Exposing the Bad Boy (16 page)

With ease he turned me around, crushed my chest against the striped wallpaper. The firmness told me what I already knew; my nipples were trying to drill through my dress. They were as hungry as me, as eager to experience the sexual threat that was Pike Moss.

His presence behind me was a roaring fire. Once, I glanced back, but his hand in my hair stopped me, guiding my cheek to the wall. “Stay,” he commanded. Gripping my hips, he manipulated me. “Spread your legs nice and wide, I want easy access.”

Chewing my lip, I braced my heels; one on the step, the other below on the floor. It made me uneven, I was straddling the air, expectant in my poise. Every sinew in my body was taut.

My existence centered between my thighs, the lust built up from days upon days of being teased. Even cumming on the plane had done little beyond stoking my arousal. I felt... corrupted. Taken over by a primal urge I'd never known.

Pike had transformed me from the stern, business driven woman he'd originally met, into something else.

Something with far less control.

His fine, well-trimmed nails grazed up the backs of my thighs. I'd been ready, but still, I jerked slightly from his touch. His gritty chuckle lifted prickles along every bit of skin that I owned. “Nervous?” he asked.

Staring at the backs of my eyelids, I said, “No. Excited.”

Pike paused, perhaps digesting my comment. Giving no reply, he traced my curved hamstrings down to the hem of my silver dress. Peeling me like an orange, he shifted the silky material upwards. As it capped my ass, bunching on my lower back and exposing me, I wiggled.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed out. Like he'd lost all of the air in his lungs and needed to fill them desperately, Pike crouched down, inhaling along the surface of my tight panties. His face buried between my cheeks, rubbing over the material and making it obvious I was soaking. “Just smelling you has my cock painfully hard.”

Groaning, I shifted side to side. “Prove it, just fuck me already!”

His laugh tickled my pussy. I tensed, but his palms cupped my ass, held me steady. “You'd love that, wouldn't you?” Folding the edges of my panties, he ripped them down to my ankles. The air danced over my nudity, heightening my sense further. Deep in my belly, my muscles flexed from my arousal.

Not being able to watch him made every movement, every puff of air, so much more noticeable. Pike spread me wide, outlining my cunt with his fingers. I remembered how he'd teased me on the plane, so I thought I knew his habits.

I was very wrong.

As he ran his warm tongue over my pussy from bottom to top, my surprise came out as a squeal. Smacking the side of my ass, he was muffled by my thighs. “Not so loud, unless you want someone to come check out what we're doing down here. Personally?” Licking my soaked slit, he moaned. “I don't give a fuck who sees us. I'm not stopping unless someone drags me away in handcuffs.”

He's not lying,
I thought in amazement. I was growing woozy, my legs holding me up by sheer will. Scratching my nails over the wall, I rocked my hips, trying to coax him further. The pressure inside of me was taking over, my need to cum bordering on painful.

He buried his tongue in me, persistent with his strokes. One hand came around, circling my swollen clit lazily. It was as if he knew how near my release was, and was amused by how little it would take to send me into bliss.

A casual turn of his mouth, and he was twirling his tongue over my sensitive nub. Biting my wrist, I shuddered at a wave of ecstasy.

“You're shaking,” he whispered.

Was I? I hadn't even noticed—I was too busy keeping myself from falling apart.

Capturing one hip, Pike rose to his feet. His weight and shadow settled over me, his scent crisp, salted by his urges. “What's wrong?” I gasped, confused by why he'd stopped.

Palming his forehead, making me notice how he was sweating, he gave me a look that was almost... rattled. “Shit,” he hissed. “I wanted to watch you go crazy while I tasted you, but I—holding back isn't happening. I can't handle you, Ellie. You make waiting so fucking impossible.”

When his pants slid down, revealing his massive erection—and that he hadn't been wearing boxers—I grasped what he was saying.

I'm driving him over the edge. He can't focus, not like he's apparently used to.

I'd thought Pike was pulling me into fragments, but in the end, he was tormenting himself just as much.

Splaying my legs wider, I whimpered impatiently. I'm ashamed to say that he was the first to even think about a condom. Slipping it from his pocket, the sight made me blink. I'd been about to let him drive his stiffness right into me, and I hadn't stopped to consider the repercussions.

