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

by Joyner, GP

  “Hey girl, how are you?” Trisha asked. They have been friends for a very long time and they were like sisters. They always shared their stories and she really needed to talk to someone. After finding out that Charlie was a billionaire with a beautiful girlfriend, she felt crushed and alone.

  “I’m not doing okay. I met this guy and turns out that he’s a billionaire with a girlfriend.” She said.

  “I always told you that these men are players, just have fun with him and see where it goes.”

  “I think I like him,” she confessed.

  “Stop that stupidity, even that girlfriend of his is not in love with him, girl we all know this is about the money. Why don’t you milk it for its worth. Let him spoil you and take you to these expensive restaurants.” Clare always had her morals and would never use a guy for his money much less Charlie. She was convinced that that kiss was a way of him saying thank you and he had no feelings for her whatsoever. She felt her stomach twitch.

  “I gotta go, see you later.”

  She carried a suitcase of clothing over to the small motor boat parked at the nearby dock. Heaving the suitcase in the boat, she turned back around. The only item left was the suitcase with her bras and panties. It was heavy and she wouldn’t be able to carry it. She would need to drag it all the way from cabin to the dock, a quarter of a mile away. Sighing, she trudged back to the cabin, but stopped short when she noticed the cabin door was hanging open. She thought she had closed it when she brought the suitcase out. Then she saw a pair of large footprints heading from the beach, up to the door.

  An odd sensation began to tingle through Clare’s veins as she entered the cabin. “Hello, is anyone in here?” Charlie’s handsome face peeked out from her bedroom. “Hi Clare, I’m sorry if I startled you, I just wanted to return you sweats.” She smiled at the handsome man. She ought to feel relieved, but instead the odd tingling got stronger. “Oh Charlie hi, how have you been? You really didn’t need to do that.”, she laughed as walked over to where he stood in the bedroom doorway. She took the sweats from his outstretched left hand. “Since you’re here, can I get you to help me with something?” She brushed past him to walk into the room. When she touched him, the tingling intensified, spreading through her body and turning into a warm heat. Distracted by the odd feeling, and Charlie’s proximity, she didn’t immediately notice that her suitcase stood wide open. When it caught her eye, she froze. Her panties, normally carefully folded on top, were obviously missing.

  “My maternal grandmother immigrated to the US from the Orkney Islands” Charlie started explaining, as she stood staring at the suitcase. “She used to love to tell me stories about the prince and princess. How they would turn into frogs, and how they would occasionally be saved by drowning sailors. She told me how the prince would mend the hearts of lovelorn women. Most of all, she loved telling me stories about how a man could properly win himself a noble and the most beautiful wife.” Clare turned back towards him, to see her panty clutched firmly in his right hand.

  “First you find where she keeps her personal things, and you take it.” She watched mesmerized as Charlie pulled something silver and glittery from his coat pocket with his left hand. “Then you put the panty in a bag of netted silver, so she cannot take it back.” Charlie opened the bag and carefully put the panty, making sure none of it stuck out of the top before he tied it closed. When the bag closed, she let out a little whimper. Her body felt like it was about to burst into fire. “There the panty must stay for a lunar month plus one day”. Carefully Charlie placed the bag on the dresser next to him. The handsome billionaire walked over to her. Gently he touched her cheek with the palm of his hand, and she gasped. Desire coursed up and down her, making her tremble from the simple touch. “Finally you must take her in your arms, and swear an oath of loyalty upon a holy power.” Charlie took the golden cross from around his neck. “I Charles Mackenzie do swear to honor and love you, Clare Wilkins as my wife, from this day to my last day.” she blinked; he had even managed to get the old oath correct. She knew he was making these fake promises to have her but she didn’t care, he was doing it right and it was working. She finally decided to play his game of no strings attached.

  “God, I hope I did that right.” Charlie said more to himself than to her. “I would never forgive myself if I botched it up, and you ended up hating me. Nana said if I did everything correctly, you wouldn’t want to run away… that you would want to stay and be with me. Do you hate me Clare?” Looking nervous and worried, Charlie stared into her eyes. She shook her head no. With a moan of destiny bonded longing she kissed her fake husband. “Keep the pant within your bag, for a lunar month and a day, Charles Mackenzie. I am content. I have to ask you something,” she finally said.

  “What is it?” he was curious and happy at the same time.

  She tried to speak but could not utter a single word. His mouth was already caressing hers and her head went blank. She responded to every kiss and every caress. He touched her nipples. He put his finger beneath her chin and lifted her head up. He saw innocence and intelligence which made his manhood twitch.

  His intention was to only kiss her but everything changed. .

  “What did you want to say?”

  “Not now,” she whispered in his ears with a warm breath. Her words were barely audible. Her body stiffened. She encircled her arms on his neck and kissed him passionately. She moaned in surrender as his tongue slid in and out of her mouth. He recognized her body and heartbeat change. His tongue stroked her mouth to ecstasy.

  “I want you now,” she moaned

  “Today is our day, let's enjoy it,” his lips followed the curves of her breast; he untied her gown and admired her nakedness. She caressed his body down to his belly and bulging erection.

