by CJ Bishop
“This isn’t over,” the guy muttered and stepped back toward the driver door of the Camaro. He pointed at the woman—Caterina, he’d called her. Lovely, sexy name. “You mark my words, Cat.” He jerked open the door and climbed inside. A moment later, he sped out of the alley.
Flynn watched him go then looked at the walking fantasy before him. She shifted her eyes from the retreating vehicle and met his stare. Up close, she was doubly delicious. Her chest heaved with quickened breath, causing her perfectly rounded breasts to rise and fall hypnotically beneath her thin white button shirt. Flynn imagined biting off each of those pearl-white discs as her blouse came open, exposing her soft scrumptious mounds.
“Thank you,” the woman offered sincerely.
“I didn’t do anything,” Flynn said. “Other than stand here and look…stunningly handsome.” His mouth jerked with a flirty smile.
“Besides that,” the woman smiled. “You just being here helped. He would have gotten forceful if you hadn’t shown up.”
His eyes traveling down her long, slender legs, Flynn murmured, “Something wrong with those sexy ball-crushing boots? Trust me, one swift kick would have dropped him and reduced him to a pathetic wailing heap.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Speaking from experience?”
Flynn chuckled and nodded. “I am.” He shrugged sheepishly. “I haven’t always been the gentleman you see before you.”
“Gentleman?”
“You don’t like gentlemen?” He lowered his arms and stepped off the concrete stoop, thumbs hooking in the front pockets of his jeans. “A sexy lady like you probably prefers a bad boy, huh?” He tsked and shook his head. “Just my luck. I finally give up my wild ways and the girl of my fantasies wants a bad boy.” He glanced down the alley then back to the woman. “Wasn’t that a bad boy you just sent packing?”
“That was an asshole,” she said. She looked him over rather thoroughly. Could she see his package swelling? Her eyes lingered on his crotch, so he supposed so.
“Were you just getting my hopes up…” Among other things. “…when you asked me to take you with me? Because if so, that was a damn cruel thing to do to a nice guy like me.” His smile stretched, as did other parts of him.
Come on, baby, I know you want me. Don’t get shy on me now.
•
The man was cocky. Sure of himself. Knew what he wanted. Yet, unlike Armand, wasn’t attempting to just take it; he was letting Caterina come to him. Allowing her to decide where this night would take them. And that turned her on like crazy.
She had never picked up a man before. She had done plenty of flirting and teasing, but in the end, if a date resulted from it all—it was always the man who made the final call and asked her out. Not that she’d had many dates. It wasn’t easy slipping an “approved” date past the boys at the house. They had delighted in putting the fear of God in her potential suitors—just to keep them respectful and mindful of where they put their hands on her body. Needless to say, after her prom date, not many passed ‘interrogation’.
Armand hadn’t come close to measuring up to their standards, but Caterina had been in a particularly rebellious state of mind at the time, and Armand was charming as hell—and gorgeous as fuck. And her libido was in high gear, her body aching like mad for some intimate male attention. Her defiance had backfired on her, though.
She wondered if this guy would pass inspection with her boys? It shocked her that they let her out tonight without much objection, knowing what she was going to do. But maybe the fiasco with Armand had taught them a lesson, too—their overprotectiveness could be smothering and cause her to do things that she otherwise might not do. Who’s to say she would have dated Armand if she hadn’t felt so locked down?
Don’t even make excuses, girl. You would have fucked him no matter what. And dated him afterward.
“A nice guy?” The way the man was devouring her with his eyes, she wasn’t sure ‘nice guy’ was the proper term. But neither did he seem predatorial. “Why did you give up your wild, bad boy ways?”
He laughed lightly. “To save my balls, for one.”
Caterina nodded. “Good reason, I suppose.”
The guy chuckled. “I thought so.”
Everything about this man was causing a sensory overload and her inner core muscles began to throb, causing an ache to spread through her pelvis and down her inner thighs, dampening her panties. “So…” she discreetly cleared her throat, not wishing to appear too eager to get in his pants. “If I did go with you…where would we go? What…would we do?”
