Good Girls Don't

by Rosalie Lario

  She cried out and dragged her fingers through his hair.

  Hell, she tasted amazing. Like fucking ambrosia. And right now he was on a mission to make her explode.

  Then, and only then, would he give way to the tide of lust rising within him and bury himself to the hilt inside her sweet, succulent heat.

  ***

  Lyssa cried out and wrapped her hands around James’s head, clinging to him for support. The mind-numbing ecstasy his lips and tongue imposed had turned her legs into jelly.

  Oh god, this is really happening.

  This was already the best sex of her life, and it was with a man she’d met just a few short hours ago.

  I can’t believe I’m letting someone I just met go down on me.

  That thought should have filled her with shame, but instead, it was strangely thrilling. He didn’t know her. Had no connection to her life and past. There was something so freeing about that.

  For the first time ever, she didn’t worry about the roll of fat at her tummy or the jiggle of her thighs. He didn’t seem to care anyway. Instead, he devoured her like a starving man at a feast, flicking his tongue along her clit and then shoving it deep inside her. Working it in and out of her the way she hoped his cock would soon be doing.

  “Mmm,” he said, making noises of intense satisfaction as he drove his tongue into her over and over again. “Your pussy tastes delicious.”

  She gasped at his crude yet somehow arousing words.

  When he pushed on the leg that was still standing, she took his cue and slid her thigh over his shoulder. Now both her legs were off the ground, supported by his shoulders, and her body was spread wide open to his ministrations.

  He drew back long enough to spear her with his blazing gaze. “Touch your breasts, baby. Show me how you like it.”

  She bit back a loud moan. No one had ever asked her to do that, and she’d never been brazen enough to touch herself in front of a man before. But when he gazed up at her like that, as if he wanted to inhale her very essence, how could she say no?

  Her hands tentatively moved to cup her breasts. When he groaned as if in pain, the noise emboldened her. She ran her hands along her breasts, biting her lip at the sensation.

  It felt surprisingly good.

  She brought her thumbs and forefingers down to circle her nipples. Tugged on them lightly.

  “Hell.” James’s voice was gruff. Uneven. “You’re killing me, Lyssa.”

  His face moved back between her thighs and he used his tongue to drive her up against the door, feasting on her until her legs shook and a brutal climax washed over her with all the force of a tsunami.

  “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” She squeezed her thighs around his head and let out a little scream at the intensity of her orgasm. “James!”

  His tongue kept moving, sweeping and gliding against her already sensitive flesh until she rode out the wave of pleasure. When he gently set her to her feet and scooted back, his eyes met hers with searing passion. “Jesus, Lyssa. You are fucking amazing.”

  “I…”

  She didn’t know what to say. All she knew was that she’d just experienced the best orgasm of her life, and she wanted more. Much more.

  “Please.”

  Her one-word plea came out on a sob, but he seemed to understand what she needed. He rose to his feet and slid with delicious heat up her body. His bare chest met hers, and the soft fabric of his slacks tickled her stomach. His hands landed against the door on either side of her, and then his mouth was on hers. Dipping and plundering. Drinking her in.

  He tasted of her essence, and it was arousing beyond belief.

  She let her trembling hands fall to his belt. When she fumbled with the latch, he moved his hands down and undid the belt for her, then the button of his slacks. His lips slid from her mouth to her cheek, then he nibbled on her ear.

  “Take it out,” he growled.

  He didn’t have to tell her twice. But she wouldn’t mind hearing it again. Something about that coarse command lit her whole body afire.

  Her shaking hands undid the zipper and she cupped him through the thin cotton of his underwear. He was hot and heavy, and larger than she’d expected. “Oh.”

  “Lyssa.” He nipped her ear, quietly urging her to continue.

  Practically quivering with anticipation, she slid his slacks and underwear down just enough to reveal the thick length of his erection. The silky smooth flesh twitched against her grip.

  She couldn’t believe that was going to be inside her. Part of her was scared as hell. She’d only slept with three other guys, and they were all steady boyfriends who she’d dated at least a few months beforehand. This was all so beyond her realm of expertise.

  But she wanted it. She wanted it with a desperation that bordered on insanity.

  “James,” she whispered.

  “Hmm.” His hand moved back to her thigh, lifting it and shifting forward so he could slide his cock through the moisture at the juncture of her thighs. His lips met hers again and he slid back and forth, creating a delicious friction that quickly had her panting for breath.

  She had an abrupt realization.

  Oh no, wait...

  Whimpering, she pushed back on his shoulders. “I don’t have any condoms.”

  If she had to stop now, she might just die. But condoms were a must.

  “I’ve got one in my wallet,” he murmured.

  Thank god.

  She sighed in relief, but it turned into a surprised squeal when he suddenly wrapped his arms beneath her thighs and lifted her up, guiding her to wrap her legs around him. He whirled around, and she dug her heels into the fabric of his slacks to stop them from sliding down and tripping him.

  He stepped across the small room, and a moment later, she was falling onto the bed with him towering over her.

