Sweetest Sin: Bad Boy Bundle

by Delilah Wilde

  She snorted contemptuously, reminding me of one of those tiny little handbag dogs. Adorable, but vicious.

  “You're such a prick,” she said through gritted teeth. OK, that was too much. Banter was good but I didn't want the girl to hate me.

  “Hey, hey. I wouldn't be here if you didn't run me over, would I? Fuck, you hit me so hard my whole life flashed before my eyes. Actually,” I put my hand on the sore spot on my head, which had faded to only a slight throbbing pain and hammed it up, “I'm feeling kinda woozy. Maybe we should go to the ER.”

  To my surprise, the car screeched to a halt and Lola turned to me, a panicked expression on her pretty features. I wasn't exactly a top class actor so I wasn't sure how she had fallen for my woozy routine, but I didn't question it. If it worked it worked, and I was happy.

  “Holy fuck, are you OK?” she pressed her hand against my forehead, “You don't have a temperature. Does that mean anything? I don't know. Can you see OK? How many fingers am I holding up?”

  Seeing her in such an advanced state of hysteria was pretty funny to me but I decided to hold in my laughter. It was sweet really. OK, so maybe she was more concerned about a lawsuit than my well being but it was still cute.

  “Two fingers,” I said, enjoying the view of her breasts as she inspected the top of my head, “Is that how many you like? Two?”

  She pulled away from me and looked at me with disdain that would make a lesser man shrivel up in his seat. I stared her down until she looked away, a soft blush warming her cheeks.

  “You were faking it, weren't you? You don't feel woozy,” she said gently. I shrugged, allowing her to take that as confirmation of her suspicions. “You really are a prick.”

  I ignored that little jibe and decided to make use of our time together. There must have been a reason why this chick wasn't wet for me yet. A boyfriend or a husband maybe? That had never stopped me before. Maybe she was into girls? I tried not to get my hopes up about that one.

  “Do you have a guy at home?” I asked. She wrinkled her nose and looked at me.

  “What? What are you talking about? Maybe you do have a concussion.”

  “No I don't. I've had concussions and I know what they feel like. This ain't it. Look, sweet cheeks -Lola,” I corrected myself and when she glared at me and she gave a little nod of approval, “I just wanna know what I'm dealing with. You got an old man? A boyfriend? A husband? A sugar daddy?” Lola shrugged and sat back in her seat, seemingly losing all interest in starting the car up again. I couldn't say that I minded.

  “No, none of those.” she said. I couldn't tell from her expression if she was happy or wistful or sad or bored, or maybe all four of those things at once.

  “A girlfriend then? A lady lover? A bi-curious gal pal?” I said, and she shot me that same look of contempt.

  “You wish, perv.”

  “OK, maybe I do. But that means your single then?” I said hopefully. She laughed at my statement and nodded.

  “Yup, single as fuck. And I still don't want to sleep with you. I hope that doesn't dent that giant ego of yours too much,” she said, shooting me a daring smile. This chick really was feisty. I couldn't help but enjoy it. I wondered how that would translate into bed. I still hadn't given up on that. We still had a long car ride back to my place and I intended to make very good use of it.

  “Not as much as the dents in your car. Hey, I could have charged you for that and I didn't.” She gave me an over the top thank you gesture.

  “Look, I'm not usually a shit driver OK? I just have a very tiring work day with a really long commute. I was tired.”

  I didn't argue with her. She started up the car again and I gave her directions to my place. Like I said, I wasn't giving up yet.

  I listened to her go on about her bitchy boss at the magazine. It was called Catwalk. She said the name as if it was very impressive but I hadn't heard of it. That seemed to annoy her even further. “Why don't you just quit?” I asked and she shook her head, laughing spitefully.

  “I can't quit. It's my dream job, Vince,” she said, but that didn't make sense to me in the slightest. I decided not to argue with her. Lola obviously knew what was best for Lola. At least, that was what I let her think.

