Page 18 of Tempting Bad

  I kissed him like I was never going to see him again.

  I kissed him like he belonged to me and I to him.

  I kissed him like I was home; like he was my home.

  I kissed him like I loved him.

  And he matched every beat, every moment, every feeling and emotion… times ten.

  The earth stopped moving and time stood still.

  And just when I thought he was going to carry me into his arms and take me into the bedroom to make love to me… he pulled away. He pulled away and looked at me. I mean truly, wholeheartedly looked at me.

  I was putty in his hands, he could mold me and build me however he wanted and I would let him. I barely heard our heavy panting and breathing from our escalated hearts and minds. They were both running wild and free.

  In sync.

  Together.

  Side-by-side.

  One…

  He pushed away the hair from my face, and I so desperately wanted him to tie it back. I didn’t want anything to come between us, and he did just that. My hair no longer a barrier to come between whatever was happening between us.

  With his hands framed around my face, he kissed me again, slower, more delicate and defined, less frantic and desperate, but with the same intensity and passion. Our tongues did a sinful dance, which we only knew the moves to.

  When he pulled away again, I thought I was going to scream. I never wanted to stop kissing him. I wanted him to claim me as much as he was consuming me.

  He took one last look into my eyes and leaned in toward my ear. “Bambi, with you I never have to pretend... you don't know how free you make me feel. You can’t hide from me… you can’t run from me… because I will always find you.” He got closer and rubbed his lips below my earlobe, causing tingles everywhere. “To catch you when you fall,” he huskily added.

  I could have cried right there; bawled like a baby and let him hold me the entire time. He pulled away again and kissed my forehead, before lovingly smiling at me and standing up. Leaving me, to watch him go toward the elevator and out of my life.

  But he wasn’t.

  I wouldn’t let him.

  I lay in bed and thought about her. I thought about our trip, I thought about the afternoon and how one thing quickly became another; nothing was ever consistent with her. I had a feeling it never would be, and to be honest, I loved that as much as I hated it. I was fascinated with her, with every part of her… from her hair, to her eyes, to her face, and her lips. Her body, mind, and soul; She desperately tried to hide.

  My phone pinged with a text and I reached over to my nightstand. I immediately smiled when I read, ‘Bambi, new message’ across the screen. I swiped it over.

  B: Hi.

  D: Hi, back.

  I knew she was biting her cheek without having to see her.

  B: What are you doing?

  D: Lying in bed, thinking of you.

  There was a long pause before I heard the ping of a new text message.

  B: Why do you like me? Why me?

  D: Why not you?

  B: Don’t do that… I want to know. Why me?

  I didn’t have to think about what I was writing; it flowed loosely.

  D: I like you, Bambi, a lot. You fascinate me in a way I didn’t know was possible. I want to get to know you in anyway that you will let me.

  She paused again, a little longer this time.

  B: Okay.

  D: Okay?

  B: I want to get to know you, too.

  D: Why me?

  I asked, genuinely curious about what she had to say.

  B: Because I like the way you make me feel. I haven’t felt anything in such a long time. I didn’t think I remembered how. You make me happy as much as you scare me.

  My eyes widened with her honesty, I hadn’t expected that.

  D: Okay. Tell me something… anything.

  B: Like what?

  D: I don’t care.

  B: I have two sisters… and siblings I don’t know and have never met.

  I immediately hit call on my phone and it took her six rings to answer. I knew she was contemplating not answering the phone.

  “Hi,” she shyly replied.

  “Hey,” I responded, trying not to sound too excited that she actually answered. “I wanted to hear your voice.”

  “Okay.”

  “It’s a very beautiful voice.”

  She laughed. “Charmer.”

  “Keep going… tell me what you were going to say.”

  Several seconds went by without so much as a sound. “Stop biting your cheek.”

  She laughed again, but then said, “I have two sisters that I’m fairly close to, but other siblings that I don’t know… not even their names.”

  “Your parents are divorced?”

  “No.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Neither do I. My parents are happily married.”

  “So they’re from a previous marriage?”

  “No. They’re from another relationship. My father has a mistress. He’s had one since before I learned about it, when I was sixteen. He has another family,” she recited as if she couldn’t believe what she had just shared.

  “Bambi, I’m so sorr—”

  “No,” she interrupted. “Don’t do that. Don’t feel sorry for me. I don’t want any part of that.”

  “Okay,” I replied, nodding. I could respect her wishes.

  “Do your parents know? That you know?”

  She paused again and I thought she had hung up. “Bambi?”

  “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

  I sighed, disappointed, but she had given me something and I would take it… for now.

  “Do you have Skype?” I asked.

  “Ummm… yeah. Why?”

  “Do you have your computer?”

  “Yes.”

  “What’s your screen name?”

  “BrookeStevens143.”

  I smiled. “143, huh?”

  “Shut up,” she teased.

  “Why are you Skyping me?”

  “Answer and you will find out.”

  I saw her beautiful face appear on my screen and watched as she hung up her phone.

  “Hi,” she greeted.