  “Give me everything you have,” he whispered in a voice he couldn't recognize.

  He moved closer to her as she stood up. He kissed her gently from the neck down to her breasts.

  She threw her head back and began to moan as his tongue twirled over her nipples. One hand massaged her breasts while his mouth sucked and his tongue danced on nipples. She felt the heat build between her thighs as he played like a maestro.

  She reclined on her elbows and surrendered herself to his appetite. His tongue licked from her breast to stomach. His hands roamed, she couldn’t help but squeal with childish laughter.

  “Sounds like you are having a blast.” she heard him mumble, his face buried in her abdomen. Gentle warmth began to creep across her body. The heat was excellent as she stretched, and then spread her legs while arching her spine slightly. A faint aroma came from her moist vagina.

  “Ooh yeah,” she moaned. She felt his hand go between her legs; she laid back on the desk in anticipation. He let his fingers explore and feel how aroused she was. She felt like someone can walk in on them, it aroused her more. She never expected this to happen. The door was unlocked.

  He wanted her, needed her right now, where she was standing. He longed to thrust in her right against the bedroom wall. He touched her lips with his fingers, she was so responsive. The smell and taste of her drove him crazy. He wanted to do it fast before the ache of his balls would kill him. He took her hand and guided it to his cock; he moved it slowly which made her restless. He had to take advantage of the situation. She was quiet and followed his lead. She thought of what to do next, she was new at this and didn’t want to look like an amateur. She rubbed his balls, stroking them until his breath came out hard. He could smell the scent of sex. “Are you doing okay?” she asked like a virgin.

  “Hell yeah, babe, never better.” He moaned, and she was still not wet like he wanted.

  She started remembering those porn movies she used to watch with Trisha. She had to apply those techniques with him. She knelt down and grabbed his manhood. She had never sucked a man, he was her first. When he stood up, she was sure of what followed. She had already felt the bulge when he lay on top of her. His chest was large and full and his arms were
strong and veins running through them. His manhood was both huge in length and girth. She was overpowered by manhood lust and she grabbed it. She sucked it with mastery, sliding it in and out of her mouth.

  Her tongue tickled the top as her hand touched his balls.

  “I wish I would have you every single day,” he swore as he bit his lower lip. She was in love with his manhood; she took it out of her mouth and examined it. She stroked it across her cheek, kissed the entire length up and down. She sucked him constantly and felt her jaw lock through the effort but she didn’t care.

  He never craved a connection more than he did now. He never expected to feel this pain in his chest that made him want to burst from the emotions inside of him. She went on sucking him gently then fast, savoring each taste of his manhood

  She needed him to fuck her hard, she thought. She lay back down, opened her legs and wiggled her finger to invite him.

  He ignored the painful and irritating want and cupped her boobs. He was possessive with each caress.

  “Hold on to me.” He coaxed. He helped her stand up. His tongue penetrated her mouth; he kissed her until she was breathless and speechless. She wrapped her hands around his manhood and stroked it gently. His chest was heaving. She felt like a desperate leopard going for her prey. She put her mouth against his chest and licked his nipple, his heart went wild and free. He watched her suck his nipple and tried to choke out a curse.

  He wanted to feel her reject his manhood but he thrust inside her anyway. She was afraid of the feeling that was awaiting her. She hadn’t felt a man inside her for a while now, curiosity was driving her crazy. “You can do this.” she convinced herself. He slid his fingers in her vagina to feel if she was wet enough. She was dripping wet. He started kissing her from the neck to her chest again.

  “Oh, holy shit.” she gasped when his tongue found her nipples, her nipples were now wet, stiff and sensitive, and she felt his need and desire in her heart.

  “I like the sounds you make and how your eyes glow when I touch your breast. The way your nipples taste and feel drives me crazy” he touched her intimately, she could barely breathe.

  “Give me all of you” he coaxed, his voice hoarse and sexy. I want you in my mouth” his mouth was a master of pleasure giving. She whispered his name as she felt her body convulse in chain of spasms. She felt like one part of her life ended, the celibacy life and a new one started. They both saw stars even though they knew it was impossible to see one from the house. She felt his breathing stop, this made her bold. She could make a man go wild.

  “Your manhood feels nice.” she whispered in a voice she didn’t know she had.

  “Spread your legs wider,” he said, pushing her thighs apart. Her femininity laid bare for him to see, she tried to shy off but he had already seen it. She felt shy but nice at the same time; she wondered if she would let herself talk to him after this. She felt like a new woman ready to conquer the world.

  “Wow, so tight and small.” He felt like he had won a lottery. The sweet scent of her arousal made adrenaline rush through his veins. He rubbed two fingers down her moist center and circled the exposed opening, then plunged into the moistness. She reached for him. He moved slowly, she rocked beneath him sensing his urge. It brought tears to her eyes; the sensation of fingers rubbing inside her was like a hot wire against her nerves. She was used to her fingers inside her pussy while she masturbated but she never thought it would be electrifying when another man pushed his fingers in her.

  She was certain he would give her whatever she needed. This thought gave her the freedom to receive.

