Slam: A Bad Boy Romance

by Holt, Leah

  Walking her to the bed, I threw her down, the springs creaking in place of her voice. Unbuttoning my pants, my eyes were drawn to her legs crossing over each other with numbing desire.

  Her slender fingers spread across her thigh, slowly sliding up over her pussy.

  I was done waiting, it was time to claim this goddess.

  Cadence was mine.

  Climbing onto the bed, I forced her thighs open. My firm cock pushed angrily against the cloth of my briefs. Palming the hard erection, her lips parted gently, a light moan emitted breaking the silence.

  Peeling her panties to the side, I glided one finger over her clit. Dripping with thirst for this bad boy, she dragged her tongue over her lips, eyes rolling back in her skull.

  “Is this what you wanted?” I whispered, tickling her swollen clit. I felt her body shake under my touch, prickles shot over her flesh. Flashing my teeth, my lip twisted up.

  Nodding her head, she tore at my briefs, yanking them down. Her eyes widened with the massive muscle that sprung out. Clenching her hand around the shaft, she pulled, squeezing tightly from the base up to the tip.

  A grunt spilled from my mouth, abs firming with the warming sensation that emerged from my lower belly. Sitting up on one hand, the edge of her tongue dragged across my enlarged ridge.

  Cocking my head back, tingles struck every nerve. “Yeah, doll. Suck my cock. Taste what you're about to feel.” Sparks lit behind my lids, blues, reds, and yellows streaked like lightening.

  Wrapping her plump lips around my hard length, veins popping as it throbbed, she pulled hard, tongue riding across the bottom, dancing over the head.

  My hands coiled inside her hair. Tugging firmly, I pushed myself in deeper, breaking the threshold of her gag reflex. Fucking her face, she slurped every inch, grinding her pussy against her hand.

  Damn, this is fucking hot. She can't get off before I get to her, I won't have that.

  My balls pulled tight against me, cock enlarging with each thrust. Quickly I pulled out, I wasn't ready to cum. Her lips were magic, but I wanted her cunt.

  Glancing down, she slowly wiped her lips with her wrist. Forcing her shoulders to the bed, slowly I peeled her panties down over her knees, tossing them to the side, her glistening pussy was calling my name, screaming for me to fuck it.

  Reaching over to my jeans, I pulled the condom from my wallet, tearing it open in one quick rip.

  “Let me,” she hissed, ripping the sheath from my hand. Squeezing the base, she rolled it slowly over my engorged dick. Her back arched off the bed, hips tilting up, as she guided my cock to her cunt. The heat purged off her wet lips, radiating towards my skin.

  I was aching to feel her, and there was no doubt in my mind she felt the same.

  The flower before me bloomed. Sinking into her warm, pink center, a long, drawn out moan exploded off her tongue.

  Her head fell back, nails tearing into my arms. Panting in my ear she said, “God, Quinn. Fuck me.”

  That was all I needed. Like an animal, I ravaged her, pounding against her soaked pussy. Her ass raised in unison with each thrust. Grinding ferociously inside, her cunt milked me, gripping tighter and tighter the deeper I went.

  Cadence was breathing hard, every inhale sounded melodic in my ears. It was like she had to remind herself to take in air, her chest rising and falling with need.

  My belly began to warm, flutters grabbing at my balls, drawing them in taut. I was ready to explode.

  Loudly, she screamed, “Harder! Don't stop, Oh, Quinn!” Each word laced with muffled growls.

  Quickening my pace, I thrust faster, my cock splitting her wide open in carnal rage. Her body shook, thighs pulsing violently as they squeezed around my waist, crushing my hips. I knew she had hit her climax, the way her hips rolled beneath me, and her body gave way with her scream.

  Closing my eyes, the fire coated my brain, my thick cum shooting into the condom, filling it to the brim. A long, gritty groan drummed out of my lips, sweat trickling down my temples.

  Sliding out, I gazed down on her beauty. Her skin flushed red, a light sheen draped over her flesh. Short pants expelled from her mouth.

  Drawing a hand over her chest, down to her belly, she smiled playfully. “Wow.” The words carried out on the delicate wings of a butterfly, her whisper hung in the air.

