My Personal Bad Boy

by Bethany James

  “Anyone ever fuck your ass?” He asks.

  I’m too wrecked to pull away, not that I wanted to. “No.”

  His finger presses against my hole but not in. “Bad girls love anal.”

  I can’t help it, I laugh. He moves his finger away and goes back to stroking my cheeks.

  “You good to drive home?” He asks.

  If I was any less sated I might have stiffened at his nonchalance. Instead, I appreciate it.

  “I need the feeling to come back into my legs first. Then I’m good.”

  He chuckles giving both of my cheeks a squeeze before pulling out. With a soft push of his hand, I topple over to one side. Boneless, I stay there, unconcerned with my nudity.

  Wes moves around the bed, pinching the tip of the condom and pulling it off. He ties a knot at the end and then tosses it somewhere, hopefully in a trashcan but I don’t lift my head to confirm it.

  His cock is soft now, and way less intimidating. Part of me feels like I deserve one of the tee-shirts you can buy after riding a rollercoaster, I survived the Wesosuarus Cock, or something like that.

  Not wanting Wes to have to mention my leaving again, I push myself up on one arm and stretch out my legs, flexing them to make sure they’ll work.

  Then I sit up all the way. My shorts and blouse aren’t far so I grab them and get dressed. I get Wes doesn’t want me to stay the night; I respect how upfront he was about it. Still would have been nice if he asked.

  He’s pulled on a pair of loose pajama bottoms. They hang low on his hips, accentuating just how sexy his abdomen is.

  Look away Nicole.

  “I’m going to take off,” I say, heading toward the door, then I pause and say, “fuck, my purse I left it downstairs somewhere.”

  He motions for me to follow him. “I remember where it is.”

  “Do you think it’s still there?” I ask.

  He laughs as he opens the door. “Trust me. Everyone down there is only thinking about getting off.”

  He leads me down the stairs, pausing to relock his door once we’re both through it. Then he makes his way to the kitchen. My purse is on the table, completely undisturbed despite the three couples fucking near it.

  He passes it to me. “Um, thanks.”

  “I’ll walk you to your car.”

  The scene in the living room is a repeat and then some of what was happening in the kitchen. Damn, I’ve seriously been missing out.

  Once we reach the car I blurt, “are you going to fuck anyone else tonight?”

  It comes out before I have a chance to stop myself and I cringe at how telling my words are.

  He tilts his head, his eyes examining my face in the dim light of a streetlight. Then he shakes his head. “Don’t plan on.”

  “Thanks for the orgasms,” I say, trying to take the attention away from what he might do when he walks back into the house.

  He grins. “I’ll be in touch.”

  I’m halfway home before I realize Wes never even asked me my name.

  Three days go by before I hear from Wes again and when I do, it’s a text.

  - ready to walk on the wild side again?

  There’s no point playing games.

  - sure

  His response is just as fast as mine.

  - come over

  Grimacing, I look at the time on my screen. My shift doesn’t end for another hour.

  - I’m still at work. I don’t get off until 9

  Lifting my thumb to my mouth, I chew on my nail as I wait to see what he says.

  - I’ll get you off all right

  That makes me laugh. I’ve tried so hard not to think about him. It seemed silly to get my hopes up that he’d even talk to me again. Now that he has, I can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement that he wants to see me again.

  Covering my phone with a sheet of paper I glance around to make sure no one saw me. We’re allowed to have our phones at work but we’re not supposed use them unless it’s an emergency or something. When I’m sure no one is paying any attention to me, and all of the kids are still playing nicely, I reply.

  - sounds good

  He doesn’t reply. The rest of my shift is like waiting for a pot to boil. It drags on forever. Twenty minutes later, I only have one kid left to watch and he is half asleep watching cartoons.

  Dragging a chair to sit next to him, I keep him company and reminisce about all of the things Wes did to me. The way he touched me has been playing on a loop in my mind ever since I left that party.

  Each night I’ve had to make myself cum at least twice before I can go to sleep. He was easily the sexiest man I had ever met. Considering that I work at a gym and see hot guys all the time that was saying a lot.

