16. Our Bad Girl
16
OUR BAD GIRL
ANNA
M y heart and pussy throbbed hearing his velvety voice.
I hadn’t thought about Kyle in this way before. I’d always found him handsome and cute, especially the way he looked after Alice and spent time with his grandmother. But now, seeing his dark brown eyes gleam with lust made me want… more .
“And if I’m not?” I asked, my voice barely audible, but I’m sure they heard me. I could feel Caleb’s burning gaze on the back of my neck. His body heat felt closer than before as Kyle closed the distance between us.
It should make me feel embarrassed to lust after another man after being with Caleb in the morning… but I didn’t. I don’t know why, but it somehow felt right.
His hand cupped my cheek, tilting my face up. “Then I’ll have to treat you like the bad slut you are, An.”
My lips parted, his eyes like molten lava, spreading heat and white fiery lust all over my body. Caleb wrapped his arm around my waist, his hips pressing against my ass, making me feel how rock hard he was.
I gulped, feeling them both.
“You’ll be our bad girl, won’t you, pretty?” Caleb asked, his hot breath fanning against my bare neck as he kissed my shoulder, his other hand lowering to scrunch my dress up.
Kyle rubbed his thumb on my bottom lip, rubbing it until I took it in my mouth, my eyes pinned on him. How had I not noticed how handsome he was with his sharp cheekbones and strong nose? His upper lip had a prominent cupid’s bow.
I wanted to kiss it.
His other hand tugged my dress until his long, slender fingers were pressed against the lace of my panties. I arched into his body, sucking his thumb and swirling my tongue around the pad when Caleb pressed harder, pushing me on him, my soft breasts pressing on Kyle’s shirt and feeling the hard panes of his chest.
Oh God. This was getting too hot, too sudden .
“Fuck, Anna,” Kyle growled when I bit his thumb. His glasses slid lower on his nose, his eyes dark. “I want to fuck your pretty lips.”
“Do it,” I breathed out when he pulled out his thumb. Caleb’s hand cupped my pussy through the dress, making me mewl.
“She’s soaking wet for us, Kyle,” he said, clicking his tongue and talking to him as if I wasn’t there. “You should fuck her throat while I take her tight cunt. Sounds like a plan, hm?”
“Y-yes?—”
“I don’t think he was asking you, Anna.” Kyle shushed me, raising a brow. “Right, Caleb?”
My eyes widened.
“ Mhmm ,” Caleb replied, cupping my jaw and tilting my face towards him. His boner was so hard, pressing between my cheeks. “We are going to pleasure you for our entertainment, pretty.”
Kyle kissed my bare neck, licking the soft skin above my pulse, making me gasp. “You just lay there and look like the slutty doll you are.” His voice was hoarse, making me wet, goosebumps raising all over. “You’d like that, right?”
“ Yes ,” I moaned, closing my eyes and arching my neck back when their touch overwhelmed all my senses, making me putty in their hands.
Yes. Yes. I wanted them.
Both of them.
All at once.
“I want?—”
The elevator dinged, surprising me as I came back to earth and pushed them away. My eyes were wide as I straightened my dress, tugging up the strap from my right shoulder and blinking at both.
“Anna?”
My eyes snapped in front of me. My mother was standing in front of the elevator with a frown on her wrinkled face.
Oh my God .
“Mom,” I said, my voice high-pitched. I cleared my throat and stepped out, glancing at Caleb and Kyle, who had both of their hands in their pockets with a blank look on their face. But their eyes were pools of molten lust, and the intensity of it made me shiver.
“Mom, did you forget your room?” I asked, wanting to take her away from them. “I can take you?—”
“Whatever,” she grumbled, narrowing her eyes at Caleb and shaking her head. “So much metal on his face.”
I clenched my jaw and turned her away. I mouthed ‘I’m sorry,’ to them and said to her, “If you don’t like piercings and tattoos, don’t comment on it, Mom. Let’s get you to your room.”
She kept grumbling all the way to her room, which was down the hall, her eyes roving over me, making me self-conscious. Did Kyle leave a hickey? He won’t without asking me, but Caleb? He might have ?—
“You wore this dress.”
I sighed and looked at her. Her white hair was in a bun and even though she looked beautiful for her age, the infuriation in her eyes made her look older.
“We talked about this,” I said in a calm voice. “I’m forty-one and I can wear whatever I want at my son’s wedding.”
She rolled her eyes, fluffing the pillow on her bed. “It’s not a dress a sweet, gentle, Christian lady would wear on her son’s wedding.”
I should have known that was coming. She kept prodding me to come with me and Katie for Aaron’s wedding shopping, and we let her join us one day when we were buying our dresses. She reprimanded the employee of the store, made hateful comments when Katie or I dressed up in the dresses we loved, and kept body-shaming us.
We weren’t surprised and tipped the staff well, buying the dresses we loved even though it showed the shape of our body well with some cleavage. But it wasn’t too revealing. Our mother had always been like that, and at her age, she was too stubborn to change.
I remember being twelve and asked to change out of a tee shirt into one of my dad’s shirts because his friend from church was visiting. I didn’t understand what she meant, but looking back, I feel sad for younger me and wish I could hug her.
“You wanted me to get a white dress,” I replied to her and made sure she had her meds by the nightstand. “I don’t want to discuss what I can and cannot wear.”
“Who were those young boys back there?” She asked, removing her earrings.
“Kyle is my neighbor.”
“What about the other one?”
She’s so nosy .
I pursed my lips. “He’s one of Aaron’s friends.”
She hummed and looked at me. Her eyes were getting colder with age. “He looks like a bad-boy.”
“Mom.” I let out a small chuckle, shaking my head. “You watch too much rom-com.”
“What? I’m serious. He looks like Aaron’s dad. If he was Asian.”
“ Mom .” I opened the door, ready to leave, and said, “I’m tired. Alice is with Felix, so if you need anything, call me or Katie, okay?”
“Okay,” she replied. She looked lonely sitting alone on the bed. Dad had passed away years ago from sudden arrhythmia in his sleep. She had lost the purpose of being a good wife when he died and being a good mother when we all moved out, leaving her alone with the ghosts of memories. We tried to be with her as much as we could, even though her personality was not the best to get along.
“Anna,” she called out. I looked over my shoulder. “Don’t make the same mistake you made with Timothy.”
I was confused but nodded. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, honey.”
I didn’t know I had already reached my hotel room until I found two tall men leaning on the opposite door, their hands in their pockets.
“You were waiting for me?” I asked, nearing the door. Their posture was relaxed, but I sensed heavy sexual tension between them. It had been lingering ever since I saw them sitting together at the wedding, but it had increased tenfold since the elevator.
“Of course, pretty,” Caleb said, flashing a charming smile and coming closer. “I won’t be able to sleep with the blue balls you gave me.”
My cheeks flushed and I looked away from him and opened my hotel room door with a card. It beeped and opened, the lock flashing its green light.
“Was your mother okay?” Kyle asked, his voice closer than before.
“Kyle, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to talk about her mom after we almost fucked her in the elevator.” Caleb’s words made my eyes widen, and I turned to reprimand him.
But Kyle was right behind me, pushing me into my room and locking the door behind him.
“Hey!” Caleb’s voice was muffled as he furiously knocked on the door. “Open the door!”
Kyle sighed and looked at me. He cleared his throat and pushed up his glasses. “I needed to talk to you alone.”
“Okay,” I said, jumping when Caleb knocked rather harshly.
“Kyle, open this door now before I do.”
Kyle ignored him and held my hand, gently pulling me into my room and sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Anna, before we go further, I want to make sure if you… l-like me.”