4 Bad Boys to take to Bed (4 Book Bundle Set!) (12 page)

“Straddle my face,” he instructed.

She moved up the length of his body, placing a knee on either side of his head, and lowering herself to his face. His arms curled around her thighs, holding her in place, and then he licked up one side of her folds and down the other. She cried out in pleasure.

“You taste good.” His words vibrated against her pussy lips, driving her insane. “Did my cock taste as good to you as your pussy does to me?”

“Yes.” She propped her hands against the roof of the car hoping to gain
some purchase, and it worked—until Nick’s tongue plunged inside of her and his mouth sucked on her clit. Losing balance, she fell forward and grasped the head rest on the back seat, putting her closer to Nick’s face. God, his licks were diabolical, his tongue torturous. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. Her legs were aching from being spread open so awkwardly, and her arms were shaking from trying to steady herself.

She shifted her weight and Nick’s grip tightened even more. He buried his face deeper, his tongue and lips working her clit, fucking her wet pussy, making her squirm with delight. “Nick,” she whimpered.

“I want to taste you come, Brooke. Let me have it, and then you can have my cock up here.” He shoved a finger inside of her. “Fucking you so hard you scream my name.”

Her eyes snapped open and she bore down on his face, grinding and rotating. He slipped his finger from her and released his hold on her thighs. She glanced over her shoulder
at the sound of his zipper. He had his hard dick in his hand, stroking it. That was such an erotic sight. She’d never watched a guy jerk off before, but she knew right away that she liked it.

Brooke closed her eyes again and let her head fall back to her shoulders. She blocked everything from her mind and just allowed herself to feel Nick, to feel the sensations racing through her body, to feel the orgasm building deep in her core, threatening to weaken her.

“Oh God, Nick, yes!” she shouted as an orgasm, so intense it caused her to see spots, crashed over her. She couldn’t stop gyrating on his face, panting, moaning, demanding more. It had been far too long since she’d had an orgasm, let alone one this strong. So what if she barely knew this guy? So what if it was their first date? She needed this, needed to be touched, fucked, to get off. No regrets, she reminded herself.

Nick squeezed her ass and gave her one final lick that caused a full body shiver to work through her. She trembled as he guided her down his body, positioning her over his cock. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first kissed you,” he said, nipping at her bottom lip.

His dick was so fucking hard he was ready to explode. Eating her pussy, tasting her sweet come on his tongue drove him mad. He needed to bury himself inside of her right that second or he was going to die. Wouldn’t that be a bust? To be found in his car, dead with a massive erection. Death by lack of sex. He chuckled.

Brooke pulled away. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. Come ‘ere.” He grabbed the back of her head and brought her lips to his, devouring them like a starving man at an all you can eat buffet. He’d never been so desperately hungry for a woman before. “Ride me,” he said.

“Do you have a condom?”

Shit. In his hasty need, he’d forgotten about protection. That was so not good. “Glove box,” he said.

She twisted around, popped open the glove box, and grabbed a condom. “Good Lord, Nick, how many condoms do you need?”

He laughed. “I like to be prepared.” Shaking her head, she ripped open the foil packet, and he reached up to take it.

“No. Let me.” Her eyes twinkled as she adjusted her body so that she could roll the condom down his length.

The second she touched him, his stomach clenched, and he jerked against her hand. “Shit,” he hissed. “Hurry up, Brooke, or I’m gonna come all over your hand.”

She smiled. “A little eager are we?”

“A little?” He laughed. “I’m fucking dying here, babe. Seriously.” Nick grabbed her hips, and positioned her over his cock. “Let me feel that hot pussy slide down on my cock.” Then he lifted his hips and shoved his dick inside of her. His eyes closed of his own volition, and a deep, raw, guttural moan escaped from the back of his throat.

“Nick,” she whimpered and pulled away from him as if he’d hurt her. That wasn’t his intention, but he did tend to lose control when he was this aroused.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. “Ride me, Brooke. Make it feel good.”

Slowly, she started to move on him, up and down, back and forth. With each move she made, she became bolder, her moves more determined. God, she was working his cock like a pro. He gritted
his teeth in an attempt to hold back his release. He’d fucked a lot of women, but he couldn’t remember a single one who felt as good as she did. So tight and wet. Her pussy fit his cock like a tailor-made glove.

Brooke put her hands flat on his chest and sat up on him,
his hands found her breasts, playing with her nipples. “Yeah,” she moaned, rotating her hips, “so good.”

“Fuck,” he grunted. His balls were heavy with the need to come, but there was no way in hell he was ready to let this end just yet. Nick grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, causing her clit to rub against his pelvis. She moaned again, causing his cock to swell inside of her. “Harder, Brooke.” He wanted her to just let go, to lose all of her inhibitions and make him scream.