He flashed a charming smile. “Lady’s choice.”
Caterina pursed her lips thoughtfully, her heart racing furiously. “I’m not sure a nice guy could fulfill my…desires tonight.”
“Nice guy?” his smile twitched. “Did I say I was a nice guy?”
“Yes, you did.”
“You must’ve heard me wrong. I didn’t say that.”
“Then you’re not nice?” Caterina queried.
“Well, now…” the guy took a couple casual steps toward her and shrugged. “A man can be nice in a very…bad, pleasurable way.”
“But you gave up your bad boy ways.”
He stared in her eyes, turning her insides to quivering jelly. “You can’t rehabilitate a natural-born bad boy. He can fight his nature, suppress it. But deep down, that bad boy is still there, just waiting to assist in making an evening…” he sighed, eyes heavy with want. “…exciting.”
Caterina shivered with delight. She stepped forward and held out her hand. “I’m Caterina,” she said softly, sensually. “And you’re just what I’m looking for tonight.”
“Flynn.” He grasped her hand, his strong fingers squeezing with just enough force to inspire another shiver. He had nice hands; masculine. Hands that could set her body on fire and burn her down.
Flynn. Her skin tingled and prickled with anticipation.
•
Flynn resisted the need to pin her against the alley wall and fuck her right then and there. The heat rising in her dark eyes insisted she wouldn’t object. Rather than releasing her hand, his grip shifted and held her more securely as he motioned toward the entrance of the alley. “My car is parked across the street. Shall we?”
Caterina let him hold her hand while they left the alley and crossed over to the mini-mart where his maroon Viper sat in the parking area at the side of the store. He opened the passenger door and held it for her as she climbed inside.
“Very nice car,” she said when he was seated behind the wheel. “You have good taste.” Her gaze lingered on his face, a small smile settled at the corners of her mouth. He looked at her lips—full and delicious—as he shoved the key in the ignition.
“Yes,” he murmured, staring at her. “I do.”
She startled him by leaning over and kissing him on the mouth. Flynn thought maybe she startled herself, as well, because she hesitated as soon as her lips touched his and the kiss faltered. Their eyes locked and suddenly everything went crazy. Flynn crushed her mouth and dragged her onto his lap, her lower back shoved against the steering wheel as she clutched his head, sucking and biting his lips, then her tongue was in his mouth, sucking his appendage hard.
Flynn’s cock strained against his jeans as Caterina ground her firm ass against his crotch. Fuck. Flynn dug open her blouse and grabbed her tits as he tore out of the kiss and engulfed a thinly-laced rigid nipple, sucking with such force that Caterina cried out and clawed the back of his head, pulling his face against her chest.
“Uuhh!” Caterina gasped and began to rock on his cock. “Oh my God…I want you to fuck me…so hard.”
Flynn squeezed her ass with both hands and pushed up to her, grinding his throbbing, confined dick between her thighs. An instant later, his hand was down the front of her pants, fingers slipping between her soft wet folds, rubbing her swollen button. Caterina nearly screamed, and gyrated her hips, her slick pussy working against his fingers desperately.
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sp; “Yes…oh God…oh fuck, make me come…uuhh!”
Panting erratically around her stiff nipple, Flynn massaged her with greater urgency until the woman was screaming and convulsing with a powerful orgasm. Flynn sucked her tit hungrily, his balls tight and about to burst, as he continued to rub her clit and pulled another fierce orgasm from her on the tail of the first.
Caterina clung to his head, gasping and trembling. “Take me somewhere and fuck me senseless,” she whimpered and pushed his head back, kissing his mouth hard. “And please hurry.”
Before he exploded in his jeans, Flynn returned her to the passenger seat, cranked the Viper’s engine, and tore out of the small parking lot.
