Revenge: A Bad Boy Romance (56 page)

I pointed him to an aisle seat about halfway down. It was the perfect spot, almost exactly in the middle of the room, allowing me to blend in with the crowd and not get noticed.

Foster took off his suit jacket, yanked off his tie, and brazenly unbuttoned his shirt, before sitting down in my seat. The middle of his shirt hung tantalizingly open, revealing part of his firm pecs and most of his solid abs.  

“Someone could walk in at any minute,” I said nervously, looking around to double check that the room was empty.

“No one’s going to walk in.”

“What if they do?”

“Then they see us having fun. Who cares? If you don’t start undressing right this second, I’m going to do my shirt back up and I know you don’t want that.”

He was right. I didn’t.  

I slipped off my blazer and tugged my blouse out of my skirt. It’s about time I had some fun in here.

I’d never stripped for a man before. Not like this.

Usually the clothes just sort of came off in a blur and I didn’t have to think about it much. This was very different.

I stood just five feet from Foster and slowly undressed, feeling like a stripper as his eyes moved over my body, taking in every inch of me on display. Perhaps the comparison should have been to a porn star auditioning for a movie; strippers probably didn’t do what I was about to do to Foster.

I reached behind me and pulled down the zipper on my skirt, before letting it drop to the floor. The blouse quickly followed. Thank God I’d started wearing nicer underwear. The bra and panties even matched; it almost looked like I’d prepared for this. Maybe subconsciously I had.

Foster’s eyes came back up to meet mine. I shivered even though the room wasn’t cold.

“You look stunning,” Foster remarked sincerely.  

I felt stunning. Not in the traditional sense, mind you. But it was impossible not to feel sexy when someone like Foster was looking at you the way he was looking at me right now. He was using all his willpower to stay seated and not come over and ravage me. There’d be plenty of time for that.  

I stepped out of the dress, but kept my high heels on. They might not be practical, but the additional height helped me feel a little more powerful, and that’s what I wanted right now; to be in charge.

I walked towards Foster, but he held up a hand to stop me. “All of it,” he said, motioning for me to get completely naked.  

“Not yet,” I replied. “You don’t get to give the orders today.”

Foster frowned, but then quickly raised his eyebrows as I dropped to my knees in front of him. His hands instinctively grabbed hold of the back of my head, but I shook them off. I was setting the pace now.  

My hand reached out slowly and hesitantly towards the bulge in his pants, as if I were about to touch something that might scald me.  

I grasped his cock and gave it a teasing squeeze before slowly pulling down the zipper and reaching inside to put my flesh on his. His cock was too hard and too large to get it through his boxers and pants, so I yanked both of them down until I was face-to-cock with Foster’s beast.  

My fingers closed around the warm flesh as I slowly stroked the shaft, examining it with my eyes as if I’d never seen one before. I suppose in some ways I hadn’t. Certainly none of my ex-boyfriends had come this well-equipped.

I looked up at Foster and licked my lips before moving my head slowly towards his tip. When my tongue was close enough to reach out and lick the salty fluid appearing on top, I stopped and stared back up at him with a seductive smile.

“You’re not going to make me beg, are you?” Foster asked. “‘Cause I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever it takes to get those perfect, pert lips clamped around my cock.”

His cock pulsed in my hand, getting quicker and quicker as the urgency built within it. He might explode with just me knelt in front of him stroking his cock.  

I kept looking up at Foster, as my tongue darted out and licked up the precum from his tip. As soon as I’d had a taste of the salty goodness, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer. I wanted to taste him.  

My tongue moved around the the bottom of the head, as I flicked my tongue lightly against the sensitive skin of his tip. Foster let out a loud moan of encouragement, but the pulsing of his cock in my hand was all the indication I needed to know he was enjoying it.

I locked my lips around his head, and let my tongue circle the very end of his cock, until finally I sucked hard and let go with a loud ‘pop.’  

I knew I wouldn’t be able to take all of him in my mouth, but I wanted to give it a damn good try. I let go of the shaft and placed both hands on his thighs before lowering my mouth down onto his cock.  

Foster’s hands kept flinching and I knew he was fighting the desire to grab hold of my head and fuck my mouth. I enjoyed knowing I could tease him as much as he could tease me.  

I made it halfway down before coming back up for air, but I knew I could take more. I just had to fight the gag reflex. I sucked hard as I came up, slurping on him with little regard for being ladylike, and inhaled loudly as I released.