This... god, this wasn't like me at all.

Rolling the condom down his cock, Pike fisted his base, staring at me with the eyes of a man lost to his desire. “I hope you're ready,” he said, sliding his tip over my wet entrance. “I promised you once that I'd make you scream my name... I wasn't joking. Not one bit.”

Shivering, I braced myself—hugged the wall tight. The wide head of his cock pushed inside of me, spreading me in such a way I started to worry. Except I was too anxious, too wrapped up in the pleasure he'd created inside of me, for him to hurt.

“Ah, Pike...!” My lashes beat like butterfly wings, my pussy copying the motion across the rigid heat of his cock. He was stretching me open, testing what I was capable of. Though he held my shoulders, moving into me with careful patience, I knew he was fighting to control himself.

Even when he was taken over by lust, Pike didn't want me injured.

With each action he took, I was learning more about him; he was selfish, certainly, but there was no denying the compassion residing in this inked alpha of a man. I'd said it earlier—he could have had anyone he wanted at that party, but in the end, he'd chosen me.

Pike was someone who went after what he wanted.

In this, we were eerily the same.

“Faster,” I groaned, clenching my teeth.

“I'm not even all the way in yet,” he said, amusement coating the strain in his voice.

“I don't care!” Panting, I shuddered as sweat dripped between my breasts. I was bent over, supported between the wall and the man behind me. There was no where to go, nothing to do but piston back on that thick, hard cock.

I was more than happy with that fact.

Grunting, he dug his nails in when I drove my ass back against him. I'd closed the last of the gap between us; his balls rustled on my soft skin, urging me to get more strokes out of him. Arching forward, I withdrew my slick pussy down his length.

“Jesus fuck!” He made a noise that was closer to a snarl than anything human. “Fine, you want it so bad? I'll give it to you, sugar. Hate to think you'd leave feeling unsatisfied.”

I knew he was playing with me, but I didn't have the patience to go along. My body was speaking for me, my inner walls milking his cock with every desperate movement I made.

Grabbing me by the waist, Pike took charge. He had the leverage to give me what I needed—what we both needed—and he was ready to show me what that was.

What it meant to take a ride on Pike Moss.

“Pike!” I gasped, reeling from the force of his thrust. Again, before I caught my breath, he slid out and jammed deep into me. He had a rhythm, and it was as rough and unyielding as the tide itself.

Dizzy with pleasure, I wondered how I was handling his thickness. Pike had me at the brink, stirring my cunt up over and over. Just as I adjusted to his girth, he swelled larger with a rush of excitement—his own release was so very close.

Melting from his heat, I breathed heavily on the wallpaper. It was damp from my saliva, but I didn't fucking care. Hot, wet decadence was dancing just on the horizon. Every pump of his cock took me closer and closer. My orgasm was inevitable, drawing from somewhere so low in my core it stole the oxygen from my lungs.

One spasm, then another, and the electric force shifted through my body. The muscles in my pussy squeezed, thrumming of their own accord as I came. I saw nothing—felt nothing—but the existence of the man inside of me. I'd waited too long for this moment, and here it was, wrecking my consciousness in one fell swoop of pleasure.

“God, Ellie!” His words were muffled by the paradise surrounding my brain. Through the condom, I sensed the warm heat and sharp jerks as he finished. He kept fucking me as he came, like his body was on a loop, acting on impulse.

Through my shattering aftershocks I rode his ecstasy, let it mix with my own. Knowing my orgasm had been what had tipped him over gave me a rush of satisfaction.

In that quiet stairwell that was filled with nothing but our heavy breaths and the flickering lights of forgotten maintenance, Pike and I held each other, supported our bodies so we wouldn't crumble. It was sheer determination. It was pride.

It was so much more than it should have been.

Maybe one of us should have said something. A word or two to express this... this
feeling
that was burning us inside and out. I just didn't know what would fit the moment.

But I thought... with time...

I would find the name for what was growing between us both.

Pike

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O
n the gigantic side of a building, the brightly colored images flashed by. I saw myself dressed in some brand new logos for a company selling sneakers, jumping out of a helicopter over a park below.