CHAPTER 4
“Fire in the Night”
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Caterina’s heart pumped erratically, her inner core muscles still pulsing and aching. Her whole body was on fire and her senses sparking like the Fourth of July. The car sped down the street with Flynn guiding it with skillful ease. Caterina stared at his hands gripping the wheel and could still feel his strong fingers in her moist heat, rubbing her sensitive button. She shivered, her clit throbbing.
Her eyes dropped to Flynn’s bulging crotch. Sitting on him, she could feel his hardness straining to get at her. It felt like he had a lot in there. She hoped so.
Flynn didn’t take them to a hotel—but rather his apartment.
Caterina didn’t have time to size up his living quarters. As soon as they stepped inside, their clothes started coming off and Flynn had her in his bedroom moments later.
Seconds after he strapped on a condom, her back hit the bed and pressed into the soft blankets as the weight of Flynn's body pinned her beneath him. Caterina whimpered when Flynn smothered her mouth in hard kiss and shoved his hips between her thighs. Welcoming him without resistance, she opened her legs and wrapped them up around his waist, her heels gouging into the small of his back.
A firm grunt forced up Flynn's throat as he sank his cock to the very bottom of her tight pussy, pushing in hard, grinding at the door to her womb.
“Fuck!” Caterina gasped and dug her nails into his shoulders. She thrust herself onto his dick, arching to him, aching for him to just cut loose and fuck her like a wild man. “Give it to me! I want it...oh god...I want your cock so bad!”
Strong hands clamped her wrists and shoved her arms above her head, rendering her defenseless as he rammed his cock into her hard, deep. A strangled growl erupted from him, followed by a myriad of staggered grunts. The bed rocked and smacked against the wall, rattling the framed pictures, threatening to knock them loose to come crashing to the floor.
“Fuck me!” Caterina cried and rolled her hips against his, wanting him deeper, craving the force of his thrusts. Make it hurt so good, baby!
Where one moment she was filled to capacity – the next she was empty, his cock withdrawn as Flynn slid down her body. Hot tongue and strong lips assaulted her breasts, teased her stiff nipples until she was nearly screaming in frustration, needing his hardness back inside her. She squealed when his teeth clamped onto a sensitive nub, bit just hard enough to make her buck against him, then her throbbing flesh was encased by his flaming mouth, sucking away the slight pain.
Oh god!
It occurred to her that her hands were free and she grabbed his hair in fists, squeezing, tugging. His tongue traced patterns down the center of her stomach, causing her muscles to quiver and jump. Scalding breath seared her damp skin as his tongue plunged into her naval. She bucked reflexively and whimpered, gouging his scalp.
Sweet tension grabbed her when his lips touched the course, neat hair trimming her pussy. Oh fuck yes, baby!
Caterina raised her hips to his handsome face, inviting him to plunge into her wetness and lick her clean. She gripped his hair with more force and tried to push his face into her heat.
“Flynn – please!” she begged shamelessly when he dragged his tongue along the outer edges of her pussy lips, licking up her slick juices, sucking the nectar from her bush. “Stop fucking teasing me!”
Flynn was suddenly looming over her, his strong, fevered body hovering just inches above her, his stiff cock rubbing against her lower abdomen. His eyes burned into hers, but behind the lust and hunger – something else lurked. Something alive and powerful, pulling her in, beckoning to her. Caterina's chest clenched and her heartbeat skipped erratically, startling her. What the hell? She dug her fingers into his back and lifted her body to his, ignoring the sudden disturbing effect he was having on her.
A slight resistance then he was back down between her legs, fingertips spreading her open, hot tongue dragging up through her split to tease her clit.
“Oh, fuck yes!” Caterina cried. A shiver rushed through her as his tongue slithered all through her pussy then stabbed deep inside her, fucking her. She whimpered sharp and clutched his head, fucking his tongue. “Oh god, Flynn!” She sucked in a sharp breath and bit her lip hard as the orgasm tore through her.
Flynn continued to tongue-fuck her until the orgasm began to release her, then sucked her juices and licked her clean. Then he was on top of her again, his cock head touching her pulsing heat, nudging the entrance. She was so wet and slick it would take only the slightest push for him to slip inside.
