Bad Boy Romance: Bad Marine (Bad Boy Military Romance) (Alpha Bad Boy New Adult Contemporary Male Stories)

by Joyner, GP

  And he told her that, all these months, the thing he'd been worried about, the thing he'd fretted and worried over, the thing that kept him awake at night, had been abandoning his friend. Leaving him for dead in the woods while he lived a life of blissful happiness with the most wonderful woman in the world, when he doubted whether Preston would ever have done the same cruel thing to him were the situation reversed.

  And he told her that he loved her more than anything. That everything about her made him smile when he considered her, and that he would never trade that feeling for anything in the world.

  And he told her what he believed to be the truth, that her love was the only antidote that could cure a man of the disease of uncertainty and fierceness, that her beauty was the only music in the universe capable of soothing the savage beast.

  And when he laid out what he had in mind, the admittedly risky plan that would either save all of their lives or destroy them, it may have been getting swept up in the mood that led Victoria to the response that she gave- it was impossible to tell, her eyes moist with tears and her heart beating like a drum in her chest.

  But almost immediately, she said yes.

  Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

  And the room had burned with an emotion that is beyond the capability of words to describe.

  Now, a thick cloud of white obscured the ground upon which they stood. The air became thick and humid and insufferable, but pure, and oh so sweet. The bathroom door was closed shut behind the three of them, and the roar of the shower could have been the most perfect sound in the world as they waited for the water to heat up.

  The three of them melted together in a collective embrace, the two naked men and Victoria, still in her work clothes, their three warm bodies pressed into one as they discovered one another, each of them as though for the first time in their lives. Kisses flowed from lip to lip in a slow, wet circle, all three of them participating adamantly in the proceedings. Terry and Victoria devoured one another, tasting each other's perfect mouths, their heads light with the newness of the situation, and separating quite reluctantly, as Victoria turned, biting the bullet, and leaned in to her next anxious victim.

  Preston's flavor was entirely new, completely distinct, but utterly delectable, as their lips smacked and popped and slid against one another, sucking, slurping, tongues flowing from mouth to mouth like water, each seeping into one the other as though to become acquainted with the new and the foreign in as timely a manner as possible.

  Then, much to all of their surprise and delight, Terry and Preston began to kiss as well, perhaps swept up in the moment, or perhaps experiencing the ultimate culmination of so many years of their isolated camaraderie. They touched one another, wrapping their bodies together as their lips worked and slid, their penises pressed together between the weight of their sweaty bodies, turning Victoria on beyond belief. She began to touch herself at the splendid sight, pushing the loose lips of her pussy around and around and around, until Terry reached over from the sidelines and took over for her, still kissing Preston, and stretching her out wide, pressing his middle finger against the tender pink button of her clitoris. She moaned with passion, closing her eyes, disbelieving the erotic and glorious turn their relationship had unexpectedly taken in such a short and sudden span of time.

  Around and around and around their kisses flowed in this manner for quite some time. Terry's lips on Victoria's, Victoria's lips on Preston's, and Preston's lips on Terry's, spinning in a dizzying circuit, Victoria's hands, all the while, clenched around the shafts of her two lovers' throbbing penises, stroking them into a frenzy, pumping and pumping and getting her fingers absolutely drenched in jizz.

  They began to undress her, evening the playing field as they peeled her out of her clothes one article at a time. Their palms slid along the soft plains of her body as they tenderly denuded her, peeling off blouse, skirt, unhooking her bra and sliding it down along her shoulders, and at last someone's fingers hooking into the wispy fabric of her thong panties, and peeling them down along her thighs, to her ankles, all the way down to her knees.

  And at last, utterly bare and exposed with the two of them, she allowed herself to be whisked into the shower.

  The scalding hot stream of the water felt absolutely wonderful on her skin, though no more so than the application of her two studly lovers as their firm, powerful bodies clasped in around her, sandwiching her between the two of them. In front of him, properly enough, stood Terry, their lips pressed onto one another, his hands on her ass, pulling him into himself so that his throbbing cock stabbed her quite beautifully in the stomach, then compressed vertically between their two heaving abdomens. Her breasts pooled up against his chest as the two of them began to kiss, and he seized hold of her right leg, hoisting it up to around his waist in a manner that screamed of the desperation the two of them suddenly felt.

  Preston closed in behind her, meanwhile, crushing her beneath the weight of his body, the erection she'd grown for him manually now grinding between the plump, sumptuous cheeks of her ass, pushing up and down without penetrating, the friction driving her insane with lust. He reached around from behind and cupped his hands around her titties, digging his fingers into them and driving her mad with nerves, all while leaning in, and beginning to run kisses around her perfect throat. She was growing lightheaded, wanting nothing more in that moment than to moan her pleasure to the world, but unable to do so past Terry's sweet lips.

