Imperfectly Bad (2 page)

Four Blowjobs later and I was getting my very own taxicab special. Her hand was crammed down my pants and she had me in a vice grip as she stroked. She went to kiss me, but I turned my face away from her, her hand stilled. “Don’t stop, sweetheart, just keep your mouth where it’s supposed to be.”

I expected her to be pissed, to yank her hand out and demand for the cabbie to stop, but she didn’t. She simply shrugged and went back to work. My eyes rolled back in my head and I focused on the feeling of her lips around me.

When we pulled up outside my apartment, she stopped long enough for me to pay the cabbie, but as soon as we were on the sidewalk she had her hands all over me again, licking my neck as we walked in the door. I let her know that I had a roommate and that he didn’t care to be woken up by my guests but she didn’t seem to give a shit.

Once inside, I took her by the hand and led her to my room. Without a word she took in the place, surely judging me as we went. Not that it mattered because I really didn’t give a fuck what she thought of me. It wasn’t like I was ever going to see her again. This was only about tonight and the relief that she would give me.

As soon as we made it into my room I pushed her up against the wall. With one arm against the wall, trapping her, I snaked the other hand up her thigh and underneath her all-too-tight dress.

“Mouthy little thing, aren’t you?”

My hand stilled as I realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I grinned.

“Dirty too.”

White teeth caught my eye as she bit her bottom lip. “You have no idea.”

With a sly chuckle I jammed two fingers inside of her, and she gasped in shock. When it came to sex, I didn’t spend any time pussyfooting around—pun intended.

“Oh, I think I do have an idea. And I think you’ve met your match.”

Moving my fingers in and out, I used my other hand to squeeze her perky tits. She was a hot little thing, and I was already considering a second round when she slipped up and tried to kiss me again. I pulled my fingers out and pushed my body against hers. A shocked look came across her face, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

“I told you once. Keep your mouth where it’s useful, and away from my face.”

“S-s-sorry,” she said in between heavy breaths.

I was pissed. There were rules for a reason, and I didn’t like it when bitches overstepped them. What was it with girls and always wanting to kiss?

“You want something to kiss? Kiss this,” I bit out, unzipping my pants.

Understanding my meaning, she nodded and fell to her knees to take me in her mouth. I groaned. Her mouth was like a vacuum. It was impressive, and that was saying a lot coming from me because I’d had more girls on their knees for me than I could count.

I let her work me up, getting me rock hard, before I guided her back on her feet. “Bend over,” I commanded, pointing to the bed.

Without a word she did as I asked. It was too bad she was hell-bent on kissing because otherwise I would have definitely liked a repeat performance with this one.

Kicking my pants off, I took a moment to admire her ass because, well, it was a nice one. With her elbows to the mattress she turned her face to peek at me over her shoulder and I slammed the lower half of my body against her ass. A nervous giggle escaped her lips. The thrill of the unknown always had them primed, and she was definitely humming with excitement.

With a firm grip on her hips, I pushed her skirt up to her waist, revealing a sight that I wouldn’t soon forget. A loud moan escaped her mouth as my hand slapped against her naked ass.

Primed. Just like I said.

Shifting my hips and pulling away slightly I rolled a rubber on. With the amount of pussy I saw you couldn’t be too careful. Let’s face it, these were hardly the types of women you’d want to bring home to mom, much less get knocked up.

That done, I pulled her up off the bed and positioned her ass so that it was perfectly lined up with me. My hand ran down her stomach, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. Cupping her breast with one hand, my other snaked around her thigh and found its way to her clit.

As her moans grew louder I increased the pressure, moving my fingers back and forth. Unable to cope, her body bucked against my hand as I built her up before pushing my way in. Feeling her tight and warm around me, I groaned. Beads of sweat glistened across her back as I teased with my fingers while slowly working myself in and out of her.

When I’d had enough play time, I picked up the pace and she cried out in pleasure. The faster I went, the louder she screamed and I knew she was close when I felt her clench around me. As she rode out her orgasm my head fell back and I smiled, slamming into her harder. Seconds later, when I found my own release, I gave her ass another hard slap, the resounding
slap!
echoing around the room.

I would never grow tired of this.

And anyone who thought I should was fuckin’ crazy.

Three days, that was my average. Three days before my skin started crawling and I needed another hit. By hit I mean another girl. Girls were my drugs. They had been for a while now. At least they were safe, well, as long as I made sure to wrap it.

The fact of the matter was that I had slept with a lot of girls. It wasn’t something I was particularly proud of, but there were worse things to be addicted to.

Tonight I’d chosen the grocery store as my hunting ground. The raven-haired firecracker from the other night had left me feeling dirty, so I was in the mood for something sweet. It was just a guess, but I figured women who spent their Friday evening grocery shopping were probably more innocent.

And I was totally in the mood for innocence.

Wandering the aisles I did some of my normal shopping, placing a few things I needed in one of those hand basket things then I took my spot by the cereals. Yes, the cereal aisle. You want to talk about innocence—it doesn’t get any more wholesome than cereal.

I picked up my box of
Fruity Pebbles
and stood there, pretending to study the nutritional information. Luckily I didn’t have to wait long before someone joined me. Someone up there must have been smiling down on me because the first girl to walk down the aisle was a solid “eight.”

