Bad Boy Valentine: The Hard and Dirty Holidays (3 page)

CHAPTER SIX

Jess

My eyes rolled back in my head as an explosion of sensation rocketed up from my pussy. Michael had teased me into a frenzy but now the tease was over. His mouth was hot and his tongue was as nimble as it was wicked. I used to think that nothing on earth could feel better than a vibrator. I was wrong. So wrong.

He licked from my entrance to my clit in several long strokes and I couldn’t stop the moans that welled up inside me. His mouth was electric and I jumped at every touch. His hands were spread along my inner thigh, spreading me so that I was wide open to him.

When he licked up and seized on my clit, I thought I might come off the bed. And then, right when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt a hard nub of hot metal teasing at my skin.

“Michael!” I gasped as his tongue piercing rake against my clit.

He moved his hands beneath my thighs and pushed my legs so they wrapped around his head. Then his hands snaked up my stomach and gripped my breasts. He groaned into my pussy and my hips rose up even higher, my ass off the bed as he licked and sucked at my most tender spots.

My stomach was already drawn tight as a piano wire when he pinched my nipples hard.

“Oh my god, Michael.” It came out in a garble, matching the thoughts that swirled in my head.

When he stabbed his tongue deep into me, any last thought disappeared. I was nothing more than a burning pyre of need. The sensation was foreign but more delicious than anything I’d ever felt.

He moved back to my clit, sucking it between his teeth and rubbing the stud in his tongue over it. I rocked my hips against his mouth, my need overcoming any embarrassment at what I was doing. I had to come. I had to.

“Mmm,” he said against me as I rocked harder and harder.

He gripped each breast hard and ran his thumb over my nipples, sending tiny explosions through me and making my pussy tighten. I was close, so close, and when I looked down and saw his eyes fixed on mine, I was gone.

I came on a scream, his name all I could think as my body seized and he kept licking me. My pussy convulsed in the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced. Wave after wave of bliss washed over me as the pleasurable waves multiplied until I was awash in a sea of indulgence. He never stopped licking, his groans vibrating into me as I arched off the bed. As I came back down, I relaxed my legs and gulped in huge breaths of air.

He gave me a few more licks, each one sending a tremor through my hypersensitive body. Then he stood and pushed his shorts off. His cock was so thick that I swallowed hard. But, god, he was gorgeous. His wide chest tapered to washboard abs, a trim waist, and that perfect length.

“This is yours, Jess.” He gripped himself as he held my gaze. “All of this.” He pumped slowly, his hand sliding along the skin where I wanted my mouth to be. “Is yours.”

I raised up on my elbows, my legs still spread, my body completely open to him. I was ready. “I want it. Give it to me.” Was that my raspy sex voice demanding his cock?

His eyes lit at my words and climbed on top of me, kissing up my stomach and between my breasts to my mouth. He licked across my lips and I opened for him as our mouths met. I tasted myself on him and felt his shaft against my hot, wet skin.

Right at that moment, I realized I may have asked for more than I could handle. His cock was so hard and big that I wondered how it would ever fit inside me. He swiped his tongue over mine and tangled his fingers in my hair before pulling my head back onto the bed. His lips moved to my neck where he sucked my skin between his teeth and nipped at me.

I dug my nails into his back and exhaled hard. He laughed against my skin and kissed to my ear. “I know you want my cock.”

I moaned as he pinned my earlobe between his teeth.

“I know you want it deep inside you. Do you want me to come in you? I already know the answer.” He thrust his hips against me, his head rubbing sinfully against my clit. “You want it all, don’t you? I bet you can’t wait for me to fill every hole you’ve got. My little virgin slut.”

His words should have angered me, should have had me questioning him. They had the opposite effect. Dirty talk turned me the fuck on. I melted beneath him, my fear draining away as desire roared up into its place. I wanted everything he offered.

“That’s what I thought.” He gripped my throat and licked up my ear. “I know you want it hard. I know you want me to make it hurt.”

“Yes.” I moaned as he squeezed my neck. He read my thoughts, my deepest needs, my darkest wants.

“Spread wide for me.” He released my neck and put both hands next to my head, pushing up and away from me.

I did as he said, letting my legs fall wide, my knees bent. The ink on his chest was stark, and I was overcome with the urge to lick every line, every bit of residual pain it took to mark his skin so beautifully. His gaze trailed down my body to my quivering pussy.

“Fuck.” His jaw tightened and he moved his hips back and forth, his slick head teasing my clit until I was moving with him. My strokes meeting his and increasing the buzz between my legs.

