Bad Boy Revelation (Alpha Bad Boy Book 1)

by Howell, Sloane

  "He's coming over, he's coming over," Brandi says rapidly under her breath.

  "Ok, Brandi. I got it. Just relax."

  "Hi ladies," he says. Good lord, even his voice is hot.

  "Hello," says Brandi.

  "I'm Joel."

  Confirmation, it's him, Jesus my palms are sweating. What in the hell?

  "Ladies," says his friend.

  Talk to the friend. That always drives them crazy. His friend is semi-cute. I'd probably find him more attractive if he wasn't standing next to the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

  "Hey," I say flirtatiously. "What's your name?"

  He looks surprised. I can imagine he feels like the girls when they're out with me. They're not used to getting attention.

  "Ummm, Tommy," he says.

  "Well, ummmm Tommy, I could use a drink. You wanna go grab one?"

  "I'm Joel," he interrupts.

  "Yeah, that's great," I say in the most sarcastic tone imaginable.

  I turn back to Tommy.

  "So how about that drink?"

  I wink at him. He gives Joel a sheepish grin and I can tell it's eating at him. Good, you piece of shit.

  "Why, I'd be delighted my lady," he says, offering his arm for me to take hold of. It's pretty cute, only because I can tell he's joking and rubbing it in Joel's face.

  I grab his arm and head off to the bar, leaving Joel with Brandi. His jaw is damn near on the floor. I'm sure to shake my ass a little as I walk away. That'll give him something to jerk off to later.

  Tommy and I get to the bar and he orders two scotches.

  "So, I don't think I got your name?"

  "Oh, sorry, I'm Quinn."

  "Nice to meet you, Quinn."

  "Do you work out?" I ask him. I start rubbing on his arm. It's pretty obvious, but guys are dumb. Joel is biting his lip at the table with Brandi, continually glancing over at us. I look back and Tommy is staring at me, but he's not checking me out. He has a perplexed look on his face.

  "What?" I ask.

  "Really? What the fuck is going on here?"

  Maybe he's more astute than I thought. I'm going to play dumb anyway.

  "What do you mean?"

  "Look, enough with the bullshit. You're a 12, I'm an 8.5, most of the time." He cracks a smile, must be an inside joke. "Joel over there, he's a 12. Something is going on and I want to know what it is. You trying to make him jealous?"

  This guy is sharp, it makes him more attractive.

  "Ok, you got me. But—you're easily a 9.5," I say with a smile.

  He still doesn't buy into my bullshit.

  "He did something to you, didn't he?"

  I look down at the floor without thinking. It's an obvious tell.

  "Your friend, he did something to one of your friends. You're getting back at him. Devilish fucking women, I swear. It's the redhead isn't it?"

  "Hey, don't be an asshole. And how could you possibly know that?"

  "Hah! I knew it. She's the only girl he's recently hooked up with in here. He's been working off site."

  He starts laughing and I am seriously confused. I don't know whether to knock his ass out or laugh with him.

  "Well, you don't have to be a dickhead about it."

  Fuck, I've ruined the whole thing. Oh well, I have better shit to do anyway.

  "Excuse me, miss? Don't make me wash your mouth out with soap," he says.

  I start laughing. This guy is a riot.

  "Look, if you want to get back at him, it's cool with me. His ass could use a reality check, but he better not find out that I know."

  I smile at Tommy.

  "Deal," I say.

  "Now go back to feeling on my arm. That shit makes me feel strong and manly."

  I nearly shoot scotch out of my mouth. I like Tommy. I can tell he's a good friend.

  "So here's the deal—" I start to say.

  "I don't even wanna know. I want to hear about it from him later. Just know he's a good guy. He just likes the ladies, a little too much sometimes."

  "He is one beautiful fucker, isn't he?" I ask, gazing over at Joel, trying not to look interested.

  Tommy puts his hands up under his chin with his arms on the table, looking like he has a schoolgirl crush.

  "Oh yes, he's just dreamy. McDreamy loverballs."

  "You should have your own TV show, seriously."

