Never Kiss a Bad Boy (25 page)

“Fuck,” Kite grunted, pulling me closer. Shoving past my mouth, he hit the back of my throat. I shuddered, my nose tickled by his curls of hair. “That's something else.”

I felt his heartbeat through his cock, felt it speeding up with each movement I made.

Jacob hooked his arms under my knees. “I need more of you, Marina. More and more and... dammit.”

I wanted to see the face of this calm, calculating man when he finally lost control. Jacob's leash had snapped, leaving behind an animal that wanted to do nothing more than stuff me with his heavy cock.

He bent close, voice a hot threat in my ear. “I can feel how close you are. When you come, I'm going to be buried to the hilt. I'm going to relish how you scream and thrash on my cock. How does that sound?”

I couldn't speak, not with Kite in my mouth. It was a relief, I was terrified of what awful thing I'd babble. I didn't like him asking me questions, the answers were too fluid, too shocking.

My pussy rippled, a stab of delight that spoke volumes.

“You
do
love it. That's good, Marina. I want you to love it,” Jacob chuckled, teeth nipping my ear. “Because I love it, too. I don't want to stop. I think... once I feel you come... I won't be able to let you go.”

The ringing in my skull left me stunned.

Jacob slammed into me faster. The sound of it echoed, the motion making me rock around so that Kite's fingers in my hair were all that held me on him. The cock in my throat flexed; Kite was close to finishing, but I was quicker.

The first claws of the orgasm that had been held back for too long slid through me and ate up my sanity. I saw nothing, and all I could feel was the burst of pleasure—it teetered close to pain.

I'd never come so hard, it was... violent. Were my eyes open, or shut? I just saw color, flashes that told me nothing. My brain was struggling to handle the rush of sensation. Every cell in me vibrated.

Around the thick shaft in my mouth, I moaned and sobbed. Kite broke past my gag reflex, warm seed filling my belly. He tasted like nothing I'd ever experienced. Did 'shameless' have a flavor?

As the flutters of orgasm became aftershocks, and Jacob kept stroking into my slippery thighs, I realized he wasn't done. I'd sworn he'd been close, that he'd been losing control. But now, as Kite pulled away and wiped himself off, mumbling something to himself, Jacob was... refreshed.

He looked down at me, allowing me to gaze into the tender blue eyes that hid every terrible thing he'd ever done, and had yet to do.

“Did you think I was finished? I told you,” he said, “I felt you come, and now I need more of that. More of you, Marina. And by the color of your cheeks and the way your cute pussy is twitching, you want more of this, too.”

Something in my stare gave me away. He'd spotted it because Jacob was a master at observation. But once, he'd told me I was perceptive, too. Over the brain melting sensations, I recognized the new look on his face.

It was the moment that he understood our dynamics were permanently changed.

This part of me they'd exposed, it was one I never knew I had.

My own hidden facet.

“She's insatiable,” Kite said, pumping himself in his fist. Like he was one to talk.

Studying me, how my breasts heaved with my sharp intakes of oxygen, the hitman slowed his strokes. My flinch was humiliating, though his smirk just turned my fire up even higher. Fuck, he was sexy.

Jacob said, “This might be dangerous.”

Dangerous? There was danger in this room, but it was from them, not me.

I had a sinking feeling that I'd gone and given them something powerful. A secret weapon to use against me.

This man—both of them—they were breaking me down. They'd seen me at my most vulnerable. How had it come to this?

Kite and Jacob shared a look. “Another time,” Jacob stated, and the other man nodded.

The fear in my belly had become a tangle of thorns. What the hell had they just decided?

They had something planned for me, was it different than my suspicion that they'd kill me one day?

Why couldn't Kite have just lied to me, that time in my kitchen?
I wondered sadly. I should have pushed harder, made him promise he wouldn't ever kill me. His inability to do so was a cold slap of reality.

Abruptly, Jacob lifted me, putting my heels on his shoulders. I was shoved deep into the couch, sinking physically and mentally as he began pumping his thickness back into my desperate cunt.

And I did want more—needed more.

