How to Misbehave (Short Story) (8 page)

Though he might need a two-minute break to jerk off in the bathroom if she kept talking dirty to him. The word
cock
on her lips got him so hard it hurt.

For now, he just stuck to kissing her and let her do what she wanted with her hands. Those tentative fingers grew bolder, stroking up his back, then stopping just above his ass because she wasn’t quite brave enough to touch him there yet.

He propped himself on one elbow and let her play, knowing she needed this. Needed time to get used to his body and to adjust to the idea of him inside her.

When she finally worked up the nerve to slip her hands down over his ass and tug him up harder against her thigh, Tony figured she was ready for a little more. Which was good, because he was dying to get his hands on her.

He let them go where they would, never lingering long anywhere. Just getting her used to it, letting her adjust to the idea that he could touch her wherever he wanted. That she belonged to him, at least for tonight.

She felt even better than she looked, which was saying something. She was all contrasts—long, lean limbs from running or working out or whatever she did to stay in such great shape, but soft belly, soft breasts, soft between her thighs and along her neck and between her legs.

And wet, too. She might be nervous, but she wanted him.

He let his fingers drift along her inner thigh, trace the shape of her pussy, tease at her clit. Her hips rose off the bed.

“Tell me what you like,” he said. “That’s how we get good at this.”

Then he started exploring again, this time with his mouth.

He kissed her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. He licked her nipple, sucked it, bit it gently, and then, when that made her rock up against him, bit it hard. Her hand slapped down on his shoulder, a reprimand she didn’t mean, because her slickness arched up into his thigh, and afterward she relaxed a little more.

Good to know. Someday, Amber might like it rougher. A little biting, some spanking …

But not with him. He shut down that line of thought.

He worked over her breasts with his mouth, his hands. Her little muffled moans and sighs told him she was getting lost in sensation. Not a bad thing, but he was going to need her help to get her all the way there. He liked sex, he paid attention, but he wasn’t Houdini. He didn’t have any magic way of guessing what was going to get her past her stage fright.

When his hand slipped between her thighs, she parted them, and he stroked his fingers over her folds.
So wet
. Her body was ready—it was only her mind that hesitated. And no wonder.
Jesus
. Her first experiments with sex sounded like a fucking nightmare. He was glad she’d told him, but holy crap.

He put his mouth on her stomach, enjoying the way she wiggled and squirmed, not yet quite sure what to do with the need chasing its way through her. His fingertip found her clit with a glancing touch, and she rose off the bed, ready for more. “Tony,” she said.

He loved the way she said his name.

He slid one finger inside her, then swept it over her clit, a firmer touch this time. She’d liked this before, and she seemed to like it even more now, judging by the way her breathing shallowed out. He added another finger and moved his mouth lower. Lower.

Amber finally figured out where he was going. She sat up, fast.

“You can’t do that.”

Tony pressed his fingers into her and his thumb against her clit, and her eyes just about rolled back into her head.

“Why not?”

“It’s not— I’m not—” She tossed her hands up, a helpless little gesture that said,
Rescue me
.

“Amber.” Another quick pulse over her clit, and another low moan. “I’m putting my mouth on you now. I’m going to taste and lick and suck you, and I might even bite, and you’re gonna tell me what you like and what you don’t like so we can get you where you want to go.”

“But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You don’t want to be … down there.”

He grinned. “I would hang out down here all fucking day if I could. I would move in down here. Buy a couch.”

She smiled, but the worry lines in her forehead didn’t go away.

“Lie down,” he said. “This is gonna be fun. I promise.”

She did what he said, but every muscle in her body told him she didn’t believe him, didn’t trust that this was a good idea.

So he took it slowly. He took it just as slowly as he could stand to take it, kissing and licking and nibbling and sucking, with slow thrusts of his fingers inside her. She didn’t talk, but he paid attention, and after a while she started to loosen up again. Her hands fisted in the sheets. Her eyes closed.

“Tony,” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“That feels good.”

