Love 'Em: A Bad Boy Romance (26 page)

I wrap his upper thighs with my legs. My hands glide over
his back where the muscles move with every roll of his hips as he rubs my pussy
with his cock. His mouth covers mine and he kisses me like he’s desperate.

When we have to breathe he moves down, kissing his way from
my mouth to my entrance. His tongue brushes my skin, increasing the moisture
now at my slit. He pushes my thighs over his shoulders, and slides both hands
between my legs.

His fingers tickle the sides of my labia as his thumbs take
turns thrusting into me. I arch my back and my body responds to his
ministrations at my pussy, once again coiling the pressure tight in my core.

He takes hold of my clit and sucks, and a wave of heat moves
over me. My muscles try to grab his fingers when they dip inside. His tongue
plays over my lower lips. When he touches my tight backside hole with the tip,
tingles radiate through my pussy. He licks from my asshole to my bud, his
tongue sliding deep into my slit on its way up.

Danny slips two fingers into my entrance, his tongue batting
at my bud until once again my ass is off the bed as I push against his mouth.

I pant, having a hard time catching my breath, as the
pressure builds.

His fingers pump into my pussy faster and faster. He suckles
my clit, drawing my breath from my body as every heart beat is felt beneath his
tongue.

The fingers of one hand tangle in his hair, the other in the
sheets. Just when I can’t take any more, a tidal wave of sensation rolls over
me like a tsunami, devastating my dignity as I cry out.

My entire being pulses with my orgasm. Not one cell isn’t
affected. My pussy spasms under Danny’s mouth as he draws out the moment. His
tongue flips across my nub, his fingers still stroking my core.

Finally, he slows, and pulls away as I drop my ass back to
the bed. He follows, kissing me one last time right on my clit. He looks up,
those green eyes alight.

“Now, what do you want, Mo?”

I’m so ready for his cock. I crook a finger, beckoning him
to come to me. He smiles, and crawls over my body. His hard dick rubs from my
knee to my entrance. He slides along my slit, warm skin against wet skin.

I kiss his jaw. His stubble rasps across my mouth.

Danny kisses me, the taste of my body still on his lips,
sending a gush of moisture to my opening. I wrap my legs around his ass as I pull
him close. The head of his erection pushes at my entrance. His tongue traces my
lips and he moves his hips forward just a bit, and draws back.

“Damn you’re tight, babe.”

He rolls his hips again, shoving his cock a bit further.
When he hits my maidenhead I cringe.

He stops. “What the fuck?”

I bite my lip and look away.

His hand closes over my jaw and he turns me to face him.
“How is it even possible? You’re twenty-one fucking years old.”

I tighten my legs around him, looking him square in the eyes.
“Is this a problem?”

His eyebrows rise. “A problem?”

Pulling myself up to the body poised over mine, I kiss his
neck. “Are we stopping?”

He looks away, but in two seconds his gaze comes back to me.
His face softens and his little boy smile returns. “Fuck no, we aren’t stopping.”

His lips come down on mine. As he invades my mouth, he pulls
back just a notch, sliding his hand beneath the back of my head. He grabs a
handful of hair, pulling when he thrust his hips forward, burying himself to
the hilt.

I gasp and he goes still.

He whispers, “You okay, Sweets?”

I inhale and exhale a couple of times, trying to relax as my
body screams at the invasion. But in only a few moments it starts to adjust.

Finally, I nod. “I’m all right now.”

Danny kisses my temple and pulls back in super slow motion,
but not all the way out. “Still okay?”

I blink away the tears prickling the backs of my eyes.
“Yeah.”

Then he freezes completely. “Shush.”

My grip on his waist tightens. “What is it?”

“I think I heard something.”

Then from somewhere in the house Danny’s mom, Charlotte,
yells, “Danny? We’re home. Come on down.”

He drops his forehead to mine, mumbling. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

I push him off, rolling away and scrambling to find clothes
to put on.

Shit.

My shorts? Where’s my shirt? Oh, good Lord, it’s in the
theater. “Damn. It. What do I do?”

Danny falls onto his back, his cock standing at attention.
“Why the hell are they home? They weren’t due back for another two weeks.”

