INFLUENCED: A Good Girl, Bad Boy Love Story Page 15

  Her arms extended towards me while her eyes peered over my head. She was reaching for something in her dance, casting her net out, hoping for someone to catch her, and that someone was going to be me. Standing on her tiptoes, she reached out toward me again, and then descended, before doing it a third time, but this time, instead of over me, she looked right into my eyes.

  A single tear fell from her lashes, and she came back down on her feet and wrapped her arms around her chest, metaphorically pulling my love into her heart. I wasn’t a poet, and I wasn’t a dance instructor, but I was a man in love, and it didn’t take any of those other professions to know what Megan was trying to say to me.

  When the song stopped, ending with Megan on her knees, her arms in the air intertwined with each other, only my raging erection stopped me from leaping off the bed and cradling her into my arms.

  “You’re the most beautiful fucking creature to ever walk this planet, and I am one lucky son of a bitch,” I whispered to her.

  “Yeah, you are,” she said winking at me, as she stood.

  “My girl is getting cocky?” I arched my eyebrows.

  “Maybe, but it looks like you are too,” she laughed, motioning at the tented sheet draped across my waist.

  “Oh, don’t you worry, Miss Reese, I can show you cocky.”

  I watched as her hands went to the hem of her tank top and slowly lifted, revealing first, her flat, toned mid section, and next, her plump chocolate breasts. The perfect size for me to grab onto. Over the last few days, I had been pleased to find out that Megan highly enjoyed her breast play.

  “You’ll have to catch me first,” she squealed, tossing her balled up top at my face and heading out our bedroom door.

  What the hell?

  Jumping out of bed, confused, I took off after her. On the other side of our room stood the spacious living and dining area, as well as the open floor plan kitchen, but scanning the space, there was no sight of Megan.

  “Marco?” a beautiful question came from my right.

  The white french doors leading out to the pool were cracked, with only a dainty arm sticking through, holding a very familiar pair of pink panties.

  “Who's the perv now,” I whispered to myself. “Polo, baby, I’m coming,” I yelled, darting in her direction.

  Dropping the panties as I approached the door, I watched in wonder as Megan flew through the night toward the sparkling pool. Even though I didn’t need to, I still felt the urge to look around to make sure no one was watching, and there were no lights coming from the main house. Dragging my eyes back to Megan, I gazed at her skin as the moon reflected off of her. She was an absolute stunning creature.

  “You just gonna stand there and stare all day, or you coming?” She said, dipping one toe into the warm crystal water.

  She didn’t have to ask me twice.

  Leaping out of the house, I ran right for her, prepared to take her in with me. I watched as her eyebrows lifted, knowing exactly what was coming for her. She didn’t even attempt to move, making my boyish smile take over my face, as my arms came out to wrap around her body.

  It was too bad, I didn’t see it coming.

  Like the trained and agile dancer she was, at the last moment, Megan dropped into the splits, and I caught air, instead of her warm body, and I was just going too fast to stop. Head first, I plummeted into the pool, without my shorts, and without my Peaches. I could hear the laughter even under the water.

  Sputtering as I came up, I looked up to find Megan, keeled over, grabbing her stomach in laughter.

  “Oh God, Spencer, you should have seen your face, at the last second, when you thought you had me. Oh my God. I’ll never forget it.”

  “That wasn’t very nice,” I said, injecting as much sadness as I could into my voice. Swimming over to the edge of the pool, I looked up at her, and gave her the saddest eyes I could muster, while keeping a straight face.

  “I’m sorry, Spencer. I couldn’t help myself,” she laughed nervously, believing my sorrow show.

  When I didn’t respond, her laughter died. I felt a little bad inside, but it was all in good fun, she’d see that after my payback.

  Placing my hands on the edge of the pool, I pretended to hoist myself up, but at the last second, grabbed her wrist and tugged her backwards with me.

  Her screech filled the night air as our splash echoed around us. When we both came out from under the water, her laughter filled my ears.

