Stranded (Boys Behaving Badly Book 4)

by Delilah Devlin

  I whimper when he pushes off the bed, but I can’t really be disappointed, because I’m getting my first good look at him as he strips off his undershirt and pants. Tattoos cover both arms and spread across his unbelievable chest. His pecs should come with a warning label: May cause spontaneous salivation!

  Washboard abs flex as he unbuttons his pants and slips them down his legs, and the whole thing is flat pornographic.

  I reach for his grey boxer-briefs, but he catches my hands.

  “Wait,” he says and goes for my mouth again. While he kisses me silly, he strips off the rest of my clothes, and I just might explode and take the whole room with me.

  Hawk makes a meal of my body from lips to belly button. He takes his time, searching out all the places that make me shiver. The ones that make me arch. Which kisses or nibbles or bites make me cry out. And I have no doubt that he’s cataloguing them to use in his campaign-for-Hallie-domination.

  I squirm as his lips find the curls between my thighs. He caresses my legs, finds that spot behind my knees that makes me sigh, then slides them apart and wedges himself between.

  I prop myself up on my elbows, and the view is…wow.

  His wide shoulders have me spread open for him, the colors of his tattoos in stark contrast with the pale skin of my thighs.

  “Jesus, Hallie,” he says, eyes on my sex. I blush furiously. “Your pussy is unreal.”

  The piece of anatomy in question gives a hot, hungry squeeze. It feels like my blood has begun to boil under my skin, and I break out in a fine sheen on sweat.

  My breaths come in harsh pants as his thumbs slide between my slick lips. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I say. If he grazed my clit I’d go off like a firecracker.

  “You’re so swollen. And ready. I bet if I just…” He trails off as he licks me slowly from opening to clit.

  I shudder, either from his words or what he’s doing to me. Or both.

  “You like to be talked to, Hallie?” he asks when he sees my reaction.

  I nod and whimper, because I had no idea I liked it until this very moment, but now all I can think about is Hawk saying more filthy things to me. While he does filthy things to me. Then lets me do filthy things to him.

  “Good. Because I like talking to you,” he says. “Do you know how red your pussy is? How wet you are? I bet you can feel it on your thighs, huh? I wish you could see it, because it’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen. My cock is so fucking hard right now…”

  As he talks, his wicked fingers skate all over that piece of anatomy, glancing my clit and circling my opening until my hips move restlessly. But once he’s done talking, I get the real treat when his lips come down on my throbbing bundle of nerves in a sucking kiss.

  I arch off the bed with a cry. It’s hands down the best thing I’ve ever felt.

  Two fingers inch their way inside me, curling to hit my g-spot, and I’m in Nirvana. He pushes my legs farther apart with his huge shoulders and slides a thick arm under my hips, tipping me up so he has better access. And, oh sweet Jesus, he’s got access to everything now.

  It takes exactly seven more seconds for me to explode against his magic mouth. Hawk squeezes every last bit of the orgasm out of me until I lie breathless and shaking.

  He slides up my body, his hands touching all those places that blissed me out before and kisses me long and deep.

  “Taste yourself?” he asks between kisses. “You taste incredible.”

  Even though I literally just came, his words have me ready for him again. “Please,” I say, my hands on the waistband of his underwear.

  He kisses me again. “That’s so sweet. I can’t say no to ‘please.’”

  I shiver as he kneels between my thighs and strips off the only piece of clothing between us. His cock springs free, and I legit gasp. It’s not my most dignified moment, but when have I ever been dignified with Hawk?

  And honestly, show me a girl who’d be poised facing of that monster, and I’ll show you a liar.

  He’s long and so thick I’m immediately intimidated, the head fat and pink, a bead of pre-come slicking the tip.

  He’s beautiful.

  My mouth waters. I sit up and wrap my fist around him. My fingers don’t have a prayer of touching. “Good God, Hawk. How do you walk with this thing?”