  “Hey Nicole.”

  I jump, and turn my head to the sign in desk of the kiddie zone. One of the personal trainers is there; his hip leaned against the desk.

  “Oh, hey Josh. What’s up?”

  He lifts his hand and gives me a flirty smile as he motions for me to come over to him. Glancing down at Christian, the little boy I’m watching, I realize he’s passed out. Getting up quietly, so I don’t wake him, I head over to Josh.

  “Everything okay?” I ask in a hushed voice once I get closer to him.

  “It will be if you go out with me this weekend,” he replies.

  That is so unexpected my jaw drops. Quickly, I recover myself. “Like as friends?”

  Josh is easily the hottest trainer at the gym. It’s embarrassing to see the way women and some men throw themselves at him. Becky, who works the front desk told me he even has a hundred thousand followers on Facebook, Instagram or Twitter, maybe all three, I forget. He does those bodybuilding competitions and has won a bunch of them.

  Becky said he’s loaded too and doesn’t even need to take clients anymore but he does it for fun. It’s his hair everyone goes crazy over. Even I have to admit, his hair looks better in a bun than mine does.

  I heard there was a video of him on the internet demonstrating how he puts it up that has over a million views. It may have been because he was shirtless.

  Either way, nice as he is, he’s never made a point to ask me out.

  “Like as a group?” I ask.

  He wets his lips before he replies, “Nope, just you and me.”

  I blink. “Really?”

  He laughs and starts to say something but stops when Christian’s mom walks up. The sign in desk to the kid zone is not small; in fact it’s probably twice as long as your standard office desk. That fact does not stop Christian’s mom from standing so close to Josh, they’re touching.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” she says, acting like it’s a surprise to her that a huge guy is right there. She puts her hand on his bicep. “I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

  Bullshit.

  Josh looks amused but apologizes for being in her way and moves a few steps down the desk. I hand her the sign in clipboard. She sets it on the desk, points her ass in Josh’s direction, then bends at the waist to lean over and scribble her name on the form.

  Seriously?

  Glancing over at Josh, I almost snort when I notice he’s looking at the ceiling. Poor Christian’s mom.

  Once she’s done signing her name, I collect the bag Christian came with and pass it to her. Then, I gently pick up a still passed out Christian and start to put him in her arms but she stops me.

  While I stand there, holding her son, she turns to Josh and pouts. “It’s so hard to carry him and my gym bag. Is there anyway you could walk us out?”

  He’s a nice guy so I’m not surprised when he says yes. It’s the boob graze that happens as I shift Christian from my arms to his that surprises me. Was that intentional?

  “I’ll be right back,” he says but I stop him when I notice the time.

  “I get off now and have to,” go hopefully get fucked hard. “Be somewhere. Do you work tomorrow?”

  He looks genuinely perplexed that I’m not going to wait for him and then says, “W
hat time are you working?”

  Easing past him and Christian’s mom I look over my shoulder and say, “three to nine.”

  I give them both a wave. It’s funny how they both look confused, only Christian’s mom was looking at Josh while he was looking at me.

  Josh asking me out, that was the truly crazy thing. Maybe he needed an objective girl to go shopping with him and pick out the present he plans to give to his girlfriend, if he has a girlfriend. Heading to the break room, I type my employee id into the computer and log out. Then I book it to the locker room where I have a change of clothes waiting for me.

  Sometimes I run errands before or after work and I don’t like doing it in my uniform. Plus, I work with kids, so I get puked on regularly. The outfit I wore to work isn’t that cute. Grimacing when I see my reflection I decide to keep a cuter outfit in my gym bag going forward in case of emergency.

  For now, my jeans and plain green tee will have to do. After I refresh my deodorant and lip-gloss, I head to my car.

  Getting to Wes’s place is easier the second time around. After I park, I text him to let him know I’m there.

  His response is.