  “You big jerk,” she said, splashing me with water.

  “Hey, you started it, Peaches.” I splashed her back.

  We continued splashing each other, or diving under the water, trying to grab the others ankle and pull them down with us. I hadn’t had this much fun in this pool since I had been a boy, playing with Chase. I didn’t want to think about Chase though, those thoughts were for another day. Somehow, in my musings, Megan ended up in the shallow end of the pool, fifteen feet from where I was currently standing.

  Stalking towards her, I grabbed her around the waist and dragged her roughly into my body.

  “Marco,” I whispered into her ear.

  “Polo,” she whispered back.

  It didn’t matter how many times I had had her in the last few days, I was insatiable, and it looked like she was as well. Jumping up, her legs wrapped around my waist, the warmth of her center nestling against the head of my cock pressed against my belly. With our lips devouring each other, I waded to the side of the pool, and set her on the towel she had been sunbathing on earlier in the afternoon.

  Disengaged from her talented tongue, I spread her thighs apart while her feet glided through the water.

  “I’m gonna make you come, Peaches,” I said, my finger gliding into her wet pussy, “And when you’ve come all over my fingers, I’m gonna make you come again, all over my tongue,” I growled, demonstrating with a single flick to her engorged clit, “And when I’ve tasted all you have to offer and you don’t think you have the energy left to come a third time, I’m gonna make you scream my name one more time, as you come all over my cock.”

  With two fingers, I thrusted deep inside of her, to the throaty moan over my head. I watched, bewitched, as her eyes closed to the sensations I was delivering to her body. I wanted to taste, wanted to stick my head between her sexy thighs and feel them grip the sides of my face, but I had a promise to uphold, and I was going to honor it.

  “Harder, Spencer, Harder, please,” She moaned.

  “Open your eyes, Peaches. Open your eyes and watch me as I fuck this beautiful pussy,” my chest rumbled.

  Her eyes flew open, finding mine before she glanced down at where my fingers had disappeared. Bringing my thumb up, I found her clit and pressed it, but didn’t move, building the orgasm until she couldn’t take anymore. With a third finger, I thrusted into her as she watched me finger fuck her into oblivion.

  “Oh God, Spencer. I’m gonna fucking come,” she shouted

  With two more thrusts of my fingers and a twitter of my thumb, Megan clenched around me, her juices coating my hand, her walls trembling and gripping my fingers. The entire time, she kept her eyes opened and watched as her body convulsed around me, and then watched as my head joined my fingers.

  “Spencer, no I can’t. It’s too soon.”

  “You can, and you will, I promise, you can take it.”

  With her body still quivering, and her internal walls still groping my fingers, I licked at the cream drenched on my hand. Sweetness and honey, her intoxicating flavor.

  Like a starved man possessed, my tongue sought out her overly sensitive clit and gingerly lapped at it as Megan’s knees closed in on my ears, trembling with every pass.

  “Too sensitive, Spence,” she panted, falling back on the towel.

  “Trust me, I won’t hurt you,” I whispered into her, before blowing on the tender flesh.

  It didn’t take very long for Megan’s legs to stop shaking, and for her moans to drown out the sound of my tongue. I was a noisy eater and I didn
’t care who knew it, I just couldn’t get enough of her flavor. Faster than the first, I could feel her impending explosion, as her heels dug into my shoulders, while my arms, wrapped around her thighs, kept her steady.

  “I can’t do it, Spencer, I’m going to die.”

  No was the only word I was able to mumble out between my vigorous sucking and tongue lashing. I was so far gone, I couldn’t fathom stopping now, luckily I knew her pleas were cries of ecstasy, not cries of pain.

  She didn’t even tell me this time when it happened, she didn’t have to. The throaty outcry that pierced the night spoke for her, and she attempted to squirm away from my greedy mouth as I lapped up the proof of her orgasm.

