Naughty or nice, p.8
Naughty or Nice, page 8
“Why do you pretend like you hate me.”
“I do hate you,”
“You love to pretend to hate me, but we both know you love me really,” he winks.
“Get out.” I scream while flinging a towel in Beau’s direction, he merely slides out of the way, with a wicked smile on his face as he walks through the door closing it at the perfect moment, allowing the towel to skim across the door, falling to the ground.
He infuriated me, I’d love to wipe that smug smile off of his perfectly chiseled face, imagine having the balls to say what he just said to me, he was going to drive me crazy this weekend, it appeared I’d been letting him, but not no more, no, this couldn’t happen again, once was bad enough, but twice—what is it that they said? Once was a mistake, but twice was a choice.
Is that what I was doing?
Was I choosing to allow Beau free reign over my body?
Then if it was a choice, then I could easily choose not to allow it to happen again, choice? Such a simple word, but when he touched me my body came alive, with every light touch its like his fingers told a secret only my body knew how to decipher, with every dance of his fingers sang a song straight to my soul, like a hidden song, a mystery you’d try decipher, but knew you never would, maybe I just wouldn’t let him touch me, but everything about him drew me in, his voice, his scent, his touch, oh-my-god, his touch.
But I’d had him, twice now, the itch that I’d been wanting to scratch for years was well and truly scratched, but as I remember the fleeting moments we’ve had, the tingling between my thighs reminds me that any moment with Beau would never be enough, but I can’t go down this road with him, I can’t get too comfortable with him, not like this, I had to end it before I couldn’t, before I started dreaming of what life with Beau would be like, I had to put a stop to whatever the fuck this was, I’d just have to be strong and say goodbye to the magic wand between his legs, “do you hear that,” I look down between my legs,”no more magic stick,” god, I was actually crazy, not in a 'I’m so cute and kooky crazy,' the kind of crazy where you sit in a padded cell, I mean you had to be crazy if you were having conversations with your vagina, like it would even listen I think while rolling my eyes.
No, I had decided my vagina didn’t get a say, after all she wouldn’t care when it all fell apart, this was not up to the vagina, this was a choice I had to make, if nothing else, for my own sanity.
It was so much simpler when I’d hated Beau, before he’d touched me and opened up a world of feelings, yes, to go back to the days of hating Beau would have been so much more simpler, but the only person I was fooling there was myself, I mean Beau himself even knew I didn’t hate him, had he known the entire time, what was he doing all those years, humoring me?
I suppose it had been a fun little game, a game that had gone on for far too long, a game that even our friends were sick of seeing, there was only so long you could play a game of hate, at some point you’d have to be honest, if not with anyone else, at the very least yourself.
I suppose I could be more civil to Beau, after all he’d been inside of me on multiple times, I’m sure there was a friendship in there somewhere, but how do you be friends with someone who makes you tremble without even touching you, practice I’d guess, after all I’d practiced hating him and that had worked for five years—or had it? I just didn’t know anymore, the longer I spent with Beau, the more crazy I felt, I was doing things I wouldn’t normally do, saying things I wouldn’t normally say, I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but one things for sure, Beau made me crazy.
I mean here I was, in the bathroom after Beau had fucked me once again, arguing with myself about the situation I should never have allowed myself to be put in, no, I’d decided, I didn’t care what he said, I’d resist his charms—somehow, he’d had me, twice and there would not be a third time, I would go back to hating Beau, it was much simpler, I smile at my genius plan, this would work I tell myself, unsure if I was as confident as my head was telling me I was, but confident or not…
I wasn’t going to sleep with Beau Rivers ever again.
twelve
Dinner With The Kranks
How was I supposed act now?
I had done what I swore I’d never do—I had fucked Beau, how could I go back to work and look him in the eyes without seeing his body mashed against mine, without feeling the sheer pleasure his cock had given me when he had penetrated me, how could I listen to his voice without hearing that deep sexy growl in my ear, there were so many things I couldn’t do and all because I’d fucked Beau.