  “You look beautiful. I’m digging the pink nightie. How many of those things do you own?”

  She laughed and it lit up the screen. “Enough to open my own store.”

  “I like your gym shorts and no shirt; it suits you.”

  “You forgot about my big smile. I have on one of those, too.”

  “Oh yes… the big smile,” she giggled.

  “I love your giggles, they’re different from your laughs. I don’t hear them often enough.”

  She didn’t speak and I knew it was because I had used the word love, and she was biting at her cheek. “Well… I love your body. I wish I could see more of that, too.”

  Now it was my turn to laugh. “That could be arranged. Lay down.”

  “What?” she replied, taken back.

  “Lay down and make sure I can still see you.”

  “Okay,” she breathed deeply, angling her computer so that I could see her body and her face.

  “Put your hair up, take it away from your face.”

  She narrowed her eyes at the screen and then grinned. “Hold on.” She came back a minute later and lay back down in the same position.

  “Your face is so fucking flawless. I love it so much more without makeup. You don’t need it. You should always wear your hair pulled back like that.”

  She shyly smiled.

  I moved my computer in a similar position, like she had hers. “I want to play, Bambi, do you?” I huskily asked, looking directly at her.

  “Yes…”

  “By my rules?”

  “Yes…” she replied, biting her cheek.

  “Are you nervous?”

  “Yes…”

  “Put your fingers in your mouth. I want you to get them wet.”

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  She did and my cock immediately got hard. She pushed them in further when she saw he had made his appearance.

  “What are you thinking about? Tell me.”

  “I’m wishing it was your cock.”

  “Oh yeah? What would you do if it were?”

  “I would start at the head of your dick, kissing and licking around the edges, tasting your pre-come.”

  “Then what?”

  “I’d get it nice and wet so that my lips were able to fit around it smoothly; I’d slowly take you in my mouth.”

  “Hmmm… that does sound good,” I groaned. “I want you to take your panties off and bring them to your face. I want you to tell me what they smell like. And then I want you to spread your legs.”

  “You’re a dirty boy…”

  “Bambi, you have no idea.”

  “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

  I didn’t have to be told twice. I pulled down my shorts, and my erect cock sprung loose.

  She huffed deeply at the site of me. It was the first time she had seen my dick, and by the look on her face, she was very impressed.

  “You’re thick and big,” she bluntly stated.

  “I’ve been told that a time or two.”

  She licked her lips in anticipation and brought her panties up to her face, making sure to bring them right up to her nose; she inhaled intensely. “It smells like Downy fabric softener mixed with the scent of pussy.”

  “Are you wet?”

  “Yes…”

  “Touch your pussy, and then put your fingers in your mouth; tell me what you taste like.”

  “Mmmm…” she moaned when she touched the inside of her folds. She rubbed back and forth a few times, and my cock jumped in readiness and excitement. Her sounds elevated; I stroked my cock to the sound of her breathing. I watched with fascinated eyes as she brought her fingers back up to her mouth. She peeked out her tongue first and then slid them down her tongue. “I taste like musky sweetness,” she raspingly taunted.

  “Fuck yourself, Bambi, and imagine that I’m doing it to you. I want to watch everything that you do when you think of me. Show me,” I ordered, trying to control my own urges.

  She panted, but didn’t hesitate. Her fingers found her clit; she moved them in a slow circle. Her legs spread further, till her knees were almost touching the sheets. I could see her cunt glistening and the moisture mounting all over her fingers and perfect fucking pussy.

  “You look so breathtakingly beautiful,” I praised, stroking my dick a little faster; imagining it was my fingers touching her.

  “Oh fuck…” I breathed out. “I have to roll over. I can’t fuck myself from this angle.”

  “Do it,” he encouraged.

  I could hear that he was on the verge of coming, but wanted to wait for me.

  Always the nice guy.

  I rolled over and placed my fingers back at my entrance. I lifted my knees up and hunched forward to get deeper penetration.

  “Fuck…” he groaned and I slanted my head on the bed to look at him. He was stroking his dick up and down; pre-come flowed loosely. I sucked in my bottom lip, wishing I could taste it and swallow it whole.

  “How’s that feel, tell me what it feels like?” he ordered in a tone that made me even more wet.

  “It feels really fucking wet and so good. I wish it was your cock I was riding.”

  “You have no idea how bad I want to feel your pussy around me; more than anything. Are you pulsating? Squeezing your fingers so hard that you can barely move them because that’s what you do to mine. You would get so fucking tight. I can't even imagine how you’re going to fit my cock inside you. Your pussy is going to push me out, isn’t it, Bambi?”

  “Yes… yes… please keep talking. Don’t stop, I’m almost there.”

  He seductively smiled. I loved dirty talk as much as I loved sucking cock. I knew a lot of women wouldn’t understand that, but to literally be able to bring a man to his knees by the power of your mouth… yeah. Amazing.

