Begging for Bad Boys

by Willow Winters

  “She’s not you.”

  “Oh please, Charlie. We both know it’ll be messy and complicated with me. I won’t be able to make a clean break when it’s time for the end. Marlene will, without ever looking back or getting her feelings hurt.”

  “I want to get messy with you,” he said, tears welling in his eyes as he looked at me.

  “I’m still not sure about all this,” I told him. “It’s a lot to take in.”

  “That’s why tonight is just about you and me. Let’s see where things go,” he said and stood from the table. He walked over to my seat and crouched beside me, reaching for my hands that were nervously squirming in my lap. “I don’t want Marlene, Jaime. I only want you.”

  “I’m…flabbergasted,” I said, unable to think of a better word at the moment. “I mean, I just don’t know if—”

  “Jaime,” he continued, cutting me off by giving my hand a squeeze, “I know we’ve both been holding back, especially you. I get why, but I think it’s time we let go of our worries about tomorrow and just let our hearts make up our minds for once.”

  I bit my lip, staring deep into his eyes and waiting for my brain to catch up and tell me why it was such a bad idea, why I should say no and shove him away. Instead, my hands reached up to grab the lapels of his tux jacket, and I yanked him closer, until my lips pressed against his.

  He pulled me from the chair, standing so he could wrap his arms around me tightly. His mouth quickly took over the kiss, lighting a fire within my body that craved to be stoked by his love and nothing else. The bar fell away; in an instant, it was just the two of us there together. His tongue flicked out against my mouth, and my lips parted on a sigh to invite him in. We moved as one across the floor, practically floated, until my back hit the nearest wall. Charlie gripped my hips hard, grinding against me in a way that almost made me moan out loud.

  “I’ve wanted this since you broke into my house,” Charlie muttered roughly, trailing kisses down my neck and nuzzling in the crook of my shoulder. “That night, as soon as I realized who was in my house, I wanted to strip you bare and explore everything we’ve missed over the years.”

  I shivered at his words and dug my hands in his hair. “Then what are you waiting for?” I whispered, pressing my chest into his, smashing my cleavage up. “Charlie, I-I just can’t say no anymore.”

  He gripped my waist and hauled me against him, his mouth hot and wet. My hands were in his hair, his arms around my hips. The man sent rivers of sparks along my skin, making me hum, soft sounds escaping my lips. Our slow kisses and touching gave way to frantic movements, a messy and desperate groping for each other, for closeness…to give into what we’d been feeling for weeks.

  He lifted his face to look at me, his eyes smoldering and his jaw clenched. Then he took my hand and dragged me through the bar, past our uneaten dinner and straight out the door, to the limo. “Take us home please,” he told the startled driver after we piled into the back.

  “Of course,” the man said, the smirk on his face not escaping me. “Shall I give you some privacy?”

  “Yes,” we chorused.

  The driver chuckled until the sound was cut off by the partition.

  Chapter 19

  Charlie’s hand gripped mine hard, and he raised it to his mouth. He kissed and sucked at my palm until my toes curled and I moaned quietly. Two can play at this game, I thought, looking at him with naughty intentions of my own. I’d wanted him for years, and finally, I was going to make him privy to all my desires, to let him reap the benefits of all that pent-up hunger for his body.

  I pushed him against the seat and climbed onto his lap. His hands shoved my dress up my thighs, and he massaged my hot flesh hard as I slanted my lips over his mouth and kissed him fiercely. He growled against my mouth and continued sliding his hands farther and farther upward, till he cupped my lace-clad ass.

  “I knew these would be perfect for you,” he mumbled, teasing the lingerie he’d picked out and giving me a good squeeze that sent a shiver up my spine.

  “Just wait till you see them,” I replied as I felt his arousal swell suddenly against me.

