Badd Motherf*cker(60)

“I’ll spike your whey powder with estrogen supplements if you ever bring that up again, Baxter,” Xavier said.

“You wouldn’t, you little rat.”

“Think again, meat-head.”

I lost the rest of the argument as I closed the door at the top of the stairs. Dru was chuckling against the side of my neck.

“He’s a virgin?”

I laughed with her. “Yeah, he’s an odd one. He’s got the looks and the confidence, but he has this thing about being touched. I tried to set him up with a girl last year, this chick who was a friend of a friend’s little sister, knew she was easy, knew she’d help a brother out, you know? But no, the little fucker wouldn’t go for it. Said he’d wait for it to feel right.”

“That’s admirable,” she said.

“It’s dirtying the family reputation, is what it is,” I grumbled. “Almost eighteen and still a virgin? The rest of us lost it years before that.”

She huffed. “He’s waiting for it to be right, Sebastian. There’s nothing wrong with that. I think it’s admirable and honorable.”

“Yeah, well…for his sake I hope whichever chick he falls for feels the same way.”

We were at my bedroom at this point, and I closed and locked the door behind us, then set Dru down on her feet.

“I have a question.” She put her hands on my chest to halt me as I reached for her clothes. “Why do they call you Bast?”

I chuckled. “That was Xavier’s fault. When he was little tyke just learning to talk, he couldn’t say my name. He’d say things like ‘Sastian’ and ‘Sabashan’, and he just couldn’t ever get it. We tried short versions like ‘Seb’ or ‘Bastian’, but those never stuck. Then one day he called me ‘Bast’ and that was the one that stuck, and it’s been my nickname ever since.”

“Awww, that’s so cute!” she said, in that high-pitched squeal girls use for adorable things.

I grabbed her wrists in one hand and pinned her up against the door. “I’ll show you cute, wild thing.”

She blinked up at me slowly, lazily, heat and mischief in her gaze. “Oh yeah?”

I kept her wrists pinned over her head with one hand and yanked her yoga pants down around her thighs with the other. “Yeah. It’s so cute you won’t even believe it.”

“Does it live in your pants and resemble an anaconda in any way?”

“It might.”

“Not sure cute is the right word for that monster you call a cock…Bast.” Her voice was breathless as I slid my fingers inside the leg of her panties. “Oh…god, please touch me.”

I dipped my finger inside her. “You’re fuckin’ soaked, Dru. Soaking fuckin’ wet for me.”

“Can’t help that you make me crazy,” she murmured.

“I love it,” I said. “I love feeling you wet like this, knowing it’s all for me.”

I dragged my fingertips up her body, under the raincoat she was still wearing, the hood now fallen forward around her face.

“I’m hot,” she breathed. “Take off my clothes.”

I unbuttoned the raincoat slowly, pulling the edges aside while I released one of her hands and let her pull it free and toss it aside. Then I re-captured both wrists again and tugged her T-shirt up over her bra, working the cups down beneath her breasts to bare her nipples. She gasped as I bent and took one in my mouth, and now her hands wriggled and fought against my hold. I refused to let her go, though, liking her helpless under my touch. I teased her nipples until she was gasping and writhing, and then I slid my fingers inside her underwear and against her slit. Her head thunked against the door and she groaned out loud as I found her clit and started working my finger against it.

“Let me go, Sebastian. I need to touch you.”

“Not quite yet,” I murmured. “I’m not done.”

I teased her pussy, fingering her, circling her clit, ramping her up and making her crazy but not letting her get near the edge of orgasm for her to really let go.

“I’m warning you, Sebastian. Let me go.” Her voice was low, and I wasn’t really listening. Too focused on the taste of her tits, the feel of her pussy around my fingers.

I kept teasing her, and then—without warning—the world spun and my arms were wrenched behind me, and I hit the bed like a ton of bricks. Not sure what she’d done, even as I lay on the bed, dizzy and disoriented. She was sitting astride me, a feral glint in her eyes.

“Put your wrists above your head, Sebastian.” She whispered the command, a hungry smile on her face.