The Bad Boy Wants Me(36)

He groans and shoves his hands into my hair and pulls me against him, forcing my jaw open, forcing me to take his thick cock head deeper.

‘Oh god, yes,’ he encourages.

I start sucking him wildly, furiously bobbing my head back and forth, taking more and more of his hardness in my mouth with each trip down his shaft. I nearly gag, but I keep going, determined to swallow all of him, until he suddenly pulls me off his cock. In an instant he grabs me and throws me shocked on the bed.

I watch him roll a rubber on to his tool with wide eyes.

The weight of his body settles on me, pushing apart my thighs. Immediately I spread my legs wide and push my hips up in an open invitation as I lock my legs around his hips.

‘Yes,’ he growls as the hot head of his cock finds my pussy and enters. I feel every inch of his cock as it slowly slides into my tight, slick opening. My muscles clench around the thick intrusion. He lowers his body on top of me. The sensation of his body hair rubbing against my breasts and stomach as he moves over me sets my skin on fire.

The deliciously male smell of him makes me feel light-headed as he jams deeper and deeper into me until he is balls deep. Slow thrusts, fast strokes, sliding deep, stopping shallow, he goes on and on, rocking my body until I feel my teeth sink viciously into his shoulder.

He slams hard into me. ‘You gonna fucking come? Yeah?’ he snarls.

I keep the death grip on his body as the glow inside me becomes a raging inferno. While my arched body jerks and convulses, his rhythm suddenly falters and he cranes his neck and cries, ‘Tori.’

He rolls off my limp body and lays at my side, staring at the ceiling. Our breathing evens out slowly.

‘I keep getting whiffs of the smell of apple,’ he says lazily.

Shit. I shift slightly. ‘Er … I think I saw an apple tree outside the balcony.’

He turns his head and fixes me with his emerald eyes. ‘It’s coming from you, isn’t it?’

‘I may have accidentally sprayed some apple scented room freshener on my wrists, but I washed it off, so it can’t really be me.’

He takes my wrist and smells the inside deeply. ‘I think you’ve just ruined all apples for me.’ He stares at me. ‘I’m going to get a hard on every time I see one.’

I look at the bruise my bite has given him and swallow hard. What is it about this man? He just has to look at me and I’m gone. It’s unfinished business swirling between us all over again. I think he might have been about to bend his head and kiss me, when I fart. A surprisingly loud one. I feel my eyes widen and see his do the same. We stare at each other for a few seconds. Did I have broccoli at lunch? Thank god, no.

Then my mouth opens and I ask, ‘Was that you?’

His eyes widen even more. ‘No. I thought that was you.’

I shake my head slowly, my face is rapidly becoming redder and redder and his eyes are becoming more and more sparkly.

‘That is some cold-blooded shit to deny,’ he says.

I shrug. ‘So what you gonna do about it?’

‘There’s only one thing to do,’ he says mock seriously.

‘What?’ I ask reluctantly.

‘I’ll have to identify it by smell,’ he says, and lifts one corner of the duvet and smells the air coming out.

I take a quick surreptitious sniff too and there is no smell coming out. Everyone knows noisy farts don’t smell. ‘Well?’ I ask.

‘Inconclusive. I’m going to have to smell the source of the smell.’

‘No, you’re not,’ I blurt out and start wriggling away. He catches me by my upper arms and half lies on me, trapping me completely.

‘You have a choice. I smell your butt or I make you confess.’

I giggle. ‘Make me confess.’

I thought judging by the smoldering look in his eyes he was going to kiss me or do something sexy to me. It never crosses my mind that his idea of making me confess is to tickle me. He is very good at it. He tickles me until I am curled up into a ball and laughing so hard my stomach hurts, and I am gasping for breath.

‘It was me. It was me,’ I gasp finally, unable to take another second more.

He stops tickling me and kisses the tip of one breast. ‘See how much better life is when you tell the truth.’

I become cold inside. Oh God! If only he knew. Everything about me is a lie. I touch the hard plane of his cheekbone. ‘I didn’t mean to lie. I was just messing with you.’

He looks at me curiously. ‘I know that.’

I smile. ‘Just wanted you to know.’

He rubs his chin. ‘Are we talking about the same thing here?’

‘Yeah. Did you say you brought a picnic basket?’

He vaults off the bed and I watch his long tanned back and tight butt as he pads completely naked out of the room. I close my eyes. It’s OK. It’s OK. It’s just a fling. He’ll lose interest soon and no one will be the wiser.