  Without bothering to close her splayed legs, she lifted her herself onto her elbows. She only had a brief second to study the breathtaking beauty of his toned, muscular body and his stiff arousal before he bent to untie his shoes.

  His remaining clothes came off with surprising expediency, and then he was rooting through his wallet. When he rose back to his feet with a foil packet in his hand, his eyes glimmered with ferocious intensity.

  Oh, wow…this is actually happening.

  If it wasn’t, if it was just a crazy dream, she hoped it was one she never woke up from.

  James’s sure hands tore open the packet and rolled on the condom. Then his hands were on her thighs, spreading them further and pulling her to the edge of the bed.

  She started to fall onto her back.

  “No. Stay on your elbows.” His voice was rough. Dominant. “I want you to watch me put my cock in you.”

  Her breath hitched at the salacious image his words invoked. Helpless to resist, she gazed down to where her thighs parted to welcome him in.

  One of his knees slid onto the bed as he slowly lowered himself. Then his hand moved to the base of his erection and it he guided it toward her. The tip nudged her entrance.

  “Oh, god.” Her chest rose and fell with the heavy pants she couldn’t disguise. Her eyes flitted to James’s face. It was dark with desire, etched in hard, passionate lines.

  When the tip of his cock stretched her opening, her gaze shot back down to where they were about to be joined. From this vantage point, his long, thick erection looked more than a little intimidating. She wanted it almost as much as it made her nervous.

  His hand went back to her thigh, spreading her further open for him, and he pushed in a few more inches, stretching her channel with exquisite pressure.

  “James,” she moaned.

  His throaty laugh sliced through the air. “Patience.”

  That was something she had none of right now. She wanted him. All of him.

  “Are you watching us?” he whispered.

  “Yes.”

  He made a satisfied sound in his throat and pushed forward again, spearing her with more of his l
ength. Then more. Until finally, he was fully seated within her. The muscles of his abs contracted with his effort to hold himself suspended above her, and a bulging tendon in his neck spoke to his attempt at maintaining control. He was, in a word, beautiful.

  “James…please.”

  With a thick groan, he withdrew most of the way, then slammed back in.

  Her heavy scream rent the air. “James!”

  He pushed down on her thighs, keeping her pinned to the bed, and thrust in again. Then again. Each pump was harder, deeper than the last, filling her with unbelievable pleasure.

  Her elbows slid back on the mattress and she fought to keep her balance on them. But when he began to plunge into her with deep, grinding thrusts, her shaky elbows didn’t hold. She collapsed back onto the bed.

  Letting out a thick laugh, James bent to claim her mouth in a deep, hot kiss that had her wriggling in ecstasy beneath the weight of his body.

  “I told you to stay on your elbows,” he told her in a teasingly commanding voice as he nipped at her ear.

  “I-I couldn’t anymore,” she all but panted.

  “Hmm.” His tongue reached out to trace her earlobe, then slid inside her ear.

  She gasped and writhed against him, and he rewarded her with a few shallow, rolling thrusts.

  His voice light and teasing, he whispered, “Now you have to pay for disobeying.”

  This game, whatever it was, was so beyond what she was accustomed to. None of her prior boyfriends had ever played in the bedroom. And they certainly hadn’t made her feel like this.

  Her nails reached up to rake his shoulders. “Just don’t stop,” she all but begged.

  He let out a little growl against her ear. Then reared up and off her, standing at the edge of the bed.

  She all but cried out at the loss, but then his hands were on her legs again, sliding her body down the mattress until her ass practically hung off the bed. He lifted her legs, then moved his hands down to her calves and pressed backward, opening her to him.

  “Ohmygod.” Her words came out in a jumble, but she had no more than a second to process the alarming new position before he rumbled out an order.

  “Hold your legs.”

  Her shaking hands moved to her calves, just above where his hands rested. The movement effectively lifted her ass into the air, something he took full advantage of when he slid the length of his sheathed erection between her spread folds, borrowing the moisture practically dripping from her body.

  A glimmer of anxiety wound its way into her. Even though she was still on her back, it was nothing like the missionary position she was accustomed to. “I-I’ve never done it this way befo—”

  He shifted position, and his cock plunged deep into her. She cried out, stiffening at the unexpected fullness, but he gave her no quarter. He withdrew most of the way, then thrust back in even harder.

  “Oh fuck…James!”

  Something broke within him at her guttural scream. He let out a loud groan and began to plunge in and out, using the position of his hips to pound into her furiously. Her cries melded together as she absorbed the impact of each and every deep thrust. Never had she been used so thoroughly before…and she loved every minute of it.

  When she cried out hard at one particularly deep thrust, he seemed to regain a fraction of his consciousness. His eyes glazed with concern and he paused his movements. “Too hard?”

  Was he kidding?

  Beyond need, beyond conscious thought, she shook her head furiously. “N-no. Harder. Deeper. Please.”

  Something that might have been surprise shone in his dark gaze, and then he grinned. His eyes darkened with unmistakable lust. “That’s my good girl. I like knowing how much you love it.”

  She cried out at his words.

  When his hips resumed their frantic pumping, driving over and over into her, she couldn’t help but think that he was wrong. She might normally be a good girl, but tonight she was being very, very bad.

