Giving It to the Bad Boy (17 page)

A shiver worked through her body. Yes, she knew he spoke the truth, and yes, she loved the fact

he had grown so possessive of her. Every feminist out there would most likely scoff at the knowledge she liked Reese getting all territorial and caveman when it concerned her.

His words were like an aphrodisiac, one that had her pressing her breasts against his chest

harder and silently pleading for more.

“Answer me, pretty girl.” He gripped her ass and squeezed the mounds. A moan slipped from

her as his fingers dug between the crease of her bottom and curled inward.

“Yes, Reese, I want to be yours. Only yours.”

He growled, literally growled his approval. “And you are, Kiera.” Gripping her shoulders, he

pulled her back from him and brought his face close to hers. “You’re mine and no one else’s.” When

he gripped the edge of her dress and slowly dragged it up her body it was torture all in itself.

When the material was pooled by her feet and Kiera stood in nothing but her plain white bra

and panties, she wished she had opted to wear prettier undergarments. Of course she hadn’t seen this happening when she dressed, or even changed her panties, not after Reese said they needed to take

things slow. The way he looked up and down her body made it clear she could have been wearing her

granny panties and it wouldn’t have made a difference. He still liked what he saw.

“God, you are so fucking gorgeous, Kiera.” She liked the way he looked at her, liked the things

he said, but she didn’t want to stand here anymore. She wanted to be beneath him, on top of him, and any other way he saw fit.

“Please, Reese.” Fortunately, she didn’t have to elaborate, because the steamy smile he gave

her was confirmation enough. She reached out for his shirt, but he had it off and tossed on the ground with her dress in the blink of an eye. This was the first time she had an unobstructed view of his chest, and God what a beautiful chest it was. Even in the darkness she could make out the individual lines

and shapes of his tattoos. The dark, swirling designs that covered the tanned flesh of his forearms and biceps was a visual overload. He also had his left nipple pierced, and the small piece of metal

glinted in the moonlight. His chest was free of any ink, but that didn’t matter because it was just as glorious as the rest of him. Hard, defined muscle over smooth, hairless skin.

“I want to go slow, baby, I really do, but if you keep looking at me like that I won’t be able to

control myself.” She didn’t want him to control himself.

Tearing her eyes away from his rippling abs and pecs, Kiera looked into his face. Shadows hid

him partially, but she could still see his eyes, and what she saw in them had her reaching behind her and unhooking her bra. Letting it fall to the ground, she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and pushed them down her thighs. The air wasn’t cold, but her nipples hardened further, or

maybe it was the way he looked at her, like he was starving and he wanted to devour her. He

smoothed his hand over his mouth, his eyes roaming over every exposed inch of her.

“Kiera…” He all but groaned her name. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you.”

Fortunately, he didn’t make her stand there nude for long. He quickly undid his belt and popped

the button free on his jeans and slid the zipper down. He took his boxer briefs down with his pants, and then he was standing before her, all hard, aroused, naked male flesh. Looking her fill sounded

like a good idea, especially when her eyes stopped at his massive erection. It was hard and long and pointed right at her.

“Come here, baby.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and slipped his other hand through

her hair, tilting her head back so her throat was bared. “I won’t let anyone else have you. Ever.” His declaration was fierce and strong. He took her down to the bed at the same time he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. The sheets felt ice cold against her back, or maybe her flesh was just too overheated. Kiera spread her thighs wide so Reese could fit between them. An

involuntary gasp left her when his cock pressed against her slick folds.

“Fuck, baby.” He panted against her chest, right above her breasts, and her nipples tingled from

the close proximity. “You’re so fucking wet and hot.” He was off her in the next moment, and she

watched him grab a condom out of his pants and quickly sheath himself. “I want to taste you, Kiera.

Will you let me, pretty girl?”

He could do whatever he wanted as long as he eased her suffering. Her mind was on hiatus, and

her body was now running the show.

She nodded, but clearly he wanted more.

“I want to hear you say it.” He was slowly moving his lips down her chest. The warm, little

puffs of air from his mouth warmed her flesh, and blood rushed to the surface. Back arched when he

latched his lips around her aching nipple, all Kiera could do was grip his hair and bite her lip to hold off from crying out in pleasure. Over and over he tormented her body, alternating between breasts,

and sucking her nipples so hard the pain and pleasure morphed into one.

“Ask me for my mouth on your sweet pussy.”

His words were dirty, filthy, but they fueled her on, and she found herself lifting her hips and

crying out.

“Please, Reese. Please touch me down there.” Was she still so embarrassed? He was poised an

inch from her pussy, and his voice sent vibrations through her clit and caused the bud to swell.

Fortunately, he didn’t make her ask for anything else. Kiera didn’t even know if she could have

formed any more words. He licked her from the opening of her pussy to her clit then slid back down

again. He repeated this action until she squirmed beneath him, her climax approaching swiftly.

“Reese … I’m going to—” In a move so quick it cut her off, Reese had her clit in his mouth and

a finger pressed into her body. He sucked harder and faster than she could comprehend. He added a

second finger, and the stretch of the penetration from those digits had her exploding. Ecstasy washed through her, stealing her breath, her pulse, even her sanity. He didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop even after she begged him to. Legs shaking, heart racing, and sweat beading her brow, Kiera finally felt him

move up her body. His mouth claimed hers, and she tasted herself on his lips. It was unexpected, but certainly not unpleasant. In fact, she gripped his hair and opened her mouth wider. His flavor mingled with hers, creating a plethora of sensations that burst along her tongue. Lifting her hips and grinding her still sensitive pussy on his cock, anticipation and nervousness slammed into her when he reached between their bodies and placed the tip of himself at her entrance.

