Falling For The Bad Guy.

Chapter Twelve

"He's been kidnapped?" I ask. "No. He left. He's gone completely off the border, no trace of him anywhere." What? Where did he go? "I lied to you before." I let Peter know. "What about?" He asks. "When you asked if I had searched his profile up, I have. I know He's not anywhere to be found, but a while ago he let me know that he came from a rough background and had to change his name." "What kind of background did he mention?" "Not one where his mother and sister were serial killers." "I've always had a bad feeling about him, I've never liked that dude and I never will." "I've been with him a couple of times, he's not a bad person I swear." I say, defending James's character. "He got with you before I had a chance to make a move?" He says, pissed off. "Did you want to make a move?" I ask. "I had planned on it. I just didn't know when the right time was." And even if it's not the "right time", I want it to be. "Well when was it going to be the right time?!" I yell, fiercely. "Maybe if you weren't out fucking James I'd be with you right now!" Our argument isn't a real fight, and it's ironically hilarious. I burst out laughing at his words. "What's so funny?!" He shouts, also laughing. "Shut up!" I scream. "Make me!" He yells. "Fine." "Fine!" With that, I go over to him and press his face against mine. It feels so good to be in control of my body, and my decisions. One kiss by his lips, and I have electricity coursing through my veins. I have his marking on my soul. I have a shiver running down my spine, a tingle between my legs, and an ultimate craving for more. I want him. I need him. He doesn't ask if I'm sure, he knows I'm positive that this is what I want right now. I need his touch. He slides his hand down my pants and starts to rub. I'm wet within seconds and begging for more. "Take this off." He insists. I take off my shirt and place my ass on top of his crotch. When I rock my hips on him, I feel him start to get hard. Oh. It's huge. I put his bottom lip between mine, and I know how badly he wants it by my teasing. He groans as he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me into the bedroom. He places me with perfect force onto the bed. He rips his shirt off and I moan just looking at his chest. He. Is. Perfect. He looks like he was built by the gods. I always knew he was muscular, but the shirt covered up to much. He unzips my pants and slides them down my legs. I take off my underwear and he licks his lips as he views my body. "Fuck." He says. He kisses my neck first, and as he makes his way down, my body becomes hot. We're the definition of hot right now. When he reaches my lower stomach, he sticks his tongue out and licks the top of my sweet spot. He goes in for more as he makes his way down, and as his tongue gets faster and faster, I get wetter and wetter. I run my fingers through his hair and pull as he gently tugs on the skin between my thighs. "Don't do that." He says. "Why not?" I ask. "Cause I'll come before I get to feel the inside of you." "Fair enough. But don't stop." I beg. "I wasn't going to." He smirks, looking up at me.  That drives me wild. I reach my climax and when I begin to moan his name, he takes his pants off and slides into me. He thrusts into me and I can't breathe. Our bodies, moving back and forth, the bed feels like it's going to break. I'm sweating, and breathless. I run my nails down his back and squeeze his butt. Even if he doesn't want to admit he likes it, I could tell by the moan that leaves his lips. We're the perfect freaks. I push him back by his shoulders, and get on top of him. I grab what's not inside of me, and rub it over and over again. I grind against his cock and it drives him crazy. At first I'm slow, but the slower I go the more we both want it. I pick up the pace and he puts his hands on my hips. I hear the sound of our bodies clapping together and it's so pleasurable. He moans my name, "Rebecca, I'm gonna, I'm gonna come." "Me too." We reach our climax together, and I fall back onto the bed. "What? How did you? Your hips are heavenly." He says. I could see I've blown his mind, and he has mine. "I'm that good ain't I?" I say, with a smile. "You fucking loved every minute of it." He laughs. "That's the best thing that's ever happened to me." I admit. He has temporarily cured the pain from the undeniably chaotic train wreck that has recently been my life. I put my hand on his chest and get closer to him, getting under his arm that's wrapped around me. "I didn't know you could be that good." I say. "I don't brag, but I know what I do to a woman." He says. Jesus fucking Christ, his confidence is sexy. "You got a lick. Am I sweet enough for you?" I ask, referring to our hospital room flirting. "Sweeter than sugar." He says, kissing my neck. "Round two?" I ask. "Not for me. But I have something in store for you." He says, putting his face between my thighs, again. I couldn't have possibly imagined I'd be this in love with the sight of a handsome face between my thighs. He pumps his two fingers into me, along with his tongue. How could someone be this good? Making me come over and over again, I don't ever want this moment to end. But eventually, it does. As every good thing eventually comes to a crashing halt. It's when Peter and I are lying in bed together, when he gets the phone call. The phone call that would change the progression of everything. The person on the end of the line let us know something that would make me want to end it all. "Twenty one more people have gone missing." That was the news I received after a wonderful night. The cult is progressing, and this is never going to end.