The Bad Boy of Bluebonnet

“You sure?”

  Her fingers tore at his jacket, dragging it off his shoulders. “Quit asking me if I’m sure. I’m an adult. I’m allowed to have irresponsible sex with a tattooed man.”

  “It’s responsible if we use condoms,” he told her, kissing her neck and steering her toward the closest doorway.

  “Then I’m definitely allowed to have responsible sex,” she said breathlessly. “Come on.” She grabbed the leather of his jacket and began to drag him across the hall, toward what he assumed was her room.

  “Sounds good to me.” He shrugged out of his jacket as she led him in, and tossed it on the floor as they moved together toward her bed.

  Emily’s room was the opposite of how he’d expected it to look. She was so conservative in her clothing that he’d expected a lot of beige and boring. This room was anything but. The walls were burgundy, the décor plush. There was a crazy octagonal theme to things – even her picture frames were octagons – and her bed was this massive circle with a big stuffed headboard.

  In short, it looked like a rather naughty boudoir.

  He liked that, a lot. And he especially liked the look of that big, decadent bed. “Now that’s going to be amazing to fuck in,” he said, eyeing it. “Hot damn.”

  “I wouldn’t know,” she told him, and kissed at the base of his neck, where his skin was exposed. “I bought it post-divorce.”

  “So we’re going to break it in together? Excellent.”

  She laughed. “I guess we are.”

  “Can I do the honors?” He asked her, pulling at the tie of her terry bathrobe. It wasn’t the sexiest thing – rather frumpy, actually – but it still made him hard. Just picturing her underneath the layers of clothing was making his dick like iron.

  Emily nodded and lifted her arms above her head to give him access to her clothing.

  He tugged at one side of the belt and the entire knot came loose. The front fell open, showing flannel pajamas underneath.

  She put her hands to her face and made an embarrassed noise. “God, this has to be the lamest seduction outfit ever.”

  “Well, it’s not like you were expecting company,” he said, and had her lower her arms so he could finish pulling it off. The robe fell to the ground in a pool of terry cloth, and he began to work on her pajamas. He undid the first button at the top of her top, revealing a bit more of her neck and some cleavage. Rather impressive cleavage, he had to admit. Emily hid a lot under her clothing. Jericho ran a finger down the bared skin. He felt a slight tremor move through her. “Shall I go on?”

  “Please do,” she murmured. “I’m not scared. At least, not of you. Of ghosts, yes,” she said wryly. “I’m just…a little sensitive. It’s been a while for me.”

  “Sensitive, huh? That sounds interesting.” Interesting, as in, his dick was fucking hard as a rock just thinking about that little shiver. He could see her nipples pebbling under her pajama top and wanted to take them into his mouth. Soon.

  She was watching him with wide eyes, her gaze on his face as he undid the next button.

  More cleavage came into view, offering him a tantalizing glimpse of what lay underneath. He brushed aside the fabric, revealing her breasts. They were soft and full, with plump rosy nipples at the tip of each. Not perky – they were too large for that – but delicious all the same. He savored the look of them as he continued to slowly undo the buttons on her top, noting that her breathing was increasing with anticipation. Hell, his was too, and his normally loose sleep pants were growing tight around the groin. If his dick grew any harder, it’d start poking her in the stomach.

  At last, the damn buttons were done. Emily hadn’t said a word as he worked on undressing her, just stood there, silent and utterly still. “You know,” he said as he brushed the fabric off her shoulders. “For someone that says they’re not scared, you’re sure quiet.”

  “Just thinking,” she said softly.

  Well now, any time a woman was thinking while a man undressed her wasn’t a good thing. “About?”

  A flush stained her cheeks. “If you’re tattooed or pierced anywhere that might surprise me.”

  So she was picturing him naked? Well, well, well. “Got some more tats but no surprising piercings. Don’t want anything that punches a hole getting near my junk.”

  She giggled, the sound surprisingly shy.

  “That disappoint you? That my dick doesn’t have as many ornaments as a Christmas tree?”

  “Of course not! I was just, you know, wondering.”

