Sweetest Sin: Bad Boy Bundle (73 page)

“Do you go to the movies a lot?” he asked. That was a weird question. When I was a kid we'd lived down the street from a movie theater and went every weekend, sometimes twice if my parents had worked overtime. Once I hit my teens I'd discovered my love of books and movies had kind of fallen by the wayside. I still watched old classics now and then but new films just didn't appeal to me. There were too many explosions, too many naked girls and too many musclebound meat heads with no character development. I hated the artificial buttery taste of movie theater popcorn and seeing the inevitable couple mauling in the front row. By reading my books and watching old movies I got to stay comfortable at home without subjecting myself to any of that crap. I explained as much to Dane.

“No, not really. I think movies started to go down the shitter after the sixties,” I said. Dane took a long gulp of his beer and sat back. I hated the way he looked at me, like I was a stupid kid saying something very silly.

“Really? Why's that?” he asked. His tone was so patronizing but I did my best to show him that I wasn't an idiot.

“Yes, really. They lost all their style and the budgets got too big and the actors are total dipshits,” I said. The last part was especially true. My friends all swooned over the latest action star's muscles but I wasn't impressed. I would chose Marlon Brando or James Dean over those losers any day.

“Yeah, a lot of the actors are shit,” he said, “You know, a lot of people have compared me to James Dean.”

I laughed uproariously though the comparison wasn't completely ridiculous. Dane had the same bad boy attitude and good looks. Even so, he had to be taken down a peg or two.

“I don't see it,” I said, “Who said, that your mother?”

Dane shrugged.

“Lots of people, but I guess we don't all see things the same way. And who are you, Savannah?” he said. The way he said my name made me tingle on the inside. The way he was looking at my cleavage only made it intensify, “Marilyn? Jayne Mansfield?”

“Shut up,” I said, feeling myself blushing at the comparison to my favorite starlets. How did he know what to say to get me all hot and bothered?

“Come on, you have a pin-up girl body and you know it. Back then you'd be a model,” he winked at me and I fixed a scowl to my face, “Come on baby, loosen up. There's no need to be nervous around me.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Do you really think you're that intimidating? You might know some bimbos but I'm not one of them. Men with the intellectual capacity of a gnat don't intimidate me,” I said. Dane's eyes widened. “God, you really don't know who I am, do you?” he said. What a stupid, self-important thing to say. Of course I didn't know who he was.

“No, I don't. What were you in a commercial or something?” I asked. He shook his head. “You really don't know,” he repeated, “This is amazing.”

I finished my fresh glass of whiskey in one gulp, grabbed my book and stood up. I'd had enough of this.

“I'm sorry, but this conversation is no longer stimulating to me. If you want a girl to listen to you ramble on and on I suggest getting an escort. Goodbye Dane,” I said, turning on my heel before he could say a word. Unfortunately, I had underestimated how drunk I really was. At 5'2 there wasn't a whole lot a person could drink before they felt it. It seemed that I'd passed that threshold after the first whiskey. My legs wobbled and as I took my second step they gave out from underneath me, until I was face down on the floor. The impact hurt but what I injured the most was my pride. “Jesus Christ!” exclaimed Dane. I reluctantly allowed him to help me onto my feet again before I pulled away and dusted myself off.

“Thanks. I'm fine now,” I said, making my way to the door. Dane followed me.

“You can't drive home like this and you certainly can't walk,” he said. It was clear from the way that he was slurring his words now that he was drunk too.

“Don't tell me what to do! Anyway, you can't drive either. You'll kill us both after all that beer you had!” I exclaimed. Dane shook his head.

“You're right. That's why I won't be driving.”

We stepped out into the cold air and to my surprise there was a limousine outside. I hadn't ever seen one before, outside of prom and even then they weren't as grand as this one was. Dane smiled at me. “So, how about I take you home Marilyn?” he asked. I crossed my arms stubbornly.

“You rented a limo just to go out drinking? What a loser!” I said, though my heart was pounding. How on earth could a failed actor afford such luxury? Was he a trust fund baby? Maybe he was a drug dealer on the side. I had come to learn that people in creative professions who had money were usually selling pot or worse. I'd considered it once or five times myself but decided it wasn't worth it. Dealing with stoners on a regular basis was something I'd vowed would stop after graduation. I planned to stick to that vow.

Dane opened the back door.

“Come on baby doll, let's get you home. You and I both know you can't walk in those heels,” he said. There was no arguing. I knew it was foolish to take a ride from a stranger, but Dane seemed like such a jerk it would be a shame to leave him so early in the night. Surely it was safer to go with him than to walk home in the dark. Besides, I had to tease him a little more.

I got in without protesting and looked around. The interior of the limo was even more luxurious than I had been expecting. Pristine leather seats and an ice box filled with champagne bottles to the side. I helped myself to some of the chocolate truffles in a fancy box on the seat next to mine. Dane laughed when he saw me.

“You know that's a five hundred dollar box of chocolates, right?” he said, though he wasn't annoyed. I shrugged and swallowed the sweet.

“They're OK, but I make better ones with cookie dough and chocolate spread,” I said. Dane laughed at me again. I still hadn't figured out how he had managed to afford all this, but I wasn't questioning it. His driver was like something straight out of a movie, a man in a matching suit and cap who called him 'Mr Reynolds'. Maybe Dane was a gigolo. I knew a lot of women who would pay big money to fuck a guy like him. That might explain this kind of luxury.

Dane tossed me a bottle of water in an attempt to dilute my drunkenness.

“It won't help much now, but it might ease the hangover you'll have tomorrow,” he said, “Speaking of which.”

