Bad Boy (The Loyal Boys, #2)

by Charli Meadows

Does the old man have a hard-on for telling time or some shit? Because this is like crazy old cat lady shit, but with clocks.

Oh, God. Now that I have a better picture of him, he looks like he could kill me and enjoy it, too. Not because he’s bigger than me, but he has this aura that practically radiates trouble.

Not to mention he is seriously hot as fuck, in an innocent, I-have-no-clue kind of way. And fuck, his eyes. I’ve never seen anything like them in my entire life. One is a shocking emerald green, sparkling with life and happiness. And the other is nearly as dark as my own, swimming in shadows and depth. They’re fucking hypnotizing.

I’ve known I was bi for a few years now, but I’ve never been with a guy or even crushed on one. Girls have always been more. . . available to me, but I’m much pickier when it comes to the male species. But now. . . This boy. . . this boy has me all twisted up inside, and I’m ready to fucking unravel for him.

Really though, it’s not just that. I want to see him tomorrow, the day after that, and every day for the foreseeable future. I’ve set my sights on him, and there’s no stopping these new and exhilarating feelings fluttering through me.

I think I have my first boy crush.

He leans in and presses his lips to mine just as the first flash goes off.

I kiss him deeper and more urgently, spearing my tongue into his mouth and licking everywhere. Even his fucking teeth. I want to taste him. Consume him from the inside out.

“That was my first time kissing a boy, too. And honestly, it blew my fucking mind. To the point where I’m questioning if I’m even still bi, or maybe I’m just gay now. Because damn, Linc.”

Can your balls explode? Is that possible? There’s gotta be at least a gallon of jizz in there.

Start as friends, then make him more. Make him mine.

I’ll get a boner if he touches me with his bare hands. There’s no stopping it. Like the leaves change and snow falls, this is inevitable. It’s going to happen.

“I jerked off to you last night in my bathroom,” Remi whispers. “Came all over my sink to the filthiest thoughts of everything I wanna do to you, Preppy. Look down. Watch my hand stroke your cock. You need to come, don’t you? You look like you’re about to explode.”

“We made out yesterday. And I jerked off with your cum today,” Remi deadpans. “I think you can manage drinking after me, Preppy.”

“I really fucking liked it, and I wanna do it more. So, I was thinking. . . friends with benefits?”

“That’s why I’m so horny, Remi. Simple cause and effect,”

I chuckle at how fucking cute and sexy he is. He has no idea, either. Everything he’s self-conscious about, I’m completely and unhealthily obsessed with. His mismatched eyes, his quirky personality, his intelligence, his kindness, his fucking innocence. Gah, I want to wreck that innocence.

“You were driving me absolutely wild in the car. Watching you suck on those lollipops? Fuck, Preppy. I wanna suck on you.”

He kneels in front of me, and I nearly faint at the sight of big, bad Remi on his knees for me.

“Mmm. Yes. I like this. All of this,”

“Lincoln,” he murmurs softly, reaching his hands around to caress my bare butt once again. “Watch me suck you. Keep your eyes open.”

“Look at me.”

“Fuck yeah. You can try anything you want, Preppy. My body is your playground.”

Because holy fucking hell, is he sucking me with serious force. Like some Star Wars, Jedi master type of force.

“Such a good boy,”

“Damn. You’re an angel, Linc,” I tease. “I’m going to corrupt the fuck outta you.”

“I’m going to finger your ass now, Preppy.”

“Fuck me, Remi. Oh, God. Fuck me. Pleeease. I need your cock.”

“You’re not ready for this cock, Linc. But I’ve been using my fingers for a while now, and I’m definitely ready for yours,”

“If you wanna give it to me,”

“And I will, soon. But right now, I can’t wait to feel your cock stretching my ass open,”

“Ungh! Oh, fuck. Yesss. Just like that, baby. One more.”

He’s ruining me for anyone else. And I can’t find it in me to care at all.

The emotions soaring through me go beyond desire, lust, or arousal. And it’s those deeper feelings that finally push me over the edge.

It’s the full-circle realization that I don’t want to be friends. Or best friends. I want to be more, so much more. I’m talking life-altering, soul-consuming, the I-can’t-breath-without-you type of more.

“That was real, baby. No doubt about it. Your dick was in me. Fucking me. My ass will feel the proof of that for the next couple of days,” he says. “And I fucking love it.”

“Focus on me, Linc. Focus on my words. I need you, too. I’ve needed you every moment of every day since the second I spotted you pulling into school on your moped. I could never forget you. Not in a million years. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Now, please, let me take care of you. I fucking hate seeing you hurt like this, Preppy. Once was too much. Twice is hell. A third time might kill me, so please be careful with yourself. You’re important to me.”

“I want my boyfriend to fuck me,”

“Now get on your hands and knees, and tip your ass up for me. I need to work you open really good. It’s gonna be a tight fit.”

“Stay on your forearms, but keep your ass in the air for me, baby. I’m gonna stretch you open more.”

“Good boy,”

“You’re so good. Taking this cock.”

“Seeing your asshole stretched open with my cock? Feeling you grip me like that? Fuck. I could come just picturing it in my head, Preppy.”

“I’m gonna suck you so hard, baby. And I plan to be balls-deep inside your ass tonight, Preppy. Celebrating our win.”

He’s my peace. The best thing in my life. Our connection is so deep it fucking resonates in my bones.

“Show me everything inside your soul, Remi. Let me carry the burden with you, handle the lows and celebrate the highs.

We’re a team. Can’t you see that? We’ve been a team since day one.”

“Take this cum. Filling you up again. Such. A. Good. Boy,”

“When I’m done, I’m gonna paint your fucking guts with my cum.”