She lifted her body, drawing away from his cock, and then drove herself back down on him with a scream of pleasurable pain. Then she did it again. And again.

“Harder.” She impaled herself down on him so hard the sounds of their bodies smacking together echoed around them. The car shook from the force of her thrusts. “Harder, Brooke. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Her gaze settled on his, and she brought her body back down over his, her hard nipples rubbing against his chest. She did something fantastic with her body so that she was fucking just the head of his cock, clenching around it with just the right amount of pressure. He swore he went cross eyed.

“Does this feel like I mean it?”

“Yeah, yes, holy fuck, Brooke.” He panted, his body tensed. She was relentless and there was no stopping it. “I’m gonna come.”

Brooke sat up again, sliding down fully on his cock, and he felt the first spurts of his come leave his body. “Touch me, Nick.” She took his hand and moved it toward her pussy. “Rub my clit. Make me come again.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Licking his finger, he placed it on her clit, rubbing and flicking it furiously. She tightened painfully around him. Her head was flung back, her eyes were closed, and her movements were out of control. She looked like a sex siren—beautiful, tempting, desirable. God, he couldn’t get enough of her.

“Nick!” she screamed.

She actually screamed his name! It was like music to his ears, and it was all he needed. His hips surged up, his cock buried deep in her pussy, and he came so hard the breath was knocked from his body. He clutched her hips, holding her down on him as she came, too.

“Brooke,” he said breathlessly. Holy shit that was the most intense orgasm he’d ever had.

A satisfied smile pulled at her lips, and then she sighed, exhausted, sated. Nick brought the seat back up, and when his body met hers, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. “Incredible,” he said against her lips. “So good.” He kissed her neck and collarbone. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

“Me
neither.” She laughed.

“Mmm . . .
So what do you want to do now?” If he had his way, he’d drive her straight to his dorm and spend all night fucking her, but he didn’t want to freak her out by asking her to essentially spend the night with him. She’d made it very clear she wasn’t looking for anything serious, and neither was he. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to have sex with her. Repeatedly.

“I thought you said something about a party.” She tilted her head to the side.

He continued to kiss her neck and nip at her earlobe. “If you think you’re up for it.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Nick shrugged. “Get dressed then. I’ll show you what it’s like to party with Nick Benson.” When he was done with her tonight, she’d never want to party with anyone else ever again.

***

Nick pulled up in front of Brooke’s dorm and put the car in park, but didn’t turn it off. He had no intentions of hanging around. That wasn’t his style. He would take a girl out, have some fun, show her how great he was in bed, and then they’d part ways. Occasionally he’d double dip and sleep with the same girl more than once—Brooke was definitely one of those times—but he didn’t date in the normal sense of the word.

“Tonight was a blast. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun.”

He leaned on the console, his face not too far from hers. Her face was flushed a gorgeous shade of red, a result of the copious amounts of alcohol she’d consumed. “Yeah?”

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and leaned closer to him. “Mmm hmm.”

The physical reaction she caused in him in that moment was overwhelming. His heart raced, his palms started to sweat, his cock thickened, and he wanted nothing more than to tear the clothes from her body and have his way with her. Again.

Nick slid his hand around the back of her neck and dragged her mouth to his, slanting his lips over hers, parting them with his tongue, and kissing her slowly at first then harder, deeper. God, he enjoyed kissing her. The way she swirled her tongue around his was so erotic, ratcheting his desire for her higher and higher.

“Do you want to come up to my room?”

He rested his forehead
on hers and groaned. It was a very tempting offer. “No, I can’t. I have to meet up with Kyle.”

“Okay.” She said that like it didn’t matter to her that he just turned her down for sex. He frowned. “Call me sometime if you want.” Brooke opened the door and got out. She didn’t bother to look back once.

He stared at her with disbelief. Well, he thought as he put the car in gear and pulled away, I’ll definitely be seeing her again soon.

Brooke approached Jessica, who was sitting beneath a large tree in one of the grassy knolls near the college library. “Oh, this is a nice spot,” Brooke said as she sat beside her friend.

“I know.” Jessica smiled. “I love the shade, and from here we can see everyone coming and going.”

“So, how was class?” Brooke stretched her legs out in front of her and looked up, closing her eyes and savoring the light breeze that brushed over her face.

“Ugh. Boring. I really don’t understand why I have to take statistics when I want to be a preschool teacher. I doubt a bunch of four year olds are going to care about quantitative versus qualitative variables, or whatever hell the professor was rambling about today.” Jessica laughed.

“I guess that means you weren’t really paying attention?”

“I tried. I really did,” Jessica whined.

Brooke laughed and shook her head. Jessica was in the top thirty of their high school
’s graduating class, which was amazing considering she rarely cracked open a book. She was just one of those people who had the natural gift of hearing something once, and then remembering it.

“Any word from lover boy yet?” Jessica asked.