Again and again, the dark-haired man slid inside. He had me bent double, his lips on my neck, nostrils flaring as he inhaled me. “Again,” he growled, crushing his hands on my forearms. “Come for me again. I want to feel you trembling for me.”

This man who could easily murder me, he chose to ruin me in another way. Jacob left me in pieces, demanding another orgasm, and my body obeyed.

The hot, squeezing ripples took hold. My thighs shook, the climax coming so fast I couldn't prepare. Squealing, my pussy thrummed on him, his cock expanding with his lust.

“Good,” he said softly. Behind his tongue, I heard him struggling. His length throbbed in me, warning us both that he was close to coming.

He stopped moving, shocking me and eliciting a pathetic whine. Thumbing my lower lip, he asked, “You'll come for me again, right?”

The words were torn from me. “Yes! Yes, please—I'll come!”

“Not just now,” he whispered darkly. “Anytime I want you to... I'm going to make you. And you're going to let me.”

He taunted me, rubbing his shining length over my inner thigh.

Unable to argue, I arched on the couch and moaned. “Just fuck me, Jacob! I... whatever you want, just fuck me!”

My emptiness, a yawning ache, was brief. Kissing me roughly, he buried himself back inside with new vigor. His fingers slid down, massaging my ass, digging into the soft flesh.

“Every part of you is built for this,” he hissed through his teeth.

I held onto his shoulders and luxuriated in the feel of his muscles. Everything about these two men drove me mad. They kept telling me I was perfect and beautiful, but they were the gorgeous ones.

“You're hogging her,” Kite grumbled.

Jacob spoke to me, quiet and smokey. “Hear that? Kite wants more of you. Will you be able to handle him, after I'm through?”

For the first time in forever, I found my voice. “Yes, I can take it.”

It was a bold claim, but I was on the tipping point of cresting into orgasm again. I felt like I could handle anything.

Jacob bit my shoulder—the one Kite
hadn't,
the other day—and pumped his cock rapidly. He pushed deep, stirring me up. He'd figured my body out so fast. “You're going to milk my cock when you come again,” he said with a smirk. “Understand?”

My answer was a raspy moan, hips bucking as I lost it. This orgasm was softer than the others, my body saying it was losing strength. I felt the foggy smear of a blackout coming, and barely clung on.

Jacob growled, his body shaking as he hugged me into his firm chest. He trapped me there, his shaft flexing and pulsating in my cunt. Our cells pressed together, and for a moment, our existences merged.

We weren't broken people with ulterior motives.

We weren't out to use each other.

Jacob and I melted together, singing with our lust—singing together. My ears wormed with that song for a long while after.

The condom filled with his warmth as he spilled inside of me. I felt a brief flicker of disappointment, an irrational desire to feel his come in my core.

Sliding out, he backed away and looked down on me. I was slick from head to toe, sweat and juice.

Then he was replaced by Kite.

Tattooed knuckles guided a new, latex covered cock to my lower lips. “Hi,” he said, winking. “Long time no see.”

Kite flipped me over, leaving me disoriented. Pulling my knees to the floor, he put a hand on my lower back so my breasts spilled over the couch cushion. He spread me from behind, but I took it further, sliding my legs apart wantonly.

“Holy hell,” he groaned. I flushed, oddly proud that he liked the view.

With his thumbs holding me open, he entered without any friction.

All the tension was in my throat.

My moan was gritty, nails digging into the couch. I should have been numb by now, but my body was awake, atoms dancing and shouting.

He kissed the back of my neck, turned me so he could steal my tongue. Kite's teeth tugged my lower lip, hands solid as bear traps on my ass cheeks.

His body moved, a piston that slammed into me with sporadic rhythm. He wasn't like Jacob, he was more wild—spontaneous. It turned other parts of my mind on overdrive.

Kite fucked like a man who would never get to fuck again. He was devouring me, he couldn't get enough.

Everything Kite did, he did it in excess.

That included me.

He burned hot, scraping the tip of his cock along the roof of my pussy. Coiling up my hair, he forced me to bend my spine. It made my walls clamp harder, it also made me look up.

Jacob stood on the other side of the couch.

The sight of him made my heart spin. He'd put on his briefs, though they did little to hide his magnificent cock. At some point, he'd poured himself a drink. Now, sipping it, he watched me over the rim like I was a new toy he had big dreams for.

