Denying The Bad Boy (Tattooed and Pierced #2) (18 page)

“You want me, Mary? You want this?” He pressed more
firmly against her, and her mouth opened on a silent cry.

“You know I do, so stop being an asshole and give it
to me already.”

His chuckle was deep, and she couldn’t understand
how he could be so controlled in a situation like this. Mary felt as though
she’d float away if she wasn’t holding onto him. He didn’t respond, and instead
kept hold of her with one strong hand, and used the other to reach between
their bodies and align the tip of his shaft with the opening of her body. She
wasn’t a virgin, but she also hadn’t been intimate with anyone in over two
years, and Alex was a far cry from average in size. His gaze was trained between
them, and she wondered exactly how much he could see. What if someone walked in
right now? It would only take a few short steps for someone to see them pressed
against the wall. Surprisingly that knowledge turned her on even more.

He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and said,
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Mary.”

He pushed just the tip into her, and she let her
eyes close at the delicious way he stretched her. The feeling of that piercing
at the tip of his erection rubbing against her, only hidden by the thin condom,
inflamed her. A burning pain slammed into her as he continued to push all of
those long, thick inches inside of her. God, he had to be at least nine inches
long. He was also far thicker than she could comfortably take, but that wasn’t
enough to have her stopping this. Just as quickly as the discomfort started,
came
an intense pleasure right on its heels. He dug the fingers
of one of his hands into her ass with bruising force, but she liked that added
spark of pain, loved that it told her he was barely controlling himself.

“You’re so fucking tight.” His eyes were still
closed, and his voice had gone guttural. Alex dropped his head back to the
crook of her neck and used his free hand to grip her thigh, steadying her and
keeping her stationed all in the same breath. With every thrust into her, she
finally realized what it was to be claimed, and realized that she was already
lost for Alex.

“It feels so good.
You
feel so good.” He curled his hips into her and buried the rest
of his dick in her pussy. They both let out a hard grunt of pleasure, and Mary
curled her nails into his back, loving how he filled every single part of her.

“It’s good, Alex. God it’s good.”

His breath became quicker when he started thrusting
in and out of her, his heavy sack beneath his dick slapping against her ass. It
was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one. The wall was rough on her back,
scraping up and down as his pumping increased in intensity. He just held her
tighter, just his stretch of one arm to hold her up and fuck her at the same
time.

“More, Alex.
God,
more
.”
Here she was, begging him
for it harder, faster, and with only a wall separating them and more than
twenty people right on the other side. She wanted to be the one to leave marks
on his back from the ferocity of what they were doing. A part of her knew that
once this moment was over the chances of Alex wanting her again were slim.

“I like it when you beg for it, baby.”

He never stopped his steady thrusting. In and out,
harder and faster, and Mary was right back there with him.
 

“Just feel me, Mary.” His voice was a rough whisper,
and when he dragged his tongue up and down her throat, growled in response to
her shivering because of his wicked ministrations, she knew she wouldn’t, and
couldn’t, stop herself from coming fast and hard.

The root of his cock rubbed along her clit, back and
forth, again and again, and that tightening in her body, signaling her climax
rushed to the surface and stole all sanity.

“I’m close, Alex.” His name came out of her on a
gasp as he thrust severely into her, hitting something deep inside that had her
inner muscles clenching around him involuntarily.

“Yeah, that’s fucking it. Tighten around me, make me
come right along with you, baby.” He was so strong, so potent, that she felt
drunk in his presence, high with his cock inside of her. “Your pussy is so
tight, and you feel so fucking good. I’ve never felt anything better, Mary.” He
slammed into her, pressing his body fully against hers as he continued to pump only
his hips, bringing her closer and closer to coming. Her skin was chafed from
the wall, and her thighs ached from how wide they were spread. He bottomed out,
pulled almost all the way out until only the tip was lodged inside of her, and
repeated the action over and over again. He was an animal, growling and nipping
at her neck, rubbing his scruff against her already sensitive skin, and never
giving her a reprieve. He moved his hand between their bodies, found her engorged,
sensitive clit, and rubbed the little nub back and forth until her orgasm
rushed to the surface so fast stars danced in front of her vision.

