Page 53 of Obnoxious Bad Boy

He leans in, and his warm tongue laps first over one, then over the second nipple as he wraps his arms around me with a soft hum. “You’re so warm and sweet. Mine to use however I like.”

My chest fills with butterflies and I’m overheating even thinking about him fucking me bare. I want it. I want to be so close with him. It gets me so impatient I reach down to unzip his pants.

“I am. I’m yours.”

Vex’s lips descend to my bared stomach, leaving soft kisses everywhere, and I slide off the bench, straight into his arms. He pulls at my top, taking it off me as we both lean close, eager for touch. He smells like sunshine on the beach, and I want to bask in his warmth as he squeezes my ass, revealing his intentions.

I kiss his cheek, his jaw, unable to get enough of him. I’m glad I didn’t experiment with random guys out of curiosity, because I have the real deal with him. When I reach for his hoodie, he pulls on my wrist, and before I know it, he flips me over, already rocking against my ass. I gasp, unable to say a word.

“My Lord, this ass,” he says, pushing down my pants right there, in the middle of the carriage, “shall be pounded very soon,” he says and slaps my buttock, grinding his growing erection against my butt.

A haze descends on my mind as I close my eyes, arching my back when he strokes my shoulder blades. So maybe doing this bare inside an antique carriage is especially naughty, but I cannot help myself around him.

I want everything.

He pushes me over the back of the carriage so my ass sticks up high in the air, my pants all the way around my ankles.

Vex runs his hot hands up my thighs all the way to my buttocks. “What a sight to behold,” he teases and I’m out of breath when he pinches my hip.

When the lights come on, my brain short circuits, and I freeze with my mind blank.

The carriage creaks when Vex pulls up my pants for me, but two cops enter, facing us with silly grins.

“At least that’s something new,” one of them says just before my knees soften and the world goes dark.

Chapter 15

Aaron

I will never live down the shame of this night. I’ve already fainted, cried, and almost thrown up. I’m still nauseated, but I share the cell with Vex, so I’m glad I didn’t have to suffer the indignity of puking as well.

I’m twitchy, my fingers tremble, and I’m about to cry again, but Vex has been silent ever since we got busted.

“What if I’m expelled for this?” I utter, nursing the bottle of water the cops gave me. Guess I was pathetic enough to get special treatment.

We’re on our own, since the cell next door’s empty, and he sighs, rubbing my back. Even his care doesn’t make this situation any more bearable. “They’re not gonna expel you. We didn’t steal anything, just had sex in a museum that was closed. It’s not... that bad,” he adds, as if he isn’t sure himself.

“We broke in.” I have to take a deep breath because my heart is rattling again. The bare walls of the cell seem to be closing in on us, as if to reinforce that my future is behind bars. Even the light here hurts my eyes.

Vex shrugs and shifts closer on the uncomfortable bench. “We did, but we didn’t wreck anything.”

Unless we managed to do some damage to the antique carriage where we decided to fuck in for no good reason. I’m such a dumbass. I can’t even begin to imagine what my parents will say when they find out.

“You did time. I can’t go to jail. Look at me!” I spread my arms. “I’m on the verge of vomiting from the stress of it all, and we’ve only been here for two hours.”

Vex swallows, his bright eyes moving as he thinks this through. “That’s okay, it was my idea. How could you know I didn’t actually have the key to the museum, right?”

“I’m not pushing you under the bus,” I say sharply, shocked that he’d suggest that. “It was your idea, but I was more than happy to go with it. It was actually… it was the best.” I entwine my fingers with his.

Vex’s mouth crooks into a smile and he tousles my hair. “Thank you, but it’s fine. I don’t want you to be in more trouble than necessary. My first arrest wasn’t glamorous either, so maybe I’ll be lucky again.”

“Was it… scary? In jail?” I ask, leaning against him. I can hear his heartbeat when I listen closely, but while I hate that we were busted, and that I don’t know what’s gonna happen next, it’s a huge comfort to have him by my side.

“It wasn’t... great, but I wasn’t there long, and I just avoided any confrontation. Didn’t meet people’s eyes, didn’t talk unless it was necessary. I was mostly bored. And the food was... oh, the most awful stuff you can imagine. It should hardly be called food.”

My imagination conjures a sloppy gray porridge with bits of sliced hot dog. I’m nauseated again.

“At least you’re big. They’d eat me for dinner.” I shake my head, dreading to even think about it. “Would they assign us together?”