Good Girl Gone Badd Page 10

  "Jesus, Eva. Gettin' kinda bold, huh?"

  "A little, maybe. Is that okay?"

  His expression was fierce, wild. "Fuck yeah. Be bold, Eva. Take what you want. From me, from life, from everyone. I don't mean run roughshod over everyone, but...it's okay to get what you want. To live your life your way, to take what you want for yourself, as long as you're not hurting others in the process." He inhaled sharply as I started caressing his thick length in a quickening rhythm, one hand sliding tip to base, faster and faster. "You, being bold, talking dirty, it turns me on, Eva."

  "Okay, then. Tell me, Baxter," I said, watching his face as I stroked him. "What would you imagine, if you masturbated while thinking about me?"

  "Your tits, obviously. I would think about getting you naked. Touching you like I did in your room." He gritted his teeth, sucked in a breath, tensed, and then kept speaking, clearly struggling to hold on, now. "I'd...shit. I'd think about you riding my cock. Fucking you. Making those sweet, lush titties of yours bounce all over the place. Watching you come all over my dick, screaming my name as I pounded into you."

  I felt myself clench, and quake, my thighs pressing together. My core throbbed. The image was so potent, so powerful. I could almost--almost--see it: Baxter beneath me, his body huge and brutally beautiful and so powerful, and I would have him inside me, and I would be riding him like--well, like a porn star. Fucking him; oh god...that thought, that dirty phrase just flitted through my head so easily, so naturally, and it felt so good to think it.

  "You want to...fuck me, Baxter?" I asked, and I didn't recognize the purr in my voice, the husky, aroused tone, the dirty words, even as I relished the knowledge that this was me, talking this way, doing these things.

  I had Baxter's cock in my hands and because of my touch he was moments from having an orgasm. And maybe, later, he would do more dirty, delightful things to me.

  He growled. "I swear to Christ, Evangeline, I've never wanted anything more in my entire goddamn life." He sucked in a breath, and his hips flexed, pivoting upward as I stroked him, tilting in time with my stroking hands. "Fuck, fuck, I'm close, Eva."

  "Do you think I will like it, when you fuck me?" I asked.

  He groaned deeply, through gritted teeth, and could only answer in gasps. "I'd...I'd make sure. I'd make you come so hard, so many times...and then...oh shit, shit--I think it would be the best...oh god, oh fuck--I think I might be creating a monster." His eyes flicked open, pierced mine. "I think you've got a wild side, Eva."

  "What if I do?"

  "Let it out, baby. Let that beast out to play." His fingers dug into his thighs, dimpling the muscle until his knuckles went white.

  I used both hands, now. One on top of the other, sliding up and down in unison, and the faster I stroked him, the more violently his hips tilted.

  "Fuck," he snarled, low, under his breath, eyes squeezing shut. "Gonna come in a second, Eva."

  I breathed out shakily. "Good. Don't hold back, Baxter. Don't ever hold back with me."

  "No?" He opened his eyes and stared at me. "Touch my sac. Gently. Just...play with 'em a little. It'll--oh...awww shit--it'll feel good for me. I'm so close now. You can jerk me hard, now. Harder, faster."

  I slid one hand down to his testicles, and cupped them ever so gently. And they were so soft, so heavy. Exactly how they'd looked. I massaged a little, marveling at the feel of them. My other hand, around his cock...I did what he'd said. Moved my touch harder, faster. Top to bottom as fast as my hand would move, letting my fist slide loosely around him. He was bridged off the toilet, shoulders and neck braced against the wall, feet on the tub, buttocks clenched, hips thrusting.

  So hot. So erotic. I was throbbing and tingling all over. My breasts ached, and my core was...I felt...damp, down there. So aroused. Watching him like this, it was...better than any fantasy, more erotic than any stupid, fake porn I'd ever watched. Because it was me doing it. Me making him like this.

  He groaned again, and his butt slapped down on the lid and then he flexed so his erection speared through my sliding, jerking fist. "Now, Eva." His eyes flew open and met mine, and he looked down at my hand, around him. "Watch."

  I watched. Oh, I was watching. There was no way I'd miss a single second of this.

  "Slow, now." Baxter's hand touched mine, briefly, slowing my touching. "Slow and gentle, and don't stop."