With auburn hair and her nose and cheeks covered in freckles, she was definitely what I would call “cute.” The clothes she wore put her at college-aged, or certainly fresh out, and her hand basket was empty. She was definitely here to pick up her dinner.

And the best student dinner?

Cereal.

Told you—I was a genius.

She was likely homesick too. Missing out on a good home-cooked meal. Poor thing. But never mind, her night was about to get a whole lot better.

She stopped next to me and grabbed some healthy bullshit. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at her and my lips tipped upward in a smile. When I spoke, I kept my eyes fixed on the shelves, but I knew she’d know I was talking to her. They always did.

“I’m trying to convince myself that
Fruity Pebbles
are healthy.”

She giggled. “Yeah, sorry to inform you but they’re not.”

She blushed, her face a shade comparable to her hair.

“Dinner?” I asked, turning to face her and gesturing to the lack of food in her basket.

“Am I that transparent?”

“No, I’m just a good guesser.” I stuck my hand out for her. “Rob,” I said as we shook hands. “And just in case you were wondering, I’m a fabulous cook.”

“Oh, really?” She lifted her eyebrows curiously. “Liv.”

“Really. And I just so happen to have just picked up the stuff for a fabulous authentic lasagna.” I was confident, and I could tell that she was interested. “Now the only question is your place or mine?”

The direct approach was a long shot. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.

Who was I kidding? This was me.

It always worked.

“But we just met. I don’t even know you. For all I know you could be a ‘cereal’ killer.”

We both laughed. This girl was funny.

“We may have just met, but I can assure you that I am not a ‘cereal’ killer.” I used my fingers to emphasize the cereal. “I’m Rob Ziviani. I’m thirty-two, and a lawyer. I live with one of my best friends, Tyler, and he’s gone for the night playing house with his non-girlfriend. My other friends are married with kids. I’m just looking for a little company.”

Silence hung in the air as she pondered what I was saying before placing her cereal box back on the shelf and smiling.

“I guess your place sounds excellent.”

Liv was sitting at my kitchen table, looking nervous as hell. If I was going to have any chance of her loosening up she was definitely going to need some liquid courage. “Wine?” I asked, grabbing a bottle of Merlot from the rack. Elizabeth, Tyler’s non-girlfriend and proverbial life-ruiner, loved wine, and she was the only reason we kept any in the apartment.

Tyler was so whipped.

“Please,” she said, her voice quavering a bit.

With a practiced ease I grabbed the bottle and used our fancy corkscrew, that Emma had gotten me as a joke, to open it. She’d said it was just special for me so that I could open Elizabeth’s bottles for her. It was meant to be funny, but little did she know that it would actually become practical for me. As I poured, Liv’s eyes remained on the glass before I passed it to her and went back to preparing our meal. Coming from an Italian family I knew my way around the kitchen. Lasagna was my specialty.

“So tell me about yourself,” I called as I placed the lasagna noodles in the pan and slathered on a layer of sauce.

“Well, I’m an only child. Grew up in Connecticut. Just graduated from NYU last spring.” Wow, I was good at reading chicks. “I have a degree in Elementary Education and I teach third grade.”

“That just about covers all the bases.”

There was no point in asking any more questions. This was already borderline date territory, and delving any deeper into her wouldn’t be beneficial to either of us. It’d just get her hopes up, and I liked to keep my knowledge of the girls I banged to a minimum.

“So where’d you learn to cook?” she asked, taking a sip of her wine.

“I’m Italian. It’s in my blood.”

I laid the cheese out and continued layering the pasta and sauce. I took a sip from my wine glass and choked it down. This was just not my taste. Give me scotch or beer any day over this fruity bullshit.

Casual chatter filled the air while dinner cooked, and I was quickly finding myself bored. I needed dinner to be over with so I could get on with sealing the deal. The girl was sweet, but there just was nothing interesting about her. She was as vanilla as vanilla gets.

I’d wined and dined her, but hadn’t really thought through how I was going to pull off my big finale. Surely she would find it problematic that I didn’t kiss? It may be hard to get a girl like her going without kissing first. Guess I’d find out soon enough.

We ate and I never let her wine glass run dry. By the end of the meal she was full of giggles, and I grabbed her by the hand to lead her to the couch.

“What about the dishes?” she asked nervously.

“Fuck the dishes.”

Another giggle escaped her mouth as we sat down. The minute we hit the couch, she stopped laughing. It was obvious she was nervous, and likely questioning her own morals. Perhaps she needed a little encouragement. I ran the pads of my fingertips up her arm.

“You’re so pretty.” She shied away, turning her face from my gaze. Gently, I placed my fingers on her chin and turned her back toward me. “Seriously. You are.”

“You’re the first guy to tell me that in a long time.”

Oh yeah, this was gonna be
easy
.

“I’ve got an idea.” Taking her wine glass from her hand, I sat it on the coffee table. “We’re gonna try something. You’re gonna close your eyes, and I’m not going to kiss you.”

“
Not
going to kiss me?”

“I’m basically going to kiss you, but without ever putting my lips on you.”

She was chewing on the inside of her cheek, and I was beginning to think she was going to get up and leave, ruining my night in the process. I was jonesing. I needed this to calm my nerves. She was perfect for what I needed tonight. Something calm and sweet. Something that would make me feel slightly human, instead of like the empty vessel that I actually was.