Denying The Bad Boy (Tattooed and Pierced #2) (17 page)

His words had her anger slowly dissipating, stopped
her frustration, and made something in her heart become heavy. After the hours
of being next to him, tutoring, and fighting how she felt, she was tired, so
very tired, and not wanting to fight anymore. But could she just forget
everything? His intention to try to push her away might have been for the good,
but the way he had gone about it was so very wrong.

“I’m sorry, Mary. I’m so fucking sorry.”

She was shaking her head before he even finished.
Closing her eyes, she knew that the last of her walls had crumbled, and if he
kept going she’d be lost to him.

“Look at me.” When she didn’t obey he said it again.
“Look.
At.
Me.” His voice was harder, more demanding, and
she realized there was no stopping how she felt. She opened her eyes and stared
right into his. Their
gazes
clashed, hazel and blue
ones, and she was unable to pull away from the trance he suddenly had her in. “I
see the way you look at me when you don’t think I’m aware.” He dropped his
voice an octave. “I should be paying attention to what you’re teaching me, but
it’s hard to concentrate when I want you so fucking bad.” Today his eyes were more
green than brown. “As much as I know I am not good enough for you, and how I am
likely to ruin you in the worst kind of way, I can’t stay away. Fuck, I want
you, more than I have ever wanted anything in my life, and that scares the shit
out of me and pisses me off. I don’t like this unsteady feeling I have when
you’re near, like I can’t even think straight.”

She parted her lips to say something, anything, but
before a single word left her his mouth was on hers, taking over in every sense
of the word. Mary should have pushed him away, slapped him like she had said
she was going to do, or kicked him in the balls.
The nerve of
him thinking he could just kiss her, just take that from her without even
asking.
She should have done a lot of things, but she didn’t do any of
them, and instead melted against him.

His tongue slipped along the seam of her lips,
demanding entrance, and not waiting for her acceptance before he was delving
right in. The flavor of him was like nothing she had ever tasted, slightly
salty form his sweat, but sweet and intoxicating. There was a spicy undertone
to it, and Mary found herself moaning into his mouth.

He broke the kiss, but his lips were still pressed
to hers as he said, “It’s good, Mary. God, it is so fucking good.”

His hands slammed down on the lockers by her head,
causing the metal to vibrate behind her and echo throughout the room. She felt
caged in like she did at the club, but she wouldn’t let that night interfere
with what was happening right now. She needed this. God, she really, really
needed this. This arousal for him had been building since she had first seen
him. He may not have even known she existed, but holy hell had she known
exactly who he was. Then they had spent time together, and that slow burn had
consumed her. Being with him and giving
herself
this
moment to appreciate the delicious feelings he caused inside of her couldn’t
hurt, right?

“You like it, right, Mary? You like my hands on you,
my mouth on you, and you really like this, yeah?”

He ground his erection into her belly, and a
stuttered gasp left her. He was so obscene at times, but she knew it wasn’t
because he was trying to shock her, but because that was just who he was. He
trailed his mouth down the side of her face, over her ear where he let his
tongue trail along the shell, and stopped at the side of her neck, where her
pulse beat frantically. He moved his hands to her shoulders and clenched his
fingers around them hard, but not painfully.

“I’m so sorry, baby. The things I said, the way I
made you feel … it was wrong.” He pressed closer, and she hadn’t even thought
that were possible, not with it feeling like every part of them was touching
the other. “Do you accept my apology, Mary?” He leaned back and stared down and
into her eyes.

She couldn’t speak, let alone form the word “yes”.
So instead she just nodded. God, how could she stay mad when he sounded so
sincere and genuine?

“Tell me this isn’t just me feeling this.” He lowered
his head to the crook of her neck again and continued to lick and nip at her flesh.
The light sprinkling of scruff along his jaw had her nipples tightening.

“No.” She panted out that one word. He didn’t pull
away from her, but he did grow tense against her, and she swore he held his
breath. A moment of silence passed between them before she spoke again. “It
isn’t just you, Alex.” She licked her lips, knowing that uttering those words
would forever change everything. “I want you, Alex. I want this so badly even
though I shouldn’t.” The latter should have been kept to herself.

He groaned deeply right before he moved back to her
mouth and kissed her brutally. For several long, drugging moments, all he did
was fuck her mouth with his. It reminded her so much of sex by the way he
thrust his tongue between her lips, and then pulled away just as suddenly. Then,
because as if he wanted to make her even more crazed, and knew that he could,
he started grinding his huge erection into her stomach. Over and over he did
this, drawing out more wetness between her thighs and soft mewling noises from her
throat.

 
This is wrong. This is right
. She should
stop him. No, she should bring him closer.

He broke the kiss, tightened his hold on her arms,
and spun her around until her back was down against the smooth, ice cold wall
on the other side of the room. The wall of lockers now obstructed the view of
the door, and there was no doubt in her mind he had planned that. Alex pressed
his erection against her belly, ground that thick, solid length into her soft
flesh, and didn’t let up until she realized it was all for her.

“I’m so damn sorry for making you feel less than
what you are, Mary.” He looked into her eyes, and she held her breath, feeling
exactly how much he meant them. “I said those things, did those things, because
I thought pushing you away was what was best. I’m a shitty guy, have done a
shitload some things that I’m not proud of, and you could do a hell of a lot
better.” He had already told her this much just moments before, but she didn’t
stop him, because she could see an almost anguish in his expression, and knew
he needed to say these things over and over again until they felt right for
him.

