Who doesn't love a bad girl?

Chapter 3

DANNY

So sexy. So unbelievably sexy. He wanted me. I don't know about all of that stuff though: I mean, I had barely spoken 10 words to the guy. I'm not a virgin, nowhere near in fact. I had a slut phase from freshman year to the end of junior. My total is 173. When I said 'slut phase' I wasn't lying.

I couldn't let this guy just have me. There was some sort of pull. I was being drawn to him. I could already tell that he would mean more than a hook up. I pulled away from him, breathing heavy in his ear, as he was doing the same.

"Pax" He just continued to breathe. I tried to resist, but I couldn't take it. I reconnected our lips and we kissed with a rush, a passion, a drive. We needed each other. I found out a few years ago that there was an extra training room without windows and a lockable door.

I rolled over, so that I was on top and I disconnected our lips. I stood up and held out my hand. He took it just using it to pull me closer, my back to his chest. He kissed up and down my neck the entire walk. Thank god the room wasn't far, because I didn't know how long I would be able to control myself. We walked into the room, and Pax locked the door. He grabbed me, pushed me against the wall jamming our lips together. I moaned into his mouth as he was tracing lazy circles on my abdomen. He smiled onto my lips as he continued a trail of kisses down my neck.

My hands were around his neck, and I pulled him in closer grinding my pelvis into his. Now it was Pax's turn to do the moaning.

PAX

She started grinding her hips into mine, and I couldn't control myself. I picked her up, resulting in an adorable yelp, and set her on the floor, positioning myself in between her legs. At this point I couldn't resist her there was some sort of pull, I had no clue what it was, as I had never felt before. I have never been in a serious relationship, I mean like dating and shit. I've just hooked up. I tried out a relationship during freshman year of college, but she just used me. I had a full scholarship for martial arts, and was studying that and anatomy. Stuff useful. I'm already a professional boxer, so just stuff that could enhance me. Make me the best.

Danny was fast. I'm talking really fast. Almost as fast as me. Almost. In one swift movement she managed to pick me up, and basically do a summersault with me attached to her. This made her on top, facing the door. This girl couldn't be more than 120. I'm 195. Holy shit. This girl is perfect. As she is straddling me I take the moment to look at her. I found something I didn't notice before: Gauges. They are the same as mine. A 00g. She is also wearing a tank top and I can now tell that she has two sleeves and a chest full of tattoos. Again, same as mine. Shit. She is perfect. She has well defined muscles, and obviously works out a lot, but manages to still have easily a DD chest.

She has moved down to my neck, her tongue trailing my jawline and then down to my collar bone. She nips her way to my earlobe, and when she gets there she bites. Oh my god. She's a freak too. I swear to god, it's like I made her in a computer. I grip her ass as hard as I can, and slap it, letting her know I like it that way. She whimpers into a kiss on my neck and I grin. I cup her face with one hand, the other lightly choking her. I bring her to my face and I kiss her. She bites my bottom lip and I open my mouth for her. Her tongue is harsh. Tastes faintly of vodka, like she took a shot just before she came in. But it tastes more like weed. I groan into her mouth, and she smiles.

Her hand reaches down to my dick, which is the hardest I've seen it. Ever. She touches me and I hiss. She notices and sits up, pulling on my shirt. As soon as we sit up, she yanks of her shirt and I follow suit. Once my shirt is off she uses both hands to push me down on the mat, resulting in a quiet clap. She kisses her way down my abs and moves on to my dick. I get even harder, something I didn't know was possible. She teases me and faintly kisses the head of my throbbing member. I hiss again, causing her to smile. Danny rips off both my underwear and shorts in one motion, and takes me in. All of me. I have yet to meet a girl who could do that, and I was a single professional boxer for two years (aka I was a man whore with girls throwing themselves at my and sucking me off in public just to say they did something with me). I don't know how many girls I've slept with. I lost track around 90, I think.

I closed my eyes, and moaned louder than I ever have. I'm assuming she is just as experienced as I am, because when I open my eyes she is sucking and toying with my balls while sliding a condom onto me, that she pulled out of her bra. Funny, I always kept mine in my wallet. I flip her over, ripping of her boy shorts, to find that she is wearing nothing underneath. I kiss her exposed breasts. She must've taken that off while I was taking care of her shorts. I slip a finger inside. Then two. Then my dick. She is screaming now, and I don't even care if these walls aren't soundproof. Her screaming my name is something that no one should be deprived of hearing.