“Good. Keep talking to me.”

He pressed his finger along the front wall of her channel, looking for her G-spot, and when she bucked about a foot off the bed, he figured he’d found it.

“That!” she said. “I like that.”

He worked her clit, worked that spot until she was straining off the mattress, tossing her head from side to side. Just fucking desperate to come.

But she didn’t, and he didn’t know how to push her over the edge.

“Tony,” she pleaded. “I need …”

“Tell me what you need.”

“I don’t
know
.”

“All right. We’ll figure it out.”

He left his fingers inside her and moved his mouth back to her nipple, sucking hard. “Oh my gosh,” she said.

“Oh my
God
. When you’re in bed with me, you say ‘Oh my God.’ ”

Amber smiled, radiant as an angel. “Oh my God, that feels
fucking
amazing.”

“That’s my girl. You tell me what to do.”

He put his mouth back on her breast, licking and teasing until she spoke up and said, “Harder.” When he sucked, she said, “Can you … Will you bite me again? Not too hard?”

So he nipped her, and she tossed her head back and moaned. “Holy shit. Why do I like that?”

“Don’t worry about the why. Get out of your head and focus on the way it feels.”

He found a rhythm, and she chased it with her hips.

“Tony, I want …”

“Tell me.”

“I want your mouth again.”

“You want me to go down on you.”

“I do.”

He was already moving in that direction, but he pushed her anyway. “Say it.”

“I want you to go down on me.”

“Good girl.”

This time she opened wide for him, and he flicked his tongue over her clit and worked her with his fingers until she was moaning his name, over and over. “Tony, I want to come.”

“I know you do, honey. What do you need?”

“I need you.”

“You’ve got me.”

“I need—I need you inside me.”

“You want my cock?”

“I want your cock.”

No man in the history of the world had ever gotten a condom on faster. He practically leapt off the bed to retrieve it from his pants and then tore the package open with his teeth, rolling the condom on at lightning speed. He was about to push into her when he caught the look in her eyes and stopped.

“Cudgel,” she said.

“Right. Baby, I promise, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know. I need you. I’m just scared.”

“We’ll go slow.”

He went as slow as he could bear, nudging his crown inside her on the first thrust and sinking deeper slowly, slowly, until he was shaking with it and she was rubbing her hands up and down his arms.

“Oh, wow. Tony. Wow.”

He sank deeper, gritting his teeth. “You like that?”

When he finally got all the way in, she was clamped so tight around him, he thought he might die from it.

“It’s incredible.”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“Huge.”

He laughed, collapsing on top of her so his face was buried in her wet, flowery-smelling hair. “You’re good for my ego, honey.”

She was smiling, too, beaming at him when he propped himself up on his elbows again. “It feels good. I mean … I want you to
do
something with it, but I like having you … inside me.”

“You love my giant cock.”

He said it as a joke, and she laughed and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck to pull his forehead right up against hers. She kissed him on the mouth, soft and sweet. “Yes. I love your giant cock.”

“Can I move now?”

“Please.”

So he rocked against her, and pleasure fanned over her face. He withdrew a few inches and thrust. She closed her eyes, inhaling through her nose.

On the third thrust, the iron bedstead banged into the wall, and Amber said, “Oh!”

“You want me to get the bed away from the wall?”

She shook her head. “Are you kidding me? Do that again.”

He did it again. Then again.
Bang
. Again.
Bang
.

After that, Tony kind of lost the thread.

She felt so fucking
good
. Tight and hot, crazy-wet, soft and welcoming and just … just so
real
. No fake fingernails or fake bravado or fake sighs to make him think he was doing anything to her that he wasn’t. Just her body, the smell of sex on her skin, the way she closed her eyes when he made her feel something new but then opened them again and focused on his face as though she didn’t want to miss anything.

He didn’t want to miss anything, either, and he wasn’t used to being this tuned in. He had no experience with a woman who watched him with wide eyes that seemed to see everything, to see right inside him.

Even as he reveled in the scary strangeness of it, part of him knew better.

