Hung: A Badboy Romance (2 page)

I always
love
that moment, when a girl sees my cock for the first time. The way their eyes widen and their mouth opens. The way they look up at me, their pupils dilated and black with lust, unable to quite believe their eyes. I guess at first, I didn’t even know I was special. I thought
all
boys had cocks as big as mine. But the way girls react? The way they lick their lips involuntarily? Well, pretty soon, I just knew I was packing something rather special. Sometimes, they’ll ask to play with it, like it’s some toy they’ve been wishing for all Christmas. Other times they won’t even say a word; they’ll just reach out and start stroking it, then licking it, then trying to fit their lips around it, almost as if its some magical object, hypnotizing them, forcing them to let go of their inhibitions, the more turned on they get ...

But Kelly? Kelly’s definitely a talker.

“Oh ... my ...
god
,” she says, sitting there on the edge of my bed, her eyes wide with surprise, my cock just inches from her face.

I smile down at her, knowing that it isn’t even fully
hard
yet and she’s already getting wet just looking at it.

“Like what you see, baby?” I say, recognizing that familiar tightness of lust at the edges of my voice as I speak. I can feel the blood pumping to my dick now, my cock growing harder and harder with each fresh beat of my heart, as I’m still trying do decide whether or not I want to come in Kelly’s pretty little mouth or perhaps in her no-doubt-tight pussy.

“It’s like totally
huge
,” she says, her voice shaking a little, her pink tongue gently brushing her bottom lip as she obviously imagines taking it in her mouth. “Can I ... Can I
touch
it?”

My smile gets wider as I stare down at her, her pretty blue eyes so big and pleading. Then I nod, slowly and deliberately.

She licks her lips again, leaning forward, her eager fingers reaching out, unable to even curl all the way around my girth. And as she begins to stroke me, I start to imagine how wet her pussy must be getting right now. She’s obviously so fucking turned on. Her nipples are poking out clear as day from beneath her tight white t-shirt and there’s a definite pink blush rising to her cheeks and creeping up her neck, too, as she strokes my cock, feeling me grow even harder and thicker in her grip, her tiny fingers sliding up and down my hot hard pulsing shaft.

With a little breathy gasp, she finally gives in to the urge that’s obviously been there all along, leaning forward and opening her mouth wide as it’ll go in an attempt to take me between her lips. I feel her tongue timidly swirling around the head of my cock, as she strokes my shaft, trying to ease even
more
of me inside her already-crammed-full mouth.

And
damn.
As she’s sucking on me, she’s making these hot little moans and groans at the back of her throat that are totally turning me on – even more so from the fact that they’re muffled by my dick.

I reach down and cup her tit roughly through her t-shirt, feeing the hardness of her nipple even through the fabric of her bra. I roll it between my fingertips as she sucks on my cock with an even greater eagerness now, and I just
know
that if I were to pull myself out of her mouth, throw her back on the bed and tear off her cute little cut offs and panties in one smooth motion, I’d find her pussy totally fucking
drenched
.

But while part of me wants to do exactly that, another part is just enjoying letting this cute little slut do
all the work
– enjoying just how turned on she's getting for my meat. She’s sucking on me so fucking
desperately
now, loud and sloppy, like she’s super eager for my cum, and hey, who am I to deny a girl what she obviously craves?

Already I can feel myself getting close, my balls swelling and tightening, my cock growing even harder than it is already, but I need one more little thing to push me over the edge.

“Touch yourself,” I growl, staring down at her with a new intensity, my eyes blazing. “I want you to play with your tight little cunt as you suck me. I want you to come with my cock in your mouth ...”

Kelly whimpers and nods, totally giving in to me, her whole body trembling, her mouth still crammed full of my rock hard dick. With eager fingers, she begins fumbling open the buttons of her denim cut offs, her legs wide apart, while I move my hands into her hair, letting my fingers wind her thick blonde locks into one strong tight knot, holding her head firmly in place as I begin to pump my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her wet, warm, willing mouth, fucking her face, harder and harder, until her chin is wet with slobber, as she shudders, her own fingers finally finding her pussy, and toying with her clit in ever more frantic circles.