  “If I get one, you’ll be the first person I show, deal?”

  Emily laughed again. “Deal.”

  At least she no longer had that uncomfortable look on her face. Her eyes were dancing with merriment, the liveliness back in her expression.

  He wanted to keep that look there. So he kissed her again, pulling her against him until her bare breasts brushed against his shirt. And goddamn, he could feel her hard, tight little nipples through the fabric of his clothing, and it made him ache all the more. “God, you’re pretty.”

  She smiled up at him, her eyes closed, and pressed her breasts against his chest. “You feel nice. Real nice. Hard in all the right places.” Her hand slid along his shoulder.

  “I’ll show you all my hard places as soon as we get these pajama bottoms off of you,” he murmured.

  Emily grinned again and pulled one of his hands to the waist of her pants. “Let’s get to it, then, shall we?”

  That was all the incentive he needed. Both of his hands went to her flannel pajamas and he shoved them down her hips. She wore a pair of cute polka-dotted cotton panties underneath that clung to her curves just right. Nothing ultra-sexy, but clean and sweet and pretty…and still made him long to strip them off of her. Emily could probably wear nothing but a towel and he’d think she was a goddess.

  Her hands dragged over his chest, clawing at his shirt, and even as he pushed at her panties and lowered them down her hips, she found his nipples and flicked her fingertips over them through the material of his shirt. A jolt raced through his body at that.

  “Do you like to be touched here?” she asked, rubbing her fingers on those twin sensitive spots.

  “I like it anywhere you touch me.”

  “Mmm.” She slid a hand down his front and cupped his aching cock. “Good to hear.”

  He groaned and dragged her against him, pulling her toward the bed. Her clothes were around her knees. “That’s close enough.”

  Emily giggled as he picked her up and she twined her arms around his neck, kissing his jaw, his neck, anywhere she could reach. When he set her on the edge of the bed, she kicked her legs, sending the rest of her clothes skittering across the wooden floor. Then she was naked and soft and all his.

  “Are you going to get undressed?” She asked him, tilting her head a little. “Or am I the only one that gets to be naked?”

  “Hell no,” he said. “If my pants get any tighter, I’m going to start losing circulation.”

  She giggled again and put her hands on his belt, tugging him toward her. “Poor baby. Let me help with that.” Her fingers expertly worked on the tie to his sleep pants. With quick hands, she pushed the soft fabric down his hips and his briefs followed behind. She wiggled her eyebrows at him and stood up, tugging his shirt over his head in such a way that her breasts rubbed up and down his chest with her movements.

  He groaned at the feel of her skin against his. “Tease.”

  “It’s only a tease if there’s no prize at the end. If there is, it’s not teasing, just anticipation.”

  Damn, she was a sexy little flirt. He liked that. Jericho let the rest of his clothing drop to the floor with hers and kicked it aside. Then they were both naked, and her hungry gaze moved over him, her hands skating along the planes of his stomach, following his tattoos. “Wow.”

  “You like?”

  “I like,” she breathed, her fingers dancing across the tribal covering his shoulder. “This must have taken forever.”

 
“I’m a patient man. I like to take my time if I know the reward at the end is going to be worth it.” With that, he grabbed her by the hips and pushed her backward onto her big, circular bed. “Shall I show you?”

  She nodded, her eyes wide, and she looked damn sultry underneath him with her breasts shivering with her movements, her blonde hair curling around her head. His Emily was sensitive because she hadn’t had sex in a while, eh? He wondered just how sensitive she was.

  His hands went to her thighs and he pushed them apart, spreading them wide on the bed and pushing her knees forward until they almost hit her shoulders. He watched her face pinken a little at the vulnerable position, but she didn’t push him away.

  And damn, she was gorgeous like this. The lips of her sex were revealed to him, all plump and pink, surrounded by blonde curls darker than the ones on her head. Her pussy was perfect – slick with desire and waiting for his touch.

  Jericho took two fingers and brushed them down the wet seam of her, watching her reaction. Her entire body seemed to shiver in response, making those gorgeous breasts of hers shake. A low moan escaped her throat.