Behind me, Kite bit off a snarl. “Damn, you're so tight.” Grinding into me harder, he clutched a plump ass cheek—then smacked it. The sound was a whip-crack, my clit electrified by the vibrations.

A small gasp escaped me; it pushed Kite over the edge, his hold on me so severe my skull ached. The noise he made was inhuman, his passion tearing aside his mask. Kite was a devil, clawing at me as he rode out his own pleasure.

He created static, it charged between us, forcing us magnetically closer.

Sobbing, I endured the sudden orgasm that ripped through me. I hadn't felt it until it sucker punched me. It shredded my strength, left me slumping when Kite let go of my hair.

His cock was still pumping, his harsh groans unrestrained.

Kite wasn't embarrassed to show how I affected him.

Shivering, I laid there in a heap. The edges of my vision blurred, leaving me blind in the wake of this unforgettable night. I'd never been more satisfied or more exhausted.

I was going to be sore tomorrow.

Fingers trailed over the dip in my back, the wetness from my sweat made the trip slick.

Who did they belong to?

Kite stepped back, my pussy giving a pathetic twitch to keep him inside. He'd finished, but he was
still
solid as a rock.

Shadows fell over me, then the sound of soft footsteps hit my ears. They went on forever; a gentle thumping that danced in my ears, then my skull, and then deep in my heart.

I didn't know I was falling asleep until it was too late.

Kite

T
he apartment was warm, stuffy. I hadn't had much to drink, but my head was clogged like I had a hangover. I had to sit up slowly.

Where the fuck am I?

It wasn't my bed, and that made no sense.

Turning, I looked over the quiet, clean room, and recognized Jacob's place. It was still dark out, the windows showing a hint of blue. The clock on his microwave blinked at me.
It's seven in the morning, what woke me up?

The blanket tumbled off of me when I sat up. On the opposite couch I saw my pants and jacket. They'd been folded neatly.

I remembered everything.

That other couch was where we'd bent Marina, tasting her sweet cries. Felt every curve of her body, left fingerprints on her soul. My cock was getting hard at the memory. Shifting myself in my boxers, I stood up.

I was feeling better, more clear headed. Yes, it hadn't been alcohol I'd been drunk on. I didn't need to purge this poison out of me.

There was a blanket on the other couch. Lifting it, I looked around curiously.
Marina slept here. We were both so beat, Jacob just threw blankets on us when we passed out.

But her clothes were no where. Not even her shoes.

Rubbing my neck, I made a leap of logic. If her heels were missing, she must have left the apartment. Where had she gone?

I dressed quietly, promising myself I'd return the clothes to Jacob eventually. The hallway had an eerie vibe, the kind you got when everyone else in the world around you was sleeping.

I felt alone, the last man alive.

When I reached my door, I turned the knob—found it unlocked. Marina had a key, I'd given it to her after I'd finished moving her in. Now, she could get into my place
and
Jacob's.

She was unlocking more than our apartment doors, lately.

Cracking it, I found what I was searching for. Marina was facing away from me, sitting on the couch in front of the only light source she'd turned on—my television. The big flat-screen was flickering, the volume low. She was watching the news.

In her hands, she had a bowl of cereal. A mug was empty on the coffee table. I knew it had contained hot chocolate. How long had she been awake? She wasn't wearing that red dress anymore, she'd put on black stretch pants and a loose fitting white T-shirt.

In the glow of the TV, her tan skin was oddly blue.

She didn't hear me enter. I stood there, watching the back of her head, the way she would hold the spoon in her mouth for a long moment after each bite.

The channel she was watching was flashing through different things; the weather, current events, breaking coverage. I was just closing the door when I heard the man on the screen talking about something that prickled with unease.

He was discussing a body.

“—was found on the lower east side in an alley. Police say the body had been there for some time, but it has yet to be identified. So far, they haven't said if the death is suspicious.”

My eyes fixed on the TV. Marina hadn't stopped eating, her body language told me she didn't think this news was important.

I had other ideas.

The corpse was certainly Hecko's, the man Jacob had told me he'd learned Lars' name from.