  - the door is open. Come up to my room

  Like he said, the front door was unlocked. It’s strange though, just walking into a house that isn’t your own. Nervously, I crack the door, and peek my head around it. The coast is clear so I step inside and close the door behind me.

  Then I head straight for the stairs that lead up to Wes’s room. His door is open. Once I’m through it, I stutter to a halt when I see him on the bed with a girl.

  He’s on his back, arms behind his head, fully naked. She’s kneeling next to his waist, wearing a bra and panties and jerking him off.

  Watching another girl touch him hurts enough to have me twisting my body toward the door, and escape.

  He sees me. “Close the door behind you.”

  Wait, he wants me to stay?

  “And get undressed.”

  I know I said I wanted to kiss a girl in my ad but this seems like way more than that.

  As if sensing my hesitation, Wes says, “Don’t you want to be bad?”

  Gulping, I nod before closing the door behind me. Giving myself some mental encouragement, I step to the side of it and start to slip off my shoes. A sound from the left makes me look that way. There’s a guy, sitting in a chair watching the girl jerk off Wes.

  “That’s Gus,” Wes says and my eyes go to him.

  He tilts his head in the direction of the guy in the chair and repeats, “Gus.”

  Looking back at Gus, I lift my hand and wave, not sure what else to do.

  “And I’m Zoe,” the girl jerking Wes off says, not breaking her rhythm.

  You wanted to live a little I remind myself.

  “I’m Nicole, but um, everyone calls me Nic.”

  Wes smiles. “Now that everyone is introduced, how about you get naked and get your ass over here.”

  As I undress, it strikes me that I recognize both Zoe and Gus from the party. Gus and Zoe were part of that threesome we shared a bed with. Zoe was the one who had asked if I was all right.

  Something about that settles the nerves tumbling around in my gut. Once I’m undressed I make my way over to the bed and stand on the side opposite to where Zoe is kneeling.

  Wes puts his hand over Zoe’s, stopping her. Then he surprises me by standing up, right on his bed.

  “Ever been with another woman Nic?” he asks.

  Pressing my lips together, I shake my head.

  He reaches down and lazily starts to stroke his cock.

  Just looking at it makes me gulp. I want to taste him again.

  “Do you think Zoe is sexy?”

  My eyes move from his dick to the pretty blonde kneeling across from me. She’s beautiful, her pale hair falling past her shoulders, her full breasts straining against the cups of her bra, to her slim waist and her rounded hips.

  She licks her lips and I stop wanting to taste Wes again and start to wonder what tasting Zoe would be like.

  “Yes,” I whisper and Zoe shifts.

  Did what I say make her wet?

  “Good. I want you two to suck my dick together. Kiss each other around it.”

  Holding her eyes, I wait for her to make the first move. This is apparently the wrong thing to do. Wes bends over and pinches my nipple, hard.

  Gasping, my eyes shoot to his. “Put your mouth on my dick.”

  His words and actions should offend me but they don’t. His roughness, and his unapologetic demands turn me on. Bracing myself against his leg, I scramble up onto his bed and start to lick his cock.

  Zoe joins me from the other side, our tongues brushing against each other as we pleasure Wes. Our mouths meet around the tip of his cock, my tongue caressing him, his piercing and her tongue. It’s simultaneously ridiculous and sexy. I’m on the verge of laughing and spontaneous orgasm all at the same time.

  “Gus, tell Zoe to get naked.”

  Keeping my mouth on Wes’s dick, my eyes move across the room to Gus. He’s taken his cock out and is now slowly jerking off.

  “Zoe, take off your clothes.”

  She sits back. “Yes, Sir.”

  Reaching behind herself, she unclasps her bra and slides it off. Then she shifts her panties over and down her legs. As soon as she’s fully undressed, she gets back on her knees and resumes licking and sucking Wes’s dick with me.

  “Tell her to spread her legs so Nic can find out how wet she is,” Wes says, resting his hand on the top of my head.

  “Spread your knees pet,” Gus orders and Zoe complies.

  Holy shit, did he just call her pet?

