Destroyed by the Bad Boy (4 page)

Chapter Eight

Bentley

Damn, just damn. I don’t think I have ever felt so much pleasure from being sucked off before.  Sierra is one sexy little thing with a mouth from heaven.  She might have just ruined me for other women. I knew as soon as she finished that I was going to have a lot to live up to in order to pleasure her. 

We stay on the floor for several minutes as we just hold each other, but soon enough the floor grew too cold and we moved to the futon and under the blankets.  With renewed energy I shift to my side and wrapped my arms around Sierra’s slim waist.  Without warning I pull her into another heated kiss and wrestled with her remaining clothes to remove them.  Soon, she’s wearing only a pair of basic white cotton panties.

I move my lips away from hers. “Can I take these off?” I ask. I want her to be sure about this.

She nods, her eyes hazy with lust.

Slowly, I slid them down her legs, the wet spot I see on the inside making me rock hard again. Now she’s completely naked next to me, and as we kiss I reached around and grab a firm hold of her ass, enjoying the feeling of finally being able to touch that nice ass, and loving the way it fills out my hands.

But I quickly move on and lift her right leg over mine so that I can position my fingers at her moistened cunt and rub the folds of her womanhood.  The sensation makes her moan and I know that I’m well on my way to pleasing her as much as she had pleasured me.  I push a single finger into her wet opening, testing her. Fucking hell. She’s just as tight as I imagined she’d be.

“How does this feel?” I lean down to whisper, kissing her hair.

She moans. “Bentley….”

I smile at the sound of my name. Normally her voice has such venom when she says it. I like this change. I continue pumping my finger in and out and Sierra’s little whimpers get louder.

“It’s incredible. You’re amazing.” Her mouth finds mine and she kisses me.

“You’re tight baby, and I’m going to add a second finger,” I warn her, and Sierra nods.

I need to get her insides ready for what was about to come.  A second finger enters alongside the first and together they work their magic to stimulate Sierra as much as possible.  Her spasms of pleasure are a sign I’m doing a good job. Every girl is different, and it’s my job to learn them and their bodies and how to bring them pleasure.

After a few more minutes of fingering her, I can barely contain my own desire, and pull my fingers out, opting to stroke my cock with her wetness.  It doesn’t take long for me to need more, and within a few moments I’m lining my cock up with Sierra’s warm pussy. 

“Baby, I’m going to enter you now. Is that what you want?”

She nods, those giant blue eyes locked on mine.

“Tell me, Sierra. I need to hear you say it.”

“Bentley…” she moans again, in frustration this time. “I want you. Please.”

Fucking hell.
Those have to be the best words I’ve ever heard.

I tentatively push myself in, careful not to cause Sierra any discomfort. She’s tight as fuck, and I know that she hadn’t seen a lot of action so I don’t want to go too fast and hurt her.  “Tell me if it’s too much,” I ask, barely able to keep my voice steady from the sensation of her hot, tight cunt squeezing me. But her reactions are so positive, and encouraging, and soon enough I’m fully engulfed in her warmth. Once I’m balls deep, I still, and look down into her eyes.

“Bentley,” she moans again.

“I’m going to fuck you now, sweet Sierra.”

She groans, and I begin pounding that hot little cunt over and over, unable to hold back. She wraps her legs around my hips, and clings to my shoulders.

Out pace is fast and loose, skin slapping skin are the only sounds above our own breathing.  I grip her ass in one hand, and stroke my other through her hair.

Our fucking is wild and fierce with Sierra practically screaming at me for more.  I was all too happy to comply.  The pleasure I was feeling was like nothing else I had ever felt with another woman and I hoped that Sierra was enjoying herself as much as I was.  Though from the sounds she was making I would have to assume that she was.

As my climax was drawing closer and closer the rhythm of my fucking became more and more erratic as the pleasure reached a new height.  I could feel myself on the edge and so I grabbed hold of Sierra’s hips harshly and kept myself grounded deep in her pussy.

“Come for me, princess,” I growl.

Within a few more thrusts, I feel her inner muscles clamp down on me, and she screams out, crying my name over and over.

It’s the sweetest sound in the world. I come hard and long.  The heat of my seed spewing deep into Sierra’s body is equally well-enjoyed on her end, as she gasps and moans alongside me.

