Page 32 of Bad Seed
Reaching to kiss him, I expect to find his head tossed back but he’s staring down at me. And his eyes…
Even in the darkest shadows of the house, they glow with a purple fire.
A hand holds the back of my head, pressing me to his mouth. I gasp at the force of his kiss, his mouth taking mine, and his tongue displaying every dextrous move that could make a gymnast green with envy.He can take me on an end table in the hallway. I don’t care. I have to have him now!
The slick moans and hurried thrusts of our bodies echo off the walls and floors. It sounds like a hundred other couples all licking and sucking their way to paradise. All of them about to stop in order to watch us.
My ass falls and a chord of the damned bursts below me. I yelp and pull away just as Aubry’s fingers land on the keys beside me. “A piano?” I twist, finding a black baby grand under me. It’s the only thing in this room aside from the bench for the pianist. “You have a piano?”
Aubry nuzzles my neck and pries the wet dress off of my cleavage. “It came with the house,” he whispers. The heat of his palm wafts across my breast, chasing away the goosebumps and teasing me worse than before. As he tugs at my dress, he presses his hips closer.
Oh fuck, there’s no missingthat!
I can’t believe he’s already hard after fucking me before.
I can’t believethatwas inside of me.
With a whine, the piano bench skids across the floor. Aubry takes control, his hands on my thighs and breasts at the same time. He can’t make up his mind on what to hold and he starts to suck on my neck. I can feel the bruise starting that’ll raise so many questions tomorrow, but I don’t give a shit. I’d let him sink his fangs into me and drink my blood so long as I got to feel that tongue again.
Running my fingers through his hair, I chase for a distraction. “Can you play?”
His fingers fall from me to land on the keys.A melody?I smile, prepared to be wowed by the brooding billionaire in his mansion making tortured music at night.
A smile cracks Aubry’s stone face. “No,” he says and pulls my belt off. “Not a damn note.” Inching my hem up my thighs, Aubry lifts my dress, then me. My ass bounces on the keys, striking both white and black in the worst tune imaginable. But with each pathetic sound, he moans in tune.
The wet dress climbs up my stomach, then over my breasts and lands in a puddle on the floor. I barely realize my hair’s falling to my bare skin before he takes me. Palms run over my soft belly, dipping with the fold. Lips press to mine, hard and whispering prayers. I rake my fingers down his shirt, trying to pry it off.
Aubry reaches back for my bra. The middle hooks like to stick, requiring extra focus. Resting his forehead to mine, he gazes in my eyes with such a primal ache to tear me in half I bite my tongue…and rip off another button.
“You’re destroying my wardrobe,” Aubry whispers, his voice a knife in the dark.
I freeze. Fingers caress up my elbows and take the back of my hand. Pressing me to the last of his shirt, he chuckles. “I didn’t say to stop.”
Oh, how I want to tear it in half and throw it off of him. But I start to carefully undo each button, working my way down. Over his hard stomach, down past a trail of black hair, I hit his low-slung pants and reach a conundrum. I could pull the shirt out, finish the job.
Or…
…I take off his pants and suck him off.
Aubry running his hands through my hair, pleading my name as I trace my tongue up that purple vein…I barely reach the part of himfalling to his knees from me cupping his ballsbefore I’m running my hand down his bulge. Like a steel bar trapped inside a pair of nice linen and silk pants. My fingers curl, wanting to pry it off of his thigh to play with. His pants tumble off of his hips, exposing his Adonis belt to the soft blue light.
Black hair swirls around a tower of tan. I press my fingers to his bare shaft and his cock jumps. It tears through his falling pants, leaping tall and hard for another round.
“Whoa!” Aubry pulls me off of him, one hand on mine the other on the back of my waist. “Now don’t go spoiling the ending. Here.”
He steps back, keeping his cock out of my reach, but doesn’t tuck it away. My fingers clench, wanting to see how far around they can reach, and how high before I need my second hand. “Me first…” Aubry does the one thing that can tear me away from his cock.
His shirt falls off.
And my jaw plummets. Intellectually, I know he’s a big guy, a fit man, with all those man muscles they have. But seeing all of them there before me—glistening from his swim in the river, hard and ready for action—leaves me dizzy.
I can’t fuck him. He’s perfect and I’m…
I already fucked him.
So I’m going to again.
“Now you?” he says and catches my bra strap. The girls heave with great relief at being loosed upon the world. They hate that bra even if it makes them look amazing. I toss my head back, trying to arch them up, and I catch Aubry’s face.