  His answering laugh is cut short when I slide my mouth slowly over his crown. No way can I get this whole thing in my mouth. I wrap my other hand around him to make up the difference and set out on my maiden voyage, circumnavigating Hawk’s giant cock.

  This is exactly what I’ve been wanting for longer than I can remember; I just wouldn’t let myself hope. His smell and taste are driving me crazy. And when his fingers grip my hair, I just about lose it. He isn’t mean, just a little rough, as he guides my head, and it’s…perfect.

  I glance up at him, and the effect is electrifying. His entire body is flushed, abs flexing, pecs and arms hard, but it’s the look on his face that absolutely does me in. His eyes are blazing, full lips thinned in an effort to control himself.

  But when our eyes meet, his go soft.

  He reaches down and caresses my cheek, brushes the hair from my face, swipes a tickling finger over my lips where they’re stretched around him. “Beautiful,” he whispers, and my insides go molten.

  It’s so gentle. So intimate. Warmth and a soft ache spread through my chest, and for the first time in my life, I welcome the feeling.

  He swells against my tongue, but before I get what I want, he pulls me back by the hair.

  “Not like this,” he says as his cock pops free of my mouth. I have a feeling he has a better idea.

  I run my hands up the ridges of his abs.

  “How do you look like this?” I ask.

  He lets me touch him everywhere, his hard pecs, the colorful skin of his ridiculous arms, his thick quads, and heavy balls.

  He shrugs like it’s nothing to be this ripped. “I push myself to get out of my head.”

  “What are you getting away from?”

  He studies me then strokes my face again, heartbreakingly gentle. “I didn’t have the best childhood, grew up mostly taking care of myself, and picked shitbags for friends. I was in trouble from the time I was fourteen until I finally left home nine years later. Did a lot of stupid stuff. A lot of illegal stuff. I’m lucky to be alive. Alive and not behind bars.”

  So, the office rumors are true.

  “I’m not exactly the type of guy you want to bring home to meet the parents,” he says, and he’s smiling at me, but his eyes give him away.

  All of the sudden, my heart aches in a totally different way. I get to my knees in front of him and reach to hold his face between my hands. They tremble against his stubble. I’m about to do something I never do, the one other thing that scares me out of my mind—I’m going to be completely vulnerable with him, because he needs this. And to be honest, so do I.

  “Hawk…” I say, making sure he hears exactly how much I mean what I’m saying. “You’re exactly the type of guy I’d be proud to take home to meet my parents.”

  And just like that, the little bit of sadness in his eyes fades away. So freaking easy. And it feels amazing to do that for him. I’m not even afraid when it hits me how deep and real the feelings I have for him are becoming.

  Now, the air around us has shifted, and I can tell by his look that he feels it, too. Fire has taken up residence in his pretty hazel eyes.

  I swallow hard, about to do something else I never do. Something else that scares me a little. “I’m on the pill,” I say. “And clean.”

  I don’t want a condom between us. I don’t want anything between us.

  He leans back and studies me for what seems like an eternity. “I’m clean, too. I don’t fuck around. But, Hallie, are you sure?”

  “Never been so sure in my life,” I say, and pull his mouth down to mine.

  Big hands grip me just below my ass and pull me to him. My legs spread and fit neatly around his hip
s, like they were made for this particular spot. I cling to his neck to steady myself.

  “I need to feel you,” he rasps as he sits back on his heels, his massive thighs hot against my ass.

  One hand supports me, while the other fists his cock. The sight of that big fist wrapped around that bigger cock is too good. I can’t wait. I pull my hips back as he positions the head at my pussy. When it slides between my lips and up to my clit, I shiver and whimper. He does it again and again, torturing me until I’m shaking.

  “You ready?” he asks, finally. “Because I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.”

  “Please,” I say, my insides practically jumping with anticipation.

  He captures my mouth in a kiss that could be called tender in contrast to what he’s doing between my other lips. His thick head is nudging its way inside me, and I’m stretched so wide that a sweet burn blossoms there. I make a sound I don’t mean to make, a little helpless and maybe a little uncomfortable, and Hawk doesn’t miss it.

