The Bad Boys of Summer Anthology(91)

“Doesn’t matter.” He looked at me coldly. “Let’s go upstairs.”

“Are you mad at me?” I heard the pleading in my voice and hated myself. I wasn’t this person. “Because if you are, you can just leave.” Take that, I thought smugly. The ball was in his court now. I wasn’t going to make him think he was doing me any favors.

“No.” He walked towards me and grabbed hold of my waist and pulled me towards him. “I want to stay.”

“Okay,” I mumbled as I looked up into his dark gaze. His hands moved down to my butt and he pulled me into him roughly. I could feel his erection against me and I swallowed hard. “I just don’t get you.”

“What’s there to get?”

“If you like me or not.” I stared into his green eyes and saw the wanton desire and lust as he looked over my body. “Or if this is all about sex.”

“Do you care?” His hand slid up my back.

“I don’t know,” I lied. Of course I care, you stupid idiot. I wanted to pound my arms against his chest.

“Exactly, so let’s go upstairs then.” His eyes issued me a challenge and I knew what he was saying. A spark of desire ignited in me and I reached up and brought his mouth down to mine to kiss him. He kissed me back hard and then pulled away from me, with eyes blazing.

“I didn’t say you could kiss me.” He shook his head, and a small smirk twisted his lips. “You’ll pay for that.”

“Oh?” I licked my lips.

“And for that,” he growled at me.

“What are we waiting for?” I grabbed his hand and ran up the stairs excitedly. I paused at my bedroom door and turned to him hesitantly. “This is my room.”

He peeked his head inside and nodded. “It’s nice, but the bed’s a bit small.”

“It’s a full.” I looked at him and resisted the urge to bring him closer to me. “We’ll fit.”

“What size bed do your parents have?”

“King? Why?”

“Let’s go in there.” He stepped back and I realized that he was serious.

“Are you joking? There is no way we can have sex in my parents’ bed.” I looked at him like he was crazy. “Let’s just go in my room.” I pulled on his arm, and he stood still.

“Why not? You said they aren’t here, right?” His eyes darkened as he looked at me. “If you’re going to be a bad girl, then you may as well be as bad as possible.”

“No, they’re not here, but I just think that’s kinda weird.” I frowned at him. “And I never said I was a bad girl.”

“I want to fuck a bad girl.” He pushed me up against the wall roughly. “You have the house to yourself; wouldn’t Daddy be mad if he knew you had a guy here?” His hands ran up my stomach until he was caressing my breasts, and my mind became even hazier with lust.

“I just think that…”

“You won’t be thinking anything when I have you screaming out my name.” His fingers played with my nipples and he licked his lips.

“Can’t we just try it in …” My words died as he stepped towards me and his mouth replaced his fingers. My back arched as he sucked on my right breast and I closed my eyes.

“Which way is their bedroom?” he whispered in my ear as he replaced his lips with his fingers and they squeezed and pinched my nipples.

“I, uh, this way.” I ignored the niggling questions in my mind and led him to my parents’ bedroom. I opened the door and turned to him. “This is it.”

“So, this is where the mayor sleeps?” He laughed as he took it all in. He walked away from me, and I watched as he walked around the room. He stopped at the closet and opened it, peering inside and then closing the door. He walked back over to me and grabbed my hands.

“I thought you’d be on the bed by now,” he growled in my ear as he cupped my right breast again. “I thought your clothes would be on the floor and you’d be spread-eagle, waiting for me to devour you with my tongue.”

“I don’t know why you’d think that.” I smiled up at him, my body shaking at his words. He wasn’t smiling at me, and a hint of danger filled the air.

“Why are you smiling?” He grabbed me, pulling me towards the bed. He threw me down on the mattress and the small sense of hesitation left me. What did it matter what room we had sex in? I looked up at him as he gazed down at me with hooded eyes and a devilish look on his face.

“Are you going to punish me?” I batted my lashes at him, secretly turned on by his take-charge attitude. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do and it thrilled me.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He shook his head and his eyes were alight with laughter. “Do you want to feel my hands all over you?”