  The windows grew steamy as we continued to assault one another with ravenous kisses and hot touches. When the limo finally came to a stop, my hair was a mess, and Charlie had lost his bowtie. His shirt was only half-buttoned, and I had to quickly tug my dress back down to cover my lower half. I climbed out first and ran to the front porch, cursing my bare feet in the chilly night air. Charlie was right behind me and made quick work of unlocking the door to let us in. A swarm of dogs greeted us, but neither one of us wanted to break the spell of the night, so his strong arms scooped me up, lifting me from the ground. He carried me through the doorway to my bedroom where my king-sized bed waited to be used. My arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and neck, my eyes locked onto his and my heart raced as he moved toward the large, soft bed.

  “Are you sure you want to officially cross over the line of friendship?” he asked sweetly, his eyes falling gently onto mine.

  I nodded, bit my bottom lip into my mouth and refrained from yelling out “Yes!”

  I can’t believe this is happening!

  I shivered as Charlie moved toward me, my entire body suffering a quake not recordable on any Richter scale. He was just as I remembered from high school. Still the bad boy, still the sexiest man I’d ever laid eye on.

  “I need you Jaime,” he said softly, moving closer.

  I moved toward him and shoved his jacket off his broad shoulders; within seconds, his shirt was a puddle of fabric beside it on the floor. He stood perfectly still before me, and I stared at his muscular chest, illuminated by the silvery-white moonlight pouring in through the windows behind him. His hands twitched at his sides, but he made no move to touch me. I grinned, circling him and tempting him, trailing my fingers teasingly over his shoulders and down his sides. His muscles tensed beneath my touch, and I kissed his shoulder languidly.

  “You’re pushing your luck,” he grumbled when I stepped in front of him again and playfully fumbled with his belt.

  “You said it yourself. You’ve seen all of me. It’s only fair that I even the playing field.” I tugged his belt free and unfastened his pants.

  “But you’ve seen me naked,” he said. “After skinny dipping, I was walking naked until we found those clothes.”

  “But unlike you, I wasn’t looking.”

  Slowly, I dragged his pants down his hips. His cock was everything I’d imagined, everything I’d dreamed about. Thick, hard, warm, and smooth. My hand barely fit around it as I pulled it from its warm spot tucked deep in his briefs. He smiled as I stripped him naked, and I gasped at the sight of his arousal, all for me.

  “Well?” he asked with a raised brow. “Is everything…up to par?”

  “It’s over-the-top extraordinary,” I said, so hungry for him I could barely speak. “Charlie…” I whispered and pressed my hand against his chest.

  In the next second, I was utterly lost. His lips slanted over mine, claiming my mouth in a desperate need to possess me, as desperate as my own need. I’d been kissed before, and he wasn’t the first person I’d slept with, but none of my former trysts ever held me like Charlie did. Not one of them made me feel like they wanted all of me, to possess me fully. Charlie made that message loud and clear with every flick of his tongue, every shift of his manly body against mine.

  A sigh escaped my lips as his strong hands grasped the small of my waist. This was finally happening. Charlie was finally in my bedroom, in my arms.

  Our lips met with a quick rush. His tongue slid slowly across mine to part them before gently finding its way inside my mouth. My body melted, completely limp in his arms as I let him take control over me. A warm musk scent moved across my nostrils, hardness from flexed muscles squeezed against my soft skin, and his skillful warm tongue entangled with mine to become one.

  Yes, this was what I’d waited for all these years.

  The grip of hi
s hands released from underneath me, dropping me to the softness of the mattress below. Charlie stood over me, his frame tall, tattooed, and delicious. His hand brushed the long, dark wavy hair from his shoulder, and then moved to his mouth where he scratched the scruff growing from his chin.

  My body tingled with excitement. His chest was rippled with muscles. An eagle with open wings stared at me with crystal blue eyes between his pecks. My hand reached out, caressing the small patch of hair on his chest just above the bird’s head. His skin was so smooth, so warm.

  Charlie leaned in, pushing my hand harder against his chest as his mouth made its way to my neck. Soft, gentle bites against my sensitive flesh brought my excitement to a new level, one I hadn’t anticipated.

  “So you know what this means?” he asked.

  “That we’re getting it on,” I said breathless. “Charlie, I thought you had more experience than this.”

  He chuckled at my joke, then softly cupped my face. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. If we get it on, then sex is definitely back on the table.”

