Rough & Rugged (Notorious Devils Book 3) (7 page)

“Room,” he grunts as he bends down and wraps his hands around my ass, picking me up.

“Walk straight toward the hall, only door on the left,” I murmur, my eyes focused on his brown ones.

He doesn’t speak again as he carries me into my bedroom.

I’m thankful that I spent Sunday evening picking up and cleaning for the week so my room is clean. It looks far better than it did Saturday night, with clothes and shoes strung all over the place.

Johnny sets me down on my feet before he takes a step back from me and looks around the room. He smirks when his eyes land on my leopard print comforter with hot pink and black decorative pillows.

“You’re young,” he murmurs as his finger trails down from my temple to my lips.

“I’m an adult,” I say stubbornly.

“I’m not insulting you. I like it,” he grins.

“Are you some kind of perv who really likes little girls?” I ask, suddenly feeling uncomfortable about this situation.

Johnny’s hand slides to behind my head. He wraps it around the hair at the nape of my neck before he pulls my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes. He looks pensive, and seriously pissed off at my question. My belly quivers with nerves as I try to control my breathing.

“I like
you
, I like the way
you
look. I like your young looking, innocent face because it’s
yours
. I like the fact that you’re sweet and soft. Does it make me a sick fuck that I can’t wait to shatter that innocence?
Fuck, yeah
. Does it make me a pervert that I want to control you, to teach you?
Probably
. Do I want to fuck any other girl because she looks barely legal?
Fuck, no
. Just you, Hattie,” he murmurs before his lips
devour
mine.

I feel his teeth scrape my bottom lip before he bites down and gently nibbles it. Then he abandons my lips as he kisses down my neck to the exposed part of my chest. I’m completely covered in my work clothes, so he doesn’t get far.

His hands release my hair and he strips my cardigan down my arms before he pulls off my scarf. Then his fingers go to the button of my white shirt. I shiver when he quickly unbuttons the shirt and peels it down my arms to join the cardigan piled behind me. When one of his hands moves to my bra covered breast, I gasp as he wrenches the cup down and his lips wrap around my nipple, his mouth sucking me inside.

I throw my head back with a moan when I feel his tongue flick against my hardened bud. His other hand fumbles with the zipper at the back of my skirt. He moans when it falls to the ground, and then he grabs a handful of my lace covered ass.

“Johnny,” I breathe as I dig my fingernails into his shoulders.

“I’ll try to be gentle, Hattie, but I don’t know if I can,” he murmurs against my breast before he blows cool air against my nipple.

“Don’t be. Give me all of you,” I murmur shakily.

“I’ll hurt you,” he rasps as he places his forehead against my chest.

I can hear his heavy breathing, and I know he’s fighting with himself. I don’t want him to leave, I want him too badly. I’ve wanted him for far too long.

“Please,” I murmur as I move my fingers to run through his hair.

“Maybe it would be better if you just hated me,” he mutters before he wraps his hand around my shoulder and applies pressure to push me down to my knees.

Once Hattie is on her knees, she looks up at me with those big, fuckin’, green, doe eyes and I swear to god, all I want to do is ram my dick down her throat. She’s so fuckin’ beautiful. One small tit on display, her hair mussed up, her lips even fuller from my kiss, and her cheeks so flushed.

“Take your bra off,” I order, looking down on her.

She quickly obliges, and it makes my cock
rock-fucking-hard
. I waste no time stripping my own clothes off until I’m standing naked in front of her. I watch as she takes me in from head to toe. I’m skinnier than most of the guys in the club, never able to gain bulk no matter what I eat or how much I work out. Smoking probably doesn’t help.

“I’ve….
You’re big
,” she murmurs, staring at my cock.

“Thanks. Now open up,” I say, trying to fight a smile.

Smile
.

I don’t think I’ve ever smiled during sex before. But with Hattie, it’s easy. She’s sweet and cute as shit, and everything about her just seems
right
. She opens her mouth and I slowly slide my dick between her lips, careful not to shove it down her throat too far. I wrap my hand around the side of her neck and keep my eyes focused on hers.

“Open wide; relax, princess,” I murmur.

Hattie’s eyes widen a bit before she does as I ask and relaxes her jaw. I gently, slower than I ever have in my entire life, fuck her sweet warm mouth. I want to stay in here forever, with her warmth surrounding me while her pretty, big green eyes look at me, watch me, and beg for approval.

Once isn’t going to be enough, not now that I’ve had a piece of her. Just her mouth is enough to change me. I feel as though I’m suddenly seeing in bright as shit colors. Like the world has been dull until this exact moment, when she took me inside of her body.

I want to do so much with her, so fucking much, but I take it slow. I’ll teach her, I’ll train her to accept me. She’s not getting rid of me now. Not now that I’ve had a taste of her sweetness. I don’t know what the future holds, but right now, I know that I need more of her sweet mouth.