  I wanted to say something hot, say something dirty. Shock him--shock myself. "Come now, Baxter. I want to watch you come."

  "Ohhhh--FUCK!" He grunted the last word.

  I was stroking his erection like I had at the beginning, softly, slowly, just one hand. He was tensed, bridged upward, pivoting into my touch. My other hand, my left hand, was cupping his balls, massaging them, and I felt them tense, twitch. His whole erection throbbed in my hand, and he went still, hissing through clenched teeth as if barely able to restrain an animal, leonine roar.

  And then he came.

  A thick white stream squirted out of him and splattered in a stripe up his belly, over his navel nearly to his diaphragm, a violent release. Immediately, as I kept stroking him, unable to keep myself from speeding up my touch in excitement, he spurted again, and again, more and more of his semen pooling on his belly, some of it dripping hot and wet and sticky over my knuckles. He groaned, and I kept touching him, and he throbbed in my hand.

  I watched, enraptured, as he kept coming, and then finally relaxed, collapsing abruptly, gasping.

  "Ho...ly...SHIT," he gasped, breathless. "That was fuckin' intense as fuck."

  I delicately and somewhat reluctantly set his penis down against his body, away from the mess. "I don't know what that means, when you say things like that."

  "It means..." He seemed to have to force his eyes open. "It means, and I swear I'm not exaggerating, that that was the best orgasm of my life."

  I felt pride and happiness and an erotic self-satisfied thrill shoot through me. "Really? Don't lie to me."

  "I'll never lie to you, Eva." His gaze was fierce and genuine and open. "You touching me? Fuckin'...the hottest thing ever."

  "It was hot for me too," I admitted.

  "Yeah?" he asked, grinning widely.

  "Yeah." I grinned back. "That was the most erotic thing I've ever experienced, too."

  "There's more where that came from," he said, heat and promise rife in his voice.

  I glanced at the mess, the viscous white pool of his come on his belly. "There is? When?"

  He chuckled. "I mean erotic experiences, actually, not just my come."

  "Yeah, well...I want more erotic experiences, especially if they feature your come."

  He met my gaze, grinning mischievously now. "Taste it," he said.

  I felt my heart stop. "What?"

  "Taste it. Taste my come. Dip your finger in it, and taste it."

  "Why?"

  He shrugged. "So you know. You have to be curious."

  Damn him. I was...I really was.

  5

  Baxter

  * * *

  Goddamn. I mean...Goddamn. Hottest ten minutes of my entire motherfuckin' life, and that's saying something serious. Immediately after orgasming, I wanted more. I wanted to strip her naked and make her come again. This time with my mouth, and then my cock. I wanted to lock us in that room and not leave until I'd had enough of her. Which...might be never.

  She was still down there on her knees, staring at me intently, those wide green eyes innocent and horny all at once. Curious, too.

  I reached down and grabbed her hand, taking her by the index finger. Brought the tip of that finger to the mess on my stomach. Hovered over it. She wiggled her hand out of my grip.

  "I can do it," she said, somewhat snappish.

  I couldn't help an amused grin; she had a fiercely independent streak a thousand miles wide hiding inside her. Hot as fuck, that was.

  She hesitated, and then dipped her finger into the mess. I watched, my dick twitching, as she popped that finger into her mouth and licked the dr
oplet of my come. Her eyes widened, and then she furrowed her brows.

  "Not what I was expecting," she said.

  "No? Better or worse?"

  She shrugged. "Neither. I don't know what I was expecting, but that's..." She was blushing yet again, the innocent little thing. She hesitated, hunting for what to say. "It wasn't that bad."

  "Not that bad, huh?"

  She tilted her chin up, her expression hardening, going firm and determined. "No, not that bad at all." Her eyes sparkled and sparked, fierce. Eager. "In fact, I think I kind of liked it."

  And then she dipped her finger back in, and licked it off, removing her finger from her mouth with a pop, then flicked her tongue over her knuckles, the tiny pink tip of her tongue licking away the stray droplets that had trickled onto her hand.

  Oh boy, as she said. Oh boy.

  I unspooled a wad of toilet paper and crumpled it up, but before I could do anything else, she took it from me. "Let me," she said.

  I shrugged, and rested my hands on my thighs. "Be my guest."

