Page 9 of Obnoxious Bad Boy

“It’s… It’s not… edited,” I utter with a mix of shame and excitement, because if he’s still here, then he isn’t scared of the porny content nor the abuse of ellipses.

The way he inhales loudly, sniffing the top of my head tells me just as much as his stiffening dick. Am I… an object of lust? Is that possible?

“I wasn’t reading it for the punctuation,” he says and grabs my neck, bringing me against him. I stiffen with surprise, but he’s not choking me, just holding us very close, so my elongated body is aligned with his muscular bulk.

He’s promising me a rough fuck.

“I understand. I think,” I mutter, but all I can think of is him, not my novel.

Will I even be any good in bed? I need to show him I am worthy of his time, but since I’m not sure how, I press my ass against him, overwhelmed by the transformation triggered inside me by his touch. Kafka’s character might have turned into a beetle, but I’m becoming as horny as a rabbit in spring. I’ve never had sex, but the need to be under Vex is so primal I know that’s exactly what I want.

He turns me around again. I smell mint on his breath as he squeezes my jaw, but then our lips meet. I’m melting in the heat of his presence. The room spins around us like a kaleidoscope, but all I know is that he’s kissing me with the kind of passion I’ve so far only written about rather than experienced. He spreads my legs while licking my tongue with a low growl coming from deep in his chest. It’s like being accosted by a wild beast, but I don’t want to run from it.

I want to be consumed.

My hands are so greedy to touch him I don’t feel like I’m in control when I squeeze his pecs. Less than an hour ago, getting his number was the height of my dreams, so I can hardly believe sex is on the table. I want to touch him all over, I want to see his cock, I want him to grab me with those massive hands.

The kiss is so delicious I get dizzy again, but I’m secure in the chair. Deep down, I may be shy about the way my legs are spread for him, yet I kiss him back with all the eagerness in my heart. My hands drift up to his clean-shaven face and cup it as our tongues get to know each other. His scent envelops me like a cocoon, and I know I’ll never accept anyone kissing me with less passion than he is now. He isn’t the guy for me, and I know it, but who could resist this sexy bad boy?

He’s my guilty pleasure. A frothy coffee milkshake instead of an espresso. A whole day binge watching Love is Blind on Netflix instead of the Sundance Film Festival nominations.

I gasp when he pulls my legs around him, grabs my ass, and makes me fly up from the chair, carrying all of my weight without issue. But we’re still kissing, and I moan when his fingers rub the crack between my buttocks through my clothes. Not at all shy about his intentions, he carries me a few paces before flattening me against the wall.

There’s something primal about the way he pushes me at a cold, flat surface, ravaging my mouth, my neck, and my ear, and I couldn’t say no to him even if I wanted to. My body craves him too much.

“I saw you looking at me many times, but that story you were writing? It confirmed my suspicions,” he whispers before biting down on my shoulder.

I whimper, holding on tight as he teases my ass again. I’m putty in his hands. I always fashion myself to be someone in control of my emotions, someone guided by reason. Yet here I am, pretty much grinding against this tattooed monster of a man and ready to get undressed for him. To offer him my body.

“It’s just… a fantasy,” I manage to choke out, already rock-hard. I’ve never allowed myself physical intimacy with another guy, and I have to fight the instinct to hide my arousal.

“Sure it is. A fantasy of being bent over and hammered until you’re a panting mess,” Vex says before meeting my gaze from up close.

My dick is hard and ready at this point, and I can’t look away from his chiseled features. I half-expect to wake up from this fever dream to find myself sweaty and alone in my own bed. But his touch feels so real I don’t dare doubt that I’ve become the main character in a scorching hot story.

My toes curl, and I realize I lost one of my loafers in the whirlwind of being picked up, but the fallen shoe is forgotten when Vex grinds against me with the excitement of a bull about to charge.

“A-and… that’s something… you’d like?” I whisper, but I know the answer from his smirk before he even speaks.

He sees me for who I really am—a greedy, thirsty bottom in dire need of a good dicking.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll have trouble walking tomorrow.”

I nod, because at this point, I’m an animal in heat and I want him to do whatever he wants to me. I don’t care what will happen tomorrow or that I’m gonna have my first time with a guy for whom I’m just a hook-up. If he fucks as well as he kisses, he can objectify me all night long.

“Aren’t you a dirty boy?” Vex asks and gives my lips a teasing lick.

He steps away from the wall and carries me out of the room. Fear crawls up my back when I wonder if he wants to do it in the reception area, where someone could see us from the street, but he steps into a narrow stairwell and carries me to the second floor! I can hear the strain in his breathing, but he’s still capable of transporting all hundred and twenty pounds of me vertically, as if he’s some kind of superhuman.

“Maybe just a little.” I cling to him, kissing his tattooed neck as he brings us ever closer to that bed he mentioned. When I get a little taste of his skin on my greedy tongue, I’m pretty sure my dick’s leaking pre-cum from the sheer overwhelmingness of this moment.

Questions about his sexuality can wait, because all that matters now is that he wants me.

I am not a pleaser. If anything, I’ve been called abrasive and contentious. And yet when he called me a good boy earlier, something in me cracked. I can’t wait to go down on my knees and suck his cock until I’m breathless.

And while I’m terrified of making a fool of myself due to my lack of experience, I want to roast in the heat of his attention and keep smelling that wonderful, smoky cologne.

“I’ve had… a little crush on you.” I’ve never bared myself to anyone this much, and I haven’t even taken my pants off. I hug him and kiss the short hair on the side of his head, swallowed by a wave of nerves and affection. Which is ridiculous. I don’t know him. Until tonight, he was the obnoxious guy I badmouthed in front of my friends and jerked off to at night.