“It’s going to hurt, baby, but God, it’ll feel fucking incredible.”

Kiera let her hands slid to his shoulders where she gripped the steely muscles.

Maybe it was her nerves, or maybe it was her need to feel comfort at that moment, but she

asked, “Have you—” Kiera closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“This is a first for both of us, Kiera.” She didn’t have to ask if he had been with virgins before.

He could read her so well. “If I could make this be my first time as well, I would in a heartbeat,

Kiera.” He ran his lips along hers in a slow, sensual glide. “I wish I would have waited.” He pulled away and looked down at her. “If I could take the pain away I would.” He was kind and sensitive,

and that just made her decision to be with him more solidified. Nodding, she wrapped her legs around his waist and stared into his eyes.

“I know you would, Reese, and that’s why I want it to be you.” There was more to it than that,

but she wasn’t about to go that deep with him, not at this exact moment. No doubt her emotions would freak him out. Hell, they freaked her out from their intensity. He pushed in just a bit, and the thick head of his shaft stretched her opening. Of course it would fit inside of her, but it was still a

frightening experience, especially given his size. He worked himself in and out, only penetrating her with the tip, easing her into the feel of being stretched by the wide head of his cock. Soon she relaxed, not realizing how tense she had grown. That was clearly what Reese had been waiting for, because he

pulled out until the tip rested at her entrance, then pushed every single inch into her. Searing, white-hot pain had her crying out.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He repeated those three words like a mantra against the center of her chest.

Her inner muscles clenched around him, causing deep, whisper-like moans from him. The pain

receded, and she smoothed her hands down his back. He placed his forearms on either side of her

head and pushed up so he hovered above her. He looked dark and dangerous, like a fallen angel,
her
fallen angel.

He moved in and out of her, slow at first but gradually picking up speed. The discomfort turned

to something darker, more carnal, and before she knew it she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Never once did he take his eyes off her face, and for some reason that made what they were doing all the

more intimate. The discomfort stole her breath at times, but the pleasure far outweighed that.

Perspiration covered his chest, and the moonlight coming through the window caused the beads of

sweat to glisten. Kiera let her eyes travel down to his lower stomach, and watched in female

appreciation as the muscles of his abdomen contracted in stark clarity.

“Kiera.” Her name was a groan from his lips, and when he tilted his head back the tendons of

his neck stood out. “You feel incredible.”

He slammed into her hard, and her eyes rolled back as ecstasy took hold and wouldn’t let her

go. Over and over he worked his cock into her, hitting an ultrasensitive spot inside of her repeatedly.

The climax that claimed her was swift.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.” He breathed harder, so hard that was all she could hear. “Look

at me.
Fuck
, Kiera. Look. At. Me.”

Forcing her eyes open, Kiera watched his orgasm take shape on his face. Once, twice, and on

the third thrust he bottomed out inside of her and groaned long and deep. The pleasure that contorted his masculine features was a visual orgasm, and the fact she was the one that caused that within him, had a series of smaller climaxes washing through her. He didn’t look away from her while he came,

and all she could do was ride out the ecstasy. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched around his

cock. He hung his head between his shoulders, his arms shaking from the force of holding himself up.

Before he crushed her with his body he rolled them so they were on their sides facing each other, his softening shaft still buried inside of her. Her head rested on his chest, and she listened as the swift beat of his heart slowed to a normal rhythm.

There were no words for what they had done. The emotion had been tangible, and she felt

everything, and not just on a physical level. He left her only long enough to wash up in the bathroom.

When he returned with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned her between her thighs tears pricked

behind her eyes. The act was so considerate and went against the rough and tough man he portrayed.

“Reese?” The sound of the clock ticking on her nightstand seemed overly loud in the still and

quiet room.

“Yeah, pretty girl?” He smoothed his hand down her back, letting the tips of his fingers trail

along her spine.

She wanted to ask about his past, about his parents and everything she had heard. Kiera had just

given him her virginity, and the openness and intimacy between them was out in the open. It seemed

like it would be right, but she still couldn’t find the words to broach the subject.

So instead of coming out and point-blank asking him about his parents she said, “Do you want

to talk anymore about your parents, or anything else that might be weighing heavily on your chest?”

She expected him to tense or pull away, but instead he wrapped his arms around her even tighter.

“No, baby, but thank you for wanting to listen to me.” He kissed the top of her head. “I don’t

want to taint our moment.”

Kiera let the sound of his heart lull her to sleep. She had put it out there, and if and when he was ready to talk about it, he would know she was there for him.

He held her tightly for the rest of the night, and Kiera realized she might very well be falling in

love with the bad boy.

****

Reese listened to the deep, even breathing of Kiera as she fell asleep against his chest. He had

meant it when he told her being with her was a first. He had never been with a virgin, and the fact she had chosen him to be the one to take it had an unknown emotion squeezing his chest. She was

everything good and right in the world, and he was nothing but a piece of shit that was so below her league it wasn’t even funny. He wanted to change for her, wanted to be worthy of her love, because

dammit he felt like he loved her already. How fucked up was it that a bastard like him could even be worthy of an emotion so strong? He held her tighter and pressed a kiss on the crown of her head. She shifted beside him but stayed asleep. The smell of lavender engulfed him, and Reese closed his eyes

and inhaled as deeply as he could. He wanted that scent on him, in him, and imprinted in every cell of his body. She burrowed closer to him, and the little puffs of air that came from her parted lips slipped along his chest. Maybe if he hadn’t waited the end of their senior year to be with her things would

have been different. If she had been in his life he wouldn’t have needed to use other vices to fill the void that consumed him. It was too late now to worry about the “what ifs”. He had her in his arms,