  When at last Terry did pull away, she was breathing far too heavily to even make a sound, her eyes wide with disbelief at what was happening, but all the while wanting more, more, more...

  Terry leaned back in, and began to let his kisses fall down along her body. He started on her cheek, planting a light, sensual peck on her flesh, then moved down to her neck, on the opposite side from which Preston was currently nibbling upon. This time she did moan, shaking with pleasure, and Terry continued his way, down, down, down. As he arrived at her breasts, Preston removed his palms from her nipples, and pressed the two succulent tits together, squeezing them into a single bulging mass, the nipples growing harder and harder as Terry sucked and nibbled on them, driving her wild.

  Down, down, all the way down, until finally her eyes went wide, and her knees began to shake. His tongue slurped and lapped around the folds of her tender pink vagina, devouring that pussy with such expertise that her nerve endings burst, crackling sensations through her body in several long, relentless waves. He worked her up so thoroughly that she could feel herself shooting through the dark delight of orgasm in record time, her thighs closing in around his bobbing head as though to absorb him into her throbbing, anguished cunt, the shower momentarily disappearing beneath the endless haze of her pleasure, and all the world a white hot sensation.

  The next thing she knew, she was draped atop Terry's body, straddling his waist, his arms wrapped around her as the two of them made out on the floor of the tub. She felt Preston's heat as he knelt down, and wrapped his fingers around her boyfriend's penis, giving it a few tender strokes with his fingertips, before bending it up to her, and sliding it gently into her vagina. “Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh fuck...” she moaned as he pushed it into her body, inch by inch by agonizing inch, until she could feel Terry's immense scrotum pressing up against the lips of her twat, at which point she sighed with relief, knowing all the while that this would be but a mere half of the story.

  Now Preston's weight was added to the pile as he brought himself over to the two of them, mounting the collection of limbs, and joining them in their coital union.

  “FUCK... FUCK... FUCK...” Victoria moaned, as carefully Preston entered her, her very first double penetration, stretching her body to an extent that was absolutely fucking agonizing. He pushed and pushed inside her, the combined girth of the two men both painful and delightful beyond description, until after considerable amount of time he pressed down all the way, and the three of them simply froze for a moment, trying to wrap their heads around the great, depr
aved, and wonderful thing that they'd all just accomplished.

  And then, they tore into her.

  Their penises smacked into her cunt like two pistons into a too-small shaft, the throbbing erections grinding against one another through the tight, slimy crook of her pussy, pounding and pounding and pounding her like she'd never been pounded before. They pumped and humped and fucked and destroyed, slamming into her body so hard that she thought they might end up knocking her off of themselves, and just when she thought they couldn't fuck her any harder they defied her expectations, screwing her fucking lights out, cramming and stuffing so much pulsing masculinity into her agonized femininity that she thought she might die from the sweet, sweet cruelty of the sensations.

  WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

  And with a final, fierce fuck they slammed themselves into her and held their bodies pushed into place, pinning her into her pleasure, her head spinning through the clouds, shattering into a million billion pieces with climax. Preston's cock throbbed and throbbed and throbbed, then ejaculated in a white hot explosion of fluids, pouring through her insides in torrents, and in turn coating Terry's still thrusting erection in his seed, setting him off in turn. Pelt after pelt after pelt of additional sperm came pulsing through Victoria's pussy, mingling with Preston's own in such thickness and abundance that it came spilling back out of her body, dribbling down along Terry's shaft, spilling down his testicles, and seeping at last into his anus, a thought that was Victoria's last before the beautiful terror of orgasm ripped through her body, blasting away all thoughts, and making her feel warm and safe and wonderful beyond comparison, wrapped as she was in the powerful, muscular arms of her two beautiful wolves.

  For the first time in their lives, all felt right in the lives of the three panting, satisfied lovers.

  THE END

  Blood Lust

  Paranormal Romance

  By: G.P. Joyner

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  Betty Steele sat Indian style in a corner of the school stage, eating lunch and staring across the quad. She had silver-colored eyes. Today, she opted for a pair of orange capris and a black and orange faded short sleeve shirt accompanied by black roman sandals. She found that it was safer to be a loner the majority of the time, given her circumstances. She hadn’t quite fit in the any of the groups or cliques that she spotted around campus. She felt awkward being around a crowd. Betty’s articulation astounded her peers and some of her professors. Being a bookish individual, she had learned to become observant to those who were safe to have conversations with versus those who were too lackluster to hold her patience.

  Homecoming was approaching fast. The college spirit dispersed by the different activities on campus tickled her senses. As much as she wanted to participate in school activities, she kept a low profile. Deciding that she needed a quick escape from reality, she disappeared into book she had picked up at garage sale a couple of blocks from her apartment complex when on the jocks from her class approached her.