  “Sensitive?” He asked again.

  Her hands moved over her head and she clenched at the bedcovers. “God, yes.”

  “Want me to help you take the edge off?” He bent low, his fingers gliding back and forth in her slickness. Her hips rose with every touch of his fingers, and he moved his mouth to the apex of her hips, right above those sweet curls. “I can make you come hard and come fast.”

  She shuddered underneath him, writhing. “Please.”

  “You got a vibe or you want me to use my tongue?” He really wanted to use his tongue, but the thought of Emily squirming on the end of a vibrator had its own appeal.

  She shook her head. “No. My ex didn’t like it that I came harder with those than with him.”

  “Clearly he was doing something wrong then,” Jericho said, and slid his paired fingers deep inside her warmth.

  Emily groaned and nearly came off the bed, her hips rising to meet the thrust of his fingers. “Oh dear God. Your fingers!”

  Damn. She wasn’t sensitive, she was on fucking fire. He thrust his fingers deep again, and when she quivered around him, he pushed his face against her pussy, his tongue seeking her clit. He found it, poking out with need, and began to lick circles around it, tracing the hood with his tongue.

  Emily screamed.

  He looked up, startled, just in time to see her clap her hands over her mouth.

  “Sorry,” she whispered. “I think I just got a little carried away.”

  “Don’t apologize,” he said, bending over her pussy again. “I like hearing you scream. In fact, I’m going to see if I can do it again.” He pressed his mouth to her hot, wet skin again, and began to lick the lips of her pussy slowly, decadently.

  Above him, Emily gave a muffled groan, as if she was biting on her knuckles.

  He didn’t let up, didn’t even look up to see her reaction. He knew it based on how wet she was, the quivers of her thighs that rocked through her with every flick of tongue, the way she clenched around him every time he thrust his fingers. She was reacting, all right. But she wasn’t screaming, and he wanted that again. Who knew that sweet, demure, cookie-making Emily was such a demon in bed?

  Jericho thrust his fingers deep again and scissored them even as he began to suck hard on her clit. That elicited another small scream from her. Encouraged, he repeated the motion, and then began to increase his pace. Emily’s scream got louder, and by the time she came nearly a full minute later, she was clinging to his head and crying out his name at the top of her lungs.

  And damn, that was some seriously gratifying shit. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her as she came, her pussy clenching around his fingers with the ripples of her orgasm. She panted like she’d been running, clinging to his shoulders. “Oh. Sweet. Heavens.” She wheezed. “Damn. You’re good at that, Jericho. I think my walls just came tumbling down.”

  “That was the worst pun ever,” he told her. The worst, but fucking cute as hell. He moved up to kiss her, settling his aching cock against the cradle of her pussy in a sweet torment. She clung to his lips, moaning even as he kissed her, and her legs went around his waist. “That take the edge off a little?”

  “Think it made it worse,” she breathed. “I think I’m still coming.”

  “You are?” He slid a hand between them, past his fiercely aching cock, to brush against her clit again. He watched as she threw her head back and cried out, and he felt her shudder against him again. “You are seriously primed, Emily.”

  “Oh God, I am,” she said, clinging to him. “I think I just need you to fuck me, Jericho.”

  The way she said his name was incredibly sexy. Damn sexy. That, on top of her demanding that he fuck her? All his plans of a slow, thorough, hours-long sex session went out the window. He pressed another quick kiss to her mouth and detangled from her limbs, heading for his discarded jacket. He got out his condom and rolled it on his cock, and then returned to Emily, who accepted him with open arms and an eager mouth.

  “You’re so beautiful, Emily,” he whispered against her mouth, then captured her lips in a long, thorough, possessive kiss that told her exactly what he planned on doing to her. She whimpered under his mouth and her arms went around his neck, one of her bare feet rubbing along his thigh.

  “Fuck me, Jericho,” she murmured in the sexiest damn voice he’d ever heard.

  He didn’t need any more persuading. With a movement of his hips, he thrust deep, and then he was inside her tight, hot warmth. She screamed again, clawing at his back. This time, when she clenched, he felt it around his cock, not just his fingers. And she felt amazing.

