Bad Boy's Pet

Number 9

She kept her distance when they passed the front of the house where a few people were and she had never been more grateful to be a wallflower. While people stared and started whispering about Cade, they did not seem to even notice that she was following him. She could only hope his vehicle was not parked somewhere in public.

“Hey.” A girl stopped directly in front of Cade. Her blouse was about two sizes too small and her big boobs were half spilling over the top. Paige instantly felt a little jealous. Why did she have to stand so close to him? With the difference in their height and where she was standing, Cade had no other choice than see her boobs.

“Do you need something?” Cade asked her and she smiled then started twirling her hair with a finger.

“So, I have tickets to a movie this Saturday and was wondering if…”

“You are not my type.” Cade cut her off then side stepped her leaving her red as a tomato.

Paige had to hide her satisfied smile as she passed them.

“Nice try Nikki. I told you he would say no.” Her friend scoffed sipping a blue drink.

“Well at least I tried instead of you ogling him and having s****l fantasies.” Nikki replied and as the two women started exchanging words, people’s attention shifted to them. Something Paige was thankful for as she reached the street. Cade had headed straight for his motorcycle which was just parked on the other side of the road but when he got there and she was not beside him, he turned back to her.

“Why are you all the way over there?” His deep voice was low and she only barely heard him. She decided not to reply and turned to walk the other way so she could hail a cab. That should be a sufficient enough answer.

She had taken exactly two steps when his hands, now familiar wrapped around her wrist “Let go.” She ordered trying to pull herself free but he pulled her to himself sharply then took a deep breath.

“Unless you want me to throw you over my shoulders, I suggest you come on your own two feet.” He warned and when she sized him up, he smirked “Contrary to your looks, you are quite stubborn.”

Without waiting for her to reply, he pulled her along to the motorbike, “Here,” he said offering her a helmet “I did not plan on having a passenger tonight so I don’t have a spare.”

When she said nothing and just eyed the bike, he continued “It is perfectly safe. Plus, I am a pretty good biker.”

He did not need to tell her that. She had seen him and multiple college girls on it. She was only looking at it because she was wondering whether she would just be one of his many girls if she gave in to him. The thought had her hesitation soaring.

“What are you thinking?” He asked tracing a finger on the crease on her forehead. “Your face is very expressive.” He explained when she looked at him in question.

“I want to go home.”

“I think you established that” He sighed putting the helmet over her head and securing it. She watched with longing as his long legs slid over the bike. “Here.” He offered her a hand but she ignored it and swung her legs over the bike herself making him chuckle “Well Doll, you are certainly interesting. Hold on tight.”

She held on to the sides of his jacket and he looked down at her hand “You are going to fly off if that is how you plan to hold on.”

“I will be fine.” She assured him and he shrugged then started the bike.

She tensed when it roared to life under them and let out a soft scream when he started the bike only to hammer down on the break making her wrap her hand tightly around his waist to keep from rearing back. “You should have listened when I asked nicely.” He told her just as they started moving.

Paige tried not to revel in the feeling of being so close to him. Tried not to breathe in his scent and commit it to memory. Tried not to move closer to him so she was firmly plastered on his back but it was difficult. Never, even in her craziest dreams, did she think it would be possible to get so close to him.

And now that he is, you are pushing him away, her subconscious tutted.

She was not pushing him away. She was just protecting herself. She barely knew him and she already liked him so much. What if she fell in love with him and he did not love her back? She did not want to experience heartache.

“You keep saying you don’t want me but this paints a different picture.” His voice penetrated her inner monologue and she realized the bike was no longer humming. She looked around and was surprised when she saw her house. Already?

A gasp left her when she realized she had been plastered on his back with her hand splayed around his muscled stomach. She quickly snatched her hands back fighting back the blush that was forming on her cheek.

She could not believe she had been caressing him and she did not even remember the feeling.

Stupid, stupid girl.

She got off the bike quickly and removed the helmet while he came down. “Thank you.” She handed it to him and he collected it hanging it on the handle of the bike before turning to her to see she was adjusting her hair even though he thought it looked perfect.

She always looked perfect to him but when he had sighted her earlier, he had had a slight heart malfunction and a raging hard-on at the same time and they were caused by the fact that the only part of her top that was not transparent red lace was the part that covered her t**s. t**s that showed over the low neckline of the top. Even now, he had to focus on keeping his eyes on her face. He already had a hard enough time stopping himself from kissing her (and maybe doing other things) as it was.

“What are you doing?” Paige asked when he started to follow her across the porch

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“You are not coming into my house.” She stated firmly

“You want to bet?” He asked with a small smirk and she sighed.

“Please go away,” she asked and he ignored the twang in his chest brought about by the statement.

“Why are you mad at me?” He asked and she managed to look him in the eye for a few seconds to determine if he was joking.

“I am not mad at you.” She answered biting her lip through the lie.

“Don’t do that,” he commanded quickly placing his fingers under her lips to tug them out. When that was successfully done, he tilted her head back and held her firmly so she was forced to meet his eyes. “And don’t lie to me too.”

“I don’t want an argument right here,” she told him. The last thing she needed was for someone to see them together and assume the wrong things. Or the right things.

“Come with me then,” he took her hand and led her back to the bike.

“Where are we going?”