  “Oh God, Spencer. What are you doing to me?” she panted out, clutching onto her chest as she sat up, watching me lick lazy circles along her thighs, cleaning up the mess she made.

  “I believe I was fulfilling my earlier promise, and eating the juiciest peach in existence,” I grinned.

  “Perv,” she whispered.

  “Only for you, baby, and I do believe there was one more thing on my list of to-do. Or did you forget already?”

  Even after two orgasms, I knew my girl was eager for another. Her eyes told me, even if her mouth never moved. Her flushed complexion and her labored breathing, mixed with the way she licked her lips, let me know she was willing and ready.

  “Do you want this, baby?” I said, standing back and gripping my cock underwater. “Say you want it.”

  I didn’t know what I expected her to say, probably nothing, but as always, Megan shocked the shit out of me.

  “Yes, Spencer, I want you to fuck me. Please,” she breathed.

  I almost blew my load right there in the water at the way she said it. Hot, husky, and filthy, something I would have never guessed would fall from Megan’s lips.

  Hoisting myself out of the water, Megan leaned back on the towel with one leg propped up as I hovered over her.

  “You have a dirty mouth, you know that?” I leaned in to kiss her, my cock nudging at her entrance.

  “It’s your fault. You’re a bad influence.”

  Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them above her head, before diving in for her neck. I couldn’t stop myself, her little noises spurring me on, my dick pleading with me for release. He would have to be patient though, because I was in no hurry, and I had every intention of blowing her mind.

  “Please Spencer, I need you to fuck me, now,” she begged, pulling one of her hands free and reaching between us to grab me and squeeze.

  “Fuuuuuck, Peaches. Keep doing that with your hand.”

  Her dainty fingers wrapped around the crown of my dick, massaging me as I attacked her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders. Before I could blow, I needed to be inside of her.

  As if sensing my urgency, she guided my thickness to her entrance and raised her hips up to meet me. With no finesse, I plunged into her like a pile driver, making her cry out.

  “Don’t you fucking stop, Spencer, don’t you dare fucking stop.”

  Damn, what had I done to this woman? Maybe I really was a bad influence.

  Grabbing her wrist again and joining it with the other, I plowed into her with every bit of strength I could muster. Within seconds, the sweat was trickling off my brow, dripping between our two soaked bodies as we took what we needed from each other and gave everything in return.

  I could feel her tightening around me, but we were not done yet, not even close. Letting her hands go and pulling out, Megan opened her eyes to see why I had stopped.

  I didn’t give her a chance to ask before standing, scooping her up into my arms, and carrying her over to the plush outdoor recliner. Once there, I deposited her on her front, and pushed her knees into her chest.

  Just seeing her open for me, dripping, was enough to fuel the already raging inferno burning inside of me. Grabbing an ass cheek in each hand, I bent my head down and sucked on her clit to just get another taste.

  “Oh Fuck!” she cried out.

  Standing, I straddled the chair, and with no warning, drove into her again.

  “Fuck.” I didn’t think it was possible to be this deep, but with every drive home, I nudged parts of her no one else ever had. I was her first, and her only.

  “You’re mine, Peaches. Forever,” I shouted, plunging into her half crazed with lust and fully filled with love and adoration.

  “Yes, Spencer Grant. I’m yours forever!”

  With that, we both ruptured in mutual bliss, my come shooting deep inside of her as I continued to thrust, while she held on for dear life. What we did wasn’t sensual or romantic, it was fucking raw, and intense, tripled by the amount of love flowing through the both of us. This wasn’t some random hook-up, or a quickie with a waitress in a bar bathroom. This was love, and this was what I had been waiting for.

  “I love you, Marco.”

  “I love you too, Polo.”

  * * *

  “You know, I really wanted to take you to dinner before we have to go back to work and leave our bubble, Peaches.”

  “I know, but I’m so tired, and my hair's a mess, Spencer,” she said, picking up her still damp strands as we laid in front of the fireplace.

