Badd Luck by Jasinda Wilder

  Tate cupped my cheek, turning my face to hers so we could lock gazes. "Kinda like this, huh?" she murmured, with an adorable little smirk on her lips.

  "This, with you, Tate?" I said. "This is that fantasy come true, and it's even better than I could have even fantasized."

  Tate's lips were softer than silk on mine, warm, damp, and firm. Her body was pressed against mine, and her hand was on my cheek, her fingers skritching across the stubble as she palmed my jaw.

  It was just a kiss, at first.

  And then...it became so much more than a kiss.

  I felt her shudder, trembling. Backed away from the kiss, meeting her eyes. She had a tear running down her cheek. I wiped it away, the question in my eyes.

  She sniffled, nuzzling my face with hers. "Just...overwhelmed."

  "I know the feeling."

  "Kiss me again, Corin," she breathed.

  And so the kiss blossomed into a wildfire of sighs, of a thousand kisses, of breathing each other's breath, of discovering the vulnerability of knowing we were both so overwhelmed by this. My heart couldn't contain how much this was, with her. It couldn't contain the depth, the power of my feelings, my emotions.

  We let it conflagrate into an inferno. Our skin burned, our hands searched. Our mouths met, crashing, lips locking, tongues tangling. I pushed the thin cotton of the T-shirt up and she ripped it away, desperate as I was to feel her skin against mine. We writhed together, lips scouring and devouring, tongues slashing and tasting. I felt her hands shoving away my underwear, and somehow hers were already gone.

  She buried her hands in my hair, clutching me fiercely, moaning into the kiss. Demanding more from me, from the kiss. I gave her more.

  Kissed her harder. Palmed her cheek and inhaled her scent and gave her my breath and groaned low in my chest.

  "Corin...I need you."

  "I'm here, Tate."

  She rolled to her back, and I was above her. Tate's hands carved over my shoulders and down my spine, and then cupped my ass, pulling at me eagerly. "No, Corin...I need you."

  I delved my face down between her breasts, nuzzling, and then lapped at her nipples, sucked one into my mouth, tongue flicking against it, and she threw her head back, spine arching, hips thrusting, a shriek escaping her mouth. I pressed my knees between her thighs, and she let her legs fall apart, and I feathered my fingers against her clitoris, circling gently, nudging, tweaking, and my mouth passed from breast to breast, nibbling, teeth sawing against her nipples, tongue flitting and circling until she was gyrating against my fingers, her hands on my head, pulling at me so I couldn't stop paying worship to her breasts with my mouth.

  "Corin! Corin...god, Corin!" she panted, whimpering my name over and over again as she came. "Please, Corin, please, fuck...please, I need you so bad."

  She reached between our bodies and clutched my cock, wrapping her thighs around my back, and I felt her shuddering through her orgasm even as she guided me to her opening.

  "I'm here, Tate. I'm here."

  "I need you inside me."

  "Take me there, baby."

  She stared up at me, mouth open, lips trembling, brows furrowed. I felt her slit welcoming my cock, tight and soaked. "You feel me, Corin?"

  I pressed a fist into the pillow beside her face and slowly sank into her. "I feel you."

  She cried out as I entered her. "Oh--oh...oh fuck, Corin. You feel so fucking huge."

  "Am I hurting you?"

  "No, god no--it's perfect." She clutched my ass with one hand and gripped my loose hair with the other. "More, Corin. Give me more. Give me all of you."

  I was going slowly, excruciatingly, so I didn't hurt her, so she had time to relax around me. I moaned as I filled her, my forehead against hers, our breathing synched. Inch by inch, I slid in, until our hips met.

  "There, Tate. You have every inch of me."

  She was breathless, panting, moaning. "I've...I've never felt anything like this. Like you."

  "Me neither."

  "I need you to move now, Corin." She palmed my ass with both hands and pulled at me. "Please. Just you being inside me feels so good I could come."

  "I know, god, I know."

  "Don't come yet, Corin. I want us to come together."

  "I've never come at the same time as anyone before."

  She pushed her hips against me. "Neither have I," she murmured. "So...wait for me, okay?"

  I pulled back, hesitated, and then pushed back in, and Tate threw her head back, spine arched, crying out.

