Love and War: A Bad Boy Romance (Small Town Bad Boys Book 2)

by Annette Fields

  Liam straddled my naked body on his knees as he gently secured the cuffs around my wrists, sliding a finger between my hand in the metal to ensure they weren't too tight.

  "How does that feel?" he asked.

  "Good," I replied. The metal felt cool against my skin and sent a wave of goosebumps across my entire exposed body. Or maybe that was just the way he looked at me, like he wanted to devour me like prey and worship me like a goddess at the same time.

  His fingertips trailed slowly down my arm. Every touch from him felt so erotic already and he hadn't even gotten started with me. I watched his sculpted torso rise and fall with his breath, the muscles flex in his chest as his hand trailed down to tenderly cup my face.

  He leaned down over me until the breath from his lips mixed with mine, his forehead touching gently to mine and his dark, hungry eyes filled my vision.

  "If you want any of this to stop," he told me. "Just say red. Understand?"

  I nodded, eager to receive and submit to what he had in store for me.

  "Speak up, beautiful."

  "I understand," I breathed. "Red to stop."

  He smiled the most wicked, sexy grin I ever saw. "Good girl."

  His mouth fell to mine, rewarding me with a kiss. His fingers trailed over my bare, naked skin like tendrils of fire, making me shudder with desire under his touch. This was what I wanted since that first night. For him to use my body for his own pleasure.

  I squirmed and bucked underneath him as he explored me oh-so-slowly, never getting enough.

  His mouth and his hands never broke contact with my skin. As his palms glided across my ribs, sailing over my curves, he kissed and tasted me from my neck down the center of my chest.

  My nipples hardened into the tightest buds, bundling all the nerves together for maximum sensitivity, but he ignored them at first. He teased me, kissing and cupping his hands around the undersides of my breasts, enjoying their weight and fullness in his hands.

  "Fuck, Hazel. You are just so perfect."

  His mouth closed over my nipple, eliciting a sharp cry from my mouth as I felt his teeth gently bite down and pull on the hard, sensitive peak. I strained against the handcuffs, unable to stay still if I tried. My nipples and clit pulsed with a tender, sensitive heat.

  He traveled slowly over the landscape of my body, enjoying and exploring every tiny hair follicle and skin cell. No part of me remained untouched by him and yet I could never get enough.

  My bound hands yearned to explore him in return, to taste and feel the expanse of muscles and texture of his skin. But I could only bite my lip as I stretched and writhed against him with the handcuffs still holding me in place.

  I would be good. I would let him have me. All of me.

  Sinking his fingers into the flesh around my hip bones, his tongue caressed its way further down, agonizingly close to the center of my heat but still so far away. I arched my back more, bucking my hips higher in his direction.

  He merely chuckled as he looked up at me, drawing lazy circles around my bellybutton with his tongue.

  “Do you want something, Hazel?” He knew the answer to that. He was toying with me.

  My face grew hot and I bit my lip harder as his eyes burned into mine, so intense and demanding. I had to look away, I still felt shy.

  When I didn’t answer, his palm sailed up my body, traveling over my breasts before his hand wrapped around my neck. He didn’t squeeze but held me firmly.

  “Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”

  He held me firmly enough that I couldn’t move my head or look away from him. But I felt his other hand gently stroke at my hot, wet folds, spreading my lips apart and circling around my opening.

  I let out a sharp gasp as his thumb pressed against my clit, caressing it in firm circles as his other fingers dipped playfully in and out of my wetness.

  The pleasure building up was almost too intense. It was too much everything all at once. How rough and dominant he was to handcuff me and hold me by the throat while he made my pussy feel so fucking good. Not being able to see what he was doing just added another building volcano of sensations coursing throughout my body, ready to burst at any second.

  Almost too much and yet my pussy clenched desperately around nothing. I felt almost completely hollowed out like a drum and couldn’t take the emptiness anymore.

  “Your cock,” I pleaded. “I need your cock.”