  Gently, with such a sweetly hesitant touch, she cleaned me, folding the toilet paper over and over again, wiping at me until I was totally clean, then she bent to peer at my dick, realizing that as I'd softened, some come had dripped free; she wiped that too, and then I lifted up so she could toss the wad into the toilet, and I hit the flush lever.

  "We should go shopping, now," I said, standing up and offering my hands.

  She grasped my hands and I pulled her to her feet. "We could stay here," she suggested.

  I brushed her cheek with my palm. "Eager for more, huh?"

  She nodded, a study of innocence and sweetness, yet her eyes betrayed fire and desire. "Yes, I am, actually."

  I leaned in, kissed her, quickly and softly. "Plenty of time, babe. Let's get you some clothes."

  "And something else to eat?" she said, leaning against me to grab the doorknob. "I'm hungry."

  I couldn't help sneaking a palmful of her ass as she leaned against me, and she went off-balance, giving me her weight for a moment, breathing softly in my ear.

  "Orgasms make you hungry," I murmured.

  "Then no wonder I'm so ravenous," she said, her voice warm and buzzing in my ear, close. "I've had three in the last...what? Ten, eleven hours? More than I've had in an entire month combined, I think."

  "So you masturbate, do you?" I asked.

  She pushed off me, tugged open the door, peeked out to make sure the coast was clear, and waved me back into her room. I went, and she followed, closing the bedroom door behind us. Evangeline scooped up my clothes and handed them to me.

  "We're not talking about that," she said. "Get dressed. I'm hungry now."

  I faked a snarky salute. "Yes ma'am. Getting dressed, pronto." I eyed her. "Why aren't we talking about whether or not you masturbate?"

  She shrugged, slipping her feet into the borrowed flip-flops. "Because you'll make it all...erotic, and then we'll never leave, and I need food. And I really would like some different clothes. Not that I'm not grateful to Dru, but...I don't feel like myself in this."

  "Maybe that's not a bad thing," I suggested as I dressed, knowing I had to tread carefully, here. "Maybe...maybe it's time you explore different ways to feel like yourself."

  She gazed at me steadily. "You may be right. But at the very least, I need underwear," she said, reaching for the door, "I feel so strange not wearing any."

  I hissed. "Dammit, Eva, you can't say shit like that to me."

  She paused, frowning, genuinely puzzled. "Why not? What did I say?"

  "You, not wearin' any panties? Gets my head running down dirty paths, babe." I sidled up to her, her back pressed against the door, one hand behind her back on the doorknob. Snuck my fingers inside the elastic of the sweatpants. "Like how I could just..."

  I held her gaze as I slid my fingers down, down, feeling the soft thatch of her trimmed but not sculpted or shaved pubic hair--which I found hot as fuck, for reasons I wasn't sure of.

  "Just what, Baxter?" she prompted, staring back at me intently, almost daring me.

  "Just slide my fingers inside you, whenever I wanted, and feel this...this tight, hot, wet little pussy of yours."

  She gasped as I suited actions to words, sinking my middle finger inside her tight-as-a-drum channel. "Whenever you wanted, huh?"

  "Whenever, wherever." Grinned hungrily at her. "I could sit beside you while we're eating, and I could just...do...this." I fingered her clit, got her writhing. "Drive you crazy. Knowing you're not wearin' any damn panties makes my horny-ass brain go haywire."

  She thunked her head against the door and whined in her throat, pressing herself against my touch. "Baxter, god, how can you get me like this so fast?"

  "Because you're eager and you're horny. You want it." I leaned in close as I touched her, knowing it would take only a moment or two more. I wanted to watch and smell and feel her come apart again--needing it like I needed to breathe, actually. "You like it when I touch your pussy. You want it so bad, don't you?"

  She closed her eyes and writhed her hips. "Mmmm-hmmm."

  "Say it, Eva. Let me hear you say you want me to touch your pussy until you come."

  "This again?" she asked, opening her eyes to glare defiantly at me. "Fine. I want it, Baxter. I want to feel you touch my...my pussy. I want you to make me come."

  God, the dirty words on her tongue, dropping from her lips...they seemed so much dirtier, so much more erotic. I talked this way all the time, but with Eva, it felt...new, and hotter than it had ever been.