“No.” Brooke sighed. “And his name is Nick.” Ever since Brooke told Jessica all about Nick and the date they had, Jessica had started referring to him as lover boy, which annoyed Brooke to no end. She didn’t know why. Maybe it was because the first thing Jessica said after she’d heard about the date was that Nick was one of those boys who liked to love ‘em and leave ‘em. Brooke didn’t want to admit that Jessica was right, but she was.

I
t had been four days since their date and Brooke hadn’t heard a thing from Nick. Honestly, she really hadn’t expected to, but she hoped he would’ve called. She had been tempted to call him, but she’d made such a big point about not wanting a relationship that she felt calling him would make it seem otherwise. So she was trying to be patient, hoping he’d call eventually.

“Well, it’s his loss,” Jessica said, interrupting her thoughts. “Besides, Dylan has been dropping some really heavy hints about asking you out.”

Brooke jerked her head toward Jessica. “What? Dylan? Really?” Dylan was a guy they’d met in one of their classes, and they’d hit it off right away, becoming instant friends. He was attractive, but he wasn’t really Brooke’s type. He was too clean, too good. She craved someone darker, more dangerous—someone like Nick Benson.

“Speak of the devil. Hey, Dylan,” Jessica called, waving him over.

“Jess,” he said with a nod, “and Brooke. How are you?” His smile was radiant and contagious.

“Hi, Dylan.” Brooke scooted over and made room for him to sit between her and Jessica. “How are you?”

“Better now,” he said, sitting down. Dylan nudged Brooke with his shoulder, something he did to try to be flirtatious.

Jessica leaned forward and looked at both of them. “Why don’t you two just get it over with already and go out?”

Brooke gave her friend a dirty look. “It’s not like that, Jess. We’re all just friends.” Her voice was tight. She hoped Jessica would get the point. And she probably did, but it wasn’t Jessica’s style to just let something like this go.

“It could be,” Dylan said.

“It could be what?” Brooke asked.

“It could be like that between us.” Dylan looked at her pointedly. “Why not let me take you out tonight? No pressure, I promise.”

Brooke sighed and broke away from Dylan’s gaze. This was exactly what she didn’t want to happen. Dylan was a great guy, but she was afraid if she went out with him tonight, he’d read more into it. She just wasn’t romantically interested in him.

“Well?” Jessica pressed.

That was another thing—Jessica was pushing, hard, to get Brooke to go out with Dylan. Jessica thought they’d make the perfect couple, that Dylan was so much better for her than Nick. And she was probably right, but that didn’t stop Brooke from wanting Nick.

“Like I said, Brooke, no pressure. Just two friends hanging out, having dinner, maybe seeing a movie,” Dylan said.

“Sounds boring if you ask me.”

Brooke’s eyes widened at the sound of his voice. “Nick?” Her heart raced. Where the hell had he come from? And why was he eavesdropping on her conversation?

Nick sat down on the other side of her, flung his arm around her shoulder, and planted a kiss on her cheek. A simple, friendly kiss that had her insides igniting into a fiery desire. Just being this close to him was arousing. The feel of his body near hers, of his arm around her, of his lips on her skin . . . She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. He’s ignored her the past four days and how he shows up thinking he can act like nothing happened? Brooke shrugged his arm off her.

“I thought maybe you’d died or been arrested or something,” she said.

Nick laughed. “Nah, just been busy. You know how it is.”

Brooke gritted her teeth. How could he be so nonchalant about his behavior? It irritated her, yet she hated to admit that she was intrigued by him. She wanted to spend more time with him, get to know him a little better, have sex with him again. Her face flushed at the memory of sucking his cock at the restaurant, and then fucking him in his car.

“So, Brooke,” Dylan said, dragging her attention from Nick. “Is it a date? We can do whatever you want.” He grinned in that playfully boyish way.

Brooke smiled back at him. Spending a quiet evening with Dylan didn’t sound so bad. And it would send the message loud and clear to Nick that she wasn’t sitting around waiting for him.

“Or you could hang with me tonight. I know of a killer party,” Nick whispered in her ear.

Shit. Why did Nick have to say that? Because the minute he had, her mind was made up. A party with Nick
was sure to be fun. But then again, spending an evening with Dylan could be fun, too. He knew how to make her laugh.

“Actually, I have plans with Jessica tonight,” Brooke finally said.

“You do?” Jessica asked. “Well shit. I made plans with Kyle.”

“Perfect!” Nick said, standing and looking at Jessica. “You and Kyle can go to the party with me and Brooke. Problem solved.” Then he reached down, grabbed Brooke’s hand, and pulled her to her feet.

“Nick.” She meant it to sound like a warning, but it came out more as a breathless whisper. Either way, it was too late. His lips were on hers before she could react, and moments later she was lost in his kiss, aware that Dylan was watching but oblivious to it at the same time.