As I sat next to him at the dining table with my family awaiting the lavish meal that I’d have to get through and listen to the mind numbing idiotic conversation that would more than likely kill a few brain cells, suddenly I felt out of place, well, here, I always felt out of place, but next to Beau, I just didn’t know how to act, I was at a loss of what was customary behavior after you’d fucked your archenemy, how was you supposed to act, he was looking at me rather strangely, probably thought I was nuts, I was, why had I fucked Beau, it couldn’t end well, history told me that.
“Hey, are you okay?” He whispers.
“Fine.” I muster a side smile, but I know I’m not fooling him.
“How did you two meet?” My mother questions across the table, then suddenly all eyes are on us, Inwardly I groan, but why was I surprised, this was the first man I’d ever brought home and it wasn’t even the right one, it was the wrong boyfriend for Christmas that had turned up, he was a complete surprise, but nothing surprised me more than the fact that I’d already let him fuck me on the first day I’d gotten here, maybe it was always going to happen, the build up had been coming for a long time and while I’d pictured it repeatedly in my head, I’d never thought it would actually happen, be careful what you wish for—I guess.
“We work together.”
“Oh, we met long before then.” Beau smiles.
“Nobody wants to hear that.” I grit.
“We do, we do.” They all cry out in unison.
“See, they do.” He pats my nose with the tip of his finger, instantly I wrinkle my nose under his touch, his mouth comes down on mine, gasping into his mouth, he starts telling a long tale of how we met, for the most part his story is true, I don’t hear half of what he says because I’m trying to calm my breath from the intoxicating kiss he’s just placed upon my lips, I only know it must be good because they’re all gushing and hanging on his every word, he’s enchanted everyone in the room, well, everyone except Justin.
“It’s strange, Laney has never mentioned you.” Justin calls out.
“That is strange, but come to think of it, Laney has never mentioned you either, what’s your name again?” Beau at his finest, now I was just waiting for them to whip out their dicks at the dinner table to decide who’s dick was the biggest. I was just waiting for the dueling to start, swords at the ready gentlemen, god I was ridiculous, imagine, these two men fighting for my affections, it was almost laughable, considering I’d never end up with either of them.
They went back to their moronic conversations and I sat there in silence poking at my bloody lamb as I did every year, I mean honestly, who wanted to eat a bleeding carcass, think I’d rather throw up in my own mouth than stick that anywhere near my mouth, but as I look around the table they are all devouring it like it’s the tastiest morsel on earth, to me they just looked like a bunch of cannibals enjoying their sacrificed victim, I shake my head, I’d hoped that by bringing someone with me it would help fill the silence that now ensued, but the man I’d planned on bringing wasn’t here and I’d already fucked the surprise guest, this day had just gotten worse and worse as it went on, pushing back my chair I hear the scrape as it moves across the hardwood flooring, standing, all eyes are on me, I gulp, “I have a headache, may I be excused.” I divert my eyes towards my mother because she’s basically running the show, she just simply nods, as I turn Beau places his hand on mine, looking into his eyes, all I can see is worry across his face, “I’m fine, I’m just going to lie down, it’s been a long day.” I lie, he nods, making a move to get up, “No, you should stay, at least for dessert.” He smiles, “are you sure?” I’m not sure if his gentleman prose is an act or genuine, I merely just smile, “I insist.” I smile back at him as I turn and walk away before anyone else can stop me from leaving.
Closing the door behind me, I can finally breathe, collapsing against the dark oak door, I finally take a breath, closing my eyes, hoping I will be transported back home and this nightmare will be finally over, opening my eyes gently a big smile greets me, “didn’t like the food?” Mary asks, I don’t want to offend the poor woman but I can’t help the grimace I pull when she mentions the living dead sat on plates in the other room, “I just prefer my meat—.”
“Cooked.” We both say in unison.
“I can—.” I shake my head, “No, I’m fine, I’m actually really tired, I just want to lay down and go to sleep.”