  "So what's up with Brandi? She's cute."

  "You can do better, she's boring. You need an intelligent girl."

  "You don't understand. I'm in a drought. It's like the Great Depression in my pants."

  "Trust me. I'll find someone for you."

  "Well thanks, and just so you know, Joel is relentless. He won't stop until he has you."

  "I'm planning on it."

  ***

  We're over at the table and I'm flirting with Tommy. He's playing along and I think it's making Brandi a little jealous. I now have a double mission. I have to drive Joel crazy, but prevent Brandi from hooking up with Tommy. He can do so much better.

  Joel keeps trying to get close to me and I keep scooting away, pretending he's not even there. God, his fucking eyes though, and those lips, and that gorgeous smile. My panties are in a fucking knot, and they are not even close to being dry. I find myself being jealous of Livi. I wouldn't mind having him go to town on me under the table, it's been a while. A girl has needs, but I must remain strong.

  It's finally unavoidable and Joel is standing next to me. I keep giving him one or two word answers to everything he asks. It's driving him crazy. Fucker.

  "So, what do you do, Quinn?"

  "Marketing."

  "Oh yeah, anything specific?"

  "Not really?"

  He's dumbfounded. I can tell he's used to having girls gush over him. That's right you handsome bastard. I'm going to leave your balls blue and aching. He reaches for his drink and rubs up against my hand, it's obviously on purpose. It sends a wave of nerves firing through my body. I'm getting flustered, but I manage to play it cool and pull my hand away.

  "Sorry about that, was an accident."

  No it fucking wasn't, you arrogant prick. Somehow the topic of sex comes up and Joel looks like he's in heaven. I stare at him and pretend to look disgusted, even though I'd like to take him out back and fuck his brains in.

  They're all trading war stories. I can't take much more of hearing Joel. It's making me hot and simultaneously irritated. I find myself jealous of Olivia again. If only I'd gotten to him first, then I could have him. Now I never will.

  ***

  Some time has passed and I've gotten more comfortable around Joel, perhaps a little too comfortable. I've had three scotches now and I'm starting to loosen up. I decide it's time to start the flirting. I have to make him think he's getting laid tonight.

  "I'm going to get another drink. Joel, you want to come? You look a little dry."

  "Absolutely."

  I throw Tommy a wink and he smiles.

  We walk up slowly to the bar and I start to order. Joel puts his hand on my lower back, trying to be nonchalant about it. It sends a shudder up through my shoulders. I hope he didn't feel that. I love the way he touches me.

  He leans over my shoulder and whispers, "Can you grab me a Glenfiddich on the rocks?"

  He lingers, exhaling down my neck and my panties are officially drenched. This fucker, I think it's my turn to play.

  "Sure babe, you got it."

  I bend far over the bar to get the guy's attention. When I lean back I put my ass right in his crotch and rub it gently on his hard prick. God damn, his cock is hard and perfect as it presses into my ass. Everything about him is perfect.

  I hear him grunt a little bit. My ass has that effect sometimes.

  "Oops, sorry about that."

  "Don't worry about it," he says, trying not to look aroused.

  "You should register that thing as a deadly weapon." I nod towards the bulge in his pants.

  "I could say the same about that ass of y
ours."

  I giggle a little. Jesus, stop acting like a girl. This guy is getting into my head. I know I'm in his though.

  "You want to get out of here?" he asks.

  "What about Tommy?"

  "He's a big boy. He has a driver's license."

  "You'd just bail on your friend? Isn't that kind of shitty?"

  "Not to leave with you. He'd understand."

  What a prick. He's going to pay for that as well.

  "So you're going to give me a ride home?"

  "Sure, I'll give you a ride."

  My eyebrows perk up and feign interest. What a cheesy line, you're better than that, Joel.

  "Ohh, a ride huh?"

  "Yes, ma'am."

  "What kind of ride?"

  "Just a ride to your house. I'll drive you home."

  Does this shit really work? I'm losing respect for every victim of his corny lines.

  "I think that sounds—fun. What kind of car do you drive?"