  He grinned, looking extremely pleased. He finally had me as putty in his hands.

  “What do you want to do with my cock?” he asked, still teasing me as he began to rub his incredibly hard bulge over my aching vulva.

  My whole body was so on edge, I could barely breathe. With every pulse I came more undone, a slave to the nerve endings firing off like miniature whips licking at the surface of my skin. All because of him.

  I licked my lips and used my last coherent bit of brainpower to speak.

  “I need you to fuck me.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  LIAM

  “I need you to fuck me.”

  No other words could be so pure and so raw, speaking directly to my lizard brain. It was like a switch flipped from rational human to ruthless animal of pure instinct and need.

  Hazel looked like a divine vision of beauty and lust laid out on my bed with her hands tied, arching and pressing against me. Her pert pink nipples stood at attention atop of the luscious swells of her tits, heaving rhythmically with her short, ragged breaths.

  Her ripe, wet pussy quivered as did her lips and thighs. She was teetering on the edge, yielding completely to whatever I gave her. I was torturing her in the best possible way and she knew it. My balls ached heavily and my cock pressed like a boulder against my zipper. Every cell in my body wanted to be buried inside her. This was torture for me too.

  I released my grip on her neck to unleash my cock from its prison. Her feet and thighs eagerly gripped along my legs to help pull my pants down. She wanted me so badly and every little way she expressed it was insanely sexy to me.

  Her lips parted thirstily and her eyes grew wide as my cock practically jumped out of my boxer briefs. I watched her face as I stroked it, feeling it grow even harder as she licked her lips and sucked her lower one between her teeth. Her thighs around my hips squeezed and pulled me forward.

  “Not yet,” I growled deeply.

  “Pleeeease,” she begged. “I’ve been so good.”

  “Whine like a brat and you’ll get punished,” I warned her.

  She eyed me with defiance and stuck out her bottom lip. I had to take a breath and stop myself from plunging right into her, she looked so sexy and bratty and in need of a rough, hard fuck to set her straight.

  But I wasn’t done using her for my own pleasure yet.

  I closed her legs and stepped over them so that I straddled her torso, holding her in place with my knees and my cock just inches from her face.

  “Suck my cock like a good girl,” I instructed. “And maybe I’ll let you come.”

  Never taking her eyes from me, she obediently stuck her tongue out and guided the swollen, bulbous head to her lips.

  I let out a groan and thrust ever so slightly into her mouth. I usually had great self-control but everything about her drove me so fucking wild. She might have been cuffed to the bed and pinned underneath me but she was the one who had true control.

  As she slurped and sucked my cock greedily, I could barely maintain eye contact with her. It felt too fucking good and she looked like my wildest wet dream.

  I distracted myself by pinching her sweet, perfect nipples which only made her moan and squeal with my cock stuffed in her pretty mouth. The vibration of her voice over my shaft and balls only made it harder to concentrate on not blowing my load straight down her throat.

  My hands traveled over her creamy, soft skin. Her body was an absolute male fantasy, I could just touch and look at her all night and be satisfied.

  After taking my time to meander over her gorgeous
belly, hips, and thighs, I pressed my hand hard against her hot, soaking pussy.

  She bucked her hips so hard she almost threw me off. Her eyes searched mine desperately, pleadingly without missing a beat as she sucked my cock. I smiled down at her in reply as my fingers found the stiff bundle of nerves and pressed into it.

  Such a good, beautiful girl deserved an orgasm.

  Her whole body shuddered violently as she came and it was a beautiful sight. Her skin flushed with heat and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. And yet she still diligently held my cock in her mouth.

  I withdrew reluctantly from her lips and cupped the back of her neck as I brought my mouth down on hers. Kissing her with everything I had, I pressed the full length of my upper body against hers. Mine, she was all mine. Mine to please, tease and tear apart.

  My cock lined up with her entrance, the pulsations of her orgasms caressing the head just as her mouth did. She drew her hips up, eager to receive me and I finally gave her what she wanted.

