Bad Girls Do It Better (Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) (19 page)

Christian   

The evening was turning out much differently than I had anticipated. What was initially turning out to be one of the best dates I’d ever been on had quickly deteriorated to one of the worst. The thing that sucked the most about it was the fact that it was by no doing of my own. Believe me, I’ve ruined plenty of dates on my own but none of them were any significant loss. Most of them consisted of me trying to get my dick wet and the girl deciding at the last minute not to go through with it. Those situations were easy to deal with. The girl just had to get the fuck out of my place and was replaced by a new woman within the hour. My night with Sarabelle had been different. This was the first date in a long time that I really wanted to work. Why I wanted it to work so bad was still a question in my own mind, but all I wanted was for things to go well with her. Originally, it would have been a major victory and stroke to my ego to get her into bed. Somewhere along the way, though, I started to feel a connection to her and that was some scary shit because there was only room in my heart for the three women already in my life. A woman capture Christian Wilde’s heart? Not in a million years, but something about Sarabelle enthralled me.

Feelings? What in the hell are those? I’ve never been one to catch feelings. On the rare occasion that I thought feelings may be starting to develop between me and someone else, I backed off quickly and brushed them to the side. There wasn’t time for feelings in my life. Whenever I met a woman, there were only three things for me to do: get in, get off, and get out. Did that piss off a lot of women? Yeah, it sure did. That wasn’t my problem. I was getting what I wanted and, at the time, what I wanted was the only thing that mattered.

Let’s be honest here. When it comes to women, I’ve always been a dick. The thing is, being a dick is nothing that I’ve ever been ashamed of. It’s just who I was and it was what almost everyone expected from me. Sarabelle was doing something to me. She was stirring up all these feelings inside of me that I had no clue existed. Suddenly, the thought of getting the good girl into my room and fucking her brains out was a complete afterthought. That’s not to say I still didn’t want to make that happen but there was more to it this time. This was the first time in as long as I can remember when I could honestly say I liked the girl I was pursuing. So much so that when we kissed, I got all of those warm and fuzzy feelings. I always thought those feelings were bullshit, but there I was, feeling every single one of them.

“I can’t believe I kissed Christian Wilde,” she whispered into my ear.

“I can’t believe I kissed Sarabelle Williams,” I replied.

I released her from my embrace and held her at arm’s length, staring into her eyes. She had a slight smile on her face but she was being cautious as well. I can’t say that I blamed her. I’d be wary of a guy like me too. Maybe she has found a side of me that no one knew existed, or maybe not. All I knew was that if I wanted to be with this girl, I was going to have to change my ways and change them quickly. As I stood in the middle of the park staring at her face, longing for another kiss from her, I noticed that she was shivering.

“You must be freezing,” I said. “Why don’t you come back my house with me and get out of the cold? I promise no more surprises are waiting for you up there.”

She thought about it for a minute before nodding in agreement. Even as cold as it was outside, I was still a bit surprised when she agreed to come back in with me. She had been through so much dumb shit with me that I doubted I’d ever see her inside my place again. The fact that she was coming back so quickly was a little bit of a shock to me. I figured she had already written me off.

I pulled her close to me and wrapped my arm around her the best I could as we started walking back to my house. The temperature had dropped significantly in the previous few hours and it was all I could to keep her warm.

The walk back to my house seemed to take forever. On an ordinary night where we would both have bundled up, it would have been easy to walk together and enjoy the winter sights and smells. I’ve always loved watching the skies turn gray before an intense winter storm or enjoying the scent of the cold air just before it snows. Maybe we would enjoy those things together at some point but that was not going to be the night. The only thing I wanted to do was get her back to my place and warm her up before she suffered from hypothermia.

Once we finally got back to my house, I had her sit down on the couch while I went into my room to grab the thickest, warmest, fuzziest blanket I could find. My sister was passed out face-down on my bed so she wouldn’t be bothering us anymore that evening. Once I found a warm, soft blanket, I went back into the living room and wrapped it tightly around her. Even with the blanket wrapped around her, she continued to shake so I tossed a few logs into the fireplace to start a fire. Even though I haven’t used the fireplace much, I’ve had the chimney cleaned every year and make sure to always have a half-cord of heavily seasoned wood stacked up and ready to use. Eventually, after several minutes of trying, I was able to get the fire started.

