Bad Idea: Bad Boy Romantic Comedy (Dante Brothers Book 2) Page 8

  I hissed and curled my fingers overtop hers and squeezed tight, making her stroke me again. Her eyelids dropped to almost closed, so I could barely see her eyes as they inched up to mine.

  “Put it in you mouth, baby.”

  She shimmied forward on her knees, laid her elbows on my thighs, and opened her mouth nice and wide. I angled my hips up as she tipped her face down and took my dick into her mouth.

  Fuck.

  A wall of lust surged through me. She lowered her head again, taking me deeper with that hot sweet mouth, then she came back up again, her tongue pushing at me, and let me slide out. She went down again, her hand under mine tightening, and we stroked my dick together, following her mouth as she came back up.

  “Let’s do this faster,” I said hoarsely.

  “And harder,” she whispered.

  “Lots harder. I like your mouth.”

  Her body was shaking as she started working me, her head bobbing, her hand giving me long, hard pulls. I lifted my hips a little, trying to hold myself in check so I didn’t do what I wanted to do, which was pound into her mouth.

  “Make some noise, baby,” I ordered, my hand twisting in her hair. “I want to feel you hum.”

  Naked before me except for the garters and heels, she came a little closer, spread her hands over my thighs, opened her mouth a little wider, and next time she went down on me, I felt the back of her throat.

  So. Fucking. Good.

  I felt her throat work, then the hot pocket of her mouth hummed around me, a low reverberation that almost made me come. I wrenched my head back until it hit the chair. I wanted to take her harder, faster, fuck every part of her until she was screaming my name.

  “Breathe through your nose,” I said hoarsely, dragging my head down to watch her. “And take me deeper.”

  She whimpered and slid her mouth down me again.

  Sweet, fucking hot Cass, kneeling in front of me, panting and sucking my dick.

  I don’t think there’d ever been a better idea in the history of ideas.

  She started moving faster, her hair streaming all around her face and my legs, her hand fisting me, her breath a loud sound in the silent room. I dropped my arms over the side of the chair and let her go to town. I watched her over her shoulder, in the full-length closet mirror, her sweet ass resting on her red heels as she went down on me.

  Didn’t have long here.

  Her gaze drifted up my body, her mouth open wide, filled with me, and she stared into my eyes and sucked, little pressured pulls on my dick, releasing then sucking again, as she moved up the length of me.

  “Jesus.” I reached for her hair and tugged her away before I spilled in her mouth.

  She stared at me, heavy-lidded and confused as I got up.

  “What?” she whispered. “What’s wrong?”

  I rolled on a condom, swung the chair around so it sat flush with the bed, then sat back down and patted my thighs. “Come here.”

  “What’s happening?” she said, eyeing the set-up warily.

  I just looked at her.

  She swallowed. “Are we having a meeting?”

  “Yep, and you’re in trouble.” I reached down and put a hand on the small of her back and dragged her over. “Lay down over my knees.”

  Her lips, all swollen and red, parted. “This is scary,” she whispered.

  “And exciting?”

  She nodded. Her gaze was bright and hectic. “Yeah.”

  “The come the fuck here and let me show you one way to get to an eleven.”

  The breath jerked out of her, fast and short.

  I smiled. “Head spinning?”

  Her nod was shaky. “Very, extremely spinny.”

  “Good.” I patted my thighs. “Lay down, sweetness.”

  Breathing fast, she laid herself over my thighs, her chest on the bed, her feet on the floor. My dick was so hard it hurt. I wrapped my fist around it and gave a few fast strokes, knuckling my hand against her hip. She turned her head and watched me.

  I slid my open hand between her legs and came away with all her beautiful wetness. I pumped myself again, a few hard, swift tugs, getting my dick all wet from her.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered, staring at me. “Don’t stop.”

  I gave her bottom a little push, further onto my lap, so her ass was resting perfectly between my thighs. “You’re going to want to hold onto the bed,” I said.

  “Oh, Jesus, please, Trey—” she whispered.