  "Again!" she demanded.

  I thrust into her again, and she hooked her heels behind my thighs and met my thrust with one of her own, and then neither of us could hold back, neither of us could stop ourselves. We moved in unison, thrust for thrust. Gasping together, our eyes locked, lips meeting in stuttering, helpless kisses now and then.

  I felt her tighten around me, felt her begin to quake. "You're coming, aren't you, Tate?"

  "Yes, god yes Corin, I'm coming." She wrapped her hand into my hair and clutched my ass with the other. "Come with me now, Corin. Come with me!"

  I stopped trying to hold it back, and let loose. I crashed into her, hard and fast, and she cried out, shrieking wildly, deafeningly each time our hips met, screaming with each thrust. She was screaming my name, over and over, and I was growling hers.

  "Now, Corin--" I felt her vaginal walls spasm and lock around mine, and her hips flexed upward as her spine bowed. "Fuck--now! Come with me now!"

  "Tate, Jesus...I'm coming!" I shouted, grinding into her as I unleashed my orgasm inside her.

  We came together, heat and ecstasy crashing through us, sending us into paroxysms of delirium. It was an eternity, us climaxing together.

  And when it ended, we were tangled up together, panting, sweaty.

  And we fell asleep like that.

  I woke up to find Tate above me.

  On top of me.

  Her thighs were on either side of my hips, her shins beside my thighs. She was everywhere; she was everything. Her breasts draped against my face, soft and warm and heavy, and I nuzzled them as she dragged their tips down my face, down my chest, my stomach. I watched her clutch them and squeeze them around my cock, and then she slid her body back up mine. I felt her slit dragging over my cock. Her hands were everywhere too, clutching my erection, palming my abs, my hips, digging into my hair, cupping my face. The touching and rubbing turned to gyrating, which turned to grinding.

  I palmed her ass as she moved on top of me, and then she pinioned my wrists over my head with one of her hands, using my wrists as a point of leverage so she could reach between our bodies. She grinned at me, her face inches from mine, as she guided me into her.

  Nudging the tip of my cock between the tight lips of her pussy, she hesitated. Waiting.

  I leaned up, kissing her. "You're my every fantasy, Tate."

  "I know." She smirked. "That's not what I want to hear, though."

  My mouth and my heart conspired together, and ran away from my brain.

  "I love you, Tate Kingsley," I said, shocking myself.

  She blinked down at me, shock on her face, and then, in that moment of surprise, she sank down onto me, taking me all the way into her until I was bottomed out inside her, our hipbones bumping, a cry of shocked bliss ripping from her lips, a grunt from me.

  She grabbed both of my wrists with her hands, staring down at me. "Say that again, Corin."

  Her pussy tightened around me, hot and wet and pulsing.

  "I love you, Tate Kingsley."

  She cried out again, and I thrust up into her, grinding deeper. "No, let me," she murmured. "Let me."

  She guided my hands to her breasts, and planted one hand on my stomach while she used the other to circle her two middle fingers against her clit. I held still and let her move, let her do everything. I just massaged and caressed her tits as she began to rise up on her knees so my cock slid out of her with a wet sucking noise, and then she sat down on me, hard, so I drilled int
o her with another wet squishing sound.

  "You hear us?" I asked.

  "I love the sounds we make." She bent over me, kissed me. Stayed like that, my cock thrust deep, crushing her breasts against my chest, kissing me with trembling lips. Her eyes were wide and amber-green and wet with unshed tears. "I love you, Corin Badd."

  I don't mind admitting my throat closed, and my heart stopped beating for a minute, and I had to blink away emotion-fraught haziness from my eyes. I mean, I know my brothers love me, and I know my parents loved me--but...Mom died when I was young so I don't really remember her, and Dad wasn't super vocal about it, and as brothers we're not into being all I love you, man all the time, so that's not a phrase I've heard a lot.

  It's meaningful to me.

  Hearing Tate say it to me, knowing she meant it, knowing she wasn't just saying it back...

  Fuck it--I got a little emotional, okay? Sue me.

  Tate laughed through a sob, her thumb brushing at my eyes. "Really?"

