Left in the Dust: A Standalone Bad Boy Romance (31 page)

The nightmare was over—well almost. We still had the dirty business of burying the bodies. I thought I had escaped the fight with Damon without a scratch but the bleeding wounds from my head told me otherwise.

Erica bandaged my head like a nurse and all I could think about was getting her undressed and fucking her until the sun came up. There was so much adrenaline coursing through my body that it needed an outlet—and that outlet was Erica.

Having her so close to me, her scent infiltrating my senses. I had to have her. It was the only way to calm the raging hard-on trying to break out from my pants. I grabbed her roughly and planted my lips on hers. My tongue sneaked into her mouth, lightly dancing around. Erica moaned against me and I wanted to make her do that all night.

She steadied her hands on my chest, feeling the hard muscles, and moving slowly south over my abs. “I want you all to myself,” she whispered.

I took a sharp breath in as Erica felt my hard shaft over my blue jeans. “You have no idea how good you make me feel.”

“I know a way to make you feel even better,” she replied, licking her lips. Erica's fingers carefully unzipped my pants. The teasing was excruciating. It took every little bit of self-control to keep myself from whipping my cock out and shoving it down her tight little throat. Erica peeled down my black boxer briefs until my large meat was revealed. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, enveloping me. Every stroke sent pulses of pleasure through me.

The thought of bending Erica over the kitchen sink and fucking that nice ass of hers was a tempting idea. But I needed more of her. I sucked on her neck as she stroked me, biting down on her when the ecstasy reached its peak. “I need to taste you.
All of you.”

I gathered Erica in my arms and lifted her up. The bathroom wouldn't be sufficient for everything that I wanted to do to Erica. Her breathing was ragged as I carried her into the living room and past the corpses. We were too focused on each other's eyes to even notice the dead bodies.

We came into the bedroom that I'd stay in when I was with the Kellys. The room was just how I remembered it: a queen-sized bed with white sheets and a flannel comforter, a wooden desk in the corner, and a view of the lake right from the bed. It was weird to think that the era of my life with them was over now. I'd spent most of my life with then and nothing would ever be the same.

But now all my energy could be focused on making Erica orgasm as many times as I wanted.

I set her down on the bed and lifted her blouse over her head. I watched as her hair lifted up and floated back down around her shoulders. Wrapping that hair around my fist and fucking her would feel so good right about now.

Her giant tits bulged in a black bra that was barely able to contain them. They needed to be released right now. Erica undid her bra strap and let it fall to the ground. I marveled at her deep cleavage and wondered what it would feel like to feel my cock rub up against that. She'd have me coming within seconds.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, leaning back on the bed.

She caught me checking out her tits for too long. Could she blame me? No man would be able to resists melons like hers.

I pinched her nipples lightly until they became erect. I wanted more time with those fun bags but there were more pressing matters. I quickly forced her pants off until her nice smooth legs were out. My patience was running low. I needed to have Erica soon before I exploded all over her.

“I want to feel your tongue tasting me,” Erica said.

I tugged on her panties, lifting Erica's hips an inch of the bed until her underwear snapped and she fell back down. I'd need to buy her a lot more at the rate I was destroying them. I tossed the shredded panties and Erica was completely naked before me. Her figure was so perfect it was hard to imagine she wasn't a model before her junkie days. If only I could cover her head to toe with my seed.

I licked my lips. I'd never wanted someone so badly before. “You look good enough to eat.” I lifted my shirt over my head and threw it across the room. Now there was nothing getting in the way of what I desired.

“Come and get it,” she replied. Erica spread her legs, showing me right where she wanted me. I ran my fingers up her thighs, goosebumps forming all over her skin. “Don't tickle me.” She giggled, playfully slamming her foot on my chest.

I knocked her foot out of the way. Nothing would get in the way of my conquest. My finger grazed against her wet sex and Erica moaned. I kissed her stomach, working over her pubic mound, and planting my lips on her clit. Erica's body spasmed as my tongue licked her fleshy hood.

“You have no idea how good this feels,” she breathed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. I grabbed a hold of both thighs and ran my tongue down her slit. She tasted so sweet. I could eat her out all day and never have enough.

