Bad Boy Revelation (Alpha Bad Boy Book 1) (6 page)

The head of my cock is throbbing and expanding like a balloon.  I can’t speak, I just nod to give her a warning before thrusting and letting loose.  I spray across her nose and up under one of her eyes, grunting with each thrust.  Her eyes grow wide, completely aroused as I explode all over her.  Each stroke of my cock sends a new stream into her throat and onto her forehead, some of it dripping down to her tits.  The sight of her face covered in my hot jizz makes my balls ache even more as my pelvis and thighs shake.  Finally, I finish, releasing the last of it onto her soft, pink tongue.  She scoops most of it from her face and holds it up, dangling from her fingers as she swallows every last drop.

I grab a t-shirt from inside the car for her.  She cleans up the tip of my cock and shaft before wiping the excess off of her face and tits.

I can’t lie, I fuck all the time, but it never gets old.  Every unique conquest is etched into my mind, a memory I’ll keep forever.  Each orgasm is like a symphony, in a different location, with different instruments.  I look back down into those huge, satisfied blue eyes.  A huge grin is spread across her face.

“That was amazing.”

“You think?” she asks, sarcastically.  “I didn’t even know that was fucking possible.  Who are you?”

The panty whisperer.

HOLLY JACKSON IS PERFECTLY IMPERFECT.  Nothing really stands out about her.  Her breasts are small to average size, normal ass, pasty complexion, uneventful brown eyes, and yet it all works together to create this work of living art that radiates sexiness.  If only she could only see herself the way I see her.

She will.

Holly is the controller at a company I am consulting with.  We've been cohorts these last few weeks as I've observed and logged away every possible piece of information about her.  Single, no kids, incredibly intelligent, and she's a workhorse which makes her come off as a bitch sometimes.  It's something she doesn't like about herself.

We've been doing the usual flirting every day.  The necessary banter to get to know one another in a fun way; but Jesus, I've never had to work so hard at this job in my life.  This chick is no nonsense in the office, but it will be worth it.

Today is Friday, my last day here.  It's also the day I'll ask Holly if she wants to have dinner, and she'll say yes.  I'm going to unlock that conservative demeanor of hers, because the women who put up walls around themselves are the wildest, most exciting on the planet.

I walk into Holly's office with a breakfast quiche.  I overheard her tell someone how much she loves them.  I'm proud of myself for not eating it on the way to the office.  Damn thing smells delicious.  Fortunately, I had some self-control and resisted.

"Good morning."

I set the bag down in front of her and she doesn't even look up.

"Are you trying to bribe me?  So you can leave early today?"

The corners of her mouth turn up to form a smile, the reaction I was hoping for.

"Of course not.  I would never do such a thing.  Hell, I wish I could work longer," I say.

"You're so full of it."

Her smile is gorgeous and it makes my morning.  Her moans will make my evening.  She opens up the bag.

"Oh my god, these things are the best.  You are a good man, Joel Hannover," she jokes.  "I swear.  I just get so wrapped up in the work and numbers I forget about everything, including eating."

Of course you think they're the best.  Do you think I just got lucky? 
I learned long ago that women find men who pay attention very sexy, they eat that shit up.

She walks out of the room, her tight ass rocking back and forth in her skirt sends a pulsing, warm sensation to my cock.  This woman needs to be pleasured.  I don't mean some lazy one night stand.  That shit is for asshole amateurs.  I mean she needs to be pushed to the limit of her mind and then have breakfast cooked for her the next morning.  She deserves to be treated like the goddess she is, not slaving away in a boring, workaholic life.  She's going to remember tonight for the rest of her life, if only she knew what I have in store for her.

The flirting has been intensifying slowly each day, like a good novel.  Today, the sexual tension is building towards tonight's climax.  A movement by either of us sends sweat to the palms, heat to the face, tingling to the groin.  I can tell it's a bit uncomfortable for her.  Good.  This is what I live for.

Most of the day is pretty standard, working mostly.  I can tell she is getting anxious.  I haven't asked her out or made any type of move.  With every tick of the clock I can sense the disappointment growing in the pits of her stomach.