  “Ohhhh!”

  We moaned in unison as my cock head pushed past the threshold into her depths, suddenly enveloped in such heat and tightness the pleasure was overwhelming.

  “Oh my God, Hazel,” I heard myself say as my hips propelled me further and deeper. Her pussy closed in all around me and I couldn’t get enough. We were such a perfect fit. She was the lock to my key.

  And fuck me, she looked so beautiful. I sat up to admire the view as I gave her the fucking she begged me for.

  With her hands still cuffed above her head, she couldn’t anchor herself to control how much she took. She just had to take what I gave her and goddamn, she took my cock like a pro.

  I dug my fingers right where her hips connected to her waist. That curve fit my hands perfectly as I pounded relentlessly into her little pussy. Her perfect tits bounced hypnotically on her chest with each of my thrusts.

  Her face was pure bliss with her flushed cheeks, half-closed eyes and open mouth letting her sweet moans and whimpers of pleasure escape.

  Yes, this was what I wanted after that first night. This was what I missed and I had to take it all in.

  I leaned down over her, bringing my face close to hers as I caged her between my arms and never messing up the rhythm of my cock sliding in and out of that hot, slick, paradise.

  Her sexy green eyes stared into mine as she captured my mouth with kisses, sending those sweet little moans directly into my brain.

  “You’re so beautiful, so perfect,” I murmured drunkenly. “I can’t fucking get enough of you.”

  “You’re so good to me,” she purred back. “You make it hurt so good.”

  I pressed her hips down into the mattress and began thrusting deeper, eliciting sharp yelps of surprise from her.

  “You want more of this?” I snarled. “You want it to hurt more, baby?”

  “Yes! Oh God, yes!” she cried, pulling hard against the handcuffs. “Fuck me harder!”

  I fucked her with all my might, pounding at her sensitive flesh as I felt her gush even wetter and wrap around my cock tighter. Her next orgasm seemed to last for minutes and her screams echoed off the walls.

  I fucked the best pussy I ever had until all my limbs went numb and all the feeling in my body concentrated into the base of my spine before exploding throughout my veins. Stars dotted my vision as her inner muscles milked the come from my cock greedily.

  Before collapsing into exhaustion, I remembered to grab the handcuff key and release Hazel’s wrists.

  I pulled her into my chest, my pulse still through the roof as I massaged and kissed her wrists where the cuffs left bright red marks.

  “How was that?” I asked through gasping breaths. “You okay?”

  “Way more than okay.” She grinned from ear to ear before nuzzling under my chin.

  I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her own pulse racing in unison with mine.

  “You’re staying the night,” I said.

  It wasn’t a request.

  I said it in my dominant voice but really, I just needed her here. To feel her beautiful soft body against me during the night and to see her gorgeous face first thing in the morning.

  “Mm-hmm,” she agreed and kicked the duvet and sheets down for us to curl up under.

  I drifted off to sleep with her soft skin in my arms and her sweet smell in my nose, feeling more alive and happy than I had in years.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  HAZEL

  I had a wonderful dream that Liam went down on me and completely devoured my pussy.

  As I slowly awoke in his bedroom bathed in soft morning light, the wonderful sensations between my legs never stopped.

  I wasn't dreaming.

  Liam's short dark hair, which I just noticed was faintly peppered with gray, moved back and forth between my legs as his mouth did wonderful things to my pussy.

  His hands gripped under my thighs firmly as he sucked my clit and labia into his mouth, then released them and flattened his tongue against my entire vulva. Delicious shivers ran up my spine to my fingertips and toes.

  I reached down to scratch my nails over his scalp so that he knew I was awake but he didn't stop.

  Not that I wanted him to, I just wasn't used to waking up to such a nice surprise.

  He lapped up greedily at my pussy until I came. All it took was a few seconds of his magical tongue zeroed in on my clit like a laser before it fired off like a mini volcano.