  His eyes light up.

  "A '67 Fastback."

  Panties completely saturated now, must recover.

  "That's a fast car. My ex-boyfriend had a '67. A Shelby GT 500."

  A dejected look crawls over his face. What's wrong Joel? You jealous? Feeling inadequate now? My last boyfriend drove a Prius and was a tool bag, but you don't need to know that. You don't need to know that if it weren't for Olivia, I'd probably fuck your brains in, riding you on the hood of that muscle car and making you scream my name over and over.

  "That's ummm, a nice car. I love Shelby's."

  That's right, bitch.

  "Oh my god, I was so in love with his car. He was a surgeon at the children's hospital. We were actually engaged, so technically he was my fiancée."

  He's getting ridiculously jealous. I'm laughing on the inside. I don't know if it's a good idea to have him give me a ride home though. His car is guaranteed to make me all hot and excited, and then there is no telling what might happen.

  "Sounds like a great guy," he mumbles.

  "He was, but he decided to marry his job. He went to work in Africa. Doctors without borders was his calling. I couldn't stand in the way."

  Where do I come up with this shit? I can't believe he's still standing there. I've one-upped everything about him. I need to flirt a little more to balance it out.

  I grab his tie playfully.

  "I love this tie. It looks good on you."

  "Oh yeah?"

  "Yeah. I know something else that would look good on you."

  "What's that?" he asks playfully.

  I lean in to his ear and whisper, "It's a secret."

  "Oh really?"

  "Mmmmmhmmmm," I say, nodding my head slowly and smiling.

  I grab the two scotches that are sitting on the bar.

  "We better get back now."

  I brush my ass up against his perfect cock as I walk by. His eyes close and his knees knock together. I own your ass, Joel. You're going to be jerking off for weeks. No amount of pussy will compare to the thought of having me, and you will not be having me.

  ***

  It's getting late and I'm actually getting tired. Physically anyway, I could stay up and watch Joel squirm all night. It's obvious he's not used to this kind of treatment. Maybe if a woman told him no once in a while he wouldn't think he could fuck whomever he pleases. Cocky bastard.

  "Guys, I'm gonna have to get home and get to bed."

  "I'll give you a ride," Joel says with a wink. "Tommy, you're good, right?"

  "Yeah boss, good to go."

  "Well, ok then. Brandi, I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask.

  "Yep, see you then."

  I walk by Tommy and whisper in his ear. "Do not hook up with her. I will find you a good girl, ok?"

  "You promise?" he asks. I love that guy. He's such a good friend. I'm sure Joel's probably a good friend to him as well, just an asshole when it comes to a girl's feelings.

  I look at Joel and smile. Ready for your balls to ache, big guy?

  We walk out towards his car. When I see it I almost lose my shit right then and there. It is fucking beautiful. It should be illegal for a man as hot as him and drive such a gorgeous beast.

  I try not to look impressed, but it's difficult. He opens the door for me. It's actually kind of nice.

  I mean to say thank you, but all I can do is sit there and anticipate him firing up this magnificent panty-dropper.

  He turns the key and she explodes under the hood. I am on fire as the energy rushes through the seats. I am so fucking hot right now. I want to yank his pants off and ride him so fucking bad. I can't stop looking over at his bulging prick and he knows it. God, the thought of it just a few feet away has me hornier than I've ever been in my life.

  I have to remind myself every two seconds to think of Livi. She would murder me if I fucked him. Seriously, she's pretty crazy. I might just wake up with a knife to my throat.

  "It's a rush isn't it? Riding in this car?"

  "It's ok."

  He looks irritated again. It's not the reaction he was hoping for.

  "Where do you live?"

  "Fifth and Nashville."

  "Well, alright then."

  He hammers the gas and forces my chest into the seat. I'm so fucking aroused. I can see him staring right at my tits. They get attention wherever I go, and the rumbling of all eight cylinders has them bouncing non-stop, even with a bra.

  It's time to do a number on this guy, for Livi of course. I'm going to drive this fucker insane. I've had just enough booze to get dirty and it'll help get rid of the urge to ride his cock all fucking night.