Even under the warm blanket in front of the fireplace, it looked like she was still freezing to death as she shivered relentlessly.

“Why don’t you bring your blanket and come down here on the floor. Sitting close to the fire should help warm you right up.”

I expected some resistance or, at the very least, a little hesitation. Instead, she wrapped the blanket around her tightly, got up off the couch and slid down onto the floor next to me. You could almost see her body thawing out as the orange flames flickered and popped. Slowly, I saw her body start to relax as she began to get more comfortable while the warmth took over her body.

As she sat in front of the fire, we looked into each other’s eyes but neither of us said a word. Typically, having someone staring at me without talking would make me uncomfortable but not with her. Eventually, she unwrapped the blanket from around her and leaned back onto her elbows. She turned her face toward the fire before leaning her head back, letting the warmth cover her cheeks.

I went into the kitchen to grab the wine I had poured for us earlier but all I found was two empty glasses. Apparently my sister had taken care of them for us. I poured us each a fresh glass and made my way back into the living room. As I handed Sarabelle her wine, she looked up at me and smiled. She looked stunning with her eyes sparkling and that cute little dimple showing up on her right cheek. I took a seat next to her on the floor and we talked about nothing in particular. We just hung out getting to know each other a little better.

While it felt like we had only been talking for minutes, the next time I looked at the clock, I realized that nearly two hours had passed. I was going to offer to take her home when she did something entirely unexpected. She leaned up, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

Holding her face, I kissed her back as our lips lingered on one anothers. My cock jerked and I wanted to grab a handful of her breasts or reach under her dress and slide her panties off but I didn’t. If she were any other girl, I would have but not with her. There was something special between us and I wasn’t about to ruin it by making a move much too early. I put those thoughts out of my mind the best I could and kissed her back even more passionately. She caught me off-guard when she leaned into my ear and started whispering to me.

“Christian, I want you. I want you right now.”

I know she can’t be serious. I don’t know if it was the wine talking or if she was beginning to develop feelings for me, but it caught me off guard. I wasn’t sure what to do. On one hand, I didn’t feel like she was truly ready to give herself to me. On the contrary, she is gorgeous and sexy. She’d be hard pressed to find a man who would say no to her once she announced that she wanted him. My conscious was getting the best of me. What was I supposed to do?

Sarabelle  

There was so much going on in my head. I was dealing with so many feelings that I’d never felt before. It would have been easy to get overwhelmed but somehow, that wasn’t happening to me. My mind was much clearer than it has ever been. I was in the moment but it wasn’t having any effect on me. I knew what I wanted and it was Christian. It didn’t matter that he was someone I never thought I would be with. The fact that I thought he was basically the scum of the earth just weeks prior no longer mattered because he was allowing me to see a side of himself that I’m pretty sure nobody has seen and if anyone had, it had been a while.

We continued to kiss for a very long time. With no sexual experience to speak of, kissing has always been what I’ve used to show affection. I was impressed by how good of a kisser Christian was. It made me want him that much more. Eventually, we had to come up for air so we broke away from each other and laid down on the floor. I rested my head on his shoulder and let out a happy sigh. He stretched his arm outward and cradled me.

“I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe we’re doing this together. I never dreamed in a million years that I’d be here with you.”

He kissed me on the top of my head and I could feel my heart melt. “I know what you mean. I can’t believe we’re laying here either. I just want you to know that I’m glad you’re here. I’ll be honest with you. When we first met, all I wanted to do was get you into bed and send you on your way. Something changed and I started developing feelings for you. Strong feelings. I’m glad things are working out this way. I feel like I need you in my life.”

“Really? How do I know you’re not feeding me more lines?”

“You don’t, but I’m not. I may have told many women lots of things to get them into my bed, but that’s not what I’m doing here. This is different. I don’t know how else to explain it but this is different.”