I smack his knee. “You better go down there before she comes
up. Damn, I’ve got to get out of here. How do I sneak out? This is just my
luck.”

Panic wells in my gut. I slip my shorts on and grab a
t-shirt out of the drawer Danny pulled one from the other day. When condoms
scatter, I dive to the floor, pushing them under his bed.

When I stand, he’s still sprawled on the mattress, his legs
hanging over the side. I kick his shin. “Get down there.”

He points to his hard-on. “I can’t go down there like this.”

I’d have thought his mom yelling for him would’ve killed any
desire he had—apparently not.

“Well, you better at least give her an answer, or she’s going
to come looking for you.”

Danny stands. His cock bounces as he takes a giant step to
his door. He calls down. “Hey, I was just getting in the shower; I’ll be down
in a little bit.”

After a second or two, she replies, “Okay. We’ll be in our
room.”

I let out a deep breath. “So, how am I going to get out
without them knowing I was up here?”

He folds me into his arms. “I’m sorry, Sweets. This isn’t
how I planned this to go.”

I pull away. “Seriously, Danny. I have to get out of here.”

He frowns. “It’s not that big a deal, Mo. We’re grown-ups.
What do you think they’ll do, ground us?”

I glare at him. “I think I’ll be embarrassed if your parents
know what we’ve been up here doing. And I think they’ll be colossally
disappointed and probably kick me out. No parent wants this kind of thing going
on under their roof.”

“Fuck their roof. Come on. Let’s have a shower.”

I cross to the window and look out. It faces the back of the
house. “Maybe they won’t notice if I climb down the drain pipe.”

“Chill. It’s okay. This is a big house. Let’s get a shower; when
I go downstairs, I’ll distract them and you can sneak out the back.”

Danny steps into the other room and turns on the water. He
grabs my hand and pulls me into the bathroom, pushing the door closed with his
foot. “Come on. You can’t go anywhere until I go downstairs anyway. You might
as well shower with me.”

I frown as he pulls the T-shirt over my head.

“Son?” David’s voice bleeds through the door.

My arm clamps over my breasts, and my eyes go wide. I yank
the shirt from Danny’s hands.

He shakes his head and mouths
fuck
. “Gimme a sec,
Dad.”

“
Now
, Danny.”

Danny wraps a towel around his waist.

He pushes me into the shower. Shorts, shirt, and all.

Great. Now I’m soaked and trapped.

CH. SEVEN

I step out of the bathroom. Dad has Mo’s ripped panties
hanging off the end of his fucking finger. His mouth forms a hard line and his
brows are knit.

I snatch the scrap of lace from his hand. “Thanks.”

“You know how we feel about you bringing girls into this
house.”

I nod. My gut roils with a mixture of fear and anger. “Yes.
I believe I do. I appreciate the reminder though.”

He props his hands on his waist. “Danny, your escapades
affect this entire family. My entire organization. The ministry.”

“Fuck the ministry. What you really mean is your bank
account. Don’t you always tell me how important it is to be honest? At least be
honest with your son, Pops.”

He goes red in the face and points at me. “Do I need to
remind you that you have good reason to behave yourself? Would hate to have
your Trust compromised in some way, wouldn’t you?”

I cross my arms. “Yeah, whatever, Dad. Only a complete
asshole controls his family with money that’s rightfully theirs. But that’s how
you roll.”

“Just keep yourself in line.” He turns to leave, but stops
at the door. “Have you seen Mo? Her car’s down at the guest house, but her
lights are all off.”

Shit.

I let out a huff. “I don’t know—maybe she went out or
something. I’m not exactly one of her best friends.”

He stalks off down the hall. “And it better stay that way,
Danny. I deal with a lot from you, but I will not tolerate you going after
someone in my care. Keep yourself in line, or else.”

Or else.

I slam my door and lock it.

Mo peeks through a crack at the bathroom door. I flex my
hands, trying to let out some of the tension in them.

I wave her into the room. “He’s gone; it’s okay.”

She comes out, wrapped in a towel, hot as hell, all wet and
fresh from the shower. “I’m done. I need dry clothes.”