He let his body relax and drop down against her, dragging a short, hard breath from her when his cock buried itself deep inside her wet pussy. His arms wrapped around her and squeezed her against him. He shoved his cock in harder then began to fuck her with an urgent, yet controlled rhythm. His mouth found her breasts again and sucked her nipples with tantalizing force.
“Oh Flynn...” Good God, the man knew what he was doing.
“Caterina,” Flynn groaned and his lips were on hers again. His rhythm intensified and he thrust his cock in with increased urgency. He gasped into her mouth through their hungry kiss and rolled his hips against her with a skill that far surpassed Armand’s talent.
A sudden desperation gripped his body and his arms tightened, crushing her. Throwing off all reservation, he fucked her madly, shuddering the bed, driving his cock into her in rapid succession.
Caterina's cries burst from her tight throat, she clung to him, fucked him with equal desperation.
Flynn panted hot against her mouth, his fevered body rocking hers with added force as his orgasm rose and swelled, ebbed inside him. He shoved in harder, deeper, possessing her very essence. She clung to him fiercely and fucked him back, pumping herself on his cock, craving his orgasm as well as her own. And it was right there – in them both.
“Flynn!” She choked hard and her body arched, convulsed, and she gave it up. Her nails punctured his flesh and she screamed.
A strangled wail wrenched out of him and he slammed into her, his balls bursting, filling the condom with a load of cum. “Fuuuck!”
He fucked her erratically, emptying himself completely, before his body began to lose its tension and sag down against her.
•
Flynn had known their first time around would be quick and intense, he’d been prepared for that. He hadn’t been prepared for the other; the sudden surge of emotion she’d sparked inside him. When he’d looked into her eyes, it wasn’t just a lustful woman he saw, aching to get fucked. He saw so much more. She wasn’t out on the prowl tonight simply because she was horny. She was running from something, a deeper inner hurt. And it didn’t take a genius to guess who had inflicted that pain.
The man from the pub materialized behind his eyes; what he and Caterina had had together, he’d been the one in control—to the extent that he’d had Caterina convinced she was sincerely in love with him. She wasn’t. Flynn understood this merely by the way she had fucked him. She was a woman seeking—craving—a different kind of man than the one she had just left behind. She wouldn’t be looking for something new if she truly desired the old. Yet there was surely a part of her that remained convinced she still loved the man, despite his cheating ways and shit-ass at
titude. Would she eventually submit…and go back to the bastard?
And that concerns you…how? Her issues are none of your business. You’re just here for the fuck, remember?
Why did he have to remind himself? He never had to remind himself when he was with a woman.
Caterina lay beside him, her breath unsteady and quick, her firm body flushed and glistening with sweat. She didn’t speak; waiting for him to tell her to leave now that the deed was done? That was usually how this scenario played out. Though he was typically the one who got up and left because he never brought women back to his place, rather a hotel or someplace equivalent—but never his apartment. So, why had he brought Caterina here? And without even thinking about it?
Flynn didn’t have the answer and that disturbed him. He wasn’t looking for anything long-term. There was too much about his life—about himself—that a typical woman wouldn’t understand or wish to be mixed up in. His family wasn’t exactly the kind of people a person brought a girl home to meet.
Releasing a low, stiff exhale, Flynn left the bed. He swiped off the condom as he entered the adjoining bathroom and closed the door, dumping the used rubber in the small wastebasket by the sink. He stared at himself in the mirror, studying his image, gazing into his own eyes, seeking understanding about why he was letting this woman get to him. His reflection was as clueless as him and offered no much-needed answers.
He urinated then turned on the shower, started to step in, and paused. He walked over and opened the door. Caterina remained where she had been when he’d left her; lying on her back, eyes on the ceiling…looking like a sexy angel that just fallen from heaven and landed on his bed.
The sound of the shower, along with a plume of steam, sifted out through the bathroom door. “Want to join me?”
Caterina looked at him, mildly shocked by his invitation. She had thought this quick fuck was it.