  I brought my palm down hard on her ass.

  Her head flung back, her bottom came up, and her mouth opened around a hard-jerked scream.

  Fuck, I liked this woman.

  I did it again.

  Again her body jerked. “Good.”

  “Yeah. I know. Tell me again about the eight point five,” I said as I slid my fingers into her slippery pussy, right up to her clit. I rolled against it a few times—I was not being gentle now—until her painted toes were pushing on the floor, lifting her body up to give me access, then I took them away and gave her another hard, pussy-wet spank.

  “Oh…my…God.” She threw her head, spraying hair across the arch of her spine.

  “How many stars do I get for this?” I spanked again.

  Her body jerked and she whisper-gasped. “Ten.”

  “We’re going for eleven.” I smacked her again.

  Her ass was getting red. My head was almost spinning and my hand stung. Fuck. Her belly pressed into my thighs as she arched. Her hands dug into the sheets and balled them up.

  “Give it to me,” I ordered, and she pushed up again, her head and her ass. “Tell me how much you like it.”

  “I love it.” Her voice was broken, breathy and silver like a star breaking open.

  “I know you do. You’re a dirty girl, Cass. How dirty are you?”

  “As dirty as you want me.”

  “That’s what I thought.” I spanked her again, going down her thighs for a fast slap, then coming back up to her ass. I slid my fingers through her pussy, and skimmed them up into the slit of her ass cheeks. “How good is it?”

  “Good.”

  At least I think that’s what she said. It was pretty garbled.

  I was a goal-directed man, and we were halfway there.

  “Not good enough,” I growled beside her ear, and she moaned. “You won’t be able to talk when I’m done with you.”

  Her mouth was open, panting, her body constantly moving, spine arching, wanting more.

  “I wanted to keep fucking your mouth,” I told her, sliding two fingers into between her lips. She closed around them and my body surged at the feel of the sharp scrape of her teeth, the hot slide of her tongue. “Did you like doing that to me?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered around my fingers.

  “Still able to talk,” I observed sadly. “Spread your legs and show me how pretty you are,” I growled, bending to the side to stare at her pussy.

  She did, her toes bending and pressing into the floor, her pussy slippery slick and pink. I opened my hand and slapped it.

  She screamed.

  “Spread it for me,” I ordered, and she slid her arms back. Her body shook as she held her hands over her ass and pussy and spread herself wide.

  “You follow orders good, baby.” I stared at the slick pretty picture of her desire. “Maybe I’ll reward you.”

  “Please, please, please.” She was all broken desire now, at my command.

  Fuck I liked her.

  “I want to fuck your ass,” I said conversationally.

  She broke, her body shuddering on my thighs.

  “Can I do that?”

  Her head pressed to the bed and turned to the side. “Yes,” she whispered.

  My blood was slowing down, a hard, rhythmic beat. I slid my thumb, slick from her pussy, up to the tight pucker of her ass and pushed a little inside.

  Her head flung into the air, then fell back to the bed, her face pressed into the mattress, her body jerking.

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sp; I curled my fingers until I found her clit, and began stroking it, slow and easy, as I fucked her ass with my thumb.

  She was all silky, panting woman, her head arching up off the bed, one hand balled in the sheets, the other still holding herself open for me.

  “You like that, baby? You want it harder?”

  Her bottom rose up, lifting my hand, my thumb inside her.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” I rasped. My body was starting to pound. I stroked my thumb in, deeper, all the way to the knuckle, and she made an inarticulate sound.

  I pulled out and slapped her pussy straight on, flat-handed, and her body leapt off my legs as she sobbed in pleasure. Then, before she could recover, I pushed two fingers up into her sweet fucking tightness, opened them and spread her wide, working her with my fingers, hard and fast. Slowly I slid my thumb back into her ass, and I gave her slow, hard thrusts of thumb and fingers.

  She was bent over my body, her head hanging my by calves, hair trailing the ground, one hand still holding herself open for my perusal, her other holding onto the sheets, a fisted ball, as her body jerked again and again.

