Danger! Bad Boy

  Which of course earned him bra removal.

  I took it off, holding my arms over my breasts, glancing back at him with an innocent expression. “Want me to turn around again?”

  “Now,” he demanded forcefully.

  “No,” I pouted.

  The desire and lust in his eyes both thrilled and scared me. “That’s it. I’m touching what’s mine.” He reached around me to push my arms down and palm both of my breasts.

  “Caleb!” I gasped out then moaned when he flicked my nipples with his thumbs.

  “You like?” He whispered in my ear, licking along my neck.

  I managed to nod. Actually, I liked it a lot.

  When the song changed again, I resumed dancing and arching my back against him, but at a faster pace. With my back still against his chest and his hands still holding onto my breasts, I was feeling the music like never before.

  Caleb grabbed onto my hair to pull my head back. “Gianna,” he hissed in my ear, “You’re way too good at this. You haven’t done it for any guy before me, have you?”

  I shook my head. “Never. Swear.”

  “Good because you’re mine.” He reached down with one hand, sliding it into the front of my g-string. Two fingers entering me made me groan. The foreign feeling was far from unwelcome. “You’re so wet for me.”

  Caleb began fingering me, making me pant for more. “Oh god, Caleb, that feels so amazing.”

  “You want more?” He leaned back in his chair, grinding me against his crotch while pushing his fingers in and out of me slowly. The dancing was forgotten as pleasure took over.

  I felt like I was on the verge of something spectacular, but it wasn’t quite enough to throw me over the edge. “Caleb, more.”

  “Do you want me inside you?” Caleb whispered in my ear, gently biting my earlobe.

  “Yes.”

  “You have to beg for it, Gianna.”

  I didn’t even care about my pride anymore. “Please Caleb, please?”

  “Please what, Gianna?” Caleb was enjoying torturing me.

  “Please can I have you inside me?”

  I felt Caleb’s rumbling growl where my back met his chest. It turned me on more. He stood, picking me up in the process. “I have to have you right now.”

  Sounded like someone wanted it as badly as I did.

  He laid me down on the bed and started undressing himself. His shoes flew across the room, followed by his pants and shirt. Standing there in his black boxer briefs, staring down at me, was the guy who set me on fire at the same time he made me melt. “Jesus Christ, Gianna, I wanted to go slowly with you the first time, but I don’t think I can.”

  “Give it to me however you want, just hurry. I need you now, Caleb.”

  Hooking his thumbs in my panties, he slipped them off, licking his lips in the process. He spread my knees slowly while his gaze burned into mine. As his eyes moved from my face to between my legs, I could swear they began to glow in appreciation. Kneeling before the bed, he pulled me closer to the edge. I gasped in both surprise and arousal as his mouth descended. After one leisurely lick, he began devouring me.

  Holy Crap that felt great.

  “Caleb! Oh god, Caleb! Oh god!” Coherent thought had been discarded along with my panties.

  Caleb suddenly stood up to get rid of his boxer briefs, making me whimper in protest. I spied a tattoo low on his stomach, but didn’t have time to get a good look before he was moving over me, positioning his lower body between my legs. So, he did really have a tattoo down there.

  Caleb stroked my face, giving me a kiss so passionate it conveyed the extreme lust he felt for me. I attempted to answer his message with one of my own. When I opened my eyes, his face held a more tender emotion than before. Girly butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

  Any lingering doubts about giving my virginity to Caleb flew out the window and into the flashy Vegas night.

  Holding my gaze, he thrusted into me, stopping to hold himself still. I communicated the pain with a yelp and a death grip on his shoulders. He gently smoothed out the hair over my forehead. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. It’s better to get it over with fast. It’ll pass.”

  He was right, the pain was already fading, leaving behind a fullness.

  “What about a condom?” I reminded him.

  He sucked his bottom lip in, looking torn. “I wear a condom with every other girl, but not with you. I want to be able to feel you the first time.”