  "Good morning, beautiful," he said with a smile as he slowly traveled up my body, planting kisses on my naked skin along the way.

  "It is now." I returned his smile as I panted from my orgasm. "That was an awfully nice way to wake up."

  "Well, you gave me an awfully nice way to fall asleep."

  He braced himself on his arms on top of me, muscles flexed and bulging and I realized his cock was rock hard. My breath hitched as I realized he was hungry for me again with more than just his mouth.

  Gently he lowered himself until we were fully skin-to-skin. My hands spread across his wide muscular back so I could feel even more of him. As much as I loved being restrained last night, touching him felt incredible in a different way.

  He slid his arms underneath my back to hold me against him. When he kissed me, I caught the faint taste of my own pussy on his mouth which only made me wetter.

  His stiff cock pushed past my swollen labia to enter me, making me break our kiss and lean my head back to moan and arch against him as it filled me up so deliciously.

  When his lips weren't on mine, they kissed sensually along my neck and my shoulders. Rather than the hard, impaling thrusts from last night, he rocked his hips against mine. He still penetrated me deeply and stretched my still-tender pussy to its limits, but this felt so different from last night.

  It was intimate and sensual. No less passionate, but more emotional than raw and animalistic. Liam taught me that I enjoyed pain, submission, and losing control to him. But I also loved this.

  "You feel so good," I breathed into his ear as I spread my hips wider, trying to take even more of him because I could never get enough.

  "You feel incredible," he replied and kissed me hard with his eyes fully open and staring deeply into mine. "You are incredible."

  Emotion washed over me so intensely that I felt on the verge of tears.

  I love you! screamed my brain when I looked up at him but I bit my lips, not daring to say it out loud.

  Could it be true, though? Physically, he made me feel pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. Emotionally he made me feel safe, comforted, and like I was walking on clouds.

  "That's a good girl. Come for me again."

  My pussy clenched around him while my hips bucked wildly as if controlled by someone else. I was so caught up in my head that I didn't realize I was having an orgasm. He knew even before me.

  With a final, deep thrust, his body shuddered as he emptied his heavy load inside me, my orgasm milking the come from his own.

  After both our orgasm
s subsided, we stayed wrapped up in each other for who knows how long. A tangle of arms and legs that we never wanted to separate from. We might have even fallen asleep again for a few minutes.

  I suddenly felt his cock withdraw from me and just opened my eyes when I felt him kiss my cheek.

  "Let's get in the shower, beautiful," he said, running a hand down my side and over my hip and thigh. "Then let's get breakfast."

  "Mmm, in a minute," I murmured. "I gotta recover from those orgasms. Not sure if my legs work yet."

  He let out a throaty chuckle and kissed my neck before delivering a playful slap to my ass.

  "I'll run a bath and get it nice and steamed up. I think you'll like the jets too."

  I heard his bare footsteps pad to the master bathroom and turn on the faucets a few seconds later.

  Lazily I flopped to his side of the bed and inhaled deeply, basking in his scent from the sheets. With a contented sigh, I hugged his pillow and curled into a ball as I tried to straighten out my thoughts.

  Do I really love him? This was our second real date. Is it even possible to fall in love that fast? And if it is, should I tell him?

  “RING! RING! RING!”

  The jarring noise from my cell phone jerked me back to reality. I got up from bed and walked across the room to where my purse sat, wondering who'd be calling me this early.

  My screen displayed an unknown number. Cautiously, I answered it.

  "Hello?"

  "Hello, is this Hazel Forsyth?" asked a raspy voice.

  "Yes, speaking."

  "This is Angie Dower, I own the dry cleaning shop on 4th and Main. I heard you're doing marketing consultations?"

  "Yes!" I said too loudly, my heart thumping with both relief and excitement. "Yes, absolutely. I'm just getting my consulting business off the ground so I'm doing free sessions for the time being."

  "Well, I would love to meet with you. I'm trying to reach more customers and could use some ideas."