“I’m going to try to go slow.” He shook his head. “I
will
go slow. For your first time.” He looked back to my eyes. “But after this, after I’ve finally sank balls deep inside you, I can’t make any more gentle promises. Understand?”

My body thrilled at his threat. “Yes.”

His face softened. “It’s going to hurt at first, but then I promise I’ll make it all better. Trust me?”

I took a deep breath. This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for, the man I’d been lusting for.

I met his gaze. “Take me.”

He closed his eyes as if he’d just heard some enticing music. Then he slid his hips back and let the head of his cock fall to my entrance. He looked down to where our bodies touched and pressed forward.

Pressure and then nothing. He stopped.

“Fuck, you’re tight, Jess.” His biceps trembled as he held himself over me.

“More,” I breathed. I wanted to be filled.

He moved into me, stretching me, then he pulled back and pushed in further. A slight pinch and then just the amazing feel of him.

“You okay?” His voice was gruff but controlled.

“Yes. More.”

He gritted his teeth, then backed out again and pushed deeper. It stung but I found myself clawing at his shoulders.

“All of it, please. I need it.”

At my words he pulled back again and surged forward. I yelped at the sharp ache and then moaned as he settled down on top of me.

“Shit, Jess.” His voice was gravelly.

He stilled as my body adjusted to him, to his thick length.

“Still okay?”

“Don’t stop.” I was desperate for more. I’d finally crossed the threshold. Now it was time to explore.

“I have to go slow.” His voice was a mix of pleasure and pain as he looked into my eyes.

“Please, give it to me.” I moved my hips against his, getting a taste for the friction that had my body spiraling even higher.

He groaned and buried his head in the crook of my neck. “I want to pin your knees at your ears and fuck you until you scream. But I can’t. Not this time.”

“This time. Every time. I’m begging you.” I clutched his hair and arched my back.

Slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in. Then he did it again, faster.

“Yes.” My breasts rubbed against him as he rocked into me, my nipples aching for his touch.

He bit my shoulder and started a slow rhythm, giving me just enough to stoke the fire without sending me up in flames. He ground against my clit on each stroke as I met him. I didn’t know it would feel like this. He was all around me, inside me, ingrained in every cell of my body.

He took my mouth, his tongue stabbing into me in the same rhythm as his cock. I angled my head so he could go even deeper. He growled and sped his pace, finally giving in to what he wanted instead of fearing hurting me.
Yes.

I lifted my hips, relishing every second of wet contact. He pistoned into me again and again, each pump harder than the last, until the sounds of skin on skin ricocheted around the room. Our bodies, slick with sweat, slid against each other as he broke our kiss and fisted my hair, pulling my head to the side.

His teeth in my neck had my body tightening even more, my pussy clenching him even deeper inside me. His movements grew wilder, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. So much delicious friction made the pleasure pool between my legs.

“I’m close, Michael.”

“Fucking hell.” He shoved into me harder, the headboard banging against the wall. “Come on my cock. I want to feel every last jolt in your sweet pussy.”

He bit down harder at my throat. I angled my hips up to him so every thrust hit my clit. I was already there. I clenched and my muscles seized as my pussy writhed around his cock, squeezing and caressing him as I came on a wave of sweet release.

He grunted, deep and masculine, and he pushed as far as he could go.

“Oh, fuck Jess. Fuck.” His words were muffled against my neck, but I felt his cock kicking inside me.

The thought of him coming kept my orgasm rolling, like a never-ending wave on the shore. I didn’t realize I’d been saying his name like a chant until I came back down. I stopped my mouth, though my heart galloped ahead, beating out of my chest.

It was over. Michael had taken my virginity.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Michael

I couldn’t believe I’d just taken her virginity. And done it far more roughly than I’d intended. I winced at the thought of hurting her.

She sighed beneath me and lazily ran her fingers in my hair.

“Did I hurt you?” I lifted my head to look into her eyes, dreading I would see pain in them.

She nodded and bit her lip. “Yes. Can we do it again?”

I laughed and put my palm on her cheek. “As many times as you want.”

She grinned and my heart, which was already beating rapidly, sped up. She was radiant, her skin pinked from her exertions and her eyes a sparkling blue. I kissed her, gently this time, and savored her taste. I wanted to stay inside her, but I wasn’t sure what was in store for her since she’d been a virgin.

I backed away slowly and looked down. I quirked my head to the side. No blood or anything dramatic. I looked back up to her, and she was peering down, too, no doubt looking for the same thing I was.

She smiled and lay back. “Good. I read it’s different for everyone.”

I moved back on top of her and kissed her before resting my forehead on hers. “How was it for you?”