  Her legs began to shake more and more uncontrollably with each and every hard slice of his body. He recognized how close she was and changed his thrusts to become more undulant and grinding. When his thumb slid to her clit, placing pressure there, she exploded with pleasure.

  Time and place ceased to exist. There was nothing but here.

  Now.

  James let out a shout as her body clenched around him. A moment later, he cried out his own release, dropping to cover her chest with his own.

  She wrapped her arms and legs around him, clutching him tightly while they rode out the furious intensity of their climax together.

  Sometime later, he rose off her body with a murmur of words. Her still non-functioning ears couldn’t quite make them out, and she was too tired to care. When he returned devoid of the condom and gently guided her to the center of the bed, she wordlessly allowed him to move her so she lay on her side. Then he was there, pressing his front to her back.

  “Wow,” he murmured into her ear.

  “Mm-hm.” That was all she managed to say in response.

  What seemed like hours later, when her wits finally started to return, she had a brief moment to reflect on how well their bodies fit together. But before she could even begin to verbalize her thoughts, the blackness of pure exhaustion washed over her. Giving into it, she let slumber claim her.

  Chapter Three

  James woke to a strange, dark room, which was as far from the norm as you could get for him. His pulse skyrocketed for a second before he remembered the events of the prior night. Before he processed the sleeping woman tucked against him.

  Fuck me. Last night wasn’t just a crazed figment of his sex-starved mind. It had actually happened.

  He’d had the most explosive, mind-blowing encounter of his life with a woman he’d known for only a few hours.

  Slowly, so as not to wake her, he lifted his head and examined what he could see of Lyssa. Her long, dark lashes rested on her smooth cheeks¸ and her hair lay all about them in wild disarray. The tops of her luscious breasts spilled out over the sheet covering them both.

  Jesus, he could hardly believe what had happened the night before. He’d gone into the Dubliner for a few drinks, only to find a woman that he was instantly attracted to. While that had been a surprise, everything that had come after was even more so.

  What had happened in this hotel room was completely unexpected. Given the sort of women he casually hooked up with, he was accustomed to a round of polite sex followed by an exchange of pleasantries before they each went their separate ways. Rough and dominant weren’t words he’d normally use to describe himself in the bedroom. In the boardroom or on the tennis court, occasionally, but not when it came to sex.

  Something about Lyssa had brought out that wild side of him. When she’d leaned up against the door, gazing at him like he was a god created to pleasure her, he’d wanted to do exactly that. She’d been so sweet and compliant, something within her practically begging to be controlled.

  So he’d done it. And loved every fucking minute of it.

  Now that he’d tasted the other side, he didn’t know how he could ever go back. The thought of boring, polite sex made him want to yawn. That, in and of itself, was beyond scary.

  As he gazed down at lush little Lyssa, his body grew hard as stone. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her once more. That was a problem. On so many levels.

  Even if he discounted the fact that he didn’t have any more condoms on him—because one was usually enough—there was the whole danger factor. The more he had her, the more he feared he’d want her. But this sweet, tempting beauty didn’t belong in his world. No woman did.

  If his parents’ marriage had taught him anything, it was that committed relationships were to be avoided at all costs.

  Besides, the company kept him far too busy to even consider anything more than an occasional roll in the sack right now. How selfish would it be for him to string a woman along on the mere promise of a relationsh
ip, when he was too busy to even leave the office at a reasonable hour?

  The bright neon glow of the clock on the nightstand drew his attention. It read six o’clock.

  Shit.

  How could he have forgotten? Today was the big day. His meeting with Martin Freeman was in exactly three hours, and he still needed to get uptown, shower and dress, and then make his way back to midtown.

  One night of pleasure in an enticing woman’s arms and he was this close to forgetting one of the most important appointments of his life.

  Which is why you don’t need any more entanglements than you already have.

  Biting back a pained groan, he forced his errant lust away. Now wasn’t the time to indulge in matters of the flesh…no matter how luscious and tempting that flesh might be.

  Taking care not to wake the sleeping beauty lying beside him, James tugged the sheet off and slowly rolled away. The mattress made the barest of creaks when he rose from the bed.

  He allowed himself one last lingering look at Lyssa before rooting around for his clothes.

  Even though he’d already counseled himself that it had been a one-night thing, he still battled the urge to scribble his phone number on a piece of paper. After all, how often did you meet someone that you shared such a combustible attraction with?

  In the end, he decided against it. They both knew what they were signing on for. Much as it might make his chest clench, it was for the best that they leave things as is.

  His focus had to remain on the company’s expansion, and on the investor they desperately needed.

  ***

  Lyssa woke to a glaringly empty room. Funny how last night that had been all she’d wanted. To be alone to concentrate on today’s presentation. But now, after him, it seemed strangely empty.

  I can’t believe last night happened.

  A virile, handsome sex god had for some insane reason wanted her. She might have thought it a vivid dream if not for the soreness between her thighs. It was an all too tangible reminder that she’d been fucked into oblivion by a man she’d just met.