Don't worry, Holly.  You're going to get everything you've ever dreamed of.  Every inch of me will be yours.

She stands up and walks to the file cabinet.

"What are you looking for?" I ask.

"The payroll procedures file."

"Oh yeah, I wasn't sure where it went.  I think I stuck it in the cabinet where you keep all the miscellaneous research folders."

She's fumbling through files.  I can tell she's growing irritated.  Irritated that her files are out of order, irritated that I haven't once hinted about asking her out, even though I've been driving her crazy all week long, irritated she hasn't been sexually pleased in a long time.

"I can't find it in here."

I'm sitting there staring at her skirt hugging her in all the right places.  She's even cuter when she gets frustrated.  This woman is going to be a wild ride.  She has my dick bulging in my pants. 
Like I always say, never waste a good erection.

I walk up behind her and peer over her shoulder, pretending to help find the file.  I slowly press my cock up against her ass, talking in her ear.

"I could have sworn I put it right
here
."

I shift my hips slightly, giving her a little feel of what's to come.  Her eyes close and a slight shudder runs through her arched back.  All I can think about is how wet that pussy has to be.  I want to tear into it right now, but the anticipation is where the fun resides.  It makes the reward so much greater.  I walk over to my seat, watching her in the corner of my eye.  She adjusts her skirt a little and wipes the palms of her hands down her hips before walking back over to her seat.

"Oh, my bad, it's over here on the desk.  I swear I put it in the file cabinet.  Sorry."

I look at her and smile.  She is biting her lip and I'm not going to be able to tease her much longer.

***

The rest of the day is pretty normal, but she's catching on to the bullshit and I can tell she isn't going to take it much longer.  I'm worried she might bite my head off like a praying mantis if I don't make a move.

"You know—"

Her eyes light up.

"I was thinking that once work is done today, we won't really have any professional ties.  Maybe we could grab some dinner?"

Her cheeks are now flushed with red hues and she tries to play it cool, but she can barely keep from squirming in her seat.  She smiles and looks embarrassed, yet manages to get a few words out.

"Ummmm, yes.  I would like that."

"Awesome, I'll pick you up at seven.  Text me your address."

I walk out the door.  On my way out I hear, "There's still five minutes of work left."

"That's what the quiche was for."

***

I'm cruising in the Fastback, drawing looks at every corner.  She really is a thing of beauty.  Highland green like Steve McQueen's in Bullitt, only his was a '68.  I don't know if I've ever loved a woman more than this car, well other than my mom.  It's the only car I've driven since I was 17.

I pull up to her house.  I'm certain she heard me and is standing by the door.  She'll make me wait 30 seconds before she answers, so she doesn't appear desperate.

The door opens and she looks gorgeous.  I have flowers of course.  She's getting the whole package tonight.  Her dress is black and mid-length.  It would be conservative for most, but I can tell that it's probably the sexiest thing in her closet.  It doesn't matter, she looks smoking hot in it, and it's going to end up on the floor regardless.

I open the door for her like a gentleman, courtesy of Ms. Hannover who would wallop me with a cast iron skillet if I behaved any different.  She's impressed, but I think it's more with the car than my chivalrous nature.

Right now is my favorite part of the evening.  When I turn the key, her panties are going to melt in my seat.  I can see her waiting in anticipation.  I fire her up and my baby continues her winning streak.  The vibrations under the hood are soaking up that little cunt next to me.

"Wow," she says, "I am in
love
with this car."

"She's taken," I say with a smile.

I pop the clutch and hammer it about halfway, enough to get a rush of adrenaline running through Holly as her chest is forced back into the seat.  It's standard procedure for my dates.  I quickly slow back down into cruising mode.

"Oh my fucking god," she says.

She immediately covers her mouth, like it's a sin to drop the 'f bomb'.

"Holly?"

"Yeah?"

I lean over next to her.

"It's ok to say fuck in front of me, we're grownups now."