I grab another shirt and a pair of cotton boxers. “Mom won’t
expect me to come down. She knows I won’t after Dad and I argue, it upsets her
too much. She’s easily rattled—anyway, no telling where they are in the house now,
so you should probably just stay for a while and I’ll sneak you out after they
go to bed.”

Mo shrugs, her mouth pulling into a frown. “Whatever.”

I pull her to me and put my chin on top of her head as I
gather her closer. She fits perfectly in my arms. And I fit perfectly in her
pussy. The thought brings my erection back to life.

Dragging her back to the bed, I fall, taking her with me.
“Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?”

She pushes me away. “I’m not having sex with you while your
parents are downstairs.”

“Yes, you are.”

Her eyes go wide. “No. I’m. Not.”

I nip her bottom lip, biting just a bit harder than I
probably should. When I let go, I say, “
Yes
, you are. There’s nothing
else for us to do. Why wouldn’t we?”

She shakes her head. “Why
would
we? Your dad was just
up here. Who’s to say one of them won’t walk in on us?”

“They won’t. Besides, I locked the door. It’s all good.”

Mo rolls away from me, snatching my clothes from the foot of
the bed. She goes into the bathroom and closes the door without a sound.

Shit. I finally decide to go after what I want, and I’m right
there—RIGHT THERE—damn if Dad doesn’t manage to fuck me out of it before I can
actually get what I’ve wanted—needed—for so long.

I follow Mo into the bathroom. She’s just pulling the shirt
over her naked breasts.

I tweak her nipple.

She yanks the shirt down and jerks away. “Stop it.”

Dropping my towel, I let my cock free. It’s hard and in
need. Maybe she’ll take pity on me.

Her eyes go to it.

Perfect.

I push the shower curtain to one side and turn the water on.
I step into the warm spray, but leave the curtain open. Water sluices over me
and her eyes stay focused on my dick. I grab the soap and pour it over the wash
cloth. Taking my time, I glide it over my body, not missing a spot. I turn this
way and that.

When I move to my cock, I slide over my length really slowly,
circling it with my hand, like I did the other day. I cup my balls and wash
beneath them, making sure to pull at my erection when I come back up to the end
of it. I let out a groan.

She’s sitting on the counter, watching my every move.

I catch her eyes with mine. “You know. I’m going to be
forced to jack off if you don’t want to help me out here, Mo.”

Again I ring my fingers over my dick at the base and pull
them up over the head until it pops free of my grip. I do it again. And a third
time. Mo’s gaze hasn’t left my hard-on. Mine hasn’t left her face.

She licks her lips.

I hold my cock and turn toward her. “You want to touch it
again? It sure would like that right about now, Sweets.”

She leans forward a little, her eyes rapt on my shaft. She wants
it. I just know it. “C’mon, Sweets. It’s lonely over here. Come give it some
company.”

A breath escapes her slightly open mouth.

“You know what it really wants, Mo? Your lips sliding over
it. I’ve dreamt what that would be like. To have you take me in your mouth.
Think you’d ever want to do that?”

She sits up straighter. Her eyes find mine, the pulse at the
base of her neck ticking away. She places her fingers at that spot as though she
can calm it. “I—I don’t know. I have wondered. I mean, you seem to like the way
I taste.”

I nod and smile. “Oh, I more than
like
the way you taste,
Babe. I fucking love it. I’ll never get enough of that pussy to satisfy my
hunger.”

I turn the shower head toward the wall, so if she decides to
do this, she won’t get soaked. Again, I grab my dick and stroke it a couple of
times. “It’s right here.”

She darts closer as fast as I’ve ever seen a girl move. One
knee on the side of the tub, she takes my cock in hand. When she slips her
fingers over the end, it flexes in her hold. She looks up from beneath her
almost transparent lashes, blue eyes wide and questioning.

“Go ahead.” I move toward her an inch or so.

She slides her hand over the shaft from the root to the
head. “What if I don’t do it right?”