  "Your car makes me so fucking wet when we go fast."

  He swerves a little while I smile, watching him squirm in his seat.

  "I can't fucking help myself, I'm so god damn horny right now. It's been a while."

  I start rubbing on my tits, right in front of him. I tweak my nipples a bit and moan as the vibrations of the car make my clit ache for him.

  I move another hand down my stomach slowly and he watches it disappear into my jeans. I have my eyes closed, secretly imagining him touching me, running his tongue along my thighs and up to my moist lips.

  I start to rub on my clit, trying to imagine it's his fingers and forget that it's my own. I open my eyes wide and stare right at him. He's shifting in his seat and I can imagine him dreaming about fucking me. I remember every inch of his cock from rubbing my ass against it and I think about taking it in and out of my mouth, and feeling it inside me.

  He reaches over for my left breast and I smack his hand away.

  "Just enjoy the show, you lucky bastard."

  I run my hand up my shirt and grab at my breasts over the top of my bra.

  "Is this why you brought me in this car? To get me all fucking hot and wet?"

  "Hell yes it is."

  I unbutton my pants and pull them to my knees along with my soaking wet panties.

  I shove my hips up in the air and grind on my fingers, circling my clit, while he stares down at me. He's looking in disbelief and almost takes out a mailbox. I'm moaning and grunting as I imagine him shoving himself into me over and over. I can feel the tension building inside. I can't believe I'm playing with myself in front of this guy. I've never done anything like this before.

  I start hammering my fingers in and out, drenching his seat in my juices.

  "Ohhhh, fuck," I moan.

  He can barely speak. Apparently he's never had a woman finger fuck herself in front of him. I thought this guy was some kind of master in the bedroom?

  He reaches over again, this time going for my pussy that's filled with my two fingers. I take my other hand out of my shirt and smack his hand away again.

  "Bad boy! Wait your fucking turn."

  I look over and see him rubbing on his cock, going insane. Watching him stroke his dick, knowing how bad he wants to fuck me, makes me want him even more. I look up and realize I'm going to have to get off soon. My house is coming up shortly.
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  "Ohhhhh, fuck!" I scream.

  I start circling my little jelly bean with my thumb and jam my fingers in and out of my tight, hot tunnel. I'm about to come all over the seat of this beautiful car and I don't care one bit.

  "Oh my god, I'm gonna fuckin' come!"

  I pull my fingers out and slap my swollen mound, before plowing them back inside me, hammering myself even harder than before. My pussy, legs, and hips are now officially drenched. I can feel my juices running down my thighs onto his seat. He doesn't care one bit. He's too busy watching me finger bang my little cunt right in his face.

  "There it is, there, there!!"

  I reach with my left arm and grab hold of his forearm as I convulse in his seat, my fingers as far inside as they can reach. I pause as I squeeze myself around my them and my legs straighten into the floorboard. An intense surge of tingling and heat radiates through my body and ripples to my toes and fingertips. It is fucking intense and I dig my nails in his arm so hard that I draw some blood.

  "Fuck!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "Fucking shit, my god!"

  I wrap up as we pull down my street.

  "There it is, right there," I say, panting uncontrollably.

  I point to my house and he pulls up in front. He starts to lean over as if it's time for him to join in. I push him away and pull my panties and jeans over my hips and button them back up. I give him a quick pat on the cheek and then stare down at the blood dripping from his arm. He looks like a confused little boy who just had his favorite toy taken away.

  "Thanks for the ride, I had a great time."

  I hop out of the car and start to walk inside. He sits there, awestruck. Wow, I don't think I've ever had an orgasm like that. He is one beautiful bastard. I'm sad that I'll never get to fuck him. Actually, I'm not sure if I could handle it or not. I could barely contain myself getting off in front of him.

  I turn around and stare at him through the open window.

  "By the way, Olivia says to go fuck yourself. Prick!"

  I shoot him the finger and walk to the house, shaking my ass as I head up the steps, then look back to see his mouth wide in disbelief.