  “Jericho,” she cried out, throwing her head back as he thrust again. “You’re killing me!”

  “Want…me…to stop?” He punctuated each word with a rough thrust.

  “Don’t stop,” she babbled. “Lord have mercy, don’t stop! I’m still coming!” Her fingers dug into his shoulders even harder, and she lifted her hips to meet his next push, and soon they were slamming together, and he was as rough with Emily as she was with him. Over and over he pumped into her, holding nothing back as she yelled out his name and quivered against him, and her pussy was so tight it felt like a vise around his cock. If she was having an orgasm, she was either having lots of small ones or one really big one that just kept on going.

  Either way, it was fucking amazing to watch. And it was causing him to lose his control, too. He pulled out of her when he got too close to blowing it,and she moaned in dismay. Instead, he patted her flank. “Flip over for me, sugar.”

  She made a soft, protesting noise, but turned over and got on her hands and knees. He immediately tugged at her hips, lifting them higher, and pushed into her again from behind.

  Emily moaned loudly, her head dropping to the blankets. Her hands fisted in them, as if she couldn’t handle all the pleasure.

  And damn, he loved seeing that. His hands splayed on her pale hips, admiring the smooth, unmarked flesh compared to his heavily tattooed, tanned skin. They were completely different kinds of people, but Emily was perfect for him in bed. He rocked his hips, and began a different rhythm of strokes, working her over. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the globes pressing against the bed sheets as he pumped into her, and she continued to moan and raise her hips for him, unable to get enough.

  Insatiable – that was Emily.

  She was incredible. With his hands on her pretty, round ass, he began to leisurely thrust into her again, their bodies moving in a rhythm that created delicious friction. As he fucked her, she continued to make small noises and clutch at the bed sheets, wild with need. He’d never fucked anyone who went so wild at his touch – and it was hell on his control. His thrusts got rougher, his movements faster, until he was pounding into her, Emily’s sweet pink ass jiggling from the force of his cock slamming into her, and still she cried out for more.

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bsp; When they finally came – together – he felt as wrung out as she looked. With one last fierce thrust into her, he rocked his hips and let loose even as she jerked and shivered underneath him, crying out his name. He’d never come so fucking hard. With a long, weary exhale, he finished coming and pulled off of her.

  She immediately collapsed in the bed. “I’m jelly,” she said softly. “You turned me into Jell-O.”

  He chuckled as he moved to a nearby garbage can and peeled off his full condom, then wrapped it in tissue and chucked it in the trash. “You put up a good fight.”

  “Mmmm. It was really good, wasn’t it?” Her voice went all dreamy. “Wow. Jericho, that was amazing.”

  “You weren’t so bad yourself,” he said, hesitating. Did he crawl back into bed with her? Or was Emily the type that just wanted him to go away after she’d been fucked? They didn’t have a relationship bond of any kind – not really. They were just two friendly strangers who decided to get their rocks off after having one date. And even that date hadn’t gone particularly well.

  Emily sat up in bed, looking over at him through a nest of well-fucked curls. “Are you leaving?”

  “Did you…want me to?”

  She shook her head and patted the bed next to her. “Can we cuddle?”

  “Do I look like a cuddler?” He asked, amused, but he climbed back into bed next to her.

  “As a matter of fact, you do,” she said, snuggling up against his chest when he got into bed. “Every time I see tattoos, I think, gosh, that man needs a cuddle.”

  He snorted. “Your definition of cuddle must be different than mine.”

  “Mmm. Maybe just parts of you need cuddling.” And incredibly, her hand went to his softening cock and she gave it an interested stroke. “I can think of one particular part.”

  He lay back on the tangled sheets, a bit surprised at Emily’s voraciousness. “Have mercy, woman. Give him a few minutes to recover.”

  She swung a leg over his hips and began to rock her pussy against him slowly, a mischievous look on her face. “How about I do all the work this time?”

  Turns out, Emily’s version of cuddling was rather different than his.