Page 23 of Badd Ass
He grinned. “When I’m around you? Yeah, pretty much.”
“You’re terrible,” I said, trying to wriggle out of his clutches, but he wasn’t letting go.
“No, the name’s Badd, sweetheart. Two D’s.” He had me pressed up against him, his hands wandering, and really, I wasn’t tryingthathard to get away.
I groaned. “Jesus. You make puns on your own name.” I shook my head, slapping his chest. “Now let me go, for real. I barely slept last night, and tomorrow is my last day with Claire.”
He released me, climbing off the bike and pivoting to sit on it properly. “Fine, go get your beauty sleep. Not that you need it.”
I backed away from him before my body betrayed my better sense by propelling me back into his hands. “Flattery will get you—well, pretty far, actually.”
He grinned, one eyebrow lifted. “In that case, I should mention that I’ll probably be awake most of the night, thinking about how beautiful you looked in the moonlight, topless and doing amazing things to me with your mouth.”
“Awake doing what, exactly?” I asked, even though I already knew, obviously.
“What do you think? Wishing my hand was your mouth.”
I forced myself to continue moving away. “Really? You can’t wait until tomorrow?”
“With the mental images you gave me? Hell no.”
I had no response for that except a stupid, happy grin. I waved at him and finally turned away. “Bye, Zane.”
“Sweet dreams, Mara.”
I didn’t look back until I had the door closed behind me, and then I peeked out the window at him as he rumbled away. I went to my room, undressed and pulled on the oversized T-shirt I’d brought as pajamas, and then brushed my teeth, as much to get rid of the come-breath as for the sake of dental hygiene. In the moment, Zane’s come had tasted amazing, more because of how much I’d enjoyed his reactions than anything, but now that the flavor had…steeped, so to speak, I was more than ready to brush and gargle it away.
Of course, thinking about Zane’s come, and Zane’s reactions led to me thinking about Zane, and Zane’s cock, and how it had felt in my hands and how it had tasted in my mouth.
And of course, Zane had gotten me pretty worked up before I’d stopped him, so now I was feeling all…tense and horny and needy. I didn’t regret stopping him, though, because I knew myself well enough to know that if I’d let him go down on me right then, the next thing I knew he’d have been inside me. I wasn’t opposed to sex outside, especially because that spot had been pretty damn secluded and private, so it wasn’t that I’d been worried about being discovered, it was more that some instinct was telling me to limit true intimacy with Zane. Keep some level of space between us; keep it impersonal to a degree. That was the instinct, at least, and that was what had me pushing Zane off me.
I’d have relished the magnificent orgasm he’d have given me, but I was also not entirely sure he had a condom, and I knew I didn’t, and while obviously I was on the shot, I still wasn’t about to run the risk of being part of the one percent if my birth control failed. Plus, Zane bare? Dangerous, that. Very, very dangerous.
I was lying in the bed, trying to fall asleep and failing. Trying to pretend I wasn’t horny, and failing. Trying to pretend I didn’t have a vivid mental image of Zane naked in the bathroom, one hand braced on the wall, the other sliding hard and fast on his erect cock. He’d be groaning my name, of course, eyes closed, abs tensed as he jerked himself to a cursing, weak-in-the-knees orgasm. I could picture that O, too, the way he’d dip at the knees and groan long and low, the way his cock would spurt a thick white stream of come into the toilet…
The hem of my T-shirt had ridden up, and I had my nice fantasy going. And hey, wouldn’t you know I’d brought my LELO? Why pretend, at this point? I fished the vibrator out of my toiletries bag and got back in bed. And then, for some reason, said fuck it and ripped off my T-shirt. I wasn’t sure what was coming over me, but as I pictured Zane’s fist sliding on his cock, my LELO buzzing around my clit, my eyes kept drifting to my cell phone, laying on the nightstand.
No, Mara.
Nope.
Don’t do it, ho.
DoNOTsext Zane.
Of course, I didn’t listen to myself. I mean, where’s the fun in that?
I kept the vibrator on low for the moment, content to draw this out a little. I kept fighting the urge to grab my phone for another…um, thirty seconds, max, and then set the vibrator aside, because I wassoabout to sext Zane Badd. I grabbed the phone, and opened the front-facing camera. I made sure the ambient light was low enough to be sexy but not so dark that I’d need a flash, and then took a couple test selfies. God, my hair was a mess—I finger-combed it to look sexy and sultry, like I’d just been lying in bed looking this good. Part of me demanded that I go put on at least a coat of lip-gloss and maybe some eye shadow, but I resisted it; this whole thing with Zane was turning into an experiment in pushing myself outside my comfort zone. Spending time with Zane outside of bed was a big start, and now I was going to not just text him, not just send him a selfie, but I was going to sext him? Like, send nudes? Way outside my comfort zone. And without any makeup on? Lunacy. Utter madness.
But there I was, lying on my back in bed, hair on point, phone held above me. I played with a few poses until I found one that looked fairly natural, laying so my hips were flat on the bed but my torso was twisted to one side, my arm draped in such a way that my breast was visible but not my nipple. Eyes looking sleepy, a little horny—click-click-click.
I snapped a few and swiped through them, satisfied with at least one.
I pulled up Zane’s number, saved it in my phone, and started a text message thread.
Me:You up?
“Delivered” popped up immediately, and then after maybe twenty seconds switched to “read”; another few seconds, and the gray bubble with the three dots appeared.