I gaze down at her, sat on the edge of my bed, her legs spread wide apart, her fingers rummaging in her soaking wet panties, working her pussy with both hands now, as I continue to fuck her mouth without mercy.

“Are you close, slut?” I growl. “Because I’m not going to stop until you come ...”

At this she moans again, another shiver flashing through her, nodding as much as she’s able, as I continue to pump her mouth with my cock. Then I let one hand slip from her hair, reaching down and roughly tugging her shirt up to finally expose her breasts, still covered by her plain white bra. I scoop the left one free, my fingers once again toying with her rock hard little nipple, and she groans again, shuddering, her eyes closing tight and her body shaking as her orgasm finally flashes through her.

For a moment, I think she’s so lost in her own pleasure she’s going to stop sucking my cock altogether, but like a good girl she manages to keep her lips clamped tight around my cock head, even as she comes.

With a final growl, I let myself tip over the edge too, that familiar flash of fire flooding my body, all my muscles tensing and clenching as I unload myself hard and deep into her mouth, my hot cum flooding her tongue and pumping deep into her throat.

I’m impressed when she eagerly swallows it all back, not like some of the other girls in this school, even continuing to suck me afterwards, milking my softening cock for every last little drop, until the sensation finally becomes too much and I have to pull myself free.

And it’s only afterwards, in that shuddering pulsating silence as I’m zipping myself up again, that I get the strangest feeling; as if somehow Kelly and I aren’t the
only
two people in this room ...

“Stacey? Is everything
okay,
dear? You’ve been quiet all through dinner and you look a little pale. Are you feeling alright? Or do you need me to call Doctor Frazier?”

I look up in panic from my uneaten meal, my eyes widening and my face flushing as I realize that not only is my
mom
looking at me, but so are Alexander and Colt.  

“Mom? I’m
fine
,” I snap back, trying to give her a look that says:
Please just leave me alone right now.

It’s still only a couple hours since my close encounter in the closet, and my head is still in a total freaking whirl.

At least I didn’t get caught. I have to keep saying that to myself. It could have been soooo much worse. But I just stood there, motionless as the rest of the clothes in his closet, listening as Colt made Kelly beg for him, then told her to get out, just as soon as he’d taken what he wanted from her.
Asshole
.
He’s even worse than I thought.
I could hear the hurt in her voice as she left; she sounded like she was trying not to cry. And then I heard the creak of bedsprings, as he lay back on his bed, no doubt for one of his regular ‘afternoon naps’, the ones he always seems to take before dinner.

I waited there with my heart hammering until I finally heard the soft sound of snoring. And only then, once I was absolutely positive that he was asleep, did I slip the closet door open and pad back out of his room to the safety of the hall ...

I venture a quick glance across the dinner table towards him, and sure enough, his piercing blue eyes are staring right back at me, one eyebrow raised in that annoying quizzical smirk of his, the tiniest hint of a smile playing on his full lips, as if he can see directly into my brain; as if he knows exactly the total spin I’m in right now, all because of what I heard him
do
...

“Well,
I
had a fantastic day,” he announces to the table, breaking the totally awkward silence of the last few seconds. “Got a new personal best in the four hundred meters ...”

“Oh that’s great, dear,” Mom smiles at him, as always treating him as if he’s some total saint, the perfect son she’s never had until now.

But now I know for sure that he’s
not
.

Not after the way he treated Kelly.

Now I know for sure that he’s every
bit
the cruel, arrogant asshole I suspected. Not that I can tell Mom and Alexander. I mean, it’s not as if I can just announce what I’ve found out to the table, is it?

In frustration, all I can do right now is bite my lip, and push my untouched food around my plate with my fork. 

“Yeah,” Colt continues, all the while never taking his eyes off me as he speaks, “then my friend Kelly came round to help me with a science project I’ve been working on. It was pretty
hard
but she’s a real whizz.”

“Kelly, your new study buddy, huh?” Alexander cuts in.

“Yeah, she is, Dad,” Colt replies with a smug, butter-wouldn’t-melt smile.