  Lola

  Hiding my attraction to Vince became more and more difficult as the car journey went on. He was arrogant, rude, abrasive and seemed to pick an argument with every innocuous thing that I said or did. I put on the radio and he told me that country music was for inbred hicks who couldn't read. When we got to the city a homeless guy washed my windows so I gave him a few dollars. Vince berated me, insisting that the poor man would only spend my money on drugs and booze.

  It shouldn't have been hard not to sleep with Vince, it really shouldn't have been. But somehow, it was.

  As I drove I couldn't help checking him out from the corner of my eye. The inside of the car was warm so it didn't take long for him to remove his leather jacket and toss it in the back. Underneath he was wearing a tight white t-shirt, stained slightly by dirt and blood. It was a thin enough material that I could make out every line and contour of his muscles. The guy was ripped. His arms were also decorated with a number of colorful tattoos that I hadn't been able to see when he was wearing the leather jacket. Fuck, tattooed men had always been my weakness. I had never been with one, they had always been too intimidating to me. The closest I ever came to it was my college boyfriend, who got Bugs Bunny tattooed on his ass when he lost a bet. That wasn't what I would call sexy and our relationship ended soon after, but I'd always wondered what it would be like to be with a real tattooed stud. Now that I had one sitting next to me, I found myself getting more and more distracted.

  I thought I was being subtle but then a smirk appeared on Vince's smug face. “Eyes on the road, sugar tits,” he said.

  I wanted to tell him to fuck off, to get out of my car and for fuck's sake never ever call me sugar tits again. I wanted to, but I didn't. A bigger part of me wanted him, though I wasn't about to admit that to myself. I could admire someone without fucking them, of course I could.

  “So, which neighborhood are you in?” I asked, trying to hide my agitation though it came out in my voice.

  “Oak street, take a left turn here,” he said, but my hands were frozen in place. He grabbed the wheel and turned it left and I took it from there, “Oh jeez, are you falling asleep again?”

  “No!” I insisted, putting my eyes back on the road, “I'm just surprised, that's all.”

  Oak Street was part of the wealthiest suburb in the city. I had driven through there on occasion and seen a lot of swimming pools behind wrought iron gates and beautiful women walking tiny dogs. I knew that my boss, Jennifer lived there with her equally rich husband (though if the rumors were true, they slept in separate beds at opposite ends of their mansion). There were also a few famous actors from soap operas and one or two former reality stars who had managed not to squander their money, but it was mostly CEOs and wealthy bankers. Vince couldn't possibly live here, could he? He read my mind.

  “Surprised that I have money?” he asked, smiling. I couldn't tell if he was joking or not and I didn't want to look at him in case he scolded me for not paying attention to the road.

  “Well, you said you were a mechanic.”

  “I am,” he replied, “I also own a few custom bike shops. You might have heard of 'Vinny's Bikes'? Yeah, that's me.”

  The name sounded vaguely familiar. My eighteen-year-old brother had been begging my parents for a bike last thanksgiving dinner, I was sure he had mentioned the place. My Dad had shut him down immediately, insisting that most of those bikes cost more than our house. Wow, so Vince did have money. No wonder he seemed so nonchalant about me wrecking his bike. He probably had a hundred others.

  I played it cool. I didn't want him to think that I was impressed by money. I wasn't, really. If all I wanted in a guy was money then I could easily reel in some old perv to buy me a new purse every time I blew him. That was what a
lot of my former college friends seemed to be doing. There wasn't enough money in the world to make me sleep with someone I couldn't stand. Still, it was impressive that Vince had been that successful. He must have been smarter than I gave him credit for. Playing it cool was definitely the way to go.

  “I might have heard of it, I don't remember. Anyway, which one of these palaces is yours, 'Vinny'?” I asked. The name sounded so stupid that Vince laughed at it.

  “Vince is fine. I'm just up here, number forty two. It's not a palace either, just a house.”

