kiss, grinding his still-hard cock into my hip. I moaned into his mouth and clutched at his shoulders. His tongue licked at the seam of my lips. I gave him entrance and my mind went fuzzy at the familiar taste of him.

  I was already wet for him. He broke the kiss and nudged me with his nose when I whined at the loss. He pressed me down into the mattress. I arched my back, seeking the heat of his skin. We hadn't worn anything to bed. Every inch of our naked bodies molded together, our limbs entangled.

  His hands found my breasts, massaging and caressing them. He ducked down and licked one nipple, then the other, going back and forth. My nipples grew stiff and hard as I gasped at the sensations. I clutched and tugged at his hair, encouraging him further.

  When he had his fill of my breasts, he moved down my body until he was between my legs. I lifted my head to watch him. He spread my thighs with both hands, splaying me wide open to his gaze. He met my eyes for a brief moment, a carnal grin on his lips.

  He leaned down and licked a hot, wet line between my folds. I let out a sharp breath of delight. He circled my clit with his tongue. My back fell back against the mattress. He licked and sucked until my head spun. He tasted me, teasing me. I writhed and thrashed so wildly he had to hold me down with two hands on my hips.

  I was so close, almost on the edge, when he slipped two fingers into me. My pussy clenched down. He crooked his fingers and I exploded, stars splashing across my vision as I came. I shuddered under his hands and tongue as he licked me through it. A rush of blood pounded through my ears, beating loudly in my chest. My mind went blurry as I reveled in pure pleasure.

  When I could finally think again, I saw that he was looming over me. The head of his cock was nestled between my folds, right at my entrance. I felt the familiar texture that meant he'd put on protection. I looked into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide and dilated with desire.

  With a snap of his hips he was seated fully inside me. I moaned as my inner walls fluttered around him, trying to take him all. The stretch of it was always a revelation. I would forget how big he was until he finally entered me and then I'd be reminded.

  His hands grasped my ass, tilting my hips at just the right angle to make me gasp. The head of his cock dragged against a wonderful spot inside me. I hooked my legs around his hips and my arms around his shoulders. The hard muscles of his back shifted and rippled under my h
ands. I rocked my hips back and forth, trying to take more of him. I wanted him, needed him, to hit that spot again.

  He pulled out slowly, making me feel every inch of him. He pushed back in, fucking me, possessing me. He moved deliberately, every thrust meant to send me higher and higher. I felt my inner muscles throbbing around him. He groaned and slammed back in, harder and faster than before. All the air left my lungs as sparks flew across my vision. I went breathless for several long moments, then took in huge gasps of air as he pulled out. Then he did it again, slamming into me. I choked out a cry, so close to my peak.

  He pressed his thumb down on my clit, rubbing in circles. The pleasure intensified to an almost unbearable degree. The feel of his hard cock inside me and his fingers playing with me sent me reeling. I clung to his shoulders to keep myself from flying apart as I tumbled over the edge.

  He drove his hard shaft into me once more with a loud groan. He found his release, his cock pulsing and twitching as he spilled inside me.

  We shuddered and sighed together as our bodies came back down from the high. Breathing heavily, I buried my head in his neck, breathing in the scent of sex and sweat and something that was pure Gael.

  He wrapped his arms around me, cuddling me to his chest.

  "Nothing's going to change," he whispered in my ear.

  "Hm?" I asked sleepily, having forgotten about our earlier conversation.

  "Now that I'm going to be a huge rock star I'll have my pick of women. That's what you were thinking, right?"

  I shifted in his arms uncomfortably, not wanting to admit my insecurities.

  "Don't worry." He placed both hands on my cheeks, making me look him in the eyes. He was so seldom this serious. "I told you before, didn't I?"

  "Told me what?"

  He brushed his lips softly against mine.

  "The only woman I want is you."

  Chapter 10