  My smile was shy, not knowing what to say to all that. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

  Caleb kissed me again, starting to slowly rock in and out of me. “Gianna,” he groaned, “you feel so damn good.” He his eyes were squeezed shut and the tortured ecstasy on his face made me hotter.

  With his forearms braced on either side of me, only his lower body weight was pressing down on me. I got up on my elbows to lift my mouth and suck on one of his pierced nipples. He groaned, using one hand to grip the back of my head while thrusting harder and faster.

  He let go of my head to rest his other forearm against the bed again. I fell back against the mattress. “Caleb, you feel so good inside me. We should’ve done this sooner. Like the day we met.”

  He let out a strangled laugh and smiled down at me. “Like that, huh?”

  “Love it.”

  “Then you’ll really love this,” he promised, then repositioned both of us so he was on his knees and a pillow was beneath me, lifting me up for him. His thrusts felt deeper now as he rubbed between my legs with his thumb. His other hand gripped my hip to keep me in place.

  It.

  Was.

  Incredible.

  A sensation was building low in my stomach before bursting into a climax that had my back arching and my brain scrambling.

  “Caleb, I love you,” I moaned, feeling more than I’d ever felt at one time in my life.

  The afterglow was accompanied by a feeling of relaxation and contentment which had me closing my eyes and resting my head to the side.

  When I opened my eyes and turned my head forward, I saw Caleb leaning over me with an intense look on his face. The fuzziness cleared as I realized what I’d just said.

  Caleb opened his mouth and hesitated before saying. “Gianna, I. . . .” He swallowed, with a panicked look in his eyes.

  Not wanting anything to ruin the moment, I cupped his cheek with my hand. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say it back.”

  I already knew his feelings ran deep for me. I could be patient and wait until he was ready to say the words.

  He was about to say something else, maybe something that should be left unsaid, so I leaned up and kissed him to shut him up. I didn’t want him to say anything we’d both regret. He was still hard inside me, which at least made me feel better. My declaration hadn’t been a turnoff for him. Caleb kept kissing me as he continued to make love to me. Minutes later, he groaned my name against my lips as he climaxed.

  His harsh breathing was warm against my neck where he rested his face. Popping his head up, he gave me a grin. “Yep, definitely the best.”

  Gianna gets a gold star.

  I smiled lazily at him. “For me, too.”

  He laughed arrogantly, probably proud he was my first. I was glad I had no one to compare him to. It made being with him all the more special.

  He pulled out and wrapped me in his arms, draping one leg over mine as he covered us with the bedding. “You better get some rest, Gianna, because I may be waking you up in the middle of the night for round two.”

  I dozed off, but woke up soon after when I felt him unwrap himself from around me. He came back a minute later with a wet washcloth. I opened my eyes to see him drawing back the blanket to gently clean up between my legs. Closing my eyes with a sigh, I fell into a deep sleep.

  CHAPTER THREE

  “Love is a friendship set to music.”

  -Joseph Campbell

  REWIND - CHAPTER TWO FROM CALEB’S PERSPECTIVE

  CALEB

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nbsp; Gianna and I left our hotel and took a taxi to the Palms Casino to check out club Rain. I’d been to Vegas a couple times, but never to this particular club. It was supposed to be pretty hot.

  Tonight would be interesting, given our little game of who would beg first. Stay strong, I told myself. I didn’t want to look like a freaking loser, begging my girlfriend for sex.

  Once we were in the club, we went to the bar first. I got a beer for myself and a Long Island Iced Tea for Gianna. Girls always loved that drink.

  I finished my beer and waited patiently while Gianna drank the last of her drink. It was time to see my girl shake it on the dance floor. I grabbed Gianna’s hand and led her through the thick crowd. I made sure to throw warning looks at any guys who checked her out. Guys always thought being at a club where girls wore skimpy clothing gave them a license to act like pervs.