Mouth opening, and a cry bubbling up from her
throat, she knew she was going to be too loud, but Alex anticipated it and
slammed his hand over her mouth and pressed down. God, he was so dominating, so
controlling, that her pleasure just continued to climb. Spearing her hands in
his hair, she tugged on the strands. He moved his hand from her mouth and
slanted his lips to hers, swallowing the last remnants of noise that came from
her. With one brutal push into her Alex buried his entire length in her pussy
and groaned out his orgasm against her mouth. She felt him swell further, felt
the heavy pulse as he emptied himself, and found the sensation exhilarating. Alex
sagged against her, his chest rising and falling, compressing hers and causing
it difficult for her to breathe.

His hands clenched against her body. “That was—” The
locker room door opening had both of them stilling.

“Mary, you in here?”
The
sound of Darcy calling out had both of them tensing.

Shit,
oh shit
.
They looked at each other for a beat, and then she called out, “Uh, yeah, hold
on. I’m fixing...” Shit, what was she fixing? “I’ve got to get my stuff.” Alex
leaned back and smirked at her, and she smacked his chest, annoyed. “It was the
best I could come up with,” she whispered and shrugged.

“What, ashamed of me?” he said just as low. He was
teasing her, and she couldn’t help but smile even if she was freaking out.

“
Shh
.” She pushed him away
and gasped when he slid out of her. A soft groan left him, and Mary bit her
lip, hoping Darcy couldn’t hear. “No, I’m not ashamed, but I don’t want to be
caught having sex with a guy in the locker room.” She started adjusting her
clothing as quickly as possible.

“You okay? I saw Alex and wondered how things are
with you two, but then you hauled ass out of there and I got my answer.”
Darcy’s voice didn’t get any closer. When she was fully dressed, she glanced
down at herself and made sure everything was where it should be, and then glanced
at Alex. He was still naked and now leaning against the lockers in all his
glory. He had gotten rid of the condom, but his dick was still semi-hard, and a
flush of heat moved through her. Why couldn’t she top staring at his piercing?

Because
you’ve never seen anything like that in person before.

She mouthed to Alex, “Why aren’t you getting dressed?”
His smile widened, and he brought his finger to his mouth to gesture for her to
be quiet.

“Mary?”

“I’m almost done.”

“What are you doing?”

Shit.
“Getting
my stuff, but I had to change my … underwear.” She closed her eyes and
grimaced.
Underwear?
When she glanced at Alex it was to see his wolfish grin.

“Uh, underwear?
What,
you all sweaty from doing half an hour on the treadmill?” Darcy started
laughing. Mary grabbed her bag that was haphazardly on the floor and slung it
over her shoulder.

“Something
like
that.” She
walked past him, but he grabbed her hand before she turned the corner. He
pulled her in close, and before she knew what he was doing his mouth was on
hers and he swept his tongue in her mouth. And just like that she was wet all
over again, and really did need to change her panties. He broke the kiss, and
Mary leaned forward, seeking more. He gave her a lopsided grin, and her cheeks
heated.
Damn him
. Mary couldn’t help
smiling back.

He leaned in close so his mouth was right by her
ear. “I’ll call you later, yeah?” Her heart stuttered, and she found herself
nodding. “Good.” He kissed her again, but there was no tongue, just a light
press of his lips against hers. “Now, you better go or she’ll come around the
corner and see my goods.” He tapped her on the kiss, and she made a little
noise.

Before Darcy did come around the corner she left
Alex standing there naked, her cheeks still hot from what they had done.
“Sorry.”