She looked up, pretending to give it some deep thought. “I would say it was . . . hmm . . . Let me think—”

I bit her bottom lip and pulled it into my mouth.

“Mmm.” She ran her hands through my hair. “It was better than I ever imagined.”

Pride roared to life inside my chest. I had given her a great first time. I wanted to get up and strut around the apartment complex. Fuck that, the block.

She ran her hand down to my cheek and cupped it. I leaned into her light touch.

“So, what happens now?” she asked.

“Now.” I dropped another kiss on her lips before getting to my feet. “I bring you some tissues, we clean up, then you come over to my place for a late night snack.”

I went to her bathroom and smiled at all the girly items on the counter – face creams, lotions, and hair products. Then I took her the tissue and helped her clean up.

Pulling on my shorts, I looked at her over my shoulder. “Wear PJs. You’re spending the night.”

Her eyebrows went up as I walked out. She shouldn’t have been surprised. When I’d said she was mine, I’d meant it. I knew from the moment I’d first seen her that she was something special, something that I had to have. The more I learned about her, the more I knew it was true. Love at first sight. I didn’t think it was remotely possible until the day I’d seen her, the day I’d finally laid eyes on the one made for me. And then I was a believer.

I went to my apartment kitchen and, after turning the sound system on low, started making some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, midnight snack of champions. I glanced over to the clock. It was only five more minutes until midnight. Until Valentine’s day. I smiled. I’d never had a “Valentine” before. Never kept a girl around long enough to indulge in the holiday with her. But with Jess? I was going to go all out on romance. I wish I’d planned it better, but I wouldn’t change the way it went down for a second.

When I was finishing up with the last one, I heard my door open.

“Michael?” Her voice, but now shot through with shyness.

Her hesitant movements had me smirking and my cock hardening. I would bring the wildcat back out, and sooner rather than later. “Come in and lock it behind you.”

“Okay.” The lock clicked over and she padded into my galley kitchen.

I almost dropped the butter knife. She wore a tank top, no bra, and her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. On the bottom, a set of shorts with lace around the edges. It was a matching set, and I wanted it matching in a torn heap on the floor.

She fidgeted under my stare and crossed her arms over her chest.

“No.” I was on her in the blink of an eye, one hand in her hair and the other pushing her arms down. “I want to see you.”

She gasped and stared up at me, her guileless eyes bright. Slowly, she let her arms fall.

I backed away and took my time looking her over. She was a curvy hourglass. Her long, dark hair draped over her shoulder and her mouth was the perfect pout. There must have been countless men who’d tried for her. I stood a little straighter knowing she’d saved herself and given it all to me.

“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” I wanted to get my camera out right then and there. But it could wait. I had to taste her again first.

She blushed and dropped her gaze. “No.”

I put my index finger under her chin and lifted her eyes back to mine. “I have never seen anything more beautiful.”

“But you photograph models all day . . . Or all night, I guess.”

“Those girls don’t hold a candle. And they certainly don’t hold my interest.” I used to date models. They were easy and available. Not anymore.

I leaned in and brushed my lips across hers. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back for me. I ran my hand down her throat, to her collar bone, and then lower to her breast. It was somewhat more than a handful, firm and yet still soft. Perfect.

Her stomach growled, and she opened her eyes. “Sorry. I skipped dinner.”

I didn’t want to let her go, but more important than my need to claim her was my need to take care of her.

“You came to the right place. Have a seat.”

“Those look good.” She gestured to the sandwiches with a graceful movement. “I’m starving.”

I poured two glasses of milk, and we sat at the small bar.

“So,” she said in between bites, “I know a few things about you, but not everything. Do you do this a lot?”

“What? Seduce virgins?”

She snorted. “Um, no. I guess I meant have sleepovers with strange women?”

“No. Like I said, I make no bones about my past. I’ve been with a lot of women.”

She flinched a little at my words. I took her hand and pressed it between mine.

“But that was before you.”

“You don’t know me.” She shook her head.

“At the risk of sounding like a total stalker, I know you’re about to go to law school. I know you worked your way through undergraduate. I know your parents have never really supported you and that everything you’ve done, you’ve done on your own. You’ve been on Dean’s List every semester. You volunteer at the Humane Society even though you’re allergic to cats. I could go on but I don’t want you to run out the door.”

She put her glass of milk down. “How do you know all that?”

My stomach twisted. I didn’t want her to think I was a perv or something. “Social media snooping and, well, I own the building, so I did a background check on you when you moved in.”

She stared at me, her mouth slightly open.

“But it’s not like I put cameras in your apartment or anything,” I hurriedly added.
Had I thought about it?
I plead the Fifth.