“Wear something that’s easy to take off,” he said with a wink before he turned and walked away. Then he stopped, turned back, and pulled her to him for another long, hot kiss that left her dizzy and weak in the knees. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

Brooke stared after him as he walked away. Had she even told him yes? She was pretty sure she hadn’t. How could she tell him no now? Truth be told, she didn’t want to. She wanted to go to that party with him, and she wanted to have sex with him again.

“Well that was entertaining, if not totally awkward.” Jessica stood and brushed her hands on her jeans. “Now I have to get to class.”

“Me too,” Brooke said, slowly turning around. She was afraid to look at Dylan, at the sad look she knew she’d see in his eyes.

“I guess that’s my answer then.” Dylan stood, flung his backpack over his shoulder, and strode away.

“Brooke,” Jessica said with a tilt of her head toward Dylan. “You need to—”

“I know.” Brooke sighed and took off after him. “Dylan! Hey, wait up.” He stopped long enough for her to catch up. “Look, I’m sorry about that back there. Nick can be—”

“A total dickhead? Yeah, I know.” He adjusted the strap of his backpack. “Honestly, Brooke, what do you see in that guy? He’s an idiot.”

“He’s not an idiot,” she said defensively. “He’s nice to me, and he’s fun to hang out with.”

Dylan stepped close to her and his woodsy cologne swirled around her. She liked the smell of Dylan, that was one of the first things she’d noticed about him. He leaned down so that their lips were a breath’s width apart. “I can be fun, too, Brooke. You just have to give me a chance to show you.”

Brooke looked up into his big brown eyes. She felt like such a bitch. Why couldn’t she just fall for a guy like
him? He was sexy, smart, safe—that was exactly the problem. He was too safe, too predictable. He was the exact type of guy her parents would approve of. “Dylan, I’m—”

He cut her off by slanting his mouth over hers and kissing her
; slow, deep, erotic. Holy shit, she hadn’t expected that. Maybe he wasn’t boring after all. Maybe he really could surprise her. She let her eyes flutter close, and she leaned into him. He let his backpack fall to the ground with a thud, and then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight to his body. God, he knew how to kiss. She’d venture to say he was equally as good at it as Nick was.

“Give me one date, Brooke,” he said, nipping at her bottom lip. She felt like putty in his arms. “That’s all I’m asking for.”

“Okay,” she said before she could stop herself.

Dylan smiled against her lips, and then kissed her again. Or at least he tried, but he was literally ripped away from her.

“What the fuck, dude?” Nick shouted, getting in Dylan’s face. “You moving in on my date?”

Oh, this was just fucking perfect. Brooke looked back and forth between them. Memories of how Nick had brought that huge guy to his knees at the pizza
place filled her mind. Poor Dylan didn’t stand a chance. “Stop it!” she yelled, shoving her way between them.

Her back was to Dylan, and she was glaring at Nick. How dare he act like a jealou
s boyfriend? Dylan put his hands on her shoulders, leaned over, and kissed her neck. “I’ll call you later, Brooke.” Then he turned and walked away.

She sent up a silent thank you for Dylan not engaging Nick in a fight. “What the hell is the matter with you?”

“Me?” Nick pointed at himself like he was clueless. “You’re the one kissing another guy.”

“So what?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I thought I made it very clear that I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. I can do whatever the hell I want with who
mever I want. You have no say in it. Besides, you’ve been MIA for the past four days. How do I know you weren’t out fucking a bunch of other girls?”

Nick’s mouth twitched up into a smile. “Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are when you’re angry?”

“Don’t,” she said, pointing at him and taking a step back. That look in his eyes was the same one he’d had right before he’d convinced her to get him off at the restaurant.

“Al
right, okay.” He grinned and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Please tell me you’re not seriously considering going out with that guy.”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I am.”

“When?”

Brooke shrugged. “I don’t know. Why?”

Nick closed the distance between them, his hands landing on her hips, pulling her toward him. “Did you like kissing him?”

What kind of question was that? What was she supposed to say? The truth seemed harsh, but what would she get for lying to him? “Yes, actually I did. It was very nice.”

“Nice.” Nick lowered his head. “Did his kiss make you as wet as mine do?”

Brooke groaned. “Why are you doing this?” She found herself leaning closer and closer to him, wanting to feel his lips on hers again. “I said I’d go to the party with you tonight. Can’t you just leave Dylan out of this?”

“Uh-uh.” He flicked his tongue across her lips, and they parted for him. “I think getting him involved could be a lot of fun.” Then Nick straightened, winked, and walked away.

What the hell had just happened? And what did Nick mean by getting Dylan involved would be
a lot of fun? She worried that maybe Nick was planning to pick a fight with Dylan. Brooke dug out her cell phone from her pocket and texted Dylan. She felt the need to warn him, just in case.