Those were exactly the words that I was hoping to hear. I leaned over to him and started to kiss all over his neck. I flicked his earlobe and started nibbling on it, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. Rising up to my knees, I made my way in front of him and straddled myself onto his lap. As I ran my hands along his shoulders and neck, I kissed him passionately, allowing my tongue to explore his mouth.

As we kissed, his hands began making their way across my body. Eventually, they found my breasts through my dress and he started to rub and squeeze them lightly as he returned my kiss. Since I was down on my knees, my dress was already slightly raised. He used his hands to push it the rest of the way up to my waist.

I moved my hands across his chest and down to his stomach before slipping them under his blue polo shirt. I loved the feeling of his muscles under my soft touch. Slowly, I pushed his shirt up, exposing the muscles I was just touching. He broke away from our kiss just long enough to pull his shirt up over his head and toss it to the other side of the room.

Craning my head to get a better view of his body, I leaned back for a second to allow the glow of the crackling fire to illuminate his defined abs. The sight of his body made me want him that much more.

“I want you to make love to me right here in front of the fire. Just take me. I want you,” I said and meant every single word.

A low, throaty growl escaped his lips as he began to push at the top of my dress, doing everything he could to get it over my head. I moved my hands down to help him, exposing my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra. There was no way to wear one and not have it hanging out of this tiny dress that belonged to my sister. Even though we were in front of the roaring fire, I was so turned on that my nipples were hard. Christian noticed them too so he leaned down and took my left nipple into his warm mouth. I gasped softly as he swirled his tongue all around it.

My nails traced his shoulders and all along the top of his back while his hands were busy moving away from my tits, making their way down my body and under my dress. Christian slipped his fingers into the sides of my panties, working them down. When he realized they weren’t coming off, he laid me down onto my back to finish sliding them off of me.

Christian fumbled slightly while he unbuttoned and unzipped his black dress slacks. With my dress still raised above my waist, he moved my legs apart and positioned himself between them. He could feel my wetness and sensed my sudden jumpiness.

“Christian, you need to know that I’ve never done this before. I’m a virgin. Just be easy, okay?”

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassured me. “You’re in total control right now, and if you need me to stop or slow down, let me know. I don’t want to do anything that you wouldn’t enjoy.”

Never breaking eye contact with me, he gently slipped the head of his erect cock into my tight virgin hole. I gasped at the sharp feeling and dug my fingernails into his shoulders. The pain was sudden but wasn’t unbearable and soon the pain subsided. I wrapped my arms around his neck and grabbed on as he pushed himself completely inside of me. I moaned out his name as he started to push himself slowly in and out of my hole.

The more comfortable I became, the better it began to feel and the more I started to relax. Before long, I was really getting into it. I moved my legs up and wrapped them around his hips as he started fucking me faster and harder. Our mouths found each other as we locked into another deep, passionate kiss. I clung to Christian as our moans escaped from our kisses.

Gripping his shoulders tightly, I started to thrust my hips up towards his. A few moments later, I had the first orgasm of my life, and I could feel my pussy start to tighten and clamp down onto his thick, rigid dick, which moved Christian right over the edge. He began to growl as he emptied himself inside of me. I could feel his warm seed shooting out in spurts. I laid my head back and savored the moment.

When his facial expression relaxed and his muscles stopped flexing, he opened his eyes and looked at me; we grinned at each other simultaneously.

“I know this might sound crazy,” he said, “but I’ve been waiting for a day like this for a long time. I’ve been waiting for a woman to come along that would make me feel like this.”

I could feel myself blushing as he stroked my face. He leaned down to kiss me again. He remained inside of me until his erection faded and he slipped out of me. Only then did he roll off of me and laid down beside me. He rested on his back and pulled me close to him. I cuddled up against his body and rested my head on his chest. The whole experience had been incredible. This man, who has an entire reputation of being a chauvinistic pig turned out to be the perfect gentleman. He took his time and was careful with me. Everything he did felt gentle. I smiled and snuggled myself into him until we both fell asleep.