We collapse back onto the futon, still intertwined from our heat generating activity.  Even without the blankets I feel pleasantly warm.  In that moment everything is perfect, despite our location and circumstances.  I look down at the mess of blonde hair and smile.  Things are good.  Damn good. As if reading my mind Sierra looks up into my eyes and we share a special moment. 

“That was good,” she says. 

“Yeah, mind blowing one might say.”  She giggles at my comment and we share a blissful moment of happiness holding each other and laughing.  I know from that moment that things are never going to be the same between Sierra and I.

Chapter Nine

Sierra

The rest of the day we spend under the covers, just fooling around and talking.  The mood is so comfortable and relaxing that I forget we’re stranded in the middle of nowhere.  But the realization soon comes back in full force when we realize that the firewood we had all stocked up starts to dwindle.

“I should probably go and get more firewood otherwise we’re going to start freezing again.”  Bentley moans as he half-heartedly tries to get out of bed.

“We could just make our own warmth again if we get cold.”  I slyly say as I caress his exposed skin as he gets up.

“As tempting as that is right now, we’re going to regret it if we don’t get an actual source of warmth established.”  Bentley bends down and gives me a long kiss before pulling away and pulling on his clothes.  I sigh in mock frustration.

“Fine, do what you gotta do.” 

“Be nice, princess, and I’ll fuck you in the ass when I get back,” he says with that cocky smirk on his face.

“Bentley!” I chastise him. That’s something we haven’t discussed yet, and I don’t know how I feel about it to be honest.

I roll back onto my stomach and towards my clothes that are on the floor by the end of the bed.  No point in being naked if there isn't anyone there to keep me warm.  Though my imagination could keep be busy for a while just on the memories of the previous day.  A flush turns my cheek a soft red as I recall how powerfully I orgasmed around his big cock.

“I won’t be gone long.  Trust me I don’t want to be gone any longer than I have to be.”  His half smile convinces me that he’s thinking the same thing I am.  I lick my lips in anticipation. 

“Alright, alright, just go already so you can come back sooner.”  I push him out of the door and watch for as long as I can through the frosted windows and through the snow storm.  The flurries of snow are less intense than the first day we arrived at the cabin but are still coming down strong enough to impede Bentley’s movements.

Turning back to the small cabin space I realize there’s nothing for me to do while he’s gone.  No cabinets to explore that haven’t been explored already and no radio, television, or phone to occupy my time.  Just a futon and a sad small kitchen to keep me company. With a heavy sigh I go about letting my mind wander to the sex-capades Bentley and I shared.

Eventually I dose off, no doubt tired from the fucking he gave me. I wake with a start, feeling panic before I ever understand why. I’m still alone in the cabin, and I know it’s been several hours and Bentley still hasn’t returned.  There’s a slight sense of panic that starts to settle in the pit of my stomach and my once helpful imagination turns on me and all I can think about are all the bad things that might have happened.  What if he fell and hurt himself?  What if a bear got him?  What if he got lost?  The scenarios fill my mind and I feel completely helpless.  There is nothing I can do. I run to the window and look in earnest for him. But I can’t see a thing.

I can’t contain my worry and fears and the tears start to flow.  Falling onto the futon I let the sobs wrack my body because I know there’s nothing else I can do except let my emotions come pouring out.  In that moment when my tears blind my senses I realize how much Bentley actually means to me.  Sure the sex was been amazing, but there’s more to my feelings than just the pleasure of our physical connection.  Why has it taken me up to this point, when the possibility of having lost him forever is real, to realize how much he really means to me?  I feel like an idiot and a fool. 

A rustling sound outside catches my attention and I quiet myself so that I can listen better.  It sounds like footsteps in the snow and so I throw myself at the door and fling it wide open.  The blast of freezing cold air slaps me in the face and temporality knocks the wind out of me.  But there, in the middle of the endless white, is Bentley lumbering his way to the cabin.  Without regard for myself I run out of the cabin to meet him.

“Bentley,” I gasp, throwing my arms around him, and practically climbing his body like a tree. Sweet relief washes over me, even though it’s completely freezing.

“What the hell are you doing out here?  You will catch a cold if you aren’t frostbitten first!”  Bentley drops the wood on the ground, and holds me, even though there’s venom in his voice. We quickly grab the wood, and turn back towards the cabin.  If I help him carry the load he will be back inside with me faster.