“You know where I am if you change your mind.” Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her in, holding onto her, I finally find comfort in the arms of a woman that treated me more like a daughter than my own mother ever did, my mother always said hugs were for people who didn’t have a grasp on life, she was the only person I knew who could take a simple act of love and kindness and turn it into something hideous.
The walk to my room was a peaceful one, I wondered how Beau was getting on in the room of doom, but he’d stayed so it can’t have been that tragic, I’m sure Selena would have pounced at the chance to maul him the moment I’d left, he’d probably have his hands all over her, basking in the attention she’d be giving him, they were more suited than he and I was, shit, what was I saying? When did I turn into this jealous, needy pathetic woman? Why did I care what Beau did all of a sudden, had I not watched him flirt with girls repeatedly over the years, sure I’d been disgusted but I’d never given it a second thought, no, I didn’t care what Beau did, but that was a lie, I did care what he did, I cared even more now because of what we had done, he’d crawled under my skin within mere moments of me entering this room, he’d touched me in places I’d never been touched before, I knew he was going to ruin me the moment he touched my skin, but I’d let him because as much as I’d wanted to deny it to myself, I’d wanted him, I’d wanted him since that first day I’d laid eyes on him five years ago, and now that I’d had him, I wanted more of him, I was going down a road I swore I wouldn’t go down because when he rejected me as I knew he would, it was inevitable, he’d break me, something inside would break and I knew if it broke then I’d never be able to crawl back out into the light, he’d touched the dark places of my soul, every whisper, every growl, every teasing touch had crawled its way into my heart, within moments he’d completely enchanted me and ruined me for anyone else, I sigh as I let my dress fall to the ground, peeling the underwear from my skin I climb into bed, allowing the soft covers to wrap me into a peaceful embrace.
Before my eyes close I make a promise to myself, what happened with Beau will never happen again, there would be no repeat performance, it was a moment of weakness, a moment I didn’t plan on committing a second time.
It’s dark when my eyes flutter open, a tingling feeling rouses me from my peaceful slumber, making its way up my thighs, tingles shoot up and down my pussy, crying out from the pleasure that racks my body unable to move, I look down and Beau is between my legs, smiling, “Beau—.” I gasp.”shhhh princess, I’m going to make it all better.”
Was I dreaming? I had to be dreaming, after all hadn’t I already promised myself earlier before I’d shut my eyes that this wouldn’t happen again, that this couldn’t happen again, no, we needed some semblance of normality, what did normal look like with Beau? Where I pretended to hate him and he pretended to not know that he knew I didn’t hate him, it was like some tragic soap opera where you knew they’d get together but they danced around the issue for so long, you started to not care whether it happened or not, but it had happened, it had happened earlier and it appeared it was happening again, after all I wasn’t stopping him, even though I knew I should, each tantalizing lash of his tongue, each feather light touch from his fingertips were sending me into a frenzy, well why shouldn’t I enjoy it, after all when this weekend was over it would be back to normality and if this delicious man wanted to ravage me all weekend—well, I was going to let him.
His fingers dip into my tingling center, “Christ, you’re fucking wet already,” he breathes into my neck, “god, I love the way you respond to me little elf,” a self satisfying moan escapes my lips, “aah.” Once again I’m in Beau heaven. His hands crawl up my body, he’s not going deep this time, every touch, every movement is slow, this is not rushed, there’s no desperate frenzy, he’s taking his time and I can feel every light touch, his fingers burn a passion within my skin, holding my hips firmly he’s tilting my hips towards his, he slowly moves his thick cock within my dripping hole, this time there’s no pain, just pure pleasure, as my body instantly comes alive with the slow, steady erotic movements, my eyes start to flutter close, his hand comes under my chin, “oh no princess, I want you to look at me while I fuck you, embed a memory of this moment into your very fucking soul, each time you close your eyes, you’ll remember this moment, you and I, just like this.” A small gasp leaves my body, yes, I was right, Beau Rivers was going to fucking ruin me.