He had this hard exterior, this bad boy persona, and
talked and acted the part, but right now he was showing her that under all of
that was just a boy. He hid behind that wall he erected, just like she did, but
right now, when it was just the two of them, he showed her himself. He may have
baggage, and a reputation that rivaled a porn star’s, but he was a good guy, no
matter what he said. She had judged him too quickly, and yeah, he had made her
feel like shit, but even if he hadn’t just told her why he had done the things
he had, she had thought that might have been his true intentions.

 
“I want this,
right now, Mary. I need you to give it to me.”

Their combined breathing was ragged and labored.
Could she actually so this with him, right here and right now? Shit, she really
wanted to. The nod she gave him was short and fast, but he had seen it
nonetheless, He dragged his teeth up and down her throat, causing a sting of
pain to burst within her, but then smoothed his tongue along the sensual abuse
until pleasure took the front seat. He continued to thrust his dick against her
belly, and she let her head fall back until the sound of her head hitting the
wall her pierced the room. Their breathing was identically erratic, and new
beads of sweat covered both of their flesh, mixing together because they were
pressed impossibly close. “God, I need this, Mary. Since the moment I saw you
in my house that night I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” He ground
his cock into her once more, and a small gasp left her. He felt so big that her
nipples tightened further, pressing against the tight elastic of her top, and
threatening to tear right through the material.

Mary wasn’t going to worry that giving into him
might have been something that broke her heart in the end, because in reality
she was sick of holding herself back, always following certain standards, and
wanted this more than she had ever wanted any other time before. “I want this,
too.”

He groaned against her throat and moved his hands
between their bodies to cup her breasts. Her top didn’t allow for much give,
and her breasts were somewhat compressed behind the fabric. He squeezed her
breasts, gave a low growl, and slipped his fingers under the snug hem of it.
His bare fingers skimmed her damp, overheated flesh, and a second later he was
wrenching the material up and over her chest. They sprang free and shook from
the force of him tearing the fabric away, but that was the last thing on her
mind because his hands suddenly cupped her bare flesh and squeezed to the point
of pain. There was no nervousness on her side over the fact her slightly
rounded belly and wide hips were on full display. But it helped her feel
confident over her size sixteen body when Alex touched her the way he did, like
he couldn’t get enough of her. She didn’t want foreplay, didn’t want touches,
and didn’t want to talk. All she wanted was to feel him inside of her, using
all that raw power that he exuded to thrust repeatedly inside of her. No more
thinking, no more questioning her actions or how she felt, Mary just decided to
go for it and prayed she was making the right decision.

Reaching between them she started pushing his shorts
down, needing to feel every part of him. He rested his head in the crook of her
neck, his frantic breath moving across her exposed breasts. Before she
effectively got his shorts passed the part of him she really needed, he placed
his hand on hers, stilling her movements. “Why are you stopping?” She could
hear her pulse racing in her ears, and feel it in her throat.

“Are you sure about this, baby, because once we do
it can’t be undone.”

No fucking shit. She wished he wouldn’t question it.
Wasn’t he the one that was just telling her he needed this to happen?

“Stop talking and just fuck me already.”

Whoa, where in the hell had that come from? He half
chuckled, half groaned, and suddenly his hands were off of hers. She quickly
pushed his shorts the rest of the way down, and he kicked them to the side. A
small cry left her when the scorching hot length of his dick touched the
exposed flesh of her belly, but that wasn’t the only reason the noise left her.
A spark of iciness touched her skin, and when she looked down she saw why. Alex
was pierced at the tip of his dick. She knew what they called that, a Prince
Albert, and until this very moment she didn’t know how turned on she could be
by the sight. The crescent shaped barbell had to have hurt when they put it
through him, but she also wondered how it felt pushing into her, and moving
along her inner walls.

“Hold on, baby.” He pulled away from her too quickly,
and she braced her hands on the wall behind her. Everything felt hazy, but soon
her mind and vision cleared enough to watch Alex move to one of the lockers,
grab his wallet from inside, and take out a condom. The sight of him in nothing
at all was like a kick to her stomach. Clenching her thighs together because
the image had gush after gush of moisture leaving her, she mentally told him to
hurry the hell up. She had never been a girl who liked a guy’s butt, but holy
hell on a cracker did he have a nice ass. In fact, everything on him was nice,
and not one ounce of fat covered his massive, golden colored frame. He turned
back
around,
and of course her gaze immediately zeroed
in on the massive cock that jutted from him, and the silver metal adorning the
head that glinted under the florescent lighting. Well shit, she wasn’t
surprised to see that everything on him was just as big and impressive.

He stalked forward, and really there was no other
word that effectively described what he was doing.
 
For a moment all he did was watch her, but
she was transfixed by the way he stared at her, as if she was the only woman who
had ever been partially nude before him. At that one moment Alex made her feel
like there was no one else for him.

Without breaking eye contact he sheathed himself
with the condom and stepped forward until their chests brushed together. He
didn’t attempt to remove her top, just made sure he had an unobstructed view of
her breasts. As if he read her mind he lowered his eyes to that part of her
anatomy.

“You’re so fucking hot, Mary.” He covered her chest
with his big hands and rubbed his thumbs along the aching peaks. He did this
for long, agonizing minutes, and just when she opened her mouth to tell him she
couldn’t handle anymore, he let go of her. But he didn’t stop, and had no
intentions of it, because he took hold of the waistband of her pants and pushed
them, along with her panties, down in one, swift move.

She pulled one of her legs out, but before she could
get the pants off the other one and kick them to the side he was gripping her
ass and lifting her up the wall. Mary had no choice but to wrap her arms around
his neck and her legs around his lean hips. His cock was steel against her
pussy, the thick length sliding along her labia and parting them. Even through
the thin layer of latex she felt the barbells of his piercing teasing every
part of her. A groan spilled from her, and she was surprised by how needy
sounding it was.