Page 10 of Dear Bad Boy Next Door
Our movements are awkward and frantic as we try to fumble our way inside her apartment without breaking our kiss. We spin awkwardly around, knocking into the end table near her couch and sending the lamp sitting on it to go crashing to the ground.
We break apart for a moment and then look back at one another. Neither one cares about the mess and needs nothing more than to feel every inch of the other. I shrug off my jacket and pull off my t-shirt. Lucy spreads her fingers wide against my pecs as she moves them down slowly over my abs.
I lean in and kiss her, craving the sweet taste of her lips. I run my hands down her sides, but she winces when my hand touches the tender skin where her new tattoo is.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
She shakes her head and pushes me down onto the couch. “Don’t worry about it.”
Lucy stands in front of me, and I watch as she slowly reaches down and lifts the hem of her dress over her head. My eyes travel up and down the delicate curves of her body. My cock reacts like it never has before. I'm pretty sure that it's going to tear apart the seams of my jeans if I don't pull it out.
I unbuckle my belt and tug down the zipper without ever taking my eyes off of Lucy. She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, the straps loosening and falling off her shoulders. I can barely contain my excitement, waiting for her to drop the lace fabric to the floor and letting me see what I've imagined a few times today alone.
I push down my jeans and boxer briefs, my hard cock springing to attention between us. Lucy hooks her thumbs into the lace sides of her panties and pulls them down.
“You’re gorgeous,” I breathe out, unable to believe that I’m lucky enough to be here with her.
She steps forward and straddles my lap. I reach around and grab her ass and pull her towards me. I can already feel that she's just as ready for me as I am for her. I flip her to the side so that she's lying down on the couch. I kiss my way slowly up her body, enjoying the way the anticipation makes her squirm.
I pause briefly and see through the plastic on her side to the tattoo. It’s an envelope with a purple heart on it like it's sealed, the envelope closed. I realize now why she didn't want to show me earlier. She thought I might think that it was only about me, and at the time, I may have. But after listening to her talk at dinner, I realize this tattoo symbolizes her stepping out of her comfort zone and out of the shadows that her family tries to push her into. I’m glad that she picked something that will always have meaning for her.
Finally, she can't take it anymore. She cups my face and pulls me up to her for a deep kiss. She reaches in between us and grips my throbbing cock, and strokes it up and down a few times.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she says, guiding me to her slick entrance.
I don’t dare resist her. The fit is tight as I push in just the tip. The sensation nearly has me coming too quickly like some inexperienced teenage boy. Lucy grips the back of my thighs and pulls to push me in quicker. I oblige until she makes a face like it’s too much for her.
"Are you okay?" I ask, kissing down her cheek to her neck.
“Yes,” she breathes out. “Give me just a moment to adjust.”
I wait for her to tell me when to move again.
After a moment, her grip tightens on my thighs again, and I push forward until I'm fully inside her. I pull out slowly and push back in again. Gradually increasing my momentum and allowing the friction between our bodies, easing some of the pleasurable ache building.
I find myself getting lost in the moment with her. She's someone I never knew I needed, and now that I know, I can't ever let her go.
Lucy's inner muscles tighten around me, and I realize she's getting close. I increase my rhythm, the pleasure building between us even higher. I’m ready to let go the moment she is. Lucy holds on to me like she never wants to let go. I wish I could find the words to tell her that she will never have to worry about it. I press my lips against hers and kiss her like she is the only way that I can get air until she screams her release. I let go too. We fall together, the orgasmic bliss of our bodies merged as one is searing and binding. I will never want anyone the way I want her.
7
LUCY
The morning light filtering in is not where it usually is in my room. I peek one eye open and realize I'm still on the sofa. The sound of Beck breathing next to me is slow and steady. I feel so safe with his arms wrapped around me tightly. I don't think I've ever slept so well.
Something in my brain scratches at the door of my sleepy consciousness. I feel like I’m forgetting something, but I can’t seem to think what it is. The harder I try to think of what it is, the harder it is to remember. It must not be too important if I can't recall it.
My eyelids start to get heavy again, and sleep is ready to overtake me again when suddenly I remember where I'm supposed to be—Margot’s engagement party brunch. I look at the clock on the wall and see that I only have an hour to get ready and get to my parent’s house if I don’t want to be late.
I move to try and sit up, but the cage of Beck's arms around yanks me back into place, and I fall off the side of the couch with a thump.
“Are you okay?” I hear Beck ask groggily.
I look up and see him leaning over the edge of the sofa and rubbing his eye with the heel of his hand.
“I’m late for Margot’s engagement party,” I say, pulling the blanket we were sharing and wrapping it around me.
“That’s today?” he asks.