  "One time only thing, honeypot, don't get used to it."

  Our fingers tangled, over my head. Tate pressed her mouth to mine, gasping, kissing.

  "I'm gonna make you come, now," she said. "Don't hold it back. Just give it to me."

  "Okay."

  "And when you come, say my name, and tell me you love me."

  She started moving, and buried deep like this, all she had to do was roll her hips, slapping her ass down against my thighs, and I started to lose it within seconds.

  "Jesus, Tate," I gasped. "I'm already fighting it."

  She bit my lower lip and rolled her hips faster, making that beautiful ass of hers smack even harder, even louder. "Don't fight. Just come, Corin."

  "It's gonna be fast," I breathed.

  "Good."

  "Like...holy fuck--like right now!" I lost myself to grunting wordlessly as the orgasm ripped through me. "Tate! Oh god, Tate...I love you, I love you, god I fucking love you, Tate."

  She stared down at me, watching me as I came, and she rode me until I started softening inside her. When I was finally finished, she collapsed onto me, still straddling me, her pussy dripping and smearing messily. "Was that your fantasy, Corin?"

  "So much more than just my fantasy," I said, caressing her everywhere I could reach.

  "Am I too heavy for you, like this?"

  "Not even close."

  "So I could fall asleep right now, and you wouldn't mind?"

  I feathered my hands into her hair. "Nothing could make me happier."

  13

  Tate

  * * *

  We stayed messy, sleeping like that for another hour or two--I don't even know how long, actually, since at some point the clock got knocked off the table.

  Eventually, without moving me, Corin grabbed the phone and ordered room service. When it arrived, I hid beneath the sheets while Corin wrapped a towel around his waist, signing the receipt to charge the food to our room. We ate naked, and watched a movie on the pay-per-view. Normally I refused to pay twenty bucks for a movie, but this was a fuck-it kind of scenario.

  So we watched, like, sixty bucks worth of movies and ate over a hundred dollars in room service and wine.

  At which point the sky outside was dark, but we didn't care--we had the room 'til noon the following day.

  Finally, replete, buzzed from wine, I lay naked on the bed, and glanced at Corin. "I'm crusty. I need a shower."

  He grinned at me. "I could stand to be clean."

  I slid off the bed, an idea forming. Walking away, I paused in the doorway of the bathroom, posing for him, staring back at him over my shoulder. "So join me."

  He hopped off the bed, trotting after me.

  "And Corin?" I said, stopping. "Bring your phone." I waited for him, and then sat down on the closed toilet seat. I took his phone from him, brought up the video camera, and aimed it at him. "My turn," I said.

  He grasped his cock in his fist, and began stroking it. I had his whole body in the shot, recording each movement. He went slow, taking his time making himself hard. And then, once he was erect, he continued to caress his cock in slow, steady strokes. Each jerk of his fist down his length sent shudders through me, until I was trembling with anticipation, eager to watch him come, hungry to see him explode, needing to feel his cum all over me. It was crazy, what I was feeling. New, wild, and dirty, something I'd never have imagined myself feeling. Nor could I fathom doing this with anyone else.

  But then...I couldn't fathom ever being with anyone else again, anyway.

  So this was just...something new, for me and Corin.

  Eventually, I was so worked up from watching Corin masturbate that my thighs were quivering and my core was aching, and I needed to touch myself. I held the phone in one hand and slipped my fingers between my thighs, touching myself just enough to elicit a moan, and then I reached up and pinched my nipple before returning my fingers to my clit.

  "Fuck, Tate. You touch yourself like that, and it's gonna be over soon," he growled.

  "Yeah? You're close?" I breathed.

  "Shit...yeah. Especially when you play with yourself like that."

  I spread my thighs apart, handing him the phone. "You record now."

  He angled the phone up high so he was recording both of us, his fist sliding on his cock and my fingers flying around my clit. I gasped as I neared the edge, but slowed down to back away, wanting to come at the same time as Corin. Holding back was impossible, though, as I watched his big fist glide down his thick cock, squeezing around the fat pink head and then down to the root, pumping himself slowly. The closer he got, the faster he began to pump. I reached out, snagged a bottle of lotion from the counter, and squirted some onto his cock, and then as he stroked himself his fist made a sticky wet slick noise that somehow turned me on even more, and I had to touch myself, had to finger the hot hard button of my throbbing clit and pinch my nipples, crying out as I fell over the edge, thrusting my hips against my fingers, legs splayed open so he could record every bit of me as I spasmed and whimpered through my orgasm.

