Page 36 of Bad Boy Next Door
Dancing on that stage for Nick had been hot as fuck. Sure, I’d fallen on my ass a few times and probably looked clumsy, but from the expression on his face, not to mention the bulge in his jeans, I hadn’t beenallbad.
I knelt on his jacket and ran my hands slowly up and down his thighs, loving the sound of his breath—heavy and labored—and the heat in his eyes as he stared at my tits.
He’d wanted me last night, and he wanted me now. That was clear. Who knew why he’d stopped me last night. Maybe he remembered the no-sex rule I’d stipulated when I took over the brownies.
Right now, like last night, I was willing to bend my own rule. Overpowered by my driving need to touch him, taste him, make him come.
I wanted Nick to fuck me, too, but I sensed once he’d been inside me, he’d have the power to crush me—crush my whole life. I would not give him that. A blow job was better. One with me in control. The logic might not be totally sound, but it was the only compromise I could make with my lust.
I slid my hands higher on his thighs, my fingers brushing near his bulge but not touching. Although I hadn’t yet made finger-to-dick contact, the tension in his body multiplied. I could feel it in his muscled legs, see it in his expression, hear it in his labored breathing.
I slowly eased open his fly.
Groaning, he reached down and grabbed my forearms, but I wasn’t going to let him stop me again. My wrists captive in his grasp, I brushed my fingers against his cock.
His head dropped back, and his hands slid off me as if they’d thrown in the towel.
Through his jeans, I ran my fingers over the hard length of him, and the grumbling moan erupting from his chest drenched the crotch of my uniform.
Smart or not, I had a serious lady boner for this man.
Carefully, I pulled down his zipper, licking my lips when I saw he wasn’t wearing underwear. But instead of going straight for the main event, I used the fabric of his jeans to create friction, rubbing him through the denim, squeezing, then gently stroking.
His hips bucked and he moaned. “Wait…” His voice broke. “Fuck!” His cock pulsed in my fingers, like it was fighting to rip through the jeans.
I pushed the fabric aside and his cock burst out, bouncing in front of me, so thick and hard, angrily red and wet at the tip. Grabbing the shaft with both hands, I licked his head—circling, sucking, tonguing all the grooves and ridges and veins, all the soft and hard places, relishing the salty manliness of Nick.
His hips bucked, and he gripped the legs of the chair as if trying to hold himself down. Wanting more, wanting to drive him wild, I bent to take his entire length into my mouth.
Expecting his dick to bend, I misjudged both his hardness and length, and his cock struck the back of my throat. I gagged.
He started to push me away, but I adjusted the depth and closed my lips around him, rubbing the underside of the head with my tongue as I sucked. He gripped the legs of the chair.
I had him right where I wanted. I’d claimed his cock, his entire body, as he surrendered to my tongue and fingers and lips.
In a lust-driven frenzy, I went to work, barely aware of my actions as I bobbed and licked, sucked and stroked, teased and tugged. Fuck. I was kidding myself if I thought I could keep all this under control. How could I control him if I couldn’t even control myself?
Given his strength and weight advantage, he could easily reverse the balance of power. In a flash, he could grab my head and fuck my mouth and throat so hard I’d choke. Or he could pin me down and pound into whatever hole he wanted.
Thoughts like that scared me but turned me on, too, and the danger gave an edge to the power I felt with this huge, dangerous machine of a man stretching my mouth.
“Fuck, Jade, I’m so close.” He grabbed my head, and for a second I actually was scared. This man’s huge dick could cut off my air supply in an instant.
I relaxed my throat for the onslaught. But he pulled my head up, and his cock left my lips with a pop.
“What?” I sputtered the confused word as he grabbed his dick from my hand. I squinted my eyes, expecting him to shoot his load at my face or my tits, but instead he twisted on the chair and shouted out as his come shot onto the floor beside us.
His entire body convulsed like every muscle in his body was involved in expelling the liquid that shot across the floor. When his orgasm subsided, he collapsed back on the chair so hard I thought it might break.
It was like every muscle inside him had forced out the come and was now fully spent.
I rocked back to sit cross-legged on the floor and touched his shin lightly, hating that I felt so needy for this small connection.
“Shit. Jade. We, I—” His voice was dazed. “Just give me a sec and I’ll return the favor.”
I backed away, then stood. “Favor? That wasn’t a favor. That was me showing gratitude. I’m the one who owes you, remember?”
He winced. “Then let me show you how grateful I am for your gratitude.” He stood, and I had to fight to keep my jaw from dropping open. Even after coming, his dick was semi-hard—and monstrous.
And if keeping Nick at arm’s length was my goal, I was in monstrous trouble.