  Gentle fingers caress my clit, making delicate circles around the over-sensitized nerves. My lips are spread so wide to fit him that said nerves are exposed in a way they’re definitely not used to, and I cry out, this time in ecstasy, when his cock slips deeper.

  When Hawk starts to move, I catch fire. He tips me so I’m leaning back against the strong arms he has banded around me. Then he uses all that brute strength and his leverage to work me on his cock, hips snapping against me ruthlessly.

  The feeling is indescribable, a fullness like I’ve never felt, along with the sense of being at his mercy. It’s not long before I’m ready to come again.

  “Let me see you touch your clit,” he says, voice raw, and I don’t hesitate to reach between our bodies.

  Three glances of the little nub, and I’m done. I jerk in his arms, but Hawk just works me harder through the orgasm.

  “Jesus Christ, Hallie,” he says, speeding up in a flurry of frantic thrusts. “You feel so fucking good.”

  My fingernails rake a path across his shoulder, and I shudder. I want it to stop. I want it to go on forever. Hawk’s breaths have turned to harsh pants, and he’s flushed and sweaty. It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. There’s no porn that could ever live up to the flesh and blood man in my bed. I’ll go to my grave rubbing one out to the memory of this night.

  He pulls me close, sinks his teeth into the spot where me neck meets my shoulder, powers into me with everything he has, and I come again.

  When I’m done, I do my best impression of a limp rag lying in his arms.

  Hawk’s eyes go a little unfocused, and he slams into me one last time before I feel him shudder, his cock jerking inside me. And the view of him like that is almost better than the three orgasms I just had.

  We collapse, face-to-face, a tangle of arms and legs and sheets and sweat.

  We catch our breath, and he draws lazy circles on my back with his fingertips. He smells so good, feels so amazing against me, desire coils hot in my belly all over again.

  “That was un-fucking-real,” he says.

  “It was.” I grin and roll on top of him. “Let’s do it again.”

  He laughs, and his fingers slide between my ass cheeks intimately. The next thing I know, I’m on my belly, ass in the air, Hawk behind me. I feel his warm breath just before his tongue takes a slow journey around my clit, up to my pussy, and on to its ultimate destination. The one that makes me shiver and blush, even as pleasure courses through me. I moan into my sheets as he tongues my tiny, puckered hole.

  Hawk groans against my skin, and rough hands squeeze my ass cheeks hard as he slicks all over me.

  “Hallie, baby,” he says between licks, and I can tell from his tone that he’s as excited as I am. “I told you I’m good with your ass in my face.”

  I wake just after five to soft kisses across my shoulders. I stretch and moan, muscles pleasantly sore.

  Hawk turns me over and brushes my mass of hair off my face. “Good morning, beautiful,” he says, and my heart flutters. “I don’t want to go, but I have an early flight to New York. I’ll be gone all week, but I’ll call you.”

  Disappointment settles heavy in my gut. And something else, too. Fear. And hurt. We’ve had sex, and now he’s leaving. Maybe last night didn’t mean anything to him.

  “Okay,” I say, but I’m anything but.

  And he can tell.

  “Hallie,” he says and threads his fingers with mine. “I don’t want to leave either.”

  “Okay,” I say again, cautious.

  Hawk sighs and pulls the covers off me. I resist the childish urge to snatch them back and pout.

  “Come here.” Big hands scoop me up, and I find myself cradled in his lap, my head against his chest. “You’re not okay, and that’s alright, love. You can be scared. You can try to push me away. But I’m going to keep coming back. I’m not going anywhere.”

  And that crushes me. I cling to him and kiss him with everything I have, kiss him like I’ve literally never kissed anybody before.

  Hawk ends up being late for his flight.

  Hawk is due home Friday, so I work late Thursday, knowing I won’t be able to focus tomorrow. We’ve talked on the phone every night this week, sometimes into the wee hours of the morning like dumb kids who can’t get enough of each other. And I totally can’t. My heart’s in real trouble, but I’m hanging in there with Hawk’s constant reassurance.