  I didn't stop. Even when the orgasm faded, I kept touching myself, because I could tell Corin was close. His legs were shaking, his knees buckling, his hips flexing, grunts escaping him.

  In my fantasy, he'd jerked himself to orgasm, and I had just knelt there watching, taking it as he came.

  In reality, though, I was incapable of inaction.

  As he neared his own climax, I knelt on the tile in front of Corin, staring up at him, at the camera. "Are you gonna come now, baby?" I asked.

  "Yeah, honeypot...I'm...fuck. I'm getting close."

  I grabbed his wrist to stop him, taking over. Both hands, sliding up and down his slick length. Gliding, twisting, jerking, pumping. He was groaning nonstop now, hips grinding, fucking my hands.

  "Tate..." he snarled.

  "Now," I demanded, staring up at him, gazing at the camera, and then his eyes beyond it. "Come all over me, Corin."

  I sucked in a breath of anticipation as he snarled breathlessly; I slowed my strokes, using both hands to twist down his length from tip to root. He threw his head back, and I knew this was the moment. I shifted closer, pumping him fast, now. He sagged, grunting, thrusting, cursing, and then he came.

  A thick stream of white cum spurted out of him and spattered onto my left cheek and across my lips, and then, as I fisted his length as fast as I could, he grunted, another stripe painting my face, spattering over my forehead, over my nose, down my lips and onto my chin. I licked my lips, tasting his cum, and then he spurted yet more onto me, dripping onto my cleavage, over my left breast, and I tilted him to the side a little so his next spurt dripped onto my right breast, coating my nipple. He sagged, and I took his cock into my mouth, sucking around his head, bobbing to fuck and suck the last few drops out of him, continuing to bob on him until he cried out jaggedly, pulling away roughly so he slipped out of my mouth with a pop.

  "Jesus, Tate," he breathed. "Just...Jesus."

  He stared
down at me, and then he knelt, handing me the phone. I recorded him as he lifted me back onto the toilet, filming down the length of my body as he buried his face between my thighs, devouring my throbbing clit. He pinched both of my nipples, rolling them, tweaking and flicking just this side of painful, exactly how I liked it, his mouth and tongue doing wild, crazy things to me, bringing me to a screaming orgasm within minutes.

  He leaned away, and I filmed him wiping my juices off of his mouth, and then he took the phone from me to record me as I was, slumped down on the toilet seat, legs splayed apart, his cum on my face and tits.

  And then, finally, I hit the stop button.

  We spent almost thirty minutes in the shower, cleaning each other thoroughly, kissing until our lips were swollen and we were gasping.

  We watched one more movie, and then fell asleep wrapped up together.

  I woke up to Corin's raging erection snugged between the globes of my ass and his hands roaming my body.

  I twisted around just enough to find his mouth with mine. "Morning, love," I murmured.

  "Good morning, honeypot," he murmured back. "Also, I love you."

  I loved hearing that.

  It made me shudder all over, happiness thrilling through me.

  His hands found every sensitive, erogenous spot on my body, plying me into gasping flights of climax, and as I shattered under his hands, I reached back between our bodies, lifted my thigh to bare my pussy for him, and guided him into me as we spooned. His hands clutched my breasts, and I touched myself, and he moved in me, whispering my name over and over and over, mixing in declarations of love, and I returned it all, grinding back against him, crying out his name as I came again and again, shouting my love for him as he poured into me.

  Again, and again, and again, into the afternoon, we made love. Standing up, my hands on the windowsill, the curtains closed, driving into me from behind; bent over the bed; sitting up on the bed, tangled up in a Kama Sutra position; in the shower, his hands lifting me, his hips pinning me against the shower stall wall as he drove into me roughly, our bodies slapping noisily, wetly; on our hands and knees on the floor, doggy-style, my tits flopping, his hips clapping against my jiggling ass.