“You are so bad,” she whispers, her tongue darting out to lick my lower lip as she shoves my sweats down so they fall in a heap around my ankles. I step out of them, kick them out of the way, my tongue doing a slow search of the inside of her mouth.
No one who knows me would ever consider me a bad boy. I left that image up to other guys, always happy to stay in my good-guy place. Girls preferred bad boys so I walked the straight and narrow.
Plus, I flat-out didn’t like feeling bad. Being full of secret shame does that to a person.
Fable makes me want to be bad for her, just to hear her say it. Her pleased tone is unmistakable. I think she likes corrupting me.
My mouth never leaving hers, I grab her ass and lift. She twines her legs around my hips, clinging to me, the heat of her burning my dick through the thin fabric of her shorts. I frantically tug at them, dropping her so her feet fall to the ground only so I can push her shorts and lacy panties off, her helping me the entire time.
Regret flashes through me as I watch the delicate scrape of fabric fall to the floor. I’d have to linger over those pretty lace panties next time. I’m too eager, too caught up in the moment to take it slow. I needed to be inside her. Now.
“Drew.” She pants my name against my lips as I lift her back up, those sexy legs going around my hips, her ankles digging into my ass. “I want to feel you.”
“You’re feeling me right now, baby.” Oh hell yeah, she’s feeling me, and I’m feeling her. She’s so slick and hot, the head of my cock nudges against her folds and all I want to do is plunge inside her. Fuck her until I can’t see straight and I’m coming so hard I can’t think.
“I mean…oh God, I can’t think when you do that,” she whispers, her voice trembling when I thrust against her, nice and slow. “I’m on the pill, Drew.”
“That’s awesome.” Yeah, no babies for us. We can barely handle each other, let alone throw a kid in the mix.
She tugs on my hair, getting my attention. “I mean, I want you inside me with no barriers. No condom.”
I stare into her eyes, my breaths coming in ragged pants, my skin already glistening with sweat. And I haven’t even been inside her yet. I’m so worked up, so ready to do whatever she asks me to do, I don’t give her suggestion a second thought. I’m fully on board.
“That sounds like a great plan,” I say as I slide inside her. “Ah, fuck.” Closing my eyes, I lean my forehead against hers, hear the thunk of the back of her head making connection with the door. But she doesn’t seem hurt. More like overcome with sensation, just like I am.
Without the condom on, the heat of her, snug and wet, it’s all a million times more intense. I could buck against her once and probably come like a geyser.
Instead I take a deep breath and stay completely still. She’s so tight, so hot, and she shifts against me, making me groan and squeeze her hips hard to prevent her from moving any further.
“W—what’s wrong?” She sounds confused.
I open my eyes to see her troubled gaze. “You keep moving like that, I’m done.”
“Moving like what?”
“Just…moving.” She does it once more, a subtle thrust of her hips, her legs tightening around me, sending me deeper, and I groan again, moving my forehead away from her so I can press it against the door. “I can’t take it.”
“Why?” She runs her hands through my hair, her nails scratching lightly along my scalp, and I shiver.
“I’ll come so fast, I’ll embarrass myself.”
She’s slowly sliding up and down, riding me as best she can. “I want you to come fast. I want to watch you lose control. I find it…” She sets her mouth against my ear and releases a shuddering breath. “Extra sexy.”
I smile despite my agony and lift my head to look at her. She’s quoting her poem to me and I love her for it. “We’ve only started. What about you?”
“Come for me, Drew.” She’s grinding against me now, and I’m grinding back as if I have no control over myself. “There’s plenty of time for us to do this again this afternoon, right?”
“Right,” I agree because at the moment, I’ll agree to just about anything, she feels so fucking amazing wrapped all around me, her top and bra still on, the lower half of her body completely bare.
Rectifying my neglect, I push her shirt up, exposing her white lacy bra that offers a glimpse of her hard pink nipples beneath, and I groan. I’m going to lose it. I run my fingers along the edge of her bra, feel the tremble ripple beneath her creamy soft skin from my touch.