“Oh, Babe, there’s no way for you to do it wrong. You just
looking at it feels good. You touching it brings it to a whole new level of
good. You put your mouth on it and I’m going to explode before long. I
guarantee it. I’m strung so tight right now, after having been in that sweet
pussy of yours, it won’t take much to get me there.”

She dips her head so her lips hover just at the tip of my
dripping cock. Grabbing the shower rod, I brace myself. Tentatively she opens her
mouth. Her tongue barely comes out and she licks the very end of the head. A
swirl of heat rushes through my dick, into my balls, and then out to every
other part of my body.

She keeps her eyes fastened on mine as she takes another
swipe at it, this time like she’s licking an ice cream cone. I white knuckle
the curtain rod when the jolt of pleasure hits me. Mo takes me into her mouth,
her lips closing over my cock, just like in a thousand of my best fantasies. My
eyes fall closed.

I’m in heaven. Hot and wet, she licks and sucks my cock like
it’s her favorite flavored lollipop. Her mouth leaves my shaft, and she tickles
my head with the tip of her tongue as she backs off my length. Then she leans
down, taking my balls into her mouth. I let out a sigh.

When she comes back to the head and slips her mouth over it
again, as deep as she can go, she takes what’s not in her mouth into her hands,
almost covering my entire length. She twists her hands around me as she sucks
the head of my cock. Fuck, I’ve dreamt about this so many times, but the dreams
were nothing compared to the reality of her mouth on me, taking me in,
pleasuring me.

Then she moves her hands up and down the shaft as she sucks.
My hips thrust forward and pull back as I fuck her face. She grins up at me
around my dick. If only we could be like this all the time; so close, so
together. My heart pounds and my cock thickens. My balls almost melt into my
erection as I grow and harden even more.

Mo exerts just the right amount of pressure into her grip as
she jerks me off, her mouth still covering the head.

I put one hand on her crown, trying my best not to hold her
there. I need to let her decide. But damn, this is fucking incredible. I’ve
been sucked off by a lot of girls, but none of them have made me feel the way
Mo is right now.

I take a deep breath and look down at her working my cock
like a pro. My breaths are short and I’m about to explode. “Babe. I’m going to
come. If you don’t want cum in your mouth, you better let go.”

She slides one hand to my ass, pulling me closer. Tightening
her hold on my shaft with the other hand, she sucks harder.

Oh God. My dick spasms. She rubs and sucks every drop of cum
from me as it pumps onto her tongue. She swallows, but doesn’t let go.

She continues to suck and massage my erection. In a minute
or two, suddenly—holy hell—it tightens again and throbs. In a few more minutes,
it explodes once more as I come again. “Shit.”

Mo pulls away, licking her lips and smiling like crazy.

I grab her under her arms and drag her into the shower. I
slip my tongue into her mouth. She tastes of me.

Fucking sexy.

We waited just long enough for his parents to go to bed,
before Danny snuck me downstairs and out to the guest house. At the door, he
pulled me into his arms and kissed me—kissed me like we’d just come home from a
movie—like we’re dating or something. By the time he let me go, I was done for.

I slipped inside and locked up. Now I’ve been laying here
for the better part of the night, thinking about Danny. About his kisses. His mouth
on my pussy. His cum on my tongue and sliding down my throat. His cock inside
me.

His cock.

My stomach sinks. His
bare
dick, inside. Oh no.

What was I thinking? I’m such an idiot.

I knew I’d be screwed if he figured out how much I want him.

Well, doesn’t really matter now. It won’t happen again.

Plus, his parents are back and there’s no way I’m going to
get caught with Danny. Too many people to disappoint. Not to mention the fact
that he’ll strip my heart bare and sell it for parts given the chance. He may
not even mean to do it, but he could, with just one word or one look.

I can’t let him have that kind of power.

* * *

A knock on the door wakes me.

Danny?

I throw on my robe and check through the peephole. I let out
a deep breath as I open the door, painting fake surprise on my face. “Hey,
David. What are you guys doing home?”

Danny’s dad holds out a doll dressed in a neon stripped
dress. “Hey, kiddo. We came back early after Laney called and told us about
Danny’s accident with the door. Brought you a souvenir.”

“Ah. Thank you. Nice of you guys to think of me.”