  I was eager to finally have sex with her. My dry spell would be coming to an end tonight. Staking my claim was how I saw it. I’d try to be as romantic as I could about it. But like Gianna always pointed out, I was no expert at hearts and flowers. God, I didn’t want to mess this up. If I played my cards right, I’d have Gianna begging before, during and after. All of my manwhore experience would finally be put to good use.

  Damn, though, I was nervous about it being her first time. It almost always hurt the first time for virgins. One of the many reasons I’d sworn to steer clear of them. The bad experiences were legendary. I shuddered at the thought of Gianna’s first time being anything but pleasurable.

  The DJ changed the track to a hip hop song, giving Gianna the excuse to rub herself up on me. Not that I was complaining. Gianna’s hand brushed against my hardness and I couldn’t tell if she did it on purpose or not. I was horny as hell. Grabbing onto her hips, I pulled her body closer to mine.

  We danced for awhile before going back to the bar to get more drinks. Finding a spot by a railing, we managed to drink them without getting bumped into by people. The place had to be filled to maximum capacity.

  I was almost done with my beer when Gianna leaned over to shout in my ear, “Don’t get too drunk! I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you later tonight!”

  Not likely.

  I laughed at her comment and gave her the kind of look that let her know just how impossible it would be for her to take advantage of me. Images of all the ways I’d do her flashed through my mind. The expression on her face told me she’d read me loud and clear.

  Gianna finished her second drink and tugged on my hand to lead me to the dance floor. Someone sure enjoyed rubbing against my body. A Black Eyed Peas song was playing. The lyrics made me laugh. I had a feeling, too, down in my pants.

  I could tell the liquor was affecting Gianna because she was dancing even sexier than before. Her back was to me and she was rubbing her ass all over my crotch. I couldn’t see her face, but my eyes narrowed and I was suspicious she was teasing me on purpose. Trying to get a rise out of a certain part of me.

  I wrapped my arms around her chest from behind and pulled her in tight. Shouting in her ear over the music, I asked, “What are you doing, bad girl?”

  She turned her head to shout back at me, “Dancing!”

  I could hear the laughter in her voice. Two could play at that game. I was the master, after all. The poor girl didn’t stand a chance.

  The dance floor was packed, so I felt it was relatively safe to do a little teasing of my own. Her back was still to my chest when I reached down and slipped my hand underneath her dress. At first I simply touched her thighs and had to hold back my laughter at the look of shock she threw at me. My finger ran along the edge of her panties and she shivered. I gave her my most innocent look.

  She whipped around so she was facing me and grabbed onto me through my pants.

  Holy effing crap!

  Pull yourself together, Caleb. Not the first time a girl grabbed your junk.

  I decided to enjoy her boldness, letting her know from my expression how much I loved the attention. Besides, two could play at that game.

  My hands were now on the back of her thighs, so I slid them up to cup her butt cheeks. She was wearing a g-string. Nice. She squirmed a little, but kept a calm look on her face. Naïve girl thought she still had a chance at winning. Her naughty smile tempted me more than anything else.

  Gianna obviously forgot who she was messing with. Time to teach the little tease a lesson. I moved one hand between our bodies and rubbed her through her panties. Her eyes closed almost immediately and her head dropped against my chest.

  When she pulled her head back and met my gaze, I didn’t bother wiping the satisfied smile off my face. Her glare had me shaking with laughter.

  Lightly rubbing me with one finger, she put her lips to my ear and yelled, “I want to taste you!”

  I shuddered in anticipation at the thought, hornier than before. As she bit her lip, I glanced at her mouth, thinking of all the fun coming my way.

  Girl didn’t even want to try matching my skills at talking dirty. “I want to hear you beg for it with that sweet little mouth of yours.”

  She glared at me again but licked her lips. “You’ll be the one begging before the night is over!”

  I gave her a confident smile.

  She got a mischievous look on her face. “Hey, Caleb!”

  “Hey, Gianna!” I teased her.

  “Do you want a lap dance?” Her grin was triumphant.

  And just like that, she found my kryptonite.

  “You’re not playing fair!”