He grabbed a bottle for himself and drank it back. I sipped mine, feeling a little clarity coming to mind now. I was able to tell Dane's driver my address without issue. He thanked me and called me Madam. I felt like a movie star. It was a nice feeling.

“How the fuck can you afford this?” I exclaimed eventually. It wasn't fair. I worked so damn hard and I could barely afford to make the payments on my second hand car. This guy was a pathetic actor, practically a bum and he had all this, “Trust fund?”

Dane looked offended again but I didn't let it bother me.

“No way, my family didn't have jack shit when I was growing up. I earned all this myself.” “Right. Then are you a drug dealer? Or a hooker, maybe? Do you sell your body to creepy old women?” I teased and Dane laughed again.

“No, I told you. I act.”

“You're a porn star?” I said. Dane wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“Well, it's been said that I fuck like one but no, not porn,” he said, “I just act.”

It sounded like bullshit to me, but whatever. I was in a limo with a handsome guy and I was going to appreciate it while I could. Even if that guy was a completely deluded idiot. We chatted about totally banal things for a while and the driver reached my building in no time. Despite everything, I was disappointed to say goodbye.

“Here I am,” I said softly. Dane peered out the window.

“Yes, here you are,” he said, “Jesus it's pretty grim, isn't it?”

He wasn't wrong. The building was old and hadn't been repainted since the late eighties. The dumpster was overflowing and so tenants just left their garbage bags on the street, sometimes not even bothering to close them. Mangy cats went through the trash looking for scraps to eat and a homeless man was curled up in his sleeping bag in the alleyway beside the dumpster. It was the best I could afford. It was also a complete shitheap.

“There's no reason to be a dick about it,” I said, embarrassed. I opened the door and got out of the limo without another word, but Dane followed me, “What the fuck do you think you're doing?”

“I just want to make sure you get to your apartment OK. Come on, trust me,” he said. I didn't have a choice. Though I told him to fuck off multiple times, Dane followed me through the front door and up the ten flights of stairs up to my apartment. He didn't even break a sweat. When we got to my front door I reiterated that I was fine and didn't need any supervision, but he still made me open the door in front of him. It was surprisingly difficult too, my hands kept shaking as I tried to fit the key into the lock. Somehow, I knew it wasn't just the drinks that were making me feel that way. Eventually, the door opened.

“There,” I said triumphantly, “That was easy. I guess you can go now.”

“I guess so,” he said.

The two of us stayed frozen to the spot, just looking at each other. His eyes were so damn beautiful. I'd never gotten the hype about blue eyes, but his were a deep navy shade with flecks of gold that I couldn't help getting lost in. He took a step closer to me.

“How about a kiss goodnight?” he asked softly. He didn't look like the kind of guy who usually asked permission, but I obviously wasn't his usual kind of girl. Kisses were harmless anyway. What harm could it do to let him give me a quick peck?

“Fine,” I said. His hand touched my cheek gently, sliding back to touch my hair. Then suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of it and kissed me hard on the mouth, making me moan in surprise. Fuck, I hadn't been kissed like that in my entire life. It sent an instant shock of arousal into my body. He pulled
away far too soon and smirked down at me.

“If you want me to leave, just say the word and I'll go,” he said. I bit my lip. One night stands weren't usually my thing but fucking hell, this guy was something else. I had a feeling that I could break all of my rules for him. Jane Austen might hate me for it, but I couldn't turn him down. “Come in,” I said. We stepped directly into my kitchen slash living room.

As soon as I shut the door behind us Dane was pressing me against it, kissing me and pawing at my breasts. My blouse quickly started to feel like a barrier between my skin and his rough hands, so he soon did away with it. He ripped it open and tossed it aside, doing the same to my bra. Normally I would have been annoyed at the destruction, but in the heat of the moment I didn't care. I wouldn't give a shit if he banned me from ever wearing clothes again. All I wanted was to feel his touch, really feel it on my bare skin.

Dane kissed and nibbled his way down to my breasts. He teased my hard nipples with his skillful tongue in a way that no one had ever done before. I had no idea how close a man could bring me to orgasm without even touching my pussy. We'd only begun and I could already feel myself coming close.

“Fuck,” I moaned as he bit down on my nipple, “That feels so fucking good.”

It seemed he liked how vocal I was being. In a sense he saw it as a test. How loud could he make me scream? It turned out that I could get even louder. Dane pulled away and glanced around the room. His eyes fixated on the kitchen table and he smiled, an idea obviously forming in his mind. He pulled me close and whispered into my ear.

“I want you to pull down your skirt and panties for me and bend over that table like a good girl, all right?” he whispered. I nodded. He had given me so much pleasure already that I wasn't about to argue with his instructions. I pulled off the rest of my clothes as Dane watched appreciatively. He stopped me when I went to slip off my heels.

“No, leave them on.”

I didn't argue. Instead, I bent over the kitchen table and looked back, ready for him to fuck me. To
my surprise, that wasn't what Dane had in mind.

He knelled down behind me and before I knew what he was doing I felt his tongue in my pussy, rubbing against just the right spots. Holy fuck, I had never been eaten out from behind before but it was like a revelation. I heard myself moaning and begging for more as Dane slipped a skillful finger inside me, only intensifying my pleasure. It wasn't long before my pussy was clenching around it and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the point of no return.

“Come for me baby,” he said, “Be a good girl and come for me.”

I didn't have to be told twice. I cried out as my pleasure reached its peak and my body became gripped by the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life. I was still shaking when I felt Dane's cock brushing against my entrance.

“Fuck,” I moaned, ready for more. Dane didn't take his time. Instead, he slid into me with one movement, filling me up with his thick shaft. Fuck, it was a lot bigger than what I was used to but damn it, it felt good.