  Falling to my side, I rested my head on my hand, stroking her hair back with my injured fingertips. She was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on.

  I knew then and there I would do anything to protect her, to keep her safe.

  This is different, I don't want to run away from her. I want to stay here.

  Next to Cadence, breathing the same air...

  It feels- right.

  The feeling surging through my body was one I hadn't experienced before. Normally, I'd have just taken what I wanted and walked back out that door; but she had a force wrapped around me that I couldn't break.

  And I didn't want to.

  Tilting her head to my gaze, a tight grimace perched upon her face.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You can't stay, my father will be home soon.” Her eyes fell, the bright blue now a gray as the life was sucked from inside. “He'll kill you if he finds you here.”

  On reflex my fist clenched tight. “Why does he have so much control over you? He's a bastard, that's obvious enough.” The muscles tightened in my face. “You said it yourself, he only cares about himself.”

  Her hands drifted to her head, thumping down onto the bed. “We're all each other has, you don't walk out on your family.” Shifting her head, she eyed the small nightstand next to her bed.

  “But he treats you like shit, if he cared about you he wouldn't let guys like Nico talk to you the way he did. He's got no fucking balls, he doesn't deserve you for a daughter.”

  Anger began to bubble below my skin, I wanted to take her away, save her from the hell her father bound her in. She had to see him for who he was, just from what she had said, she knew he was a dick too.

  And yet she stays, stands by his side, a marionette under his hands.

  “Look, you have your promise you made to not fight, this is kind of the same, I need to be here... it's a promise I gave to him.” Her voice trailed off as she spoke.

  “No, no way. This is different, he isn't here for you and that's-”

  “Don't go casting judgment! You don't know shit about what he's been through or me!” Sitting up straight, glaring at me over her shoulder, eyes slit tight. “I know he's not perfect, I know things aren't how they should be. But this is the hand I was dealt. What about you, huh? Mr. High and mighty? Why don't you explain the reason you shouldn't fight? But how ironic you stepped into that ring tonight, I'm sure you and my dad had a nice long discussion the other day.” The piercing accusation stabbed, twisting it's thin blade in my gut.

  “I told you, I only went to see you! That wasn't a lie, I didn't know the 'Macro' was going to call me out. I can't fight anymore and I only did because I'm not a fucking pussy.”

  I should have spilled my guts, told her the truth. But, it's hard to put those words on my tongue. I didn't want to push her away, I wanted to keep her close, right beside me.

  I watched her shoulders slump forward. “You should go, my dad will be home soon.” Her head hung low, fingers rolling the empty wrapper in her palm.

  “Cadence, I want to tell you about me, all about me, I do. But I can't force it.” Reaching my hand up, I gently floated my fingers over her shoulder.

  “He sees you as one of his fighters now, you know that, right? If my dad finds out...”

  “I'm not one of his fighters. He doesn't have to know, this can be just for us. Everyone deserves something just for themselves.” Brushing my lips across her skin, still clammy from our steamy encounter, a sleek smile rose across her cheeks.

  I wasn't going to lose this woman because of the asshole who tried to chain her to him and him alone.

  I've staked my cl
aim on her, even if she doesn't know it yet.

  There was no way in hell he was going to keep me from getting what was mine.

  Chapter Eight

  Cadence

  Grabbing my pillow tightly, I expected to wake up to a smile painted across my face. My skin should have been glowing and drowning in the sinful, yet satisfying night I had.

  I wanted my nerves to blister, fireworks inside the sinew. Instead, my chest ached, a heavy weight sat on my ribs.

  I knew what I was feeling, what created such discomfort with each inhale:

  Fear.

  What if my dad finds out about us? What we did...

  In my bed; in HIS house.

  My stomach churned, the taste of vomit rested on the back of my tongue.

  Fuck!

  Maybe he won't find out, and it will just be our secret.

  The way Quinn slammed my pussy drove me into climax like a savage animal.

  A dirty little secret... Just for Quinn and myself.

  Burying my face into the pillow, I let out a gutteral scream. My head fell against the soft feathers packed inside.