Once we both make it back inside with the pile of wood, Bentley throws off his soaking clothes and turns towards me.  “What the hell were you thinking Sierra?”  I can tell he’s mad, but I’m just so happy to see him that I run towards him again, and launch myself into his arms and kiss him silly.

When I finally release him I pull back slightly to look at him, then I hug him hard.  “I was so worried.  I thought I had lost you.  It made me realize that my feelings for you run deeper than just a great physical connection.  I want you. I need you.”  Bentley returns my hug wholeheartedly.

“I need you too.”

Chapter Ten

Bentley

A few days after our confession to each other, we made it to the mountain resort.  Though we had missed the wedding by several days, our parents were just happy to see us.  We told them about how we had been stuck together in a cabin, though we left out the part of the practically non-stop sex we had.  Sierra and I didn’t think it prudent at that point to discuss it.  Our parents urged us to enjoy ourselves, and we did. Showering in steaming hot water, eating until we were stuffed, and then making it out onto the slopes where we skied and snowboarded our hearts out, truly enjoying ourselves.

But it was weird being apart from Sierra, always wondering where she was.  It was hard after having spent the last five days without her out of my sight to suddenly going back to hardly seeing her.  So I made up my mind, the second night after we were safely back with our parents.  In the middle of the night I left my room and made my way towards her.  Quietly I snuck into her room but before I could make it to her bed the lights flicked on.

“What are you doing sneaking around?”  Her knowing smile said it all.

“The last five days I’ve fallen asleep with you in my arms and now I can’t fall asleep without you.  I don’t want to be alone anymore.”  Sierra patted the bed and I did a running leap into it.  The sound of her laughter was like music to my ears.

That night we had sex in a proper bed and it was mind-blowing.  There was no fear of freezing to death or running out of food, or getting lost in the snowy mountains. We were safe and sound and back to normal, or at least as normal as we could be with the latest development in our less than innocent “sibling” relationship.

There was just one last thing to tie up.  As I held Sierra in my arms I turned my head towards her.

“Would you be willing to teach me how to be a good boyfriend?  I think I want to give this whole relationship thing a go.”  Sierra smiles and punches my arm at the same time.

“Of course, but I won’t go easy on you.” 

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”  We share a deeply passionate kiss and hold each other close as though we still needed our shared body heat to keep warm.

I turned her over, laying her down against the bed of pillows, and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. Taking my time, I kissed and nuzzled her beautiful breasts, and nibbled a path down her belly. Soon I was between her thighs, holding her by the hips so she couldn’t wiggle away while I treated her sweet-tasting pussy to an onslaught of naughty kisses, sucking her clit into my mouth, and reaching up to rub her nipples until she came. She orgasmed hard against my tongue, making her cunt that much juicier and ready for my big dick.

Giving her a final kiss between her thighs, I rose up on my knees and aligned my cock against her. “I can’t wait any longer, sweetheart,” I admit on a whisper.

She draws a slow, shaky breath. “We just fucked an hour ago, Bentley.”

“Get used to it, baby.” I lean down and kiss her soft lips as I give my hips a thrust, burying myself all the way inside her until my balls slap against her ass. “You’re mine now.”

A long groan crawls up her throat, and I think she might tell me I’m being too rough. Instead her small hands go to my bare ass, and she pulls me closer, burying me inside her warmth even further, if that’s even possible.

“I’m. Never. Letting. You. Go,” I bit out into between quick thrusts. She’s the most beautiful girl inside and who – one who challenged me in ways other girls never did. And not to mention, she had the tightest, sweetest pussy I’d ever felt.

Yeah, I was home.

Damn, she felt good.
Pleasure crawled up my spine, my balls tightening.

Even before Sierra came into my life and challenged my way of thinking, I was starting to question the way I was living. The truth is I never felt good about my manwhoring ways, hated the awkward morning after’s, the tear-filled eyes of the girls I had to send home. Now, I knew with her by my side, those days were in my past. A past, that despite Sierra’s complaints, she accepted. She just accepted me. I wasn’t perfect, but she was the one I wanted.

“Love you, Sierra,” I breathed against her hair, thrusting long and deep as I brought us both nearer to orgasm.

“Damn you, Bentley.” Her eyes filled with tears for an entirely different reason. “I love you too.”

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