She punches me in the arm playfully as I laugh.  There's that smile.

"You have a smart mouth on you, you know that?"

You're going to find out how smart my fucking mouth is, soon enough.

"I know, I probably kid too much."

"No, it suits you.  It's cute.  You don't overdo it."

"Well thank you.  I'm glad someone appreciates it."

We pull up to the restaurant—it's on the first floor of a large hotel—and I reluctantly hand my keys to the valet.  I'm not happy about it, I usually avoid these guys.  I try to keep a straight face but Holly can sense my frustration.

"Aww, are you afraid she's going to cheat on you in the parking garage?"

I cover my mouth and gasp.

"She would
never
!"

Holly laughs so hard she damn near snorts.  It sets me at ease a little.  I love watching women genuinely laugh, especially those who take life far too serious.  She smiles and wraps her arm around the inside of mine as we walk to the table.  Good.  She's feeling more confident, more certain that damp, deprived pussy is going to be filled with this cock instead of two soapy fingers in a lonely bathtub.

Dinner is full of jokes and laughter.  She orders a steak medium rare and my cock almost bursts through my zipper.  I love a woman who orders a steak and knows how it should be cooked.  I had a date order a steak well done once and put ketchup on it.  I never looked at her the same again.

The check comes and she tries to reach for it, a noble gesture on her part.

"If you want to hold my hand, all you have to do is ask," I say.

I pull the check back over to me as her hand slides down mine.  She blushes a little.

"Sorry, force of habit."

"Jesus, what kind of guys do you date?"

"Homeless derelicts, apparently."

"So tell me something about you.  Something nobody knows," I say.

"Oh, we're going to play that game?"

She leans over seductively in my ear. 
Who is this woman?
  Four hours ago she was a stiff, uptight office dictator.

"I am an adrenaline junkie.  I went skydiving once and it was incredible."

"So, do you do many exciting things?"

"No, I'm always at work.  It's really all I do, if you couldn't tell."

She laughs in a pathetic tone, trying to play off how dull her life is.

"You know what you need?  A vacation.  A vacation doing a bunch of daredevil shit."

"I don't have time—"

"Make time.  You only get one shot at life.  You work too hard, make it count for something."

I have to use this to my advantage.  I'm now on a mission to take her on a thrill ride; an erotic roller coaster of sorts.  I'm getting excited thinking about it.

"I have an idea.  I'll be right back, don't move."

I run around the corner for a few minutes.  I have a buddy who works here and I need a set of keys.  Yes, it's all part of my plan.

When I return I'm ducked down like some kind of secret agent.  I lean over and whisper, "Come on, I want to show you something."

Her eyes grow wide with excitement.

***

We're riding up the hotel elevator and my balls are starting to boil.  Part of me wants to rip her dress off and pound her up against the wall.  It's not a bad move, I've done it before.  I have something much more exhilarating in store though.

We are approaching the 30th floor and I tell her to close her eyes.  She doesn't resist.  The elevator door opens and I guide her down a hallway.  I pull out the keys, open a door, and we step out onto the roof that overlooks the skyline of the city.  She's not the first to visit this rooftop, but the first to receive this kind of treatment.

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

"No, just wait, it'll be worth it."

She has no idea what she's about to experience.  The sounds of traffic can be heard below our feet and the urban smells grow intense with each wind gust that rushes between the buildings.

I walk her over to the edge of the rooftop, there's a small wall about three-feet high forming a barrier.  I stare at her once more in her black dress.  I have to get inside this woman—soon.

"Keep your eyes closed, and relax."

I breathe heavily in her ear and exhale my warm breath down he neck and shoulder.

"What are you doing?" she coos.

"Exactly what you want me to do.  What you've wanted me to do all week."

"Oh really?  What's that?"

Her eyes are closed and her chin is tilted up as the night air rushes over her face.  I run my hand over her ass and start pulling up the inside of her dress, inching my fingers slowly towards her soaking wet lips.   She starts to squirm and squeeze her legs together the closer I get.

"Just let it happen."