  “Oh yeah,” she said softly.

  With each movement he made, he was dragging and pulling her closer. Every shift gave a breathtaking ecstasy that seemed to grow. “Turn around” he said. His hands moved down her hips, she turned and faced the desk, she felt like the class from their university was watching her. He gripped her hard. Her heart was pounding; she knew this was going to be painful. His grip was so tight he gave her no alternative of running away from what was coming. He thrust inside her in a slow motion; he never wanted to hurt her or to make her call for attention. She shuddered as their bodies pinned together.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  He smelled her wetness; the smell of her juice drove him crazy. He wanted to savor each moment. He rocked her softly and slowly to avoid hurting her. The pain and pleasure were intense for her.

  “Oh yeah,” she found herself moaning despite the pain. She was not backing down. He thrust with force and his pumping was increasing. “Oh fuck,” his movement became so hard and fast then slow again. Anticipation made him hot again. He lifted his hand to her hair and held it from the roots. The pain was gradually going away as his penis massaged her sweet spot. She screamed with pleasure. He was wild like an animal on crack.

  She held his waist from behind for the strength; she was losing her mind with each thrust and pumping. He mastered her body until she was weeping with pleasure. Her arousal gushed through like a tidal wave. She was his, and she could never deny this. Her cries made him feel like he was in heaven. He felt the rush and he jerked. His blood was flowing through him like a wild fire. He buried his face on her back and groaned, then surrendered the hottest and longest release of his life. He joined her in the seventh heaven. It took him a while to regain strength.

  “You are one in a million,” he was still breathing unevenly.

  “What did you want to say?”

  “It’s not important, let’s just say that we are having fun.” she smiled. He looked at her with shock; everything was going on well until she had to ruin it. Charlie was a womanizer but there was something different about Clare, she was not like any lady he had dated and he felt different when he was with her. He expected her to react that way after finding out about him.

  “I’m serious about this, I even made an oath to love you. Don’t doubt me.”

  “I don’t doubt you, I know you will disappoint me and I’m not ready for this. I actually came here to forget about a betrayal and I’m not going through it for the second time, so I’ll save you time. This was nothing and we can go back to our lives as usual, you can go back to your blonde girlfriend.” She looked at him in the eye then smiled. She pretended to be okay but deep down she was hurting.

  “So this is about Angie, I now get it. She is my ex girlfriend who loves publicity and works for the T.V station that was interviewing me, that is why she was there.” She pulled her suitcase and left him standing there.

  Charlie lowered the proposals and looked at the door his secretary closed behind her. A monkey, he thought in disgust as the door closed shut with a quiet disturbing click. A prim, red head scared of her shadow monkey. What the hell was Mrs. Hammond thinking when she hired this monkey to replace her as a secretary? He knew that there was only one way to find out, he pushed back his chair and strode from his office. His new secretary, the monkey as he already dubbed her, looked up from her desk as he passed.

  “Where are you going sir?”, she asked in surprise.

  “I’m going out.”

  “You just got here sir,” he ignored her as he stepped into the elevator, he punched the button for ground floor. He didn’t understand why Clare hadn’t called him. Maybe she was not into him, he thought. All women called him after the first date and he was stupid enough to not ask for her number, instead he left his like he always do. She was playing hard to get and it was driving him crazy. For two weeks now, he has been ignoring calls from his ex girlfriend who is persistent. He wanted Clare so badly; he couldn’t get her out of his mind. This was not him, he was ready to fight for her but it would be pointless if she didn’t feel the same way about him. He looked up as he counted the floors as the elevator moved.

  Twenty minutes later, he was standing at the door of his former secretary’s house. He waited impatiently for her to respond to his knock. She opened the door and he brushed past her. “Who is that monkey?”, he asked.

  “Monkey?�
��, she responded in confusion while she closed the door behind him. “You mean the new employee I got you?”, she continued. He pulled out a chair and sat down. “Yeah, she’s the one I’m talking about. What’s the deal?”, she sat next to him.

  “I see that you two have met,”, she said, looking pleasant.

  “Yes and she’s a monkey, what were you thinking? She’ll never work out.”

  “But she’s perfect,” she insisted as if surprised by his assessment. “She’s very organized, extremely intelligent and loyal to a fault. I know you want a woman by your side and that’s why I hired a young and pretty woman for you. The break up really hit you hard and you can start having fun like you did before. She’s single and ready to work odd hours your schedule demands.”

  “She’s a monkey,” he said disagreeably. “She’ll never stand up to the pressure of this job.”

  “You want to say that she’ll never withstand your temper and tantrums.” His cell phone rang, it was his secretary. He wanted to ignore it but the look on Mrs Hammond’s eyes scared him.

  “Hello sir, someone called to talked to you sir,”

  “I’m in a meeting and can’t talk to anyone right now,” he answered and before he could hang up she blurted. “It’s miss Clare Wilkins, she said you meet her at ‘El Paraiso’ restaurant. Should I tell her you are…. he hanged up before she could finish talking. He stood up and left the house rushing.

  “See you soon, I can now see that this monkey has started to be efficient.” He said as he opened the door.