  The waking aroma of coffee seeped into my senses. Pushing up with one hand, I tossed my feet over the edge and slid them into the pink fuzzy slippers next to my bed. My hair was tousled, the long locks rising in frizzy wisps. Using my hand, I tried to brush them down.

  Opening the door, I followed the scent to the kitchen. Hiding behind a book, my father's eyes drifted up. His lips a thin vein across his face, a single wrinkle set across his forehead.

  “Morning,” I said, pulling a mug from the cupboard.

  Laying the book down, his hands folded across the top. “What happened to you last night?” He asked. His expression mirrored a doll; piercing flat eyes, frozen mouth set across a motionless surface.

  “What? I left early.” I tried to remain calm and act natural. Glancing down at my cup of coffee, the liquid vibrated inside as my hand shook nervously.

  “Is that so?” My fathers skin began to flush red, the large vein next to his temple slowly enlarging.

  “Yeah. After what happened... I had enough, I didn't want to be there anymore.” My spine firmed with the small set of balls had pulled from my stomach.

  I had already put up with a lot of his shit over the years.

  Last night, well, it pushed me over the edge. He threw Quinn into the wolf's den, not truly knowing how it would turn out.

  My dad, he had a heart made of stone, a soul that was blacker than hell itself. If Quinn had died there in that ring, my father, he wouldn't have given two shits.

  He would have used it as another opportunity to cash out, bring in more eyes with deeper pockets.

  “You don't get to decide that!” His fist fell heavy onto the table, teeth slightly shining behind his flexed lip.

  A tremor ceased my muscles, the cup jolting in my hand, sloshing hot coffee onto my wrist. I stood silent, waiting for him to continue. He wasn't done his barrage of anger, there were more insults he was going to whip at me off his tongue.

  He stared at me with a wide open gaze, the darkness of his iris' overtaking his brown eyes. “I watched you leave, storm out with him. You don't get to care about my fighters, you know that's the rule.”

  Despite every instinct I had to keep my mouth shut, let my words fester in the back of my throat and never form, this time, they spilled like water. “He's not your fighter. Quinn, he doesn't work for you.”

  My father's eyes lit with excitement, but not in a playful manner. His face read loud and clear to me, saying, “Oh is that what you think?”

  The corrugated muscles of his cheeks displaced with a smile. “He fought last night for me didn't he? So, that makes him mine. Which makes him out of your reach... And you out of his.”

  Flushing blood-red, the heat coated my brain, melting over every nerve through my body. “You can't do that. He didn't agree to work for you,” I muttered through gritted teeth.

  A growl of laughter filtered out, his stomach rising and falling as he chuckled. “My dear, have I taught you nothing? Quinn, he will be working for me. I can make sure of that now. Thanks to you.”

  What did he say? Does he know?

  No. No way, Quinn left before he got home.

  “What are you talking about? You can't force him to.” Flaring my nostrils, I slammed the mug down on the counter.

  “I saw how he looked at you, and how you looked at him.” Pressing back from the table, he walked to the kitchen, his face mere inches from mine. The nauseating smell of eggs and coffee wafted over me as he spoke. “I've got him in my grasp now, and if he still says no... Well, let's just hope he doesn't.” His hand draped over my hair, kissing my cheek, he grabbed his keys and walked out the door.

  Ugh, this man is sick! How can I call him my father?

  What the fuck is he planning? What the hell is talking about?

  My head was a whirlwind of questions. Standing alone in the kitchen, his last words riding my lungs with choler, the petulant feelings tearing at my insides.

  I wished I didn't harbor this guilt, this empty emotion of wanting to change my dad, feeling like I owe him. As much as I knew my mothers death wasn't my fault, I guess I've always tried to gain his love.

  Show him I'm here for him too, even if she's not anymore.

  I wanted him to see me as his daughter, and nothing else.

  This was too much for me to process, and I didn't want to think about my dad anymore, or what he said.

  Pushing him from my thoughts, I pulled Quinn in his place, I let myself fall back to last night.