Erica suddenly quivered uncontrollably, vibrating the bed. I continued to play around with her clit throughout her orgasm. She ran her fingers through my short hair and pressed my face harder against her pussy.

Erica rubbed her wetness all over my face until I was soaked. I flicked her clit around in circles, her thighs holding my head in a vice. I could barely hear her moan my name as she came again.

“I can't take anymore, Brody. I need to fuck you now. Please...”

I came up for air and wiped my wet mouth. Erica pushed me over until I lay next to her. She climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. My cock was inches from her dripping wet pussy. My cock pulsed up and down, almost tapping on her door. Erica bent over and kissed me, sitting down and covering my cock with the lips of her pussy. She slid back and forth, lubing my shaft.

“Fuck, you feel so good against me,” I said.

I raised my hands and felt up her big tits, smashing and squeezing them together. I'd never get tired of playing with those. Erica grabbed my hands and placed them over my head, holding them in place. “You're not going to move now. I'm going to do all the work.”

This chick was hot. Way too hot.

I lay there as she rubbed her pussy against my throbbing cock, her hips rocking back and forth. All of her juices lathered up my cock as she worked faster and faster. The temptation to come was becoming overpowering. “I need to be inside you, baby. Fuck me now before it's too late.”

“Can't handle it?” she replied, pressing her warm folds against me harder. Erica lifted up, grasped my shaft, and lowered down on it until I filled up every inch of her. We both moaned as I drilled deeper and deeper. She still held my hands above my head, not letting me move a muscles. I wanted to squeeze those milky tits, slap that hot ass of hers, and slam her down on my cock so hard she'd scream my name.

I watched as Erica had her way with me, rising up and down on my spear. She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and I got a great view of her tits bouncing. Those erect nipples needed to be chewed on.

Erica's breathing quickened. “You feel so good inside me.” The pleasure was reaching its peak. I wouldn't be able to go much longer.

“Come for me, baby. I'm ready for you.”

Erica's face strained and her hold on me tightened. Erica screamed my name again, clenching her pussy around my engorged cock. There wasn't anything else I could do. I found my release and detonated inside her.

Erica quaked on top of me, her entire body shivering and shaking. I rode the waves of the orgasm as long as it would carry me, unloading my balls until every drop of seed was spent.

Erica collapsed on top of me, my half-staff still inside. “That was beyond words.” She huffed and puffed.

“You can ride me anytime, baby. That felt so fucking good.” My flaccid penis fell out of her and Erica rolled off next to me. We fell asleep in each other's arms, completely exhausted from the day's events.

I awoke the next morning, my head on Brody's chest, his arms holding me. I felt safe and sound. Nothing could ever hurt me with him around. I couldn't help but stare at my Prince Charming. His sculpted body and inked skin was so captivating. I never imagined myself in a situation like this. I never thought I deserved this type of happiness. Could a drug addict truly be happy? Could a bad guy really have a good heart?

Brody's eyes fluttered open and he smiled at me. “I could get used to waking up to such a beautiful face every morning.”

I couldn't help but blush and snuggle in the crook of his arm. Every muscles in my body was sore beyond belief. Is this what orgasming does to you? If we did it again, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed for days.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“I'm so sore I can barely move.”

“Don't worry, your body will get used to it. And it better because I'm going to need to fuck you at least a few times a day.”

A few times a day!
How many was a few? Three? Four? Holy fuck, four times a day. I'd need to start exercising more just to keep up with him. I placed my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat pound like a drum. My fingers traced the intricate tattoo of a cobra snake on his left arm, its fangs bear, hood open, ready to strike. “What does this represent?” I asked.

Brody looked down at his bicep. “That was my first tattoo. Damon made me get it when we finished boarding school. Hurt like a son of a bitch. Damon told me I needed to be like the king of snakes, ready to unleash my fury at any moment.”

This man was taught from a young age to use his rage as fuel. Did he ever learn to love? My feelings for him were moving so fast that I didn't know what to think. I needed to slow down, process all these emotions.

Brody got halfway out of bed and yawned, outstretching his large arms over his head. “I don't want to kill the mood but there are still a few bodies out there.”