  “Oh, you must be referring to our bar bet. Well, okay, you win. Because there’s no way I can say no to you right now.”

  “Let me hear you say it,” he whispered in my ear.

  I kissed his lips. “I’ll marry you. I promise there will be no dry spells in our marriage. No Sahara Desert for you.”

  “Best damn news ever! Okay, let’s never mention the desert ever again.”

  “Agreed. Now shut up and kiss me!”

  His lips crashed into mine.

  His fingers found the zipper on my dress, and he dragged it down, and spread the dark fabric apart, revealing my bare skin. Immediately, his hands roamed me, sending shivers throughout me like never before. He unhooked my bra with an easy flick of his fingers, and I shimmied out of it and the dress together, till I was standing before him in nothing but those lacy, black panties. He cursed under his breath in appreciation, and, to my surprise, the ever-confident Charlie seemed to shatter in the force of my gaze. He reached out to cup my breasts, and I sighed. Our kiss deepened as he held me close. We stepped backward, moving across the floor until my legs bumped the bed.

  With his help, I crawled backward onto it, and he followed, not willing to let our lips be apart for a second. Sharp desire shot through my body as he lay back, covering me with his body. His kisses trailed lower, caressing every inch of my most sensitive flesh, moving across my stomach, then nibbling on my hip. I squirmed against him as want pooled low in my belly, begging for his touch. A chilly draft of air met me when he relieved me of my last stitch of clothing, but what happened next had my back arching, had me sucking in a breath.

  He lowered his mouth and kissed my nipple, sucking it and sending bolts of sensation straight to my inner core and making me writhe. I needed to be consumed by him, wanted that more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. Gasping for air, Charlie left kisses along my sides and stomach again before he found my lips. His hands roamed my body, caressing my breasts, teasing my nipples, and sliding back between my legs.

  He was enjoying teasing me, causing me to squirm from his touch. My hips bucked, rolled, and worked at gripping his cock as he pretended not to notice. His grin made it obvious he was aware of my need, of the ache my body felt from his torturous, delicious teasing.

  “You want this bad, don’t you?” he chuckled with a deep vibration.

  I bit the knuckle of my right index finger. “Oh my fucking gosh!”

  “How bad do you want me to fuck you?” he said.

  “Badly,” I admitted, blushing immediately at my words.

  “How bad?” he gasped, reaching between my legs to rub my throbbing flesh.

  “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I gasped. “I need you inside me right now. Please, baby, please.”

  Charlie rested his erection at my entrance, teasing me a bit more. I moaned loudly as the girth of his manhood spread my tight flesh open and forced my hips to widen as he gently slid inside me.

  He felt so damn good!

  I opened my eyes, a look of shock, excitement, and surprise filled me as I stared at the man I’d dreamed about for so long. We then began moving in perfect rhythm. I couldn’t believe he was inside of me, fucking me, satisfying me, moving with a sensuous backward and forward rocking motion. We held each other and shared deep lingering kisses. He gazed deeply into my eyes, and I felt like I was staring straight into his soul. I felt this intimate connection. It was hard to explain, but we felt so close, so connected, and so comfortable.

  “Oh fuck, you feel so good,” I gasped, rocking my hips toward him.

  His hands gripped my ass cheeks, holding me in position as he thrust into me, deeper, harder, and with more intensity each time. I watched his eyes lingering between my legs. I knew he was watching his cock fill me up, enjoying every second of the imagery that was displayed before him. My head stretched upward, my eyes too lingered to watch the beauty of our bodies becoming one as he pushed deeper and deeper into me.

  I couldn’t believe this was really happening.

  I moaned as his pace quickened and he thrust into me even harder, expertly keeping the perfect rhythm to drive me wild. His eyes started to narrow, and then eventually close as his head tilted back against his rolling shoulders. My body shook, quivered really, as it gripped tightly onto his.

  We moved as one, my nails digging into his shoulders as I shifted against him, rolling my hips. Charlie deepened the angle, and each thrust sent me further over the edge. His tongue kept time, and I barely held on as we consumed each other. The temperature seemed to skyrocket around us, so hot that I feared if I opened my eyes, I’d see that we were engulfed in flames. Our lips couldn’t seem to get enough of each other, and Charlie groaned against my mouth, his whole body shaking as his arms tightened around me. His orgasm was building, as was mine, and as the last grumble of that sexy growl escaped his throat and hit his lips, we were exploding into one another like trains on the same track.