  The house was just as beautiful as its predecessors. If it wasn't for the motorcycle parts laying around the drive way then I wouldn't have believed that Vince really lived there. I wondered what it must be like to be as young as I was but with that much money. You could do whatever you wanted. The gate was open so I pulled up into the driveway, carefully weaving between the motorcycle pieces until I got to the garage. Vince pressed a button on his phone and the door opened, allowing me to park inside before it closed behind us.

  I stayed looking ahead even when the engine had turned off.

  “Most chicks are impressed with this place,” teased Vince, “You want a house tour?” “No, I really don't.”

  “OK OK, no house tour. How about a good night kiss then?” he asked mischievously. What a fool. He must have thought that I was in idiot if he expected me to fall for that one. Well I wasn't. I would show him.

  I turned and looked him straight in the eyes.

  “I somehow don't think that you're gonna peck me on the cheek, Vinny.” I said. He frowned at me. “I told you, don't call me Vinny. It's Vince, I just used Vinny as the company name cos it sounds friendlier. And I don't think you realize how lucky you are right now. Most chicks would give their left tit up to kiss me.”

  He was so disgusting, I just wanted to leave. At least, that was what I told myself. Now that I was getting him a bit aggravated he was turning me on even more. I had to keep that piece of embarrassing information to myself. If Vince realized that I really was wet for him I would never hear the end of it.

  “Right, well I'll be keeping both of my tits attached to my chest and fully covered, thanks. Now get out so I can leave,” I said sternly. Vince's frown deepened.

  “You really don't back down, do you?” he sighed, “OK, I'll settle for a kiss on the cheek then.” Seriously? Was he kidding me? After all that he expected a kiss on the cheek? He was luck that I didn't slap him across the face! That was what I should have said, but the words I spoke came out differently.

  “Fine, one kiss on the cheek. No touching anywhere else and you leave my car right away and open the garage door. Deal?”

  It was playing with fire and we both knew it but Vince agreed. I pressed my thighs together as he leaned in to kiss me and I could feel how aroused I was.

  Just hold on a little bit, Lola. When you get home you can have a bath and take out your frustration on the pressure taps in the bath. We can even stop in the sex store on the way home and buy a new vibrator. Whatever you do, don't kiss him. Do. Not. Kiss. Him.

  I bargained and pleaded with myself but it was no use. Vince's lips barely brushed my cheek for a second but I felt a shock run through my entire body. I hadn't been touched by a man in so long that I hadn't realized how much I had missed it. I needed this, even if it was a bad idea. I needed him, even if it was just for the night.

  I took a deep breath before I spoke.

  “That was a quick kiss,” I said quietly, “Almost too quick.”

  Vince raised one eyebrow at me and smiled, obviously intrigued by what I was saying. I hoped that he wouldn't gloat. Thankfully, he didn't.

  “Are you saying that I should kiss you again, baby doll?”

  “It's Lola, not baby doll. And...yeah, I guess so,” I said reluctantly. A part of me was hoping that he would reject me but I knew he wouldn't. There was no way.

  To my surprise, Vince grabbed my chin with one hand and ran his thumb over my lips, once and then once again. The second time I parted my lips and sucked his thumb just a little bit, making sure that he knew what I wanted.

  His eyes widened at the gesture and I could tell without looking that he was hard. Success. “Lola,” he breathed, before grabbing my face and kissing me hard. His tongue was hot and wet, darting into my mouth and working wonders before moving out and repeating again. His hand ran down my side, caressing my waist and the soft curves of my hip before grabbing my ass tight. I had forgotten how good it felt to be grabbed like that. His hands were so strong and calloused, a stark contrast to my own soft manicure. My body felt like it was on fire. I needed him to touch me everywhere.

  I pulled away from the kiss, wondering if it was too late for me to shut this down. It really wasn't a good idea, no matter how amazing it felt. I wasn't a one night stand kind of girl anyway.

  “Vince,” I said, but it turned into a moan as he began to kiss and nibble at my neck while rubbing my breasts. There was no going back now. I was too horny. I wanted him too much.