“My place.” He stated handing her the helmet again.

“I’m sorry what? Your place?” She fought the nerves that bunched in her stomach.

“As you don’t want to welcome me into your house, I guess we have to go to mine.”

“No. That’s not…” She shook her head. The entire reason she didn’t want him in her house was that she could not trust herself with him in an enclosed space. She felt like she would jump his bones or confess to things she never wanted him to find out about. Going to his house would defeat that purpose and then some.

“What is it?” He asked patiently getting used to her half-sentences and scrambled words.

“I don’t want to go to your house.” She protested.

“Why not?”

“Stop acting like you don’t know!” She groaned lightly and he blinked taken aback.

“I am not acting Doll. What is it?” He asked again tamping down on his frustration.

“I…I cannot think when you are near me and I…” She stopped, looked away. “I need a drink.” She said and without waiting for a reply, she turned back to the house and had already opened the door and was stepping in when he reached her. She left the door open indicating that he could come in.

She did not bother to turn on the light and let the bright light from the moon guide her as she headed to the fridge. She brought out a can of beer, opened it, and started to chug.

She made a face at first but did not stop drinking until she was halfway through the can. Cade felt a mixture of incredulity and lust. Incredulity that this soft-spoken girl with a hidden fire could take so much at a go.

And lust when her pink tongue peeked out to lick her lips. He was turned on by many things but he had never had such an intense reaction to something as simple as a person’s tongue. When she turned and bent over slightly to deposit the can in the trash can underneath a cupboard, his hands fisted instantaneously.

She had an ass that made him think of all the ways he could hold on while ramming into her. Which was exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to turn her over on the counter and ram into her from behind until she screamed out his name or a garbled version of it. He wanted to pour the new can of beer she was currently holding on her p***y and lick it out of it.

Fuck. He halted his thoughts before they could go further. If his jeans got any tighter, it would become painful and he was not sure he would have enough self-control to not fulfill his fantasies right then and there. And she had made it clear she did not want that. Which came to the question of why.

“Are you ready to talk?” He asked her and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hands sharply before letting out a dainty burp into her fists.

“I told you before that I don’t want to be friends with benefits.”

“And I said I didn’t do friends.” He shrugged.

“I cannot and will not have a purely physical relationship with you.” She told him.

“I am getting that.” He sighed at the ground and that was a buzz kill because he could not do relationships. When he looked back up his erection returned with a vengeance. She was back to gulping down beer and a drop of condensation had dropped on her chest. His eyes followed it until it disappeared between the valley of her breasts and he started to burn with the desire to follow that line with his tongue. Very, very slowly.

“…so this will not work.” He heard her say and his attention returned back to her and her too-good-to-be-true face.

What the hell did she just say? He was about to ask when she started to bite her lip again. “Doll, bite that lip one more time and we will have a very big problem on our hands.” He warned and her eyes unwittingly fluttered down to where his c**k was causing a tent in his jeans.

Her gasp came just as her face burst into flames.

She tried to get herself to look away but she couldn’t. It was like her eyes were the south pole of a really strong magnet and his covered c**k was the north.

Desire pooled in her stomach as she thought of all the things she had heard and read about all the ways she could pleasure him and all the ways he could pleasure her. Thinking about it made her p***y start to throb lightly.

“What? You’ve never seen an erection before?” He asked after a while and she swallowed forcing herself to look somewhere else.

She actually had never seen such an impressive erection before. She thought she had seen a few boys in class with tents in their pants but she was not sure as they had never been this prominent. She read they happened when a man was turned on. Was he turned on? By her?

When she looked at him again, she saw he had covered the distance between them and the only thing stopping them from being in each other’s personal space was the counter. At that moment, she resented the stupid block of marble and stone.

“Are you going to pretend I am not turning you on, Doll?” He asked her “I know I am though. I can hear the change in your breath. The way your n*****s are poking through your top.” He looked down at her and swallowed a groan at the sight of her creamy breasts just below and the perky n*****s. “Tell me, are you rubbing your thighs together?” He asked and she realized that unconsciously, she had been doing just that “I bet you were. This means you want me too.” He traced the shape of her lips with his fingers, his breathing changing tempo from the strength it was taking him to keep himself on the other side of the counter. “I bet I could make you come. I could make you come just by pleasuring your n*****s. I could make you come with my fingers in you.” His fingers traced her neck slightly. Feather light touches that felt like the wind teasing her skin rather than a man touching it but because of her heightened arousal, the small feeling made her crave more. When his lips went beside her ear, her knees started to buckle and she had to hold on to the counter “Or I could f**k you so hard that you squirt all over my dick.” He whispered into her hair before biting the top of her ear lightly making her whimper “What will it be, Doll?” He asked and when she did not immediately answer, he continued “Or would you prefer for me to leave?”

He said it as a taunt but for a nanosecond, he thought about what he would do if she told him to leave and knew without a doubt that he would not be able to. He could not leave her with his sanity if his lips didn’t touch hers, if his c**k did not find relief in one of her holes. He needed her so badly, it took sheer effort to keep his hands from shaking from the force of his desire “Answer me, Doll.” She was making him nervous with her lack of reply.

He thought he had migrated to heaven when her hands twisted in his hair and she placed her lips on his. But when she climbed over the counter to reach him, he knew he was a goner.