  “You’re a dirty, little girl, aren’t you? You want me to whisper dirty things in your ear as I fuck you, huh? Tell you how fucking wet you feel and how much I love it when your pussy is throbbing on the tip of my dick… squeezing me so fucking tight; your needy little cunt won’t stop… it wants more.”

  “Oh, Devon, fuck yeah… yes…”

  “You want to be a good girl? You want to be my little good girl and come for me when I tell you to?”

  I was so close to coming apart; I could hear the slippery sound of my fingers rubbing against me.

  “Tell me what I want to hear… you know the word,” he tormented and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

  “Oh God… please… please…” I shamelessly begged, exactly how he wanted me to.

  “Fuck yourself hard and take your other hand and rub it back and forth on your bright, pink clit, that’s just waiting to be touched.”

  I did as I was told and moaned louder.

  “I’m going to come, I’m going to come…” I repeated over and over. “Devon… Devon… Devon…” I breathed out and he made this sound from deep in the back of his throat, which made me open my eyes. I watched with a hooded gaze as his dick exploded all over his stomach. It was the most erotic, passionate experience to come at the same time and we didn’t even touch each other.

  We both lay there, panting and breathing rapidly. I placed my hand over my heart to try to steady the beating.

  “That was random,” I announced, laughing.

  “Not exactly what I had in mind, but I’m not complaining.”

  “You know we’re doing this all backward.”

  “I like to break the rules, keeps things interesting.”

  “I see that.”

  “So what next?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “When do I get to see you again?”

  My eyebrows lowered and I bit at my cheek. “I go back to work tomorrow, Devon.”

  He was quiet for what seemed like hours and I waited for him to say something… anything; I was on pins and needles.

  “How often do you work?” he finally spoke.

  “I usually get a few days off a month.”

  “Wow, that much?”

  “No sleep for the wicked…” I teased to no avail.

  “When is your next day off?”

  “In a few weeks. It’s not like I get a schedule ahead of time,” I simply stated.

  “I understand.”

  “No, you don’t,” I argued. “I told you, Devon, this is what I do… and I love it. If we’re going to be frie—”

  “Goodnight, Bambi. We will talk soon,” he interrupted not wanting to hear anymore.

  I nodded. “Good night.”

  He hung up and it ended our call. I looked all around my room and for the first time since I started VIP, I wished someone were lying beside me.

  Not someone…

  Devon.

  Three weeks went by and he texted me good morning and good night every day. He always asked me if I made it home okay and wanted to make sure that I had the door locked. I kept insisting that I had security guards, but he insisted it didn’t matter. In the morning he wanted to know how I slept and if I was ready for the day. At first I thought he was doing it to be cute and a nice guy, but after the first week or so, I knew he did it because he was genuinely concerned that I was safe.

  I also subconsciously knew that he wanted to be the last thing I thought about when I went to sleep, and the first thing I thought about when I woke up. And it was working; he was consuming my thoughts. I started looking forward to waking up to his text messages, and laying my head on my pillow to his good nights. He always texted late enough that I was already home. I knew it was partially from him knowing that I would be home late, and the other part was from him working late as well.

  I missed him.

  I missed him, a lot.

  Our text messages sometimes turned into phone conversations t

hat would go late into the night. We would Skype occasionally and we usually talked about nothing in particular; even though he asked about everything. I hadn’t disclosed any more information about myself, since the night I told him about my father. I still didn’t know why I shared that with him, other than I wanted him to know a part of me.

  I thought he would run and maybe I did it as a test…

  He passed with flying colors, as always.

  It was late by the time I got home from being with a client. He was a partier and we had gone to an underground rave. I had taken some old school ecstasy, not this new shit called Molly; which was way different and didn’t last nearly as long. I was still zooming by the time I got back to my condo. It was near five in the morning, and I had yet to receive my nightly text message. I grew anxious. Nervous. I don’t know what came over me, but I took a shower, changed, and jumped into a cab.

  By the time I made it to his bar the last few people were walking out. I didn’t see him when I walked in, so I asked one of his bartenders where he was. He told me he was in the back, in his office. I knocked on his office door and heard him say, “Come in.”

  I opened the door and he didn’t look up from his paperwork.

  “You didn’t text me good night,” I blurted, the drugs making it easy for me to do so.

  His eyebrows rose before he glanced up at me, confused and stunned that I was standing in front of him.

  “I didn’t get a text message and I got worried.”

  He raised an eyebrow, questioning my appearance. “Are you fucked up?”

  I laughed.

  “Did you drive here?”

  Always the nice guy…

  “No, I took a cab.”

  “What are you on? And don’t say nothing… your eyes are so dilated I can barely see the blue.”

  I shrugged. “I was with a client and he wanted to have a good time, so I had a good time with him. Is that a problem?” I challenged. He was ruining my happy, euphoric state and this wasn’t what I wanted.

  “Why are you here?”

  “I missed you,” I sincerely stated.

  “Is that you or the drugs talking?”

  “Me… the drugs just help,” I simply said.

  He leaned back in his chair, placing his hand over his mouth and rubbing back and forth, examining me in a way I had never seen before.