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck as I fuck her mouth a little faster, shallow thrusts going a little deeper each time. There’s no way she’ll be able to take all of me yet. When I feel my back and my nuts tingle, I know I’m close. I don’t come down her throat, neither do I come on her face, like I really want.

I decide I’ll come somewhere else.

I pull out of her warmth and pump my cock until I come on her little tits. I watch as streams of white cum coat her chest. She gasps in surprise, but I don’t let her even think about what’s happened.

I pick her up and throw her on the bed so that her legs are dangling over the side. Then I sink to my knees and bury my face in her sweet cunt, sucking her center into my mouth. Her panties are still covering her, but I don’t let them stop me from tonguing over where I know her clit lies beneath.

I listen to her gasp and it urges me on. I quickly rock back onto my feet and yank her panties off of her legs before I go back to her pussy—
uninhibited
. I let my nose graze her slit, and then I nuzzle her clit as I inhale her sweet cunt. With one swipe of my tongue, I’m fucking addicted.

I eat her like the starving man I am, and I wonder if any other man has been here before.

I suck her clit between my teeth and her fingers dive into my hair as she screams and arches closer to me.

I decide right then and there that I don’t care who’s been here before me—no other man will ever be here again.

I fuck her with my tongue as she grinds her sweet pussy against my face, and when her body freezes and my tongue floods with even more of her delicious taste, I know she’s come. I press my lips to her thigh and then her stomach, kissing all the way to the undersides of her breasts, where I stop and nibble at each one before I stand up and take a step back.

“That was… wow,” she breathes.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I murmur, holding my hand out for her. I watch her cheeks pink as she takes my hand.

We don’t say a word as I lead her into her tiny as fuck bathroom and start her bathtub/shower combo. I help her step into the shower and close the curtain, just looking down at her as the water falls around us.

I grab some of her girlie shit and lather it up, then I start to wash my cum from her tits. I’m almost sad to see it go. It looked so pretty as it started to dry.

“I’ve never done this before,” she murmurs softly.

“Done what?” I ask, not sure what she’s talking about. Showered with a man? Had someone go down on her? Give a blowjob?

“Any of it. Orgasmed, had a man in my apartment. I don’t know how to be,” she says timidly, looking down at her pink painted toenails.

“Well, get used to getting off, I won’t leave you hangin’ in that department. And get used to me being in your place,” I say with a shrug.

“I thought this was one time only?” she asks.

I slide my soapy hand between her thighs, caressing her pussy before I lean down and put my lips against her ear.

“If you think one taste of this sweet cunt was enough, you’re fuckin’ crazy.” I continue to slide my fingers along her slit before I speak again. “Besides, I haven’t even begun to ruin you yet, Hattie.”

“Okay,” she breathes.

We finish our shower and dry off before we head back to her room. I watch as she changes into a pair of short shorts and a tank top. No bra. I can’t help but stare at her perfect nipples, which poke through her top. I shake my head and decide I can’t fuck her tonight. She has to work tomorrow, and I’m fuckin’ beat to shit from the quick trip. I hardly slept at all.

“Are you hungry? I can make us something,” she asks sweetly.

“I could eat,” I admit as I put on my boxers and pull my jeans over my hips, zipping them but leaving the top button undone.

I watch as she smiles shyly before she turns and walks out of her bedroom. There are only a few steps to get to each room in the tiny apartment, but I follow her, wondering what she’s going to make and when I’ll be able to come back and fuck her all night.

M
y first orgasm.

It was so much better than I ever expected. Neither of my boyfriends could get me there, or maybe they just didn’t care. I tried a total of about ten times to do it myself, but just ended up crying and giving up each and
every
time. Now that I know what it feels like, I want another one, and
another
. I can seriously understand all of the hype. That felt awesome.

Now I’m standing in my kitchen after offering to make Johnny some dinner, and I feel self-conscious. He’s seen me naked and he’s had his mouth on me. What if he’s just being nice by staying? I’m too young for him, too immature. He needs a woman. Not a girl.

“What’s up?” he asks, walking up behind me.

“Huh?”

“You want me to order pizza or somethin’? You don’t have to cook, princess,” he murmurs against the side of my neck.

Princess
.

I love it. His nickname for me. Though I’m not any kind of princess, the fact that he sees me as one makes me feel kind of special. Like maybe the sweet name is a little peek into him, something that nobody sees. If he’s capable of an endearment, does that mean that he’s capable of more? I’d like to think so.

“I can make tacos, maybe enchiladas?” I ask, chewing on my bottom lip.

“Enchiladas? I haven’t had good Mexican food since I left Cali. I didn’t think you guys made that here,” he asks. I turn around and he’s smiling down on me.

“My mom’s from Southern California,” I shrug.

“Yeah, gorgeous, that would be good.”

“I don’t have any beer. I can’t buy it yet,” I burst out. He chuckles again as he leans against the counter.

I busy myself taking all of the ingredients out of my fridge and cupboard for enchiladas as he watches me.