I had totally forgotten about the corpses. My night with Brody was so amazing that the nightmare was wiped clean. “What do we have to do?” I asked.

“We can bury the four of them out in the backyard.”

I watched as Brody put on a white wife-beater. “Shouldn't we wait until night? Somebody might see us.”

“Not likely. This cabin is in the middle of nowhere.”

“What if more of Kellys' henchmen come looking for them?”

“They won't. I'm the only one left that knows about this place. Nobody will ever know to look for them here. We'll be safe. Trust me.” He put on his black boxer briefs that looked way too good on him.

I sat up and let the sheets slip and uncover my chest. “Let's get to work then.”

Brody stared at my tits, not even hearing what I said. I could see his length grow hard in his underwear. “We need to take care of this first,” he said, tearing off his boxers, and stroking his shaft.

A few times a day kept running through my mind. It was only the morning and we were about to have the most insane sex. Was I really lucky enough to get more of him today?

–

After taking a shower to wash all of Brody's cum off my chest, we were finally ready to clean this place of the crimes we committed. Even if the cops somehow found us, we had a pretty convincing argument for self-defense. But why take the chance? We could bury the bodies and never have to worry about it again. As long as nobody found this place. Which Brody assured me wouldn't happen.

I trusted him.

I came into the living room to find Damon and Russel wrapped in plastic sheeting. Their lifeless eyes stared at me. Blood stained the wood floors where they were killed. As I approached, the smell was already unbearable. Plugging my nose did nothing and I had to bend over to gag.

“Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Just breathe through your mouth,” Brody said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I did as I was told and inhaled through my mouth. The stench of rotting flesh began to subside. “I think I'm okay.”

“This your first body?”

“Why? Just because I was a virgin means that every experience I have has to be my first?”

Brody put his hands up in defense. “Of course not. It's just that most people have never been around one before.”

“Well this is my first body.” I tried to keep a straight face for as long as possible but cracked a smile first. We both doubled over laughing. If someone had walked in on us and seen us laughing over corpses, they'd think us insane. And maybe we were.

“Help me carry these to the backyard.” Brody picked up Damon by the shoulders and I grabbed the legs. The body was extremely heavy. Heavier than I would have ever expected. Brody did most of the work dragging the body. Now I understood the need for plastic sheeting. Without it, we would've had a blood trail leading all the way from the living room to the backyard.

After some back-breaking work, all four bodies were lined up next to each other outside. “We're not digging with our hands are we?” I asked, wiping the sweat from my brow.

Brody picked up a shovel. “I'll dig. I need you back inside cleaning the blood off the floors. There's some cleaning supplies underneath the kitchen sink.” The thought of all that blood made me a little woozy but it beat digging in the heat next to the worst smell I'd ever experienced.

“What chemicals will get blood out?”

“Doesn't matter. We just need the place to look clean.”

I understood. We didn't want to give anyone a reason to look in the first place. I went inside and to the kitchen. There wasn't much in the way of cleaning supplies. Just some surface cleaner and some dirty rags.

I worked on the two blood stains while watching Brody dig outside with his shirt off. Sweat dripped off his inked chest. I wanted to feel his warm naked skin against mine. I couldn't even go an hour after sex without desiring him again. Maybe a few times a day wouldn't be enough?

I finished cleaning and went out to check on Brody's progress. The hole in the dirt wasn't very big but he had twisted and crammed the four bodies into it. Once it was covered, there was only one thing left to do.

We stood at the edge of the lake and watched as the Kelly's white SUV sank into the water front first. I held Brody's hand and closed my eyes, feeling the sun on my face.

It was all over.

Brody turned to me and held my hand. “I love you, Erica.”

My heartbeat spiked.
Was this really happening right now?
The crazy thing was that I loved him too. “I love you too, Brody.”

Brody smiled and kissed me. I melted right away in his arms. Things were moving so quickly but I couldn't help the way I felt. This man was the one for me and there was nothing I could do to change that.

“What do we do now?” I asked.

“Go back to my place?” Brody suggested, slipping a hand down the back of my jeans.

“I don't know if I can wait that long,” I replied, leaning over and unzipping his jeans.

“Baby, you're the best,” he moaned as I put his entire length into my mouth.