  Wes’s hand on my head becomes a fist in my hair. “Put your fingers inside her cunt and tell me how wet it is.”

  When he fisted my hair, he tilted my head back so I’d look at him. Holding his gaze, I blindly reach out in front of me until I find her.

  Her skin is so soft; my fingertips trail down her stomach to her pussy. Keeping my touch gentle, I slide my hand between her legs. For a moment, all I do is cup her. Then her hips shift ever so slightly either in annoyance that I’m taking so long or an invitation.

  Either way, I accept. Starting with two fingers, I push inside her. She is drenched. Pressing my thumb to her clit, I ease my fingers out and then push them back in.

  “I want Zoe to return the favor,” Wes tells Gus.

  “Finger her pussy Zoe,” Gus replies.

  Before I have a chance to wonder more about Zoe and Gus’s relationship, she presses at least two fingers into me. Fuck that feels good.

  It hits me right then that I’m fingering a chick while sucking cock. My bad girl checklist is definitely getting a workout. Wes’s hand loosens in my hair and he pulls away from both of us.

  “You want to lick her pussy Nic?”

  Without his cock in my face, I turn my attention back to Zoe. She’s gorgeous, sexy and so wet against my fingertips. I want to do way more than like her pussy. I want to cup her full breasts and toy with her nipples so I can find out if they’re as sensitive as mine are. I want to taste her plump lips and thread my fingers in her hair as she continues to finger fuck me.

  Since it seems like Gus is the one in charge of Zoe I look in his direction and nod. He stands, his hand still pumping his cock and approaches the bed.

  Once he reaches it he fully undresses and stretches out across it, his head on one of the pillows.

  “Fill your ass with my cock pet,” he commands.

  Whoa, doesn’t she need a bit of prep work for that first?

  My fingers slip from her as she moves to him. This is clearly not her first time. With sure movements, unconcerned at her audience she takes his cock in her mouth.

  She bobs up and down quickly and when her mouth lifts there’s a string of saliva coming from it.

  Okay, I guess that works too. It’s not something I’ve ever witnessed before outside of porn I’ve watched online. Is the spit thing
the norm?

  When she begins to straddle him he stops her and then turns her so that she’s facing away from him. He grips his cock, lining it up for her and she eases right down on it.

  He isn’t as girthy as Wes but he’s still hung so I’m amazed at how quickly she takes him all the way in.

  They both groan once he’s fully seated. Oh my. Anal isn’t something I’ve ever contemplated because of the whole exit only thing and my not so small fear that I’d poop on the guy.

  The way they both look right now has me reconsidering my whole anti up the butt stance.

  “Can Nic explore?” Wes asks, his eyes on me.

  It isn’t a surprise that it’s Gus who responds, “yes.”

  Wes swats my ass, the sting of it making me groan. “Have at it bad girl.”

  Explore? That’s a bit vague.

  “Anywhere?” I confirm.

  “Anywhere I’m not fucking her,” Gus replies.

  Dropping to my hands, I crawl between his legs. With the aid of his large hands at her waist, Zoe is moving up and down on his cock. When I reach her, my mouth is level to her belly button so that’s where I start to kiss and taste her.

  Her skin is warm and subtly smells like sugar cookies. My lips move upward as I move onto my knees. Her breasts are the next stop of my journey.

  I hover touch my palms to them, her skin barely brushing against mine as she moves. There’s a part of me that wants to squeeze them hard then pinch and twist her nipples until she cries out. Is that want what I desire? Does my arousal increase when the hint of pain is there?

  She isn’t me and it would be impolite to touch her roughly. My hands move until they’re cupping her, my thumbs brushing her nipples.

  My pussy clenches as they tighten against my touch. She watches me, her lips parted. My mouth is dry. Wetting my lips I lean forward and kiss the underside of her breast. My hands move to grip her sides, above Gus’s hands as I stretch upward to keep my mouth on her as she moves up and down.

  Her breast rests against my cheek and I kiss up it to her nipple. Once my lips close around it I find her eyes again and watch her expression as my tongue flicks the tight bud.