“Funny how all your
study buddies
are all girls, isn’t it?” Alexander continues, with mock suspicion. But it’s obvious that he’s proud of what a stud his son is.

“Ah, I don’t know, Dad,” Colt replies with a smug smile of his own, his eyes still burning so deep into me. “It’s just coincidence ... Besides. Girls are more
motivated
than guys, I find. The things some of them will
do
...”

And with that last little line of his, well, of a sudden I just can’t
take
it anymore: the whole scene, the three of them talking away, playing happy families, like everything is just sweet as pie. I drop my fork onto my plate, then push myself to my feet, the scrape of my chair screeching loudly around the large dining room of this house I
still
don’t really consider my home.

And now it isn’t just
Colt
that’s looking at me. I feel three pairs of confused eyes boring into me as I stand there awkwardly for a moment, before announcing in a shaky voice, “I think you’re right, Mom, I’m not feeling too good. I think I’m gonna go take a nap ...”

Then I quickly turn and race from the table, not caring if I’m being rude. An as I rush from the room, I can hear my mom back at the table nervously trying to cover for me, suggesting not so subtly that perhaps it’s ‘the time of the month’ that’s causing me to act out this way, but by now I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I just need to be out of there ...

I run up the huge curling central staircase and down the corridor on the left, the one that leads towards my bedroom. And then finally, I step inside, slamming the door behind me, glad to finally be on my own.

I flop down onto the bed, pulling a pillow over my face, not knowing whether to scream or cry or
what
...

I just can’t seem to get what happened out of my head, no matter how hard I try. I mean, I couldn’t
see
anything from my hiding place in the closet. But even so, I’ve got this picture of them burnt into my brain: Kelly and Colt, him with his
thing
in her mouth, and her touching herself ...

I can feel it again, this weird electricity building in my tummy. I can feel my nipples growing hard and my breath becoming shallow and the insistent throbbing ache between my legs, as if my body is
begging
me to touch myself there.

I try my hardest to fight off the feelings.

I am not going to touch myself thinking about something so gross as that.

But even as I’m thinking this, my hand is disobeying me, slipping softly over my stomach and then unbuttoning my jeans, button by tantalizing button, before finally slipping beneath the waistband of my panties.

I still have the pillow over my face, so when I gasp it’s muffled.

And when my fingers finally reach my pussy, I’m so damn
wet
that it kinda takes me by surprise.

I let my fingers circle my clit which is swollen and throbbing hard, and finally I let my mind flood with all the dirty, filthy images I’ve been holding back until this moment.

I think about Colt: about his gorgeous muscular body, about his piercing blue eyes, about his
cock
– the cock that was big and thick and hard enough to make Kelly Rogers gasp when she saw it and
beg
him to let her touch it.

I imagine what it would be like to suck on it.

I’ve never sucked a dick before – hell, I’ve never even
touched
one – but here I am with my hand buried deep in my soaking wet panties, working my throbbing clit as I imagine sucking on Colt’s thick hot cock, then feeling his come flood my mouth ...

With a final muffled whimper I come, my whole body shuddering with the sheer intensity of my orgasm, my face pressed deep into the pillow, my mind flashing totally white for a moment before I return to my senses again.

But as soon as I’m finished, all I feel is shame. I feel icky and angry at myself for letting such an arrogant asshole like Colt Grayson work his way inside my head like that. And I promise myself that I will
never
think about him whenever I do that again.

But just then my thoughts are interrupted by what sounds
just
like a cough – a cough coming from the doorway.

No way ... It can’t be ...

In a flash of panic, I pull my hand from my panties, whipping the pillow from my face at the same time, and sitting up in bed.

And what I see, I can’t quite believe.

It’s him.

It’s Colt, standing there in the doorway to my fucking
bedroom
, his piercing blue eyes boring into me, that infuriating smirk on his lips telling me that he just saw absolutely
everything
.

I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t get the words out.

And even if I could, what is there to say?

“Now we’re
even
,” he growls, before turning and slamming the door behind him, leaving me alone, broken and shattered, on the bed.