  “I think you look fucking gorgeous.”

  And she did. The fire in the room, although not sweltering, cast a gentle light in the living space as we sat there eating our leftover chinese from lunch.

  “Tell me something, Peaches,” I said, “When did you start having a crush on me?

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, seriously. I wanna know. I mean I know I’m damn good looking, but when did you know you wanted to bone me?”

  God, her laugh would kill me.

  “You’re so bad, and I’m not answering you,” she said, putting down her chopsticks and crossing her arms over her chest in mock anger.

  “Please,” I begged, pushing out my lips and rounding my eyes.

  “I gotta learn how to say no to you,” she laughed again, picking up her sticks and resuming her meal. “I think I was nine. You came to one of my dance recitals, wearing that ridiculous leather coat with your hair slicked back. All the other girls in the dance kept peeking around the corner and talking about the cute guy, and when I realized they were talking about you, I laughed at them.”

  “Cut me to the quick, Peaches,” I said, stabbing my chopsticks into my heart.

  “I’m not done yet, jerk. Anyway, after the recital, when you came over and gave me the flowers from your dad, all the girls got jealous, and I just remember thinking that you were kinda cute, even if you were mean to me. So, after that, I started doing what a nine year old thinks flirting is,” she shrugged, slurping a low mein noodle between her lips.

  “Tell me, I don’t remember,” I asked, fully entranced with the way her mouth moved as she spoke. I knew what she did back then, and at seventeen, it had annoyed the shit out of me, now, I thought differently.

  “Well, it was really stupid. I left my favorite teddy bear on your bed as a gift, but I never saw it again, and then, I don’t know, I started following you around everywhere, hoping you would notice me. I put flowers all over your car once, although, now that I think about it, I think they were weeds. God, this is so embarrassing.”

  “No, it’s not. I love it,” I said, leaning in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. “And, yes. They were weeds.”

  “You’re an ass!” she said, swatting my shoulder.

  “An ass you love?”

  “An ass I love,” she sighed.

  “One sec,” I said, standing abruptly, watching the heat return to her eyes at my low hanging pajama bottoms. “Keep it in your pants, Peaches,” I said, before scurrying off into my room.

  Sifting through the closet, I vaguely remembered it being the last place I saw it. All of my stuff had been stored here when I had gone to Europe, so it had to be here.

  “Viola!”

  With my surprise hidden behind my back, I made my way back into the living
room to find Megan curled on the couch, our dinner cleared away.

  “Whatcha got there?” she asked, her eyebrow lifting up in curiosity.

  “Something a cute little girl left for me a long time ago, that I never properly cherished until now.”

  Producing the bear from behind my back, I watched as Megan’s eyes lit up, and her smile took over her face.

  “You kept it?” she asked, her hands reaching out for the bear.

  “Of course I did, and you can’t have it, it’s mine,” I said, pulling it back into my chest.

  I saw the tears before she even knew they were there. Pulling her in close, I kissed her forehead.

  “I love you, Megan. So fucking much.”

  “I love you too, Spencer. Forever and always.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Megan

  The last thing I remembered from the night before was snuggling into Spencer’s bare chest and falling fast asleep. In the few days of vacation we had, I found myself convinced it was all a dream. Surely, I wasn’t living with a guy I was head over heels in love with.

  The best part, it was all real.

  My name was being called out to me, urging me from my dreamworld. I moaned and turned over, pulling the blanket over my head.

  “Give me five more minutes, Lucinda,” I groaned, not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed.

  “Umm--I hope Lucinda has never woken you up with a hard on before,” came Spencer’s deep voice, jerking me from my drowsy state.

  My eyes shot open to find my handsome boyfriend looking down me, grin on his face and, as my eyes traveled, a nice blanket tent formed at his waist.

  I giggled as he leaned over to me, his lips claiming mine instantly, dragging me into his allure that held me tight. A moan escaped as his lips moved down to my neck, sucking and biting like a starved man.