“Yes.” I smiled up at him, and he laughed. He looked down at me with a huge smile and he sighed briefly.

“You really are a different one, aren’t you, Maddie?”

“Perhaps.” I reached up to him. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“What do you want me to do to you?” His eyes seemed to glitter as he stared down at me.

“Spank me,” I breathed out lightly.

“How?” He stared at me and my heart raced.

“I want you to take me over your knee and spank me for being bad,” I breathed up at him, hardly believing I had said the words out loud. But for some reason, I wasn’t shy or scared. When I was with Logan, I felt like nothing was out-of-bounds.

“You want me to spank you?” He hovered over me. “Do you really want me to put you over my knees?”

I nodded, and he grabbed my body and placed me on his lap, facedown.

“Like this?”

“Yes,” I moaned, and I looked up at his glittering eyes.

“You want to feel my hands on you?” His hands caressed my butt cheeks and his fingers slipped in between my thighs as he rubbed my ass. “Do you like this?” His voice was low and I could feel his erection hardening against my stomach.

“Yes,” I moaned as he pulled my shorts down and slipped them off my legs.

“Do you like this?” He slapped my ass lightly and I wiggled beneath him.

“Hmm, yes.” I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of him touching me.

“Do you like this?” He slapped me a little harder this time, and my ass tingled a little bit.

I nodded, hoping he would do it again. I trembled in his lap, delighting in the deviancy of our actions. I had never felt so alive and aware in my life.

“And what about this?” This time his hand was even harder, and I yelped as his hand smacked my ass and then rubbed it gently.

“I’ll stop, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He removed his hand quickly and I looked up at his face wildly.

“Don’t stop, it feels good,” I gasped at him.

“You like me spanking you in your parents’ bedroom?” He grinned at me, and I nodded, unable to say anything or think about anything other than his hands on me. “Do you like being a bad girl, Maddie? Is this what you’ve been wanting, to be with a bad boy like me?”

My eyes widened as he slapped me again. He slipped his hands between my legs, and this time his fingers pressed into my wetness. I thought I was going to come at his light touch.

“Have you been waiting on me all night? Hoping you could be a bad girl? Hoping that the bad boy would come and give you a good spanking?” His voice grew louder as he spanked my ass lightly and rubbed in between my legs. I felt myself growing wetter and I groaned. “Or do you want me to stop?” He started to move his hand and my body cried out for me to stop him.

“No.” I shook my head and clenched my legs, trapping his hand in between my legs. He wiggled his fingers against me and I moaned as he slipped two fingers inside of me. “Oh my …” I gasped as he played with me. “Don’t stop.” I begged him as he withdrew his fingers right as I felt my orgasm reaching a climax.

“Don’t stop what?” He leaned back onto the bed and I turned around so that I was lying on top of him. I looked down at him and grinned before pulling my top off. He gasped as I leaned down and quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down.

“Take your top off.” I laughed at his surprised expression. Two could play this game. I dropped his pants on the floor and moved up so I was straddling him, his boxer shorts the only barrier between my sensitive mound and his pulsing erection. He stared up at me, taking in my nakedness, and I brushed my nipples against his mouth, moving back quickly as he tried to take one into his mouth.

“Take off your top first.”

“Do you want me to spank you again?” he questioned as he pulled his shirt off. I stared down at his chest and ran my hands up and down his abs, trying to avoid staring at his scar. It had obviously made him self-conscious earlier and I didn’t want to do that again. Though I wondered how he had gotten it. Had he been in a fight and someone had pulled out a knife? Or had he tried to rob a house and gotten cut on some broken glass? I ran my fingers over it thoughtfully, and he pulled me up to him quickly, rolling me over so I was on my back and he was in top of me. I opened my legs and wrapped them around his waist, and his mouth came crushing down on mine. I felt his chest crush against my breasts as his tongue sought out mine, our lips pressing against each other’s urgently. I ran my hand through his hair and I felt his hand run down the side of my body, grabbing my leg and pulling me more tightly around him. I felt his hardness twitching against me through his boxers and I started moving back and forth slowly so I could feel him rubbing me up and down.