  And then, within seconds, she was gasping against my neck, her breath hot, and then her teeth sank into the skin on the side of my neck and she was clinging to my shoulders, riding my finger for dear life, trying desperately to stifle her screams and moans of ecstasy.

  "Damn, baby, you come fast," I murmured.

  "Is that...bad?" she asked, gasping.

  "Fuck no," I said. "It's good. It means you like it. You like being touched. You're ready to go, and it don't take much to get you there." I eyed her as I withdrew my touch. "You ever come more than once in a row?"

  She eyed me in incredulity. "That's actually a thing? I thought it was just a myth."

  I shook my head, choosing my words with care, this time around. "It's real. You come so fast, I'm guessing you could have multiple O's pretty easily."

  "God, that would be..." She shuddered, eyes closing, shoulders lifting in a shiver. "That would be so intense, I'm not sure how I'd be able to handle it."

  I opened the door, leaning close to whisper in her ear. "That could be a little experiment between us, then--to see how many times I can make you come."

  She just blinked up at me. "I think I would enjoy being the subject of that experiment, Baxter."

  "Yes, Eva, I think you will."

  Shopping was fuckin' fun, actually. She would try on outfits and strut out wearing them, to get my approval. I approved everything, though, which only irritated her, discarding this shirt or that skirt as not fitting right or not the best pattern, or...so many different reasons. Yet somehow, as we left each store, she ended up with half the shit they had on the racks, despite discarding so many pieces. And we went to a dozen stores, all the clothing shops in Ketchikan. We'd climb into the Silverado my brothers and I shared, and we'd listen to country, a compromise between her taste for pop and my taste for heavy metal. Actually, I liked country, but I'd never admit it to anyone. We listened to music and the windows were down, and it was a gloriously gorgeous day, the sun shining brightly in a cloudless blue sky. The back seat of the truck was full of bags already, and she said she had a few items left she wanted to get. She had her phone out and a GPS app open, Googling which stores she wanted to go to and directing me to them. Now, she clearly had selected a store in mind, and was figuring out the directions to it.

  When we got there, I quirked an eyebrow at her. "Lingerie, huh?"

  She shrugged. "I need underwear." A defiant stare met my gaze, when she look
ed at me. "And Hanes aren't really my thing. So yes, lingerie."

  "Nothin' wrong with Hanes," I said, "but there also ain't nothin' wrong with some nice lingerie."

  She climbed out of the truck, and then glanced back at me when I made no move to get out and go in with her. "Aren't you coming in?"

  "You gonna let me watch?" I said with a smirk.

  "Watch? No, I don't think so. That wouldn't be appropriate out in public."

  "I figured I'd just make you and everyone else in there uncomfortable if I went in," I admitted.

  She hesitated a bit more. "Just come in with me. Into the store," she clarified with an eye roll, as I started to open my mouth to make a comment, "not the changing room."

  I closed the windows, shut off the truck, and followed her in. I stood near her as she discussed what she wanted with the saleslady, and then I followed her around as she perused the shelves. The saleslady came back with a handful of garments, all lacy and slinky and sexy.

  As Eva moved toward the changing rooms, I remarked, "I didn't take you for the lacy lingerie type, honestly."

  "I know. Most people probably wouldn't." She glanced back at me, lifting up the handful of bras and panties. "I started wearing this stuff when I was a teenager, because it was one of the few things I could choose for myself and no one was ever the wiser. Everything else was always very tightly controlled by my parents. Underwear? That I could choose for myself, at least. So I chose this kind of thing as an act of rebellion, and because underwear like this makes me feel...I don't know. Sexy. Like, if I'm wearing this stuff, just for me, I feel like I'm still someone a man would want, if he knew I was wearing it."

  "Meaning you feel like no man would want you, otherwise?"

  "Not really. Just that all the guys I've met are only interested in sex, politics, and money, and how they can get those three things out of me, rather than being interested in me for me."

  "Can I just take this opportunity to remind you that while I am interested in sex, that's not all I'm interested in? And that I have zero interest in money or politics?"

  She smirked at me. "I do appreciate the reminder, but I'm not in any danger of forgetting that you're in no way like any other man I've ever met." Her gaze raked over me. "In more than one regard."