Revenge: A Bad Boy Romance (36 page)

The walk back to my apartment took a lot less than ten minutes, largely because the man—God dammit, what was his name?—moved at twice my usual pace, and I had to hurry to keep up with him.

We entered the dingy, old apartment building located just a fifteen minute walk away from school. The place was “cheap,” which in D.C. meant anything under $2,000 a month for a one-bedroom apartment. All in all, it was the perfect place for a broke student. It
wasn’t
the perfect place to bring home a one-night stand which you were hoping to keep a secret.

The man pressed the button to call the elevator. As usual, only one of the damn things was working and it appeared to be stuck on the eighth floor.

“What floor are you on?” he asked.

“Fourth.”  

“We’re taking the stairs,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the stairwell.  

“What’s the rush? Worried you won’t meet your twenty minute target?”

He stopped and turned around, pushing me gently against the wall. For a second, his eyes latched onto mine, and then suddenly his lips covered my mouth, enveloping me in the most passionate kiss I’d ever had.  

I placed my hands on his shoulders, not really sure what else to do with them, and then surrendered myself to him. His reached down and tugged my skirt up enough so that my legs could open wide enough for him to slide between them.

His erection pressed against my stomach, until he lifted me off the floor and let it rub teasingly against my sex.  

Suddenly I heard the loud metallic sound of a door opening above us. I tried to push him off me, but for a few seconds he resisted, pushing his large cock against me one last time, before letting me go. I only just about managed to pull my skirt down by the time Colin, from my section at school, bounded down the stairs.  

He looked far too awake for this time of night, which probably meant he was up consuming ridiculous quantities of caffeine—the drug of choice for most law students.  

“Evening,” I said nervously as they approached. My ‘date’ just stood there grinning, loving every second of my embarrassment.

“Hey,” Colin responded. “I’m just off to the shop for some study provisions.” By ‘study provisions’ he probably meant disgusting energy drinks, if the empty cans that usually littered his apartment were anything to go by. “You want anything? Or do you have other plans for the evening?”  

Colin had a well-deserved reputation as a gossip. Within a few days, everyone in my section would know that I had brought a man home from the bar and I would never hear the end of it. You could get away with one-night stands in college, but everyone in law school thought of themselves as far too mature for that kind of thing. Usually I was one of those people.

“This is my brother,” I said, motioning to the stranger and hoping to God that Colin hadn’t come around the corner quick enough to see us kissing. “He’s in town for a few days, so he’s going to crash on my floor for a few days.”

“Nice to meet you,” the man said, giving Colin’s hand a firm shake. “I’m going to have my head down on April’s carpet within minutes.”

Oh my God, way to be subtle.

“There are no carpets,” Colin said. “Just hardwood.”

“No carpet?” the man said, flashing me a smile. “That’s just fine with me.”

Colin didn’t seem to notice the obvious innuendo, so he just carried on down the stairs and out the door.  

“Brother?” the man asked. “It’s going to be rather hard to explain all the screaming coming from your room, and trust me, there’s going to be a lot of screaming.”

A gentle shiver spread down my spine as I remembered his promise.
I’ll have you coming in fifteen minutes.
We didn’t have long if he was going to keep that promise, but I knew he wouldn’t need it. My panties were wet from the brief moment he had his erect cock rubbing against me. If he touched my exposed body… I shivered again.

“Let’s get upstairs,” I said. “We don’t want to bump into anyone else.”  

And I want to get you in my bed
, I thought as I turned toward the doorway and went inside.  

I led the way up the stairs. I could feel his eyes staring at my ass the entire way. Just thinking of the things he would do to me once the door was closed had me feeling weak at the knees, like I was trying to climb the stairs after a long run.  

We headed onto the fourth floor, and down to the end of the hall to my apartment. I fumbled around in my purse for my keys, but I could swear they were hiding from me, as if giving me one final chance to back down and tell this stranger to go home. There was no way that could happen now. I didn’t want it to.

My hand froze in my purse, as I felt his breath on the back of my neck. His lips brushed lightly against the soft skin, as his hands reached around and cupped my breasts, which felt tiny in his grasp. Perhaps that was why I usually went for smaller men—so as not to feel quite so inadequate.  

“Do you want me to open the door or not?” I asked, as I sank back into his rough embrace.

“If you don’t do it soon, I’m going to knock the door off its hinges.”  

I didn’t doubt him for a second. The keys gave up hiding, and I pulled them out of my purse, my hand shaking from fear, excitement, or both. I heard the man growling behind me as I fumbled with the key, not getting it in the lock until the third attempt.  

The key finally slid inside.

I opened the door and the man immediately pushed me through, slamming the door shut behind me. This was it. I had a stranger in my house for the first time ever. This was going to happen.

His hands went straight to my blouse, opening the buttons with surprising dexterity given the size of his fingers. This wasn’t the first blouse he’d removed in a hurry, but I tried not to think of that. His experience in these situations was the very reason I had invited him back to my apartment; I couldn’t hold that against him now. We were going to fuck, not get married.

My blouse had barely hit the floor, when his hands pulled down the zipper on my skirt and tugged it past my thighs before letting it slip to the floor.

He examined me in my underwear, while he was still fully clothed. We’d have to rectify that soon. I wanted to see what lay under that suit almost as much as I wanted to take his attention away from my tatty old bra and panties.

“Where’s the bedroom?” he asked, his breath heavy with desire. “We can do this here, but I prefer a bed to work on.”

I pointed to the room on the right but let him lead the way. He took a firm hold of my hand and pulled me through the door, before pushing me down onto the bed. I still felt exposed, so I tried to get under the covers.  

“No,” he said sternly. “I want to look at you.”  

I laid back on my elbows and tried to look confident as he gazed down at my body, taking in every inch of my skin. When he looked between my legs, I felt certain he could see through my panties. He probably could—they were soaking wet and the white fabric would need peeling off my sex.

“The clock’s ticking,” I said jokingly. “You don’t have long left.”

“I have plenty of time,” he replied. He wandered around the other side of the bed, and finally slipped off his suit jacket, placing it on the back of my chair. His thick fingers removed the cufflinks from his shirt sleeves which he placed on my desk. He sure was taking his sweet time.

“It’s only fair that I get to see you naked too.”

“You will,” he replied, as he slowly started to undo the buttons on his shirt. As the shirt opened, I saw the tattoos spreading from his chest up to his arms. I’d never been with a man with tattoos before—this really was a night of firsts in many ways. I couldn’t make out any particular pictures on his chest. There just seemed to be a black swirl of lines and shapes covering his upper body.  

When the shirt fell to the floor, my eyes followed the markings to his arms, and traced them all the way down to his wrists. The tattoos had just about been covered by the shirt he wore. I wondered how many of his colleagues and clients knew what he looked like when the suit came off.

Plenty of women had been in this position before me, and there would be plenty after, but the way his eyes remained focused on me as he undressed made me feel that right here in the moment I was the most important thing to him. At least I would be for the next hour, anyway.

He’d taken his pants off while I had been staring at his chest, and now he was walking up to the bed in just a pair of boxers that did absolutely nothing to hide the stonking great big erection bursting through, straining to be let out.  

I should be terrified right now, but there was just enough alcohol still in my system to make me giddy with excitement instead. He sat down on the bed next to me, and reached behind me, flicking open my bra in one quick movement, and then pulling it off from the front with his other hand. He’d done that before.  

My nipples were already rock hard, and my breasts were now covered in goosebumps despite the warmth in my apartment. He looked at them greedily, then lowered his mouth as if to kiss them, but instead went lower, kissing my belly button.

He crawled between my legs, as his kisses went lower and lower, finally touching the cotton of my panties. I reached down and slipped my thumbs under the waistband, desperate to get them off and have him touch my pussy, but he stopped me, grabbing my wrists and pushing them away.  

“Not yet,” he said softly. His lips went to the inside of my right thigh, where he kissed every inch of exposed skin.  

I whimpered under his touch, and moved my sex towards his face, desperate for him to move faster. For a man who had only a few minutes left to make me come, he certainly was taking his time.  

Finally he flicked his tongue against the damp cotton between my legs. I let out a low groan, and looked down at him. Our eyes met. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. His thumbs hooked under the waistband of my panties, and I lifted my ass into the air, ready for him to whisk them off. Instead he moved his mouth to my left thigh and resumed kissing me, seemingly oblivious to how much my pussy needed to feel his touch.

Usually it was me trying to slow guys down, hoping to stretch out the experience, but now I couldn’t bear the wait. Each kiss sent a tingle of heat through my body, but I was already hot where it mattered. Hot and wet.  

Once his lips had touched every part of my inner thigh, he raised himself up on his knees and looked down at me. I couldn’t look at anything other than the massive bulge between his legs. I didn’t even care about him going down on me anymore. I was already wet enough. He could just take me now if he wanted to, and from the look on his face, I was fairly sure he did.

His fingers took hold of my panties, and this time he did pull them off before casting them to one side and heading back down between my legs.  

I raised my hips to meet his tongue, desperate to get him touching me as soon as possible. He immediately took hold of my legs and locked me in place, stopping me from moving.  

“I’m in control here,” he said sternly.

“Then get on with it,” I yelled in frustration.

He smiled. “You know, I could just make you wait. I have all night.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I replied. “Do you want me to spread the word that you broke your promise?”

“Good point.”  

He lowered his lips between my legs, and finally his tongue darted out and slid between my folds. I gripped the bedsheet and cried out as if in shock, but I couldn’t move my legs. He had me locked down and completely under his control.

His tongue explored every crevice, circling my entrance, before moving up to my bud, which was now swollen and sensitive to tough.  

This man wasn’t full of empty promises. He’d meant it when he said he could have me coming in minutes. Already the sensation of his touch had completely overwhelmed me, and my inability to move just heightened the desire. Every muscle in my body had tensed up, as he greedily lapped up my juices. I was only seconds away from coming hard in his face.  

Then he stopped.

“Keep going,” I whimpered. “Please.”

He looked down at me with lips and his chin covered in my essence, but then stepped off the bed. He picked up his pants and for one fearful moment I thought he was going to leave. Perhaps this had all been some twisted joke to get me close and then leave me to finish the job myself.

Instead I heard the distinctive sound of a foil wrapper being torn open. When he came back to the bed, his large cock had been freed from its cotton prison and was sheathed and ready to go.  

“I want you to come all over my cock,” he said, matter-of-factly. “I want to feel your tight pussy clamp down on it as you come hard while I fuck you.”

I knew that was going to happen. It wasn’t even up for debate. The only question was how long it would take. If I were a betting woman, I’d place my money firmly in the ‘less than two minutes’ category.

He climbed back between my legs, and lowered his lips to kiss me. I tasted my eagerness on him, as I pressed my lips to his, waiting impatiently for him to enter me.  

“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?” he asked.  

I nodded, as my breath quickened in anticipation. Surely it would happen any second now?  

“You’ve never had it like this before,” he said, as his hands reached up and firmly squeezed my breasts. “And you never will again. You only get me for one night.”  

If even half my brain had been properly functioning, I would have thrown him out for being such an arrogant asshole, but all it did was make me want him more. Some cocky people are assholes. Some cocky people are just right.

I only had one night, so I was done wasting it.  

“Hurry up and fuck me,” I whispered in his ear.  

He moved his hips and suddenly he was entering me. His fingers parted my folds, and his tip slipped inside. I screamed as he pushed himself all the way inside. For half a second, I worried about what my neighbors could hear, but that thought disappeared with the second thrust.  

“I never took you for a screamer,” he teased.  

“I’m not usually.”

“I do tend to have that effect on women.”