  My father was gone, I was alone, and I definitely needed to focus on better things, sexier things, the wet dreams of my reality.

  What I needed was a shower, a long hot shower.

  Turning the handle for the water, it fell across my wrist as I waited for it to be steaming hot. Wiping the fog from the mirror, Quinn's face reflected behind my image.

  His unassailable muscles flooded with ink, their feel against my skin; I wanted more, I needed more.

  Bringing my hand over the back of my neck, I pulled it down over my collar bone, floating it over my breasts.

  God, I want him again. He felt perfect inside my pussy, knew just how to touch me.

  My fingers crawled down to the warming mound below. The heat of the shower mimicked the heat growing in my belly, a tender need for him glazed my pussy.

  What is it about him that drives me fucking wild?

  I never expected to be pulled in so quickly by a man like him. The guys in my past, all seemed to replicate who he was; So why is he different?

  There was a force that drove me to him, a thick rope that tied my desire to his waist, to his hard cock. Quinn had a tender side, a caring side, a piece of him that was softer than the rest.

  And I loved it.

  Stepping into the water, its tiny fingers massaged my skin. Letting my head fall back, my eyes closed tight as it washed over my face. The warmth blanketed every inch.

  I pictured him, the strong hands that caressed my body with such wanton need, lust filled eyes eating up my flesh with every blink.

  Pretending my hands were his, I walked my fingers down the blushed soma. Twirling my nipples gently, my lips pressed tight together as a light moan hit the back of my throat.

  Making my way down, the heat of last nights passion filled my pussy. I was soaking wet, and it wasn't from the shower.

  Pressing my back against the cool tile, one leg lifted to the edge of the tub, a finger rolled across my delicate button. Swelling with desire, my clit tingled, the sensation forcing its way into my belly.

  The water streamed down with force, dulling any noises around me. I was cradled in the arms of my imagination, a comforting place to be.

  Facing into the wetness, it hit my nipples turning them stiff, pinching with my thumb and forefinger, sparks flashed behind my lids.

  God, he felt so good inside me. Thick and hard, he filled me perfectly.

>   The sudden feel of hands over my shoulders sent me into shock. A loud scream burst from inside, turning sharply I was hit with surprise.

  “What are you doing here?” The words spat, wrinkling my nose I had to rub my eyes. Quinn was standing naked and erect behind me.

  “I wasn't finished with you last night. I needed more.” He stepped closer, the water cascading over his chest, ink shining like it was freshly penned into his skin.

  My jaw fell open. “How did you get in?” Dragging my nails through my hair. “Oh shit, my dad- What if he comes home?”

  Grabbing my hips, he forcefully tugged me in. “Don't worry, I watched him climb into a cab, he'll be gone long enough.” Bringing his lips to my shoulder, his hair dampening beneath the water. “Enough about him now. I'm here for you.”

  Pressing my breasts against his chest, his hands dug into my hips. Arching my spine, he drew rough kisses over my collar bone. His teeth gently scraped my flesh, each bite sent waves of electricity to my brain.

  Gasping between breaths, I scraped my nails down his back, the ripples smooth and flexing as he leaned in.

  Lifting his eyes to mine, hunger sat on the iced surfaces. “I haven't stopped thinking about you since I closed that door behind me last night.” The softness of his lips were velvet against my body.

  “Quinn, I don't think you understand how dangerous this really is.”

  “Do you think I'm afraid of danger?” He dug his hands into my thighs, forcing them open. Extending his arm to my throat, he pushed me against the wall. A whimper fell from my lips.

  Tilting my head to the side, he bit my neck. Tingles coursed through my veins, goosebumps arose from my flesh.

  He was taking control of me, taking what he wanted.

  And I was going to let him.

  Whispering into his ear I said, “I think you should be afraid of me.” My hands followed the lines of his tensed abs, his cock fully engorged, pushing its fat tip into my thigh.

  A wicked chuckle left his lips, sliding his cock up and down over my bare skin. “Maybe I should be, or maybe I'm just a man who craves danger, craves your fucking cunt.” Digging his thumbs into the creases where my hips meet my thighs, a deep growl filtered through the air.