  I bent to her. “Coming, baby?”

  “Com…” Her words jerked off into a cry of broken pleasure.

  Now she couldn’t speak.

  I pushed her off my lap, right onto the bed, a little conveyor belt of sexed up woman, then flipped her over and shoved her legs apart with my knee. I propped myself over her body, my palms beside her face.

  Our eyes met.

  “I’m going to fuck your brains out,” I announced, a pretty stupid thing to say, because what else was I going to do?

  She was broken already, had come twice already. She was all heat and heavy-lidded desire. Mine.

  She hooked a wrist around my shoulder.

  “Ten,” she whispered, a hot pant. “Point. Five.”

  I laughed as I drew my hips back and sank into her.

  Sweet, hot, tight Cass.

  I threw my head back and gave a low roar. The lamp on the table beside us rattled. I rolled my hips and plunged in again, deeper.

  Her body froze, then jerked, and her head arched, pushing back into the pillows.

  “You feel so fucking good,” I growled into her shoulder.

  She planted her heels on the bed, lifting herself to me. “Nothing…ever…so…good.”

  “That’s what I said.” My words were as hoarse as hers now. I drove into the heat of her, again and again, holding nothing back. On every plunge, her body fisted tight around mine. Sinking in was gold satisfaction, pulling back for the next thrust was hard fucking pleasure. My balls were lifting, ready to spill.

  I felt her body clench around me. Her hips jerked up, her knees fell to the side, giving me everything. “Oh…please…Trey… me…you…we…”

  All good words right now. I was in Cass in every way right now. She was the center of my universe, and it was fucking awesome.

  I came like a freight train, so hard I went blind for a second.

  Our bodies kept hammering away at each other, me working her for every last drop of the orgasm that seemed to go on and on.

  I waited until she was barely breathing, until her arms dropped to the bed like they’d been thrown down, and only then did I stop moving inside her.

  I let my shaking arms bend, rolled off her and collapsed to the bed, keeping one arm around her to pull her with me. She rolled into my side and I held her close as we lay in a stunned silence, trying to catch our breaths.

  She whispered something in my ear. It tickled, and sent a shiver over my skin, hot from the effort of sweet-dirty fucking Cass. I slid my hand across her back and let it keep going down until it hit the mattress.

  “What’d you say?” I mumbled.

  Her hand rested on my cheek a second, then slid down to the bed between our bodies. Her knuckles were against my chest.

  “Thirteen,” she whispered.

  I smiled tiredly and closed my eyes. “’G’night baby.”

  She pressed forward and kissed my neck. “‘Night, babe.”

  14

  I MUST HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP FAST because I didn’t remember it happening. All I knew was at some point I woke in the darkness and lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the soft mattress beneath me and Cass’s curving body beside, feeling tired. Not exhausted-but-jesus-don’t-shut-your-eyes tired, just…tired. Normal tired. Like I could close my eyes and not worry about the nightmares tired.

  I wanted to hold it off a bit, enjoy it, so I shoved my hands behind my head and lay there, eyes half closed, staring at the ceiling, listening to Cass breathe, not even thinking about leaving.

  Last time I’d been with a woman had been quick and dirty, and I’d left right after. The woman hadn’t cared. Neither of us had cared.

  I hadn’t cared about anything for a long time. Caring was dangerous and stupid, because no matter who it was, they were going to leave in the end. They’d either up and walk away, or get shot, or die while you were dragging them to the helicopter waiting to extract your team, or maybe just eat a bullet they put in their own mouth.

  God, it pissed me off that the old man had done that. I wasn’t sad; I was red-hot furious.

  Who the fuck did he think he was, giving up like that, when so many others were fighting for every breath? Pussy. Coward. Trash dick.

  And so, once again, everything circled the drain, and I could feel the nightmares coming for me again.

  Cass’s breathing shifted. She pushed up on her elbows. Her eyes were tiny gleams in the pale light as she looked at me. “Mr. Dante?”

  “What?”