  “Fuck,” he gasped, his shoulders falling limp and his eyes landing on mine with the same surprised, shocked, and excited look I’d had when he entered me.

  An intense, explosive rush of pleasure shot through me as I climaxed. I screamed, unable to hold back, and we tumbled to the bed again, in a heap of sweaty limbs.

  “Shit!” Charlie said, then groaned.

  I nodded in agreement against his chest, unable to speak as I tried to catch my breath.

  “I could swim the vastest oceans to see you smile that way,” he said. “That was just… Wow!”

  “Yeah, pretty intense.”

  “Intense?” he said with a chuckle. “Jaime, that was the greatest feeling in the world. Being with you always is,” he said, snuggling into me and kissing my lips again.

  “I love how passionately you kiss,” I said.

  “It’s only because I feel so alive when I’m with you.”

  “Are you saying I inspire you?”

  He kissed me yet again. “Definitely. You’re…everything, Jaime. I can’t believe I waited an entire lifetime to be with you.”

  “It sure felt like a lifetime.”

  I smiled and nestled as close to him as I could. I couldn’t believe Charlie was actually holding me, cuddling with me and talking to me like a lover. Everything about it felt so right. I cherished every second of it, and I knew those precious moments would be etched into my mind forever. As we continued our pillow talk, I looked into his dreamy eyes, and I could have sworn I could love him forever.

  His fingers drew patterns on my thigh, and he kissed my forehead. “See what you’re missing out on? I think we’d get along great as a couple for those two years, no desert necessary.”

  “Wait. Two years?” I asked, staring at him blankly. “So this is just… You’re only thinking about the Will?” Just like that, all the insane notions of saying yes to his request, of agreeing to be with him because he was finally admitting his feelings for me, went up in sm
oke, just like the flames of passion I thought we’d ignited moments earlier.

  “You asshole!” I snapped and leapt off the bed. “Charlie, was this whole date and this…” I said, holding up the lacy panties on the tip of my finger. “Are you telling me this was all just another ploy to show me we can just be friends with benefits? That we can pull off a fake marriage just because you can fucking fake it for a few orgasms and a fake date at a bullshit bar?”

  “What? No!” he argued, jumping off the bed to stop me as I charged toward the door. “I just wanted to show you a good time, to see you and—”

  “See what, Charlie? How mind-blowing the sex could be? You wanted to see if you could be the best I’ve ever had? Which, yes, you were!”

  He smirked. “Mind-blowing, huh? And the best you’ve ever had? Really?”

  I yelled at him and threw my hands in the air. “You’re a moron, you know that? I can’t believe I fell for your shit.”

  He moved in front of the door, blocking me from leaving. “Just wait. We need to talk about this. I—”

  “What is there to talk about? I actually let myself think you were taking this seriously, taking me seriously. I thought maybe you finally realized it after all these years.”

  His brow furrowed, and he reached out for me, but I pulled away from his grasp. “Realized what?”

  I let out a bitter laugh. “The fact that you even have to ask is all the answer I need. I’m going to bed, alone. Don’t follow me, or I’ll sic my guard dogs on you.”

  “You know they wouldn’t lay a paw on me,” he teased until I glared at him. “They love me.”

  “They ought to, because you’re one of them!”

  “You mean…one of your pets?”

  “No! I mean a dog, a literal son-of-a-bitch!”

  “Jaime, c’mon,” he pleaded.

  “I said I’m going to bed. Now please move,” I muttered.

  After a deep sigh, he finally stepped away.

  I marched out the door and reached my room, expecting the dogs to be in tow, but they ran right into his bedroom instead. I opened my mouth to call them, then thought better of it. “For the record, I’d happily let them put you to sleep, Charlie…or at least neuter you!” I said, then slammed the door shut and locked it for good measure. I reached for a robe and wrapped it around me.