  I let him pull down the front of my dress and open the front of my bra to reveal my breasts. I could tell that he liked them by the look on his face and by the way that he couldn't stop pawing at them, kissing them and biting them in just the right places. I loved every minute of it and felt my body growing more and more sensitive with each touch. He was good at this. Too good. He must do this a lot, I thought to myself.

  However, my thoughts were soon interrupted by Vince's hand slipping between my legs. I didn't struggle or resist in any way. I wanted, no needed him to touch me and pleasure me the way no one had in so long.

  “You're all wet,” he whispered as he rubbed me through my panties, a smug smile on his face. He loved this. I wanted to slap him but he knew just how to touch me through that thin strip of lace. I didn't want him to stop.

  “Fuck,” I moaned, tilting my head back and giving in to the ecstasy, “Holy fuck you're good at that.”

  “That's not all I'm good at,” he said, winking at me. His fingers continued to rub my aching clit through my panties, providing just the right friction that I needed. I felt myself coming close to the edge all too soon. How could this stranger know my body so well? I hadn't even been able to give myself an orgasm until college. There was no time for me to think about it.

  “Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon,” I moaned, arching my back as Vince looked on in delight. He was relishing his power over me and I hated him for it.

  Worst of all, before I could give in to my desperately growing need for release, he stopped. “What the fuck?” I exclaimed, frustrated at his teasing. “Why'd you stop?”

  “It's not time to cum yet,” he said, a huge grin on his face, “There'll be plenty of time for that. Now take your panties off.”

  His smugness infuriated me but I was in no position to argue with him. I did what he said and wriggled out of my panties. To his delight I went one step further than that and removed my dress as well. Vince wolf whistled at the sight of my naked body.

  “Fuck Lola, you're so hot,” he said. It felt good to have a man talk about me like that, even if the man in question was a total jerk off.

  “I know,” I said, nonchalantly as I could, “Now how do you wanna fuck me?”

  I got the answer when Vince pulled me right onto his lap. There weren't that many options in my cramped little car anyway. This one was good.

  Vince watched as I removed his belt, tossing it to the side. I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, along with his underwear. His cock was a sight for sore eyes, to say the least. I couldn't help but exclaim at its size.

  “Holy shit!”

  Vince shrugged, looking pleased with himself. He obviously had this kind of reaction all the time. “It's a little above average I guess,” he said, purposely playing it down. I decided that his ego didn't need any more inflating and didn't engage with him anymore.

  Instead I took his hard cock in my hand and lined it up with the entrance of my pussy. It would be the biggest co
ck that I'd ever had inside me but that didn't faze me. I was too wet now for it to be a problem.

  I slid it inside me, wincing slightly at the girth. Vince grabbed my hips and pulled me down until it was all the way inside.

  “Fuck, you're tight,” he said. I didn't have time to respond as he grabbed me and kissed me as he held onto my hips and made them move up and down the length of his thick shaft. It felt incredible being filled up like that. Vince fucked me so roughly too, biting my tits and pulling my hair as he moved inside me. I knew I wouldn't last long.

  Vince continued to thrust into me, making me cry out in pleasure at every movement. How had I lasted this long without the feeling of a hard cock inside me? Vince seemed to know how to hit every nerve until my body was overcome with pleasure.

  “You gonna cum?” he grunted, as his cock continued to pound my pussy. I could only nod as the pleasure began to take hold. I gave one last scream of ecstasy and gave in, not holding back any longer.

  Vince kept going for a little bit more, moving inside my now highly sensitive pussy as I came down from my orgasm. However the pleasure soon got the best of him and he gave a low grunt, dug his fingers into my hips and came inside me.

  I stayed sitting on his lap for a moment or two, the two of us just panting and looking at each other. It wasn't long before the absurdity of the situation hit me and I sat back into the drivers seat. “Shit,” I muttered, “Shit shit shit.”

  Vince pulled up his pants and looked at me with vague curiosity. He didn't give a shit that I was distressed and I wasn't expecting him to, but he seemed mildly interested.