“Girl, what in the hell were you doing back there?”
Darcy looked curious, even peeked around Mary’s shoulder. Mary grabbed Darcy’s
arm and tried to steer her away, but Darcy dug her heels in the ground. “Wait a
minute. Why in the hell did you haul ass out of there? Was it because of Alex?
I thought you were just tutoring him so he’d go with you to your sister’s
wedding? You guys fighting again? Did that asshole make some other dick-wad
comment?” Darcy’s rapid-fire questions had Mary’s head spinning.

“Can we talk about this at home?” Darcy’s expression
didn’t flicker, but as she roamed her eyes up and down Mary, and that confusion
slowly vanished, and in its place was a shit-eating grin.

“Oh. My.
Fucking.
Go—” Mary
used all her strength and pulled Darcy out of the locker room, because no way
in hell did she want Alex hearing whatever was about to come out of her
roommate’s mouth.

Chapter
Fourteen

“What in the hell are you doing?” Darcy was all but
laughing as Mary moved through the gym so fast she felt the fighters stopping
what they were doing to watch. “I’ll call you later, Mica.” Darcy called out
behind her. Once they were outside Mary let go of Darcy and stared at her.
 
“Alex
was in the locker room with you, wasn’t he?” By the heat that covered every
part of Mary, and the hundred-watt grin on Darcy’s face, Mary knew her friend was
aware of what she hadn’t said aloud. Darcy leaned forward, and in a hushed, but
excited voice said, “Oh. My.
God.
You slept with him,
you slut.” She looked around, but Mary knew she wasn’t nearly done
interrogating her. “Is he big? Oh, God, I bet he is. I knew he fucked you by
the ‘I just got screwed good and hard look’ written all over your face.” Darcy
kept going on and on, and Mary glanced around, feeling even more humiliated.

“
Shh
,
Darcy.
You’re so loud.” Scrubbing a hand over her face and then up to her hair, Mary
knew her face heated further when she felt her ponytail hanging lopsided. “Yeah,
okay I did have sex with him.” Darcy took her hand, and they started walking to
the curb, but before they made it back to the alleyway and to Darcy’s car the
sound of the gym’s front door opening stopped them.

“Can I give you girls a lift?” They turned around,
and Alex walked up to them. Mary’s heart immediately started pounding. He had a
different pair of shorts on and a black t-shirt, but all she could picture was
him naked and thrusting into her. “It’s not really safe to be walking alone
downtown. Mica shouldn’t have let you guys come here alone. He should get his
ass beat because of it.” His face was a hard mask, and he tilted his head to
the side and gestured for them to follow. They looked at each other, and then
at Alex as he walked over to a truck parked next to the curb.

“You will give me details later, girl,” Darcy
whispered, and Mary couldn’t help but chuckle. Of course Alex had no problem
navigating through traffic and circling back around so he could park next to
Darcy’s car. There was a moment of awkward silence.

Mary opened the door, but Alex’s deep voice stopped
her.

“Mary, can I talk to you for a moment?”

Darcy cleared her throat. “I’ll, uh, leave you two
alone for a moment.” Mary wasn’t looking at Darcy, but she could hear the smile
in her friend’s voice. Why was the truck so freaking warm all of a sudden?
Darcy gave Mary two thumbs up once she was out of the car and she prayed Alex
hadn’t seen it, but when she looked at him, saw his grin, she knew damn well he
had.

“Your friend seems nice, although if she’s seeing
Mica she must be a little rebel.” That she was.

Mary put a stray piece of hair behind her rear that
had fallen from her ponytail. She didn’t know what to say, but sure as hell
wasn’t going to let him see how nervous she was. When he didn’t start talking
she decided to just get this over with.

“What did you want to talk about?” His amusement from
only seconds before was now gone, and Mary’s heart raced even faster.

He looked out the window, and then after a long
couple of seconds turned back to her. “I want to take you on a date.” For a
moment all she could do was stare at him, because as silly as it seemed, even
after they had just had sex, this was so not what she thought he would be
telling her.