“Holy shit, baby,” Foster groaned. “Keep doing exactly that.”

Each time my lips slid down his cock—coated in my saliva—I took a little bit more of him inside me until his tip tickled the back of my throat. Taking three quarters of a cock that size
had
to be considered an achievement.  

Foster was close. His quads had tensed so firmly that I expected him to cramp up at any moment, and so much blood had flowed to his head I finally understood why some men referred to it as a ‘purple-headed warrior.’

I desperately wanted to taste him, but there was no way I could go back downstairs without having his cock inside me. I’d feel empty and unused.  

I stood up, leaving Foster gasping and on the edge of exploding.  

“Come here,” he moaned. “I want to taste that pussy.”

“No,” I replied. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, before sliding it off my shoulders and letting it join my blouse and dress on the floor. I turned around and slowly pulled down my panties, bending over as I did so to reveal my slick wet pussy which desperately need him inside.

I heard Foster gasp and quickly undress. In the space of only ten seconds he had gotten naked and slipped a condom over his cock. I knew that likely came from practice, but right now that didn’t bother me.  

He stood up, but I pushed him back down again.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m in control right now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Foster replied sitting back down on the seat and facing the aisle.

I straddled his thighs, and looked him dead in the eyes as I slowly lowered my ass to his cock. I reached a hand behind me to guide his cock between my folds. Once his tip was inside me, I dropped myself down and let him fill me up, moaning loudly as I did so.

I did my best to look serious and domineering, as I aggressively rocked my hips on his cock, however there was nothing I could do to stop myself groaning loudly each time my clit rubbed against his pubic mound.

Foster’s hands gripped my ass cheeks to help me keep up the pace while I rested my arms on his shoulders. His fingers moved around my crack, occasionally teasing my asshole, threatening to enter, but never quite doing it.  

The thrill of the unexpected had me coming in a few short minutes. I thrust my hips hard against his stomach and held my clit against him as I came silently, the only noise being the final gasps of air forced out of my lungs, and the quivering of my spent muscles as they tried to remain balanced on Foster’s thighs.

I was so utterly exhausted, I almost completely forgot that Foster was still rock hard inside of me. I remembered what I wanted—needed—more than anything, and quickly clambered off his lap and dropped back down to my knees.  

Foster threw the condom to one side, as I sucked him again. This time I let him hold my head down on his cock as he growled loudly—his body vibrating with the intensity of his passion—and emptied himself inside my mouth.

I quickly swallowed everything he had to give me, gulping the hot, salty liquid down like it was water and I was stranded in the desert.  

After I’d drank every last drop, Foster pulled me to my feet and stood in front of me, before placing a finger under my chin and pulling me in for a kiss. The kiss started off soft and gentle, but soon became more intense as if we were kissing before the sex, not after it.  

Finally, we broke apart and Foster placed his hands on my hips, pulling me in towards him.  

“I feel guilty,” he said. “I never did anything for you.”

“I got mine,” I replied, with a satisfied smile. I quickly got dressed and watched Foster do the same, his tattooed, and muscular chest disappearing under the formal white shirt and tie. “However,” I continued, “don’t talk so much this afternoon. I plan to put your tongue to work later.”

“I’m going to eat you for hours,” he replied. I believed him.

I left Foster staring at my ass as I walked up the stairs, making sure to put a lot more wiggle in it than usual.

It wasn’t until I saw Foster again in the moot court room that I realized the impact of what I’d said. I was as good as admitting that we were going to fuck again. We weren’t just people who did it on the spur of the moment because they couldn’t control themselves. We were a couple.

Shit had just gotten real.

I think I’m in a relationship. 

At the very least I’m dating someone. That’s… unusual. 

I also appear to be happy about it. 

April spent Saturday night and all of Sunday at my apartment, and to say we didn’t get a lot of sleep would be a huge fucking understatement.  

It wasn’t the first time I’d gone into work on Monday morning looking a little worse for wear, so I had a way to minimize the damage. Most people made a complete hash of it. They would come in late and still look exhausted. Everyone would see them show up, and before you knew it word had got around the office that the person was tired, hungover, or just still drunk.

My way avoided most of those problems. First of all, I would arrive at work extra early. Hell, when you’d had as little sleep as me, a few extra hours won’t make any difference. Coming in early meant no one saw you until you’d had a few cups of coffee. I would then usually sneak out early for the day and bill the last few hours from home in bed.