Page 76 of You're so Bad

“You have a gift,” I say, the words turning into a moan as he cups my tits. “You can take my shirt off.”

“No,” he practically growls. “If someone comes down here, I don’t want them to see you. Tell me what happened next in your dream.” He leans in and kisses my neck and then grazes his teeth down it.

I swear before continuing, “We were out on my front porch, and you bent me over the railing—”

“I like where this dream’s going,” he murmurs against me.

“Do you have a condom, Leonard?”

He leans back to look at me, a corner of his mouth hitching up. “I’m a hopeful man. I’ve been carrying one around since I met you.”

“A delusional man then.”

“Not so delusional, it turns out.” He finds my nipple, and a happy sigh escapes me as he rolls it between his fingers. It’s the hand he punched Colt with for disrespecting me. I’m uncomfortably turned on, my panties wet from it.

He reaches for the button of my cutoffs.

“But you said—”

“That we’re keeping most of our clothes on. Not that I’m not going to fuck you. They won’t be able to see much of you beneath the waist, and we’ll hear them before they come out of the woods.”

I’m not so sure of that. I’m so attuned to him, I probably wouldn’t notice if the rest of the guests stampeded the gazebo. There’s a light breeze, and feeling it against my arms and legs is a reminder that we’re out here in the open.

“Keep talking, Tiger,” he says, pushing my jean shorts down. I step out of them, and he sucks in a breath when he sees my green lace thong. “You wear that for me?”

“That depends. Do you appreciate it?”

He cups my ass, then slaps it, the edges of fingers so close to where I need them—the slight pain radiating hotter need through me. “Oh, hell yes, I appreciate it. You’re going to keep that on while I sink into you. But first I want to hear about the rest of your dream.”

He shifts his hand to the front, toying with me, while his other hand dips back beneath my shirt to play with my nipple. It’s only fair that I get to play, too, so I push his shorts down and grab his thick cock around the base, pumping with my hand.

“You miss it?” he asks as he steps out of the shorts and his sandals.

“Yes,” I admit.

He grunts and says, “You were saying?”

“So you bent me over the railing—”

“Like this?” he asks, turning me and pinning me against one of the sides of the gazebo, my torso bent over the broad railing.

“Just like that,” I manage, my body so attuned to his hand on my back, the other palming my ass again. “And you started to fuck me like that while the neighbor watched us from her porch.”

He leans in close, his body layered over mine, and whispers into my ear, “I knew you were a dirty girl.”

Then he pulls away, and even though I know it’ll just be for a few seconds, I have to fight the impulse to tug him back.

“Can you step up onto the supports between the slats?” he says. “I need to reach that pretty pussy.”

I do, my heart pounding. I stand with my feet between the slats, my body bowed over the railing toward him.

I hear him take something out, then the ripping of a wrapper. My whole body is an ache. “She only rated us a two-point-five out of ten, Leonard,” I say. “She lifted up a placard and everything. It was an insult.”

“We can do better than that.” He leans over me again and kisses my neck, his hand reaching around and under the lace of my underwear, circling my clit. I can feel him behind me, hard and close. It’s the sweetest torture I’ve ever endured. “You’re so wet for me, Tiger. Does it turn you on to be out here with me like this? To be doing something bad with someone bad?”

He’snotbad. But I can’t say that now. I won’t say anything that might make him stop. It’s been so long since I’ve had anything but a silicone dick between my legs, and it wasneverlike this with Colter. Who am I kidding? It’s never been like this with any of the men I’ve slept with.

I can’t seem to help myself with Leonard. Right from the beginning, I couldn’t look away from him. Even in his raggedy old band shirts and ripped jeans, maybe especially in them, he looks like a hot fudge sundae I’d like to gorge myself on. I’ve tried fighting it, but I’m sick of fighting this, because it feels so good. So very good.

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