His body presses harder into mine, the urge to shut my eyes is strong, but the words he spoke are so much more stronger, staring into his crystalline blue eyes, as the moans gently escape my body, feeling him slowly thrust as his hips meet mine, his thick cock bouncing against my cervix, the pleasure rises, looking into his eyes as he completely claims my body with his, with each thrust I’m falling deeper and deeper over the edge, the way he stares right back sends a tingle into my heart, the warmth spreads each moment I look into his eyes, the pleasure falls from my lips like he’s entered my soul, with every thrust, every gasp, every deep gaze, I’m falling deeper and deeper into the vortex, filled with only Beau on my mind, he wanted to create a memory, he’d created a whole universe, one more thrust and I cry out sobs of pleasure, the tears fall gently down my face as I finally release and cover his cock with my cum, “you did so good princess, now you’re mine.” He whispers, like that was the plan all along.
thirteen
Sneaky Selena
I’m roused from my sleep by a knock on the door, it’s still dark out, Laney is still sleeping soundly beside me, just glancing at her my heart skips a beat, the rise and fall of her chest as she sleeps peacefully, my eyes roam across her creamy skin, god, she’s fucking perfect! Another knock, I groan, who would even be knocking on the door at this hour.
Begrudgingly I find my gray sweats and put them on as I quietly open the door, poking my head out, there is nobody there, was I hearing things, I’m about to close the door and slide back in-between Laney when I’m pulled into the landing, it’s dimly lit, but as I look in front of me, there she is stood, shit.
Her hand crawls down my stomach, grabbing hold of her arm, she pouts as she flutters her eyelashes at me, her long blonde hair cascades down her body, barely covering her exposed breasts, my eyes quickly glance and she’s stood there completely naked, closing the door behind me, she offers a smile, why the fuck was she smiling?
“My room is over there.” She whispers. I smile, oh what a tempting offer, she was offering me to go to her room in the middle of the night, this kind of shit didn’t really happen, I shake my head, just when I thought Laney’s family couldn’t get any worse, I stand corrected.
“That’s nice, you better get going then.”
“Are you coming?”
“No thanks, I already did that.”
“Come on, I’ve heard you in there, I’d like to sample you—.” Her fingernail trails across my chest, “myself.”
Was she serious? Was this some sick test, couldn’t be, Laney had spoke in length at her distaste for Selena, I mean she had some big balls, what if Laney had answered the door, what would her excuse have been then, but it appeared she’d been listening to everything that had happened between us, how fucking weird.
“Selena, I’ve tried telling you nicely—.”
“You can’t tell me you don’t want me.” She purrs while dragging my hand across her hair, exposing her voluptous chest, her hand oce more drags across my chest, instantly I remove it, I’ve never met a woman as thirsty as this and years ago when I was in Uni I’d have loved this kind of forward woman stood naked in front of me, but not now, I’d already found what I wanted and it wasn’t whatever this shit show was.
“Clearly you don’t take no for an answer—.”
“Men don’t usually say no.” I almost have to laugh at that comment, sure she was attractive, but there was nothing special about her, nothing that drew you in, I could point out hundreds of a carbon copy at the club, men didn’t say no because she acted like this, of course they’d jump at the chance to have one guilt free night with a girl who wanted no strings, but I wasn’t that man.
“Then this will be a first for you.”
“You’re really turning me down.” I nod, “If you’re worried about Laney—she stands on her toes leaning into my ear, “it can be our little secret.” She whispers.
Pushing her gently she rocks on the balls of her feet, “Selena, I’m sure one night with you would be like heaven, I’m sure you’d be a fun, dirty little secret, that’s all you’d be, there are millions of girls—just like you, worthless, not worth much, just a place to keep your cock warm for the night, I mean what kind of person would act this dick hungry that they’d try sleeping with their cousins boyfriend behind there back, that’s the difference between you and Laney, she has class and—well you don’t, so thanks for the offer, but I’m not interested.