  “You okay?”

  “Why?”

  “Your body just went into rigor mortis,” she said, and squeezed my arm to prove it.

  I looked down at her fingers on my bicep.

  “Whatcha thinking about?” she asked softly.

  “Nothing.”

  “That’s a bad nothing.”

  Our eyes met. “War. My dad.”

  Propped on her elbows, she nodded. “So…everything instead of nothing.”

  I laughed a little. “But still bad.”

  “I remember your dad.”

  “Everyone did.”

  She nodded. “Earl Dante was a memorable man. I think I hated him. I remember the nights you’d come over—”

  She stopped short. I knew why. A lot of the nights I came to their parent-emptied house, I’d rolled in pissed off and ready for a fight, different parts of my face and body bruised by another schooling by Pop. They got worse as I got older, until I got stronger than him and I learned, reluctantly, to back off so I wouldn’t kill him.

  Then he did the deed himself. Asshole.

  “Maybe it was better not having a dad,” she said quietly.

  I tugged my hand out from under my head and skimmed it down her back. “I don’t remember your dad.”

  “No one does.” We smiled at each other, telling the polar opposite, exact same stories of our childhood. Her bio dad had left when she and Ben were young, just took off, never to be seen again. “But he surely was an ass,” she said.

  I stroked my hand up the curve of her body, hip to armpit. “Someone did something right. Look at you and Ben.”

  “That would be Ben. It sure as heck wasn’t mom.” Their angry, work-hardened mother, who’d never been around because she was working three jobs and doing drugs, fighting the good fight and practically destroying her kids. “Thank God Child Protective Services in our county was crap,” she reflected.

  I laughed and took another stroke along her body. She felt good. It felt good, not needing to hide anything from her.

  “The only reason I’m half normal is Ben, and him having to look out for me is the only reason he’s okay,” she said. “Although I did scare him the night I got this tattoo.” She turned her head and tapped her shoulder with her chin.

  I trailed my fingers over the colorful Celtic knot. The reds and greens were still bright thirteen years on, even
in the dim light of the room. “It looks good.”

  She smiled at me. “Thanks for taking me. And for keeping Ken’s stabbed eye off my back.”

  Sitting across from Cass that night had made her real to me. She’d always been Ben’s little sister, part of the mix but peripheral, hovering in the background like a hummingbird. But that night, her sweet sixteen to my about-to-squeak-out-of-high-school-and-get-the-fuck-out-of-dodge eighteen, she’d been a little flame of innocence and righteous fury.

  Sometimes downrange, when the sky was lit with tracer bullets, I remembered that night, Cass’s smile coming for me across the grubby tattoo parlor like a beam of light.

  “My pleasure,” was all I said.

  “It was hard for me, but I think it was harder for Ben. He stood like a sentry between me and the world.”

  She bent an arm and trailed her fingertips across my chest, tangling then in my hair. Her voice was quiet. “He took taking care of me very seriously. For a while I thought that’s all he’d do, look out for me. Never meet anyone, never give himself over that way. So even though Amber has money—”

  “Can’t really hold that against her,” I murmured.

  She laughed. “I love her because she made Ben start his own life.” She swallowed. “And what a life. I mean, he’s amazing. Look at where we came from, and now…now he’s got it all.”

  “He loves you.”

  Cass looked up quickly. “I know. We’re family forever. Him and me…and you. It was always us three.”

  “Against the world.”

  “And now we’re out in the world.”

  “Scary stuff.”

  She smiled a little, then turned to the side and rested her head on my shoulder. “Not so scary right now.”

  I knew what that meant.

  I didn’t think I had what that meant.

  She was quiet a second. “Where are you going when you leave here, Trey?”

  I looked up at the ceiling. “Destiny Falls. Finn’s there.”

  The mattress dipped as she shifted beside me. “I remember Finn. He was a couple years younger than us. He got in a lot of trouble.”

  I smiled. “Yeah, he did.”

  “Ben and I moved before he graduated. He went into the Army too, didn’t he?”