He would pay for this.

But his hands smoothed her hair off her face, his mouth kissed her forehead and her eyelids, and he moved as deep as he could get inside her. He couldn’t stop himself from clinging to this scrap of sweetness, from thrusting deeper, harder, when she wrapped her legs around him and encouraged him with little moans and whimpers, saying his name in his ear, making him feel like the biggest fucking thing in the whole universe.

“Amber,” he said. Like an experiment, an acknowledgment that she was who he was with, the woman he wanted more than he wanted to be smart.

“Oh my
God
.”

“Amber.”

And then he had to kiss her again, because he wanted to say it a dozen more times.

“Holy shit, Tony.”

“You like it.”

“Don’t stop. Ever. I’ll kill you if you stop.”

“Can you come from this?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Yes. No. Don’t stop.”

Tony groaned. All the tension and heat gathered in his balls was pulling tighter. He couldn’t make this last much longer, couldn’t think about box office scores or whatever the fuck he was supposed to be thinking about to keep from coming because Amber was wrapped around him, and she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

He worked his hand between them. When he found her clit, she dug her nails into his arm so hard, he hissed. “Bad?”

“Good. Do that. Keep doing that.”

So he did, clumsy until he got the thrusts timed against the pulses of his finger, and she raked her nails up his back, the bed creaking hard now, the headboard pounding into the wall.

“I’m going to. Don’t you dare stop, I’m going to come.”

Tighter. Harder. Higher.

He bent his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, closed his teeth around it, and she clamped down so hard around him that he just about lost consciousness.

“Oh!”

She came like a firecracker, like a whole fucking chain of firecrackers exploding one after another, and there was no way on earth he could keep his shit together, so he let go, let it rush up and overtake him.

He had to close his eyes when he came. God only knew what he said or what noises he made, his hand gripping tight around the iron bar of the bedstead just to keep him grounded in some kind of reality. The pleasure lasted so long that it felt like pain, and she was with him the whole time, clutching his back, holding him close. Saying his name.

When he collapsed on top of her, he barely had the presence of mind to keep his weight braced on one arm, he was so wrung out. Both of them were panting, their breaths lengthening out as they started to come down again, to settle back into their bodies, heavy and limp.

He rested his cheek beside her ear. “How’d I do?”

She exhaled and flung her arms out on the bed. “Mother
fucker
,” she said.

He laughed. For a long time, he couldn’t stop. He laughed so hard his stomach hurt, and he made a mess with the condom on the bedspread, but she didn’t seem to care. She just kept smiling, and when he finally got himself under control, he kissed her.

Her phone rang, shrill and intrusive as a nosy parent.

Which was probably who was on the other end of the line.

“You gonna get that?”

Amber stretched. Every single cell in her body was singing with contentment. She didn’t ever want to get up, and she didn’t ever want Tony to move off her. “It’s my mom.”

“I thought you called her already.”

“I did, but she probably wants to rehash the whole storm now. She’s chatty.”

Cool air met her skin as Tony shifted to the side. “She doesn’t live downstairs, does she?”

“No, she lives above the office, right by the entrance.”

“Good. That means she was too far away to hear the bed slamming into the wall.”

Amber covered her eyes with her hand. She hadn’t actually noticed the bed hitting the wall on a conscious level, but now that he mentioned it, yes. That had happened. There was probably a dent in the drywall. A dent that her father or her brother would fix, in the normal course of things.

Lord
.

“I hope the downstairs tenant didn’t call her.”

Tony pitched his voice high. “ ‘Mrs. Clark, your daughter is having crazy ape sex upstairs.
Do something.
’ ”

Amber’s bark of laughter sounded too loud in the silent space between rings.

“Why isn’t your machine picking up?”

“Power’s out, doofus.” She shoved his shoulder, an excuse to get her hand back on the solid bulk of him.

She loved his shoulders and arms. They were even sexier now that she’d seen them braced over her, bearing his weight as he thrust inside her and—