“What?” Her eyebrows shot up. “Wait, you own the building?”

I tossed my napkin on the bar and leaned back. “Yeah. Bought it two years ago.”

She drank down the rest of her milk, as if buying time to think.

“Tell me what you know about me. Don’t hold back. I know you’ve done your homework, too.” I smiled remembering how many times I’d caught her watching me.

“Well, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and met my eyes. “I know you have a, um, darker past. That you’ve been to prison. That you are notorious for getting with models at your shoots—”

“Not anymore,” I interjected.

She nodded. “Okay, so you
were
notorious for that. That you’re one of the most sought-after photographers in town. That you ride a motorcycle and have a penchant for fast cars. And that you make my heart do this weird stutter step whenever I see you.” Her eyes grew wide when she finished her last sentence, and she looked away.

Her honesty was the sweetest thing I’d ever heard.

“I feel it, too.”

“You do?” She watched me through her lashes.

“Yes.”

“Then what took you so long to-to . . .”

“To talk to you?” I ran my fingers through her hair.

“Yes.”

“I had some work to do.”

She canted her head to the side. I had to explain, but hated telling her the whole, ugly truth. Still, it had to be done.

“Work on myself, really, is what it amounts to. What you said about the women.” I rolled my shoulders, suddenly nervous. “That was true. I didn’t want to be that man anymore. I didn’t want to get black out drunk or high as a kite after a shoot and wake up with strange women in my bed. That wasn’t good enough for you.” I took her hands in mine as I laid myself bare. “
I
wasn’t good enough for you. The moment I saw you, I knew. I knew it in my bones. I know that sounds crazy, but it’s true. I just needed some time to get my shit together.”

Her eyes opened wider as I spoke. “For me?”

“All for you. Yes.” I kissed her fingertips. “I still shoot at night. But I don’t sleep with models. I barely even drink anymore and I haven’t touched powder in months. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still going to ride my bike. I’m still going to get inked and pierced and probably get into fights. I’m still going to be me, but I want to be the best version of me possible. Because that’s what you deserve.”

A tear rolled down her cheek and I wiped it away.

“Is it too much?”

She cleared her throat, the tears thick in the sounds. “No.” She kissed me, all shyness gone. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she licked my lips and moved her hands to the back of my neck.

She was sweet from her sandwich and cool from the milk. But her body was pure heat. I ran my hands to her waist and edged my fingers under her top. My palms were itching for her skin. Chill bumps erupted along her sides as I moved my hands up to her ribs, pushing the fabric from her as I went.

She kissed down my jaw and licked along the swirl of ink at the side of my neck. I groaned and pulled her to me, her hot cunt straddling my leg. My cock was already back in fighting form, pushing at my shorts and trying to get to the sweet paradise between her thighs.

I pushed her top the rest of the way up and cupped her breasts, running my thumb over the erect tips. She slid her hands down my chest, her fingertips pressing against me and feeling every ridge and ripple as she went. When her fingers reached under the waistband of my shorts at the same time she nipped at my neck, I had to take her hands and pull them away.

“Can you do this again so soon? Because if we keep going like this, I can’t stop. I won’t.” I couldn’t be anything but honest with her. I already wavered on the edge of throwing her onto the kitchen floor and fucking her black and blue.

“I want to.” She strained against my hold, her fingers seeking my cock.

Fuck.
I released her and she reached into my shorts and palmed me. When she made contact, I hissed.

“So that’s what it feels like.” She smiled.

I let my head loll back as her fingers explored me. Then her mouth was on my nipple, teasing the barbell and running her teeth along the raised skin. My hips jerked as she squeezed my length in her small palm. I refused to come in her hand, but if she didn’t stop, I would.

“Come on.” I pulled her to me and lifted her under her thighs.

I was almost to my bedroom when a loud bang shattered the relative stillness of my apartment.

“Michael? It’s Layla. Want to be my slutty valentine again this year?” Her words were slurred.

Jess tensed in my arms and my heart sank. No matter how much I’d tried to change for her, my past was still there. She pushed against my hands so she could stand up.

I reluctantly let her go.

“It’s okay. I’ll just . . . I’ll just go back to my place.” She studied her feet, her dark hair hiding her eyes.

I put my hands on her shoulders. “That’s my past. You’re my future. I’m sorry. Please, stay.”

“Michael!” Layla called and banged on the door some more. I didn’t remember her, not even a little.

“I just can’t.” She sidestepped me and walked away. I wanted to grab her, to tie her to my bed, to do anything but let her walk away. I didn’t. I wanted her to choose me as freely as I’d chosen her.