Be My Bad Boy

“I'm hungry," I said. I went into the kitchen area and freaked. "What's this?"
I stared at a big monster of a stove. It looked like something you'd see in a museum.
"I don't think we'll be cooking much, not unless you know something about historical stoves."
I pulled a bag of corn chips out of the bag of groceries and opened them.
"It looks like a wood oven. Is there any wood stacked anywhere?"
I found some in a basket near the stove. Andy mucked around and got a fire going, we just had to wait for it to heat up. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Arranging the wood in a pile over some newspaper. I'd have not even known where the fire should go.
I looked around some more.

"There is only one bed! What the hell?"
"That's okay," said Andy. "I'll take the sofa."
"The sofa is the bed." It didn't even look that comfortable, to be honest. It was about 60 years old and a couple of the springs looked as if they were busting through the worn fabric.
He didn't say anything, just wriggled his eyebrows.
"We can't share the sofa bed. We just can't." I'd rather sleep in the car.
"Why not? Do you think you can't control yourself around me?" He grinned. A wicked grin that signalled he had something in mind. His eyes locked into mine and did that thing that made me have no control over myself.
"Yeah, I can control myself. I can totally control myself." But my voice sounded strangled and unconvincing even to me.

With that, he walked over and stood within centimetres of me. Heat emulated from his body. He reached down and grabbed my wrists, the calloused skin of his fingers barely touching me. Chills ran from my wrists, through my body. I couldn't look at him. I didn’t want him to be able to see how much I wanted him, but he put his hand under my chin and raised my head. My heart raced so wildly, he must be able to sense it. He stroked my cheek with a touch so light I could barely stand it. I didn't want to submit to him. I remembered how he'd been with that skanky chick. He did this all the time. It was just a game to him. But, at that moment, I just wanted him to kiss me.
I gathered every bit of strength I had and tried to move away. I picked up my bag.
"I have to call Ang, let her know where I am."
That would give me some space. But he took my bag out of my hands.
"You can call her later."
And again, he moved toward me. His face so close to mine, it felt like the promise of a kiss. My hands trembled. I wanted to touch him. I wanted him to touch me. I couldn't even breathe. His hands moved down to circle my waist and he pressed his mouth to my neck. Suddenly, he nipped the skin. A soft nip that sent delicious shivers throughout my whole body.
I moved in closer to him, pressing myself against him. His hands ran down, tickling over my hips and then cupping my butt. His lips ran lines down my neck. I shivered all over.
He bit harder making me moan. I gave a throaty laugh that didn’t sound like my voice at all. This was what he did to me. He made me become someone else and what I needed to decide was: did I like this Hannah? Did I want to be her?

I ran my hands along his chest, tracing his rock hard muscles, moving down to feel his ass. I wanted to touch him as though I were exploring the topography of an unknown land. I want to explore him with my fingers, my mouth, my tongue. I wanted to know the taste of him.
"Have you ever had a man make love to you, Hannah?" He ran his finger along my lips. "Make love to you so that you explode into a million little pieces and aren’t quite sure how to put yourself back together again?"
I almost giggled but the smouldering in his eyes stopped me. That look, it would burn a girl. When his lips met mine, I turned to liquid. I melted into a mess of desire. My hands clutching for him, tangling in his hair and pulling him closer to me. No matter how hard he kissed me, it wasn’t enough. His sharp jaw kind of hurt my face but I didn’t care.
His hands inched up my thighs, under my dress. His fingers moved against my hot flesh and I had no desire to push them away. Even standing there in that horrible kitchen with its smell of rancid fat and fish guts, I'd let him touch me however he wanted.
"What's going on here?" A voice boomed from the doorway.

Notes

Ahh schnitzel. By the way, SORRY IVE BEEN GONE AGAIN XC I had my phone taken away because I got in trouble but eh ;I I've written some chapters on paper so I'll definitely be typing those up soon. I'll be posting regularly again and thanks for staying with me lovelies c: