Wicked Bad Boys (28 page)

“I want you inside me so bad, Kevin,” she whispered, running her fingers through his brown mane. She felt his erection press up against her thigh and groaned with desire. “Oh God…” She sighed, feeling his body gently grind on hers. His teeth gently released her nipple and his mouth trailed kisses up her chest to her neck. He tenderly licked and sucked her hot skin, making her clit throb with need. Tara removed her hands from his hair and reached down to his firm, muscular butt.

“Yes…” she moaned, bucking her hips up to his and hoping to feel him enter her channel. He was slow and gentle, wrapping his arm around her body and patiently moving inside her. She groaned, reaching up to him so she could feel his lips against hers. With every thrust, he was deeper inside her. She dug her nails into his back and rocked her hips back and forth against him. They merged together and lost themselves in the heated moment, not wanting it to ever end.

H
e could hear
the moans and passionate cries coming from inside the tent. Not wanting his own painful whimpers to be heard, he held his hand over his mouth. He had been watching ever since they entered the tent together. He couldn’t believe they had taken things this far. He covered his ears, rocking back and forth and trying to get the vision out of his mind. “That should be me,” he said, struggling with the betrayal.

“Oh God!”
He heard her scream out and his mind went numb. He stood outside the tent, not knowing what he should do. He wanted to interrupt them, to bring them back to their senses so they would understand how he felt. He just wanted them to stop, but it was too late. They were having sex and he was left listening to it.
“Yes…yes…oh God yes…”
Her words were sharp daggers to his heart. He was tormented by the sounds of groaning and moaning that escaped through the tent. The pain wouldn’t subside when he saw indentations of fingers when one of them grabbed onto the tent fabric.
“Ugh…oh God…yes…”
He had heard enough.

He moved away from their campsite, backing up but unable to look away from the silhouette of their movements inside the tent. He noticed Tara’s empty tent beside them. He needed to show them they weren’t in control;
he
was. He walked over to the tent and grabbed a knife from the pocket of his pants. He sliced the tent in several spots, and then grabbed onto the pegs of the tent and removed them, watching the structure fall to the ground. He cursed under his breath as he left their campsite. When he got back to his rental car, he turned one last time, and watched the tent that was still standing. They were going to pay for what they did.

T
ara couldn’t catch
her breath. She could tell he had been right there with her, sharing every moment of passion. She panted, amazed by the heat they created in the small tent. The way her body reacted to his touch was like nothing she had experienced before. She had never felt such an escape before. The way he brought her to the heights of her climax made her want him over and over again.

When they were spent, he stretched out beside her and cradled her in his arms.

“I can’t believe it’s real,” he said, smiling as he stared blankly at the ceiling of the tent.

“I know. I’m glad you insisted we take this trip,” she admitted, sighing with relief at the words.

He leaned down and kissed her, lightly swiping his tongue against hers. She groaned, grabbing him and pulling him on top of her again. His body covered hers; and with just the smallest nudge, he was ready to enter her again. She was impressed by his stamina, and smiled because she was also ready to feel him inside her again. Their bodies glided together as the kiss brought more emotion with it.

“Hmm…” he groaned, thrusting deeper into her body.

She grabbed him tighter, unable to explain the need she was feeling for him. It was like she had waited for too long for it, and the one encounter had opened up an insatiable need in her. As he buried himself deeper with a wild craving, she parted from his kiss. Her mouth dropped open and her raspy breath was barely audible. “Ugh…oh God yes…” she muttered. Every move he made inside her sent shivers down her spine. She enjoyed hearing his grunts and moans, and how he called her name with a tender demand for more. His mouth latched onto her neck and drove her arousal to new heights with each kiss. She ran her hands over his muscular body, tracing over every inch. Another orgasm wracked at her body as she writhed beneath him and wrapped her legs around his, not wanting to let go.

“You feel so good…” he groaned against her skin, sending another round of desire between her thighs.

“Ahhhhh…” she cried out, releasing her warm heat over him.

Kevin broke from her neck. “Yes…yes…ugh…” he groaned. He drove his shaft deep inside her for one final thrust as he emptied his release, causing him to collapse on top of her. His lips searched out hers, doing his best to extend her physical high. He gently nuzzled her lips, indulging in her.

Tara tried to relax, but her body was still aching for more. Her legs ran up and down his, her body wanting whatever he had to offer her.

“Kevin…” she whimpered, running her hands along his back, longing for him. She didn’t want to stop, even as her body told her she needed rest.

“Kevin…” she moaned again. This time, his lips left hers and their eyes locked. The passion was intense as he was still wedged inside her. She gasped out a breath, feeling a relief over what had happened. She heard him panting in the same breathless pattern. She didn’t need to say anything else. Her silence told the story.

He smiled. “You…are so beautiful,” he said.

Kevin was physically drained, but felt on top of the world as he leaned down and kissed her neck. Before falling down next to her, he reached over to the pocket of his backpack and pulled out a small towel, in which he tucked the used condom. She could feel his breathing against her shoulder, and soon, their chests were rising and falling rhythmically. They slept.

A
smile was
on Kevin’s face as woke up after dreaming about Tara during the night. She had nuzzled up to him while she slept. He relished in the feel of her body sleeping next to him. As he slowly awoke, he looked over to her in blissful disbelief they had actually made love. He would have thought it all was just a dream. He had dreamed about her a lot before. This time, as he looked over, Tara was really there in his arms. Her eyes were open as though she had been looking at him for some time.

“Good morning,” he said, tilting his head and smiling at her.

“Good morning, Kevin,” she replied.

Her voice was warm, but seemed pensive, like something was wrong.

He pulled himself up. “Is everything all right?” he asked, hoping he sensed wrong.

She pulled out of his embrace and sat up. It wasn’t an expression he had hoped to see on her face after their night of sensual pleasure. She hesitated for some time before finally responding.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just wondering if we did the right thing.”

“You feel we made a mistake?” he asked, confused. “Because I feel we’re finally where we should be, Tara– in each other’s arms.”

“So then, where do we go from here?”

“How do you mean?” he asked. He was dumbfounded she could feel any remorse for such a magical night.

“Last night was great.” She paused and her face flushed. “Last night was amazing. But you have to admit it was unexpected. I just don’t know where we’d go next. After years of being such close friends, and denying anything was going on between us. And then to have last night happen…it makes me wonder how we can move beyond last night. I mean, will we lose the way things used to be?”

He watched as she bit her lower lip. She looked away from him.

“Whoa, Tara…who said anything about losing each other? You’re my best friend. And I love you. Why can’t we have both?”

“I don’t know. Can we?” she asked. Her words were filled with doubt.

He rubbed his thumb along her cheek, trying to console her and remind her how he felt.

“I want to and I hope you do too. Last night wasn’t just a mindless impulse, Tara.
I want to get even closer to you; in ways I didn’t as your friend.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. At first, she hesitated. Her guard was back up, worried about the risk they took with their friendship. Slowly, she lowered her guard and accepted the kiss. He parted her lips and sought out her tongue, tasting and exploring her mouth again.

He pulled out of the kiss and cradled her chin.

“You feel the same way…right?”

She nodded. “Last night I felt something for you I never thought I could ever feel, Kevin. It’s like I’d been missing something, and you gave it to me last night. The thought I was going to lose it all again, or lose what we had, it scared me. I suppose I’m just over-thinking things.”

He let out a sigh of relief. He had similar fears at one time or another before their magical night. It was a huge burden off his mind to hear her share what was on her mind.

“I don’t want you to worry about anything,” he replied, brushing her hair back from her face. “I want you to know I’m here for you for as long as you’ll have me. And I can show you, even if it means we don’t leave this tent today.” He grinned.

“What kind of things do you want to show me?” she asked, a twinkle in her eyes.

“Lay down and you’ll see,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her back to the bed.

“Wait,” she sat up. “I have an idea.”

“What?” Kevin asked.