At the last second, as I fell towards the ground, the camera cut away. Then it zoomed in, showing my feet coming down, focusing on the bottoms and displaying some insane jumble of numbers as if math was involved in the design—and in how I'd landed from thousands of feet and not died.

It was one of the many commercials I'd filmed in the past month, each more ridiculous than the last.

Though, as I peered out the car window, seeing the giant image of me running off with the wind in my hair, I had to admit... I looked good when I was as big as King Kong.

“We're here,” the driver said, pulling beside one of the many high-rises in New York City. I'd never been here before, but every business we'd rolled past—Golden Boots, Cat Scratch Mickey's, the Blue Velvet—they all looked like places I couldn't wait to check out when it got dark.

Ellie wouldn't appreciate that,
I mused, grinning as I pictured her cute scowl. There was something so fun in riling her up. Ever since the first shoot in Dubai, we'd been juggling spending time together with the high-speed life of sponsorship.

I hadn't seen her in four days, and the ache I was now familiar with had become my companion.
One quick dip into a bar, and I could quell this itch.

The old me would have indulged in an instant. Hell, maybe not even waited until it got dark to pick up some sexy, eager woman. It'd be easier now, my face was all over the place—fame had made me a lucky guy.

But Ellie...

She made me feel luckier.

Smirking at my own ridiculous actions, I pushed out of the car. Whatever was going on between Ellie and I, I wasn't about to risk it with a quick fling on a forgettable pair of legs. I didn't grasp it entirely, I just knew I was wrapped up in Ellie in such a way that, for now, the idea of it ending was worse than the dumb ache of not getting laid.

Checking my phone for any messages from her, I sighed.
Focus, you have a job to do.
Inside the building, I gazed over the cool grey ceiling. This was the home of Tea-Cola; it was also the place they wanted to film a commercial
for
their company.

It felt a little egotistical to me, but what did it matter?

I got to jump from the top—that was enough for me.

“You're Pike Moss,” a voice said. It belonged to a man who looked close to my age, his hair a mess of blonde and blue spikes. “I'm Ridge Hemell. Nice to meet you in person.”

Blinking, I shook his hand. “You're Ridge?” The owner of Tea-Cola was far younger than I'd expected.

Grinning sheepishly, he waved me towards the elevator. “Yeah, I get that a lot. I practically grew up here when my father ran it. He passed on a year ago, so, well.” Shrugging, he tapped the button for the top floor. “Just made sense for me to step in.”

Studying him, I said carefully, “Sorry about your father.”

“It's fine. Death just happens.”

I recognized the kind of casual shrug-off that came with pain, and with people constantly reminding you of the loss. Knowing all too well the desire to move on, I changed the subject. “So, what are we doing today?”

“What you're a pro at,” he said, beaming. Waving me on, we traversed a set of stairs, appearing on the roof. I was getting to know a variety of roofs very well with my new job. “You're going to jump from there...” He pointed to the top of a tall antenna. “Then glide down here. The cameras are in the windows below.”

Studying the layout, I leaned over to peer at the alley. “Seems simple. Nothing fancy? Do I drink your product in the air, anything like that?”

Lifting an arm, he motioned for one of the people on the roof to join us. “Nope. We're going to do some animation in post. The alley walls will have monsters moving around, like they're following you. After you land, we'll have you open a bottle—and poof!” He waggled his fingers dramatically. “They all vanish!”

Laughing at his enthusiasm, I took the parachute the woman wandering my way offered me. “Alright. So we film the drink part separately?”

“Yeah, after you land, we'll set that shot up. So all you're doing right now is navigating between these buildings.”

I liked the commercials that let me focus on the fall.

The set up was fast; I did the usual equipment check, had the cameras pointed out to me. I admit, I was stoked that I got to climb the antenna. I imagined it was some private perch above the rest of the world.

Humming to myself, I swung my chute on. Jumping without a helmet had become the norm. Gripping the metal rungs, I hoisted myself with grace, clambering upwards until I was hanging off the side of the antenna's tip.

Here, the breeze cradled my face and made me smile.