  At half past eight, I shut my computer down and head for the elevators—I’ve managed to ride them all week without incident. I push the down button and remind myself that this is completely safe. Nothing to be afraid of. Conquering one’s fear is healthy.

  In many areas of life.

  The doors slide open, and my breath catches in my throat. Right in front of me, in full flesh and blood and holding flowers, is Hawk. He’s wearing faded jeans and a threadbare The Velvet Underground T-shirt, and he’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  He raises an eyebrow. “Going down?”

  I can’t help it; I fling myself at him. He catches me with a laugh, those thick arms going around me, and his mouth comes down on mine. He’s huge, and he’s everywhere, bending his big body until he’s practically swallowing me, and it’s exactly what I’ve been craving. He smells like mint and him, that clean smell that my brain already associates with orgasms, and his lips coax mine apart so that his tongue can caress mine. I moan at the slow seeking, the way he takes his time with me. He’s so gentle, holding me like I might break…or run.

  But, for once, there’s no urge to go anywhere.

  The elevator doors close behind me, but I barely notice. My stomach bottoms out, but it has nothing to do with the drop of the elevator and everything to do with the man in my arms, his lips on mine, his hands running all over my back.

  “You’re home early,” I say.

  My back hits the mirrored wall as he pins me. He reaches out a hand to punch the stop button, and the elevator jerks to a halt, but I don’t care. I’m not afraid. The only thing I’m thinking about is the way Hawk is pushing my skirt up my thighs, the slow slide of his big, hot hands on my skin, and the way he’s looking at me like he’s been starved for a week and is finally sitting down to a meal.

  “I couldn’t spend another night without you,” he says.

  He kisses my jaw, the sensitive spot just below my ear, drags his teeth down my neck, and I moan, my hand in his hair.

  Hawk cups my breast and makes a low sound in the back of his throat, something like a growl. Those talented fingers find my nipple through the fabric and give it a sharp tug.

  “Oh, God, yes. Like that,” I say, my insides wound tight.

  Hawk does it again as he drops to his knees and lifts one of my legs to his shoulder. I begin to shake.

  “This is what I’ve been waiting for,” he says, eyes fixed on my utilitarian white panties. I blush; I was going to wear something sexy tomorrow, but today it’s just regular old me.

  As if he can read my
mind, Hawk glances up. “I want you just like this. In these. Just you. Just the way you are.”

  As he talks, he presses the thin cotton against my slit with a thumb, and I tremble.

  “Oh, love, look how wet you are,” he says, and I almost orgasm on the spot.

  The drag of wet cotton over my clit is ecstasy after a week of nothing, but what I really want is his skin, his mouth, his fingers, his cock. He tugs the fabric aside, and his mouth finds me.

  Hawk brings me to a trembling orgasm fast and furious. When he’s wrung out every last bit of pleasure, he rights my clothes and stands. He threads our fingers together as he says, “I missed you so fucking much, Hallie.”

  I go warm and liquid. “I missed you, too.”

  “I’m never going that long without you again.”

  A week ago, words like that would have terrified me, but now they feel so right.

  I lean up on tiptoes to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. “You’d better not,” I say. “I hated every minute.”

  “Good,” he says, grinning in that way of his that makes my insides Jell-O. “By the way, you called in sick for tomorrow. So, where are we waking up in the morning—your place or mine?”

  I grin at him, anticipation already curling deliciously in my belly. “I don’t know. Does your building have an elevator?”

  About the Authors

  A.C. Dawn is an active and enthusiastic author and reader of short stories, novellas, and novels. She enjoys bringing her characters to life and strives to stir the imagination of her readers. She believes the best writing touches the reader in ways they hadn’t expected and will never forget!

  A.J. Harris is a native of the Washington DC area who indulges in a bit of photography, spends too much on books, and writes haiku for Twitter. Under Andrija Popovic, A.J.'s stories have been published in Daily Science Fiction and the anthologies Alien Artifacts and The Death of All Things.