“Let’s go with your idea first,” Tara said with a smile, not wanting to reveal what she would do to him the next night.

She slowly sat down. As she rested her head back, his eyes washed over her body. He didn’t want her to have any doubt he wanted her. He pushed himself back so he was kneeling between her legs. The look of anticipation grew in her eyes. He gently stroked her thighs with his hands, and relished her moans from his touch.

Kevin lowered himself so his head was between her thighs and slowly began to take in her sweet smell. His tongue swept over her clit and a deep groan exited her mouth. He was even more excited when he felt her hands move down and grab his head, urging him to go deeper. He ran his tongue across her opening, preparing as he slid two fingers inside her ever so gently.

“Oh God…” she groaned as his fingers moved in deeper.

His tongue slid up and around, exploring as it went. He felt her body shudder beneath him as her gentle whimpers were released. His fingers attacked with and more force, diving in quickly and fueling her need to be satiated. Her body rocked against his fingers, allowing her orgasmic rush to send tremors all over her body.

“Oh Kevin…” She screamed, a deep grunt escaping from her mouth. He moved in faster motions, licking in every inch he could, yearning to taste her sweetness. As he dug deeper, he felt her body tensing up. He grabbed onto her thighs as they shook from her climactic seizure.

“Fuck…” she cried, feeling her channel clench from her forceful orgasm. He gently removed his fingers and sucked her tasty flesh, eagerly lapping up her juices.

“Oh God…” she moaned, running her fingers through his hair.

He swirled his tongue around her opening, making sure not to leave anything behind. Her whimper made him sigh with pleasure, trailing his mouth up her stomach and reaching her breasts, tugging at her pert nipples. He swirled his tongue fervently as he traced her cleavage. Her hands clenched delicately at his hair as his lips landed on hers. They continued their embrace, neither one wanting to be the first to break it.

T
ara felt
Kevin’s arms around her and didn’t want to wake him up. She slowly pulled herself out of his warmth and got up from the air mattress. She looked over at him one more time. He was resting so peacefully. It was still unbelievable, what happened last night. She needed to use the restroom, and looked around for something clean to wear, until she got back to her own belongings.

She spotted Kevin’s bag and rummaged through it, finding a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. She didn’t bother putting on her bra or panties as she slipped his clothes on. They were huge on her. Thankfully, the shorts had a drawstring in the waist. Something about it made her feel even more connected to him.

Tara smiled, carefully unzipping the tent and stepping out into the fresh air. Her eyes went to his t-shirt on the ground, reminding her of how their wild night began. She grinned at their frenzied rush to remove each other’s clothes. She couldn’t help it. And now, any doubts she had earlier had vanished. Everything would be fine.

She grabbed his t-shirt and took in a whiff of his cologne, letting out a sigh. It was perfect. She continued to hold the shirt and walked around the tent to go to hers. As she rounded the corner and made out her tent, now reduced to shreds, she stopped short. What was once a standing tent was reduced to strips of material and miscellaneous parts. She dropped the t-shirt and screamed, covering her mouth. She stood up and turned away from the tent. “Kevin!” she called, her body shaking from the visual and a short time later Kevin came running out of the tent. The blanket was wrapped around his body.

“What…” He stopped when he saw the tent.

“I…I don’t know what happened,” she said, feeling tears in her eyes. He rushed to her, pulling her to him. “There’re cuts all over the tent.”

Kevin looked down at the pile. He moved to the tent, looking around to see if anyone was nearby. Kneeling down, he picked up one of the cut pieces and stroked the cuts between her fingers.

“Maybe an animal got to it.,” he suggested.

She stared at him. “An animal? Do you think it was a bear?”

He shrugged, “Or drunken teens looking to play their usual tricks. Remember how crazy it used to be here in the summer?”

Sensing her fear, his arms were wrapped tightly around her.

“It’s going to be all right.”

She tried to relax her breathing, but her heart was still beating out of her chest. It could be an animal, or maybe playful teens, but the danger of it plagued her. She could have been in that tent. If it had been an animal, she would have been killed.