  She wrapped her arms snugly around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest. “I can make it real nice for you.” Dropping kisses, her lips ran from my neck to ear to further tempt me. “Your own personal stripper.”

  Liking her in my arms and loving how she thought, I squeezed her body tightly. Her giggle was adorable. She mistakenly assumed she finally had the upper hand. I pressed my lips against her ear. “You are so asking for it, princess.”

  “Promises, promises!” she said playfully.

  That’s it!

  Snatching her up off the ground, I quickly turned her towards the exit before setting her back down. Placing an arm around the back of her waist, I guided her off the dance floor and out of the club.

  Life was good when you were about to get laid.

  We left the hotel and I practically threw her into a cab. I asked the cab driver to take us to the nearest convenience store and pulled Gianna onto my lap. She laughed, still thinking she had the upper hand. She didn’t realize that all lessons taught tonight were going to be by me.

  “What’s so funny, Gianna?”

  “You are. I almost have you begging for it.” Her smug smile made me want to laugh.

  Instead, I nuzzled her neck. “The night isn’t over yet, sexy girl.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” she questioned suspiciously.

  “It means, when we get back to the hotel room, I’m going to have you begging me,” I told her, then added in a high-pitched girly voice, “Harder, Caleb! Please, Caleb, make me come again!”

  I couldn’t wait to hear her climax while moaning my name.

  “Lap dance,” she said in a taunting voice.

  “My mouth between your legs,” I said in a similar tone.

  Tilting her head to the side, she looked thoughtful. “Will I like that?”

  “You will when I do it.” I had the utmost confidence in my abilities. Depending on the girl, I didn’t always go down on her during sex. If a girl was a nasty slut, I had no interest in licking passed around snatch. Any other time, I usually enjoyed what was on offer.

  To show Gianna what was in store for her, I kissed her deeply.

  The cab driver coughed and I ignored his uptight ass. However, I didn’t want him getting any ideas about my girl. Another guy even thinking about her in a sexual way would piss me off big time. Gianna was a good girl.

  And all mine.

  We stopped at a gas station and I asked t
he driver to wait for us. As we went inside, Gianna asked, “What are we here for?”

  “Supplies,” I informed her. I grabbed a box of condoms and some alcohol. Beer for me and strawberry wine coolers for her. Hmm, strawberry kisses from Gianna.

  After waiting in line to pay, we got back into the cab and told the driver to take us back to our hotel. I pulled Gianna back onto my lap again. Right where she belonged. With all the people walking the strip, traffic was slow moving. I didn’t mind, the anticipation would make it all the sweeter.

  “Hey, Caleb?” Gianna asked, her graceful fingers in my hair.

  “Yes?”

  “How do you have so much money?” Her question caught me off guard.

  I ignored her question, but in typical girl fashion, she didn’t let it go. “Well, this whole trip is costing a lot of money. Where did you get it from? Did you work a summer job or something? I was just wondering why you always seem to have money.”

  Damn, how to answer? How about not at all? I turned the question on her. “Why do you always have money?”

  Her expression was both knowing and frustrated, but she answered anyway. “We’ve never talked about it, but my dad is a plastic surgeon in Houston. Besides paying child support to my mom each month, he deposits a hefty allowance into my bank account He knows how controlling my mom can be, so he wants me to have that freedom.”

  Plus, the guy probably felt guilty about leaving her with crazy Julie.

  “So you’re a daddy’s girl?” I teased her, figuring with such a pretty daughter, her dad couldn’t resist spoiling her.

  “Yes,” she admitted like she was proud of it. “My dad is always trying to get me to move with him to Houston. He wants Chance with him, also, but knows my mom has more free time to spend with him. I wouldn’t want to ever leave my friends in the crew, anyways.”

  “Why doesn’t he move here then?” I asked. No way did I want her moving to Houston.

  She looked at me as if I were crazy. “Would you? I mean, you’ve met my mom. He talked about moving back to Denver years ago after he finished his residency in Houston, but my I’m sure my mom’s psychotic behavior is what made him rethink it.”