Page 23 of Goode to Be Bad

We were at the condo complex community center—empty, the parking lot without a single car. He closed the distance between us, and I stopped.

“What—the—fuck—do you want, Myles?” I snarled. “Didn’t you hear Mom? I’m toocausticto be around right now.”

He just smiled at me, a soft, dare I say…affectionate smile. “I ain’t afraid of you angry, Lex. Not a bit.”

“Yeah? Well, you should be.”

“I’m not.” He sidled closer, and I felt my gut react, felt my core react to his proximity. Damn my body. “I have a secret weapon.”

I now had to fight to keep my rage boiling so he couldn’t win. “And what’s that?”

I expected him to reference his dick, but he didn’t. Instead, he closed the space between us, and his arm shot low around my hips, the other hand buried in my hair, yanking firmly on my scalp. There was no escape, none. He jerked me hard up against him, and I felt his hard-on between us, a thick ridge of taunting temptation. Felt his heart slamming against his ribs, belying his calm exterior. I fought him, and he let me.

“Let—go, fucker!”

I didn’t want him to seduce me out of my anger.

He just grinned. “Say it again and mean it, and I will.”

I opened my mouth to say it again and show him how much I meant it, but he was too quick. He used his grip on my hair to pull me close, yanking my face to his, mouth slamming on mouth, lips slashing across mine hot and hard and damp and insistent, and then before I could catch my breath or capture my thoughts, he was kissing me like the fate of the world depended on it, and his tongue was a slithering serpent in my mouth and I tasted him along with the faint tang of my own essence on his tongue from earlier along with the mint of the gum he was chewing. I stole his gum as we kissed, broke the kiss and spat it out. I regarded him from up close, his eyes merging into a single cyclopean eye, smelled his breath and his male scent.

Kissed him. “Fuck you,” I snarled into the kiss. And kissed him all the harder.

He just laughed, crouched, both hands clutching at my ass to lift me off the ground and settled me astride his lean hard hips. One arm barred under my ass, then, and the other wrapped with boa constrictor tightness around my shoulders and cupped the back of my head, crushing me back into the kiss, offering no avenue of escape. Felt us moving, his steps jarring, the ridge and bulge of his erection behind his poor overworked zipper jolting against my center.

A pause, a pivot. His hand leaving my head and reaching away—my eyes were closed and the fervor of his slashing tongue and hungry lips allowed me no thought or comprehension of anything but his kiss, which was indeed a secret weapon against which I was utterly powerless. A doorknob twisted. More steps, now echoing in an open room. Kissing, jolting steps, each one jarring my center against him so I throbbed and throbbed and pulsed with need to have nothing between us anymore, no more jeans, no more zippers. His kiss made me insane with need, took me from rage to near-climax with nothing but the intoxicating taste and power of his damned mouth on mine.

I growled, a distinctly unladylike sound, but fuck it, I’m not alady. I’m all woman, and no lady. “Dammit, Myles.”

Another pause, his hand momentarily relinquishing its grip on my hair as he opened another door. I wasn’t even sure if he was walking backward or forward, I just felt us moving through another door, sensed darkness through my closed eyes, sensed a much smaller room, and one smelling of bleach and old mops. His foot kicked what sounded like a bucket, and then he was letting me down to the floor in a tantalizing slide of my sex against his zipper. The moment my feet hit the floor, his hands were everywhere—yanking my shirt and cami down to expose my breasts with a rough bounce, and then shoving my skirt up. I heard his zipper move, and reached out for him—felt him hot and thick in my fist and the next growl I made was one of rabid need. I felt his fingers at my opening, tugging my thong aside. I stroked him, but he knocked my wrist away, grabbed me by shoulders and spun me around. I caught up against the cold metal of a door, felt it against my cheek and chest, and he was fingering me, making me move and moan as he touched me just right. I had no chance to speak, just his body behind mine and his fingers teasing my nether lips open and then he was inside me—I cried out at the sudden splitting intrusion of his hard, thick huge cock driving into me, squelching wet and fast into me.

Bare.

Wrong.

Wrong.

He couldn’t be in me bare.

No, no…

But if felt soright, his beautiful perfect cock so big I ached to accept him, and so long he filled me and then some, and so hard and so warm I felt his veins stuttering against my tight-stretched sex. I wanted this. Wanted him bare. Wanted him to fuck me and never stop, wanted in a sudden and desperate way to feel him come, just like this, right the hell now, bare.

But panic seared through me and I reached back, grabbed at him. “No, no! Myles—”

He was already pulling out, making me ache with emptiness and starving for him. “Relax, Lex. I know.” I heard a condom packet. “Think I go anywhere without a condom when I’m with you? Hell no.” His hand moved against my ass, the movement of him rolling the condom on.

I ached. Throbbed. Needed.

He teased my slit with his fingers again, tugging aside my thong, locating my opening in the total darkness—there was no light but a tiny crack near the floor, little enough that I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face. Found me, and then his fat tip split me open and I surged back against him, maybe even before either of us were ready, slamming him home, deep.

His hips slapped loud against my ass cheeks. He reached around my front and cupped both tits in one hand, a rough clutch, my nipples squeezed together in his hand. He held me upright, pushed me against the door, cheek against it. His lips touched my ear as he used his other hand to find mine, guided my fingers to my clit. “Make yourself come, Lex. Now. Right the fuck now. This is gonna be fast and I need to feel you come.”

I had no choice but obey, and even that was conflicted—I wanted to do exactly that, make myself come while he was inside me and coming, but being told what to do made me want to the exact opposite. Sexual need won out over psychological, though, and I pressed the tips of my three middle fingers to my clit and whipped them back and forth in a fast light touch. It was immediate—the searing heat in my core building as I worked myself into a wild frenzy within seconds.

“You want to come with me, you better come now,” I said through gritted teeth.

He clutched my tits with rough affection, lips on my ear, voice a low ragged snarl. “Right now, Lex? You want me to come right now?”