  Javier Romero, who stood at 5'9" with dark hair with green eyes and a body honed from playing soccer most of his life, kept an eye on Betty. The first time she spoke in class she had a sweet, sultry voice that made people sit up and pay attention. It was almost hypnotic. He sat down across from her, being careful not to invade too much of her space. He knew she didn’t volunteer in class that often. Javier just assumed Betty was shy.

  Betty scrutinized him with avid curiosity, but didn’t utter a word. Really paying close attention, Javier noticed her eyes, which captivated him.

  Feeling unnerved, she finally spoke. "Is there something wrong?" Her voice emerged softly and with such gentleness that the words seemed to just linger in the air, hanging like magic.

  "No, I mean, I don’t mean to stare, but your eyes are so beautiful. This is not a pick-up line either, but, man."

  "Thank you, but you do know who I am, don’t you."

  "Yes. You always sit in the first row, three rows in and two seats back, which puts you two seats in front me in our English 101."

  "Given the fact that you know my exact location of where I sit at, is there something in particular that you are aching to ask me, or are you here for a staring contest?"

  Looking down at her watch, it was just about time for her to go to class. She could hear the voices in her head again. Closing her eyes, she put a barrier up to block out the thoughts. She was already feeling awkward how it would look with her freaking out in front of him. She had to go. Wiping her behind off from sitting in the glass and grabbing her bag, she started to depart.

  "Wait, please, I am normally not a Neanderthal." He grinned, embarrassed. "Are you going to the Homecoming game?"

  "I don’t go to those things." If the circumstances were different, I’d join you in a heartbeat—if I knew you wouldn’t freak out about what I am.

  "Come on. I would love to see you in the stands rooting for us. Don’t you like soccer?"

  Betty smiled. "It’s not a factor of liking soccer. I love watching the sport. Unlike most girls, you charm doesn’t work that well on me."

  Her vertebrae began to tingle. Shaking her head, Betty began walking away from the conversation abruptly, not realizing the pair of eyes that were watching her didn’t belong to Javier.

  Dressed as a student, Drew sat on the bench in the courtyard, looking like he was texting, as Betty rushed by him. As soon as she was out of earshot, Drew made the phone call.

  “Yeah.”

  “Found her.”

  “Are you sure it’s her?”

  “Looking at the picture you gave us, yes, it’s her.”

  “Good. Find out where she lives. Watch her for a couple of days, and then we will decide what to do.”

  “What if she changes?”

  “Let’s just pray it doesn’t get to that. The last time it happened, chaos ensued, and we end up killing the subject. Let’s try to avoid that this time.”

  “Yes, Mr. Steele.”

  This only intrigued Javier more about her. How was Betty able to block his thoughts? No one he had ever met had the capability of completely blocking his suggestion. Curiosity fostering his desire, he had to find out if she was like him. He began to scurry along after a flurry of thoughts and caught a trail of ill intent towards Betty. Javier searched the students in her general area, but just as quickly as he had felt and sensed the presence, it vanished.

  The next day, he was going to ask her about it. He had to know if she was like him. What could be the possibility of finding someone with the same gifts as him? His parents thought there was something wrong with him in the beginning. Javier didn’t talk much, but he picked up on emotions of those around him and geared his intentions to them. something about his thoughts distracted her from theirs. He liked what he saw, and it wasn’t all about sex. He sincerely wanted to get to know her.

  Since Javier had to be on campus for practice the next day anyhow, he figured why not arrive early, in an off chance that she would be in the same spot. After all, she was a creature of habit, so maybe she would be in the same place. His wait paid off when he saw her. She was spreading a small blanket down on the ground to sit and eat lunch. He wished he could have done that for her. Shaking his head—where had that thought come from—and pushing the thought aside, he watched her and waited.

  Betty began to devo
ur her food. She ate with such gusto he wondered if she was eating properly at home. Today, she donned a beige scoop-neck t-shirt with a matching lacy light teal one beneath it and a brown and white floral mullet skirt. She topped it off with a wide brown leather belt. Taking a chance that she would be in the same spot, he waited for two hours, noting the time.

  She was in the middle of the chewing when he plopped down in front of her, blocking her view. She raised an eyebrow and finished chewing. She took another bite of her sandwich.

  “Tell me how you blocked me.”

  At least he was direct and straight to the point. She looked almost panicked when he asked the question. Betty looked around to see if any of her father’s guards were around.

  Leaning over, she asked, “How do you know that about me?”

  “I’m like you. Why do you look like you are going to run?”

  “If you found me, so can he.” She stood, packing her stuff hurriedly.

  Scanning, he felt that odd feeling again. His eyes searching, he placed a hand on her arm, halting her actions. She looked down at his hand.