Em hurried up the stairs to Howie’s condo. They were going to watch movies and order pizza. They had been friends for quite a while now. She had always had a crush on him, but never took it any further than friendship. She could tell him anything and he could tell her anything. She looked at her watch.
“Damn. I’m late. He hates it when I’m late!” It didn’t help that it was storming out and she had gotten stuck in a traffic jam. She was soaking wet by the time she was knocking on his door. No one answered. Em sighed and pulled out her keys. Howie had given her one a while ago to keep an eye on the place when he and the rest of the guys were on tour. And he just told her to keep it. She unlocked the door and pushed it open.
“D. Where are you?” she called out. She didn’t get a reply. Where the hell is he she wondered? The only light she could see was coming from the glow of the fireplace and the lightning outside. She put her purse on the kitchen counter. “Howie, where the hell are you?” she called out again. She walked into the sitting room where the fireplace was.
“You’re late!” he said, coming out of his bedroom.
“I know D. I’m sorry. I got caught in a traffic….” She tried to finish but as she looked up at him, her voice caught in her throat. He had is hair down and he had a five o’clock shadow on his face. His eyes looked very dark. Darker than they were usually. Em felt her heart begin to race. He looked extremely sensual to her. She loved it when he had his hair down. Howie took a step closer to her and she felt herself back up. She began to feel uncomfortable. But yet at the same time, extremely turned on by the way he was looking at her. Stop it Em, she thought, he is your friend.
“I don’t like it when you’re late Em.” He said, his voice husky.
“I know D. I’m sorry.” She tried to move her feet, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Until he moved closer to her. He walked her back so that her back was resting against the wall next to the glass patio doors.
“D, what are you doing?” she asked. She felt very nervous. Howie bent his head down to look at her cleavage. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts as her breathing became labored. He placed both of his hands on either side of her and brought his head back up to look at her. “D, come on, let’s watch a movie.”
“No!” he said sharply.
“No. C’mon D, you’re starting to freak me out here.”
“I’m not gonna freak you out baby.” Em looked at him with her eyebrows raised. Why was he acting like this? Weird, yet erotic at the same time. Damn him, she thought.
“D, have you been drinking?” she asked with a giggle. He moved his body closer to hers. He reached up and tucked the strands of her curls behind her ears.
“No baby.” Baby? He never called her that. Now she was really starting to freak out.
“D, move so I can go and sit down.” She tried to push away from the circle of his arms but he caught them and pushed them against the wall.
“No. Because I know what you want Em.” His eyes seemed to be growing darker.
“You know what I want? D, I want lots of things. Now move.”
“No. I heard you and Shelle talking at Nick’s party.” Em blinked her eyes and looked into his eyes. She thought back to the conversation that she and Shelle had about him. How much she wanted him. And wanted him bad. Not to be Sweet D but to be Bad D.
“How much did you hear?” she croaked.
“All of it!” he said, moving his lips closer to hers. His breath was hot on her lips. She could feel herself becoming wet as he moved even closer to her. She could feel his hardness pushing up against her. “And I want to be your Bad D.” he bent his mouth to her neck and began to bite and kiss at it. Em nearly lost it. The feel of his lips was almost too much for her to take. She moved her hands to grasp at his hair. He quickly grabbed them.
“No. Not until I tell you to. Got it!” he said firmly. Em could only nod her head in agreement. She was so turned on by this time; she would do anything he wanted. He bent down and ripped her shirt off of her. Baring her breasts to him. She gasped out loud. He bent and grabbed at them. Pinching and rubbing her nipples into hard peaks. She let out a loud moan.
“Do you like that baby?” he asked as he lowered his mouth to capture her nipple between his teeth. She went to reach for his head, but held back. He reached up behind her and unzipped her skirt. Shoving it down to her ankles. He literally ripped off her bikini underwear. Em stood naked in front of him.
“I’ve wanted to see you like this for a long time. Do you know,” he whispered into her ear. His breath hot on her skin. “That every time we are at a pool party with everyone, how hard my cock is when I see you in your suit. How all I want to do is fuck you.” He said, his tongue snaking out to nip at her ear. Em was so turned on by his talking to her like that. She wanted more. She craved more.
“Please D.”
“What? Do you want me to fuck you Em? Until you scream my name?” he shoved two fingers inside of her wetness. She grabbed for his shoulders.
“Howie!” she cried out. Loving the feel of his fingers inside of her. But just as quickly as he had shoved them inside of her, he pulled them out. She whimpered at the withdrawal. Howie smiled at her. Almost an evil smile. He reached around her again and squeezed her ass. Almost pinching it. Em didn’t care though. “Howie, I need you inside of me. I can’t take this teasing anymore.” She cried out.
Howie yanked on her hand and pulled her towards his bedroom. He pushed her onto his bed and began to take off his clothes. Em licked her lips in anticipation as she watched him. She moaned at the sight of his chest. Smooth and chiseled. She ached to touch him. As he pulled off his pants, his erection sprang forward. She moved back up towards the head of the bed as he crawled on the end of it. He leaned down and looked into her eyes again.
“Do you think I can take all of your teasing? When you and Shelle make those sexual jokes towards all of us, I take it most to heart most because all I want to do is this!” he said driving his cock into her folds. Em grasped at his shoulders again. Afraid to let go. Howie bent down and took her lips in a savage kiss. Biting and licking. Taking what he wanted. He slammed into her. Her arms clutching at him. She felt so wet, so warm, so erotic. She began to nip at his shoulders, at his neck. Nearly driving him over the edge. He had waited so long for her lips to be on him. He bent down and began to suck on her neck. The whole while, their hips driving into each other. Em never thought this would happen. Howie kept pounding into her body. Em could feel herself close to coming. She didn’t want this to end. She wanted him to stay inside of her forever. She clutched her hands on his ass. Driving him further and deeper inside of her body. Howie couldn’t hold out much longer. He loved the way her hands felt on his body.
“Howie, fuck, you feel so good!” she cried out.
“Em, you have no idea how fucking good you feel.” He said breathless. He continued to pound his cock into her.
“Howie, I’m coming. Shit, I can’t hold on!” she cried out. Feeling her inner walls collapsing around him. “Howie!!!” she cried out, digging her fingers into his shoulders. Howie pounded into her two more times before finding his own release. He collapsed on top of her. Both of them breathless. Howie leaned over and gently kissed her neck. He slowly pulled himself out of her and rolled onto his back. Em started to move to get out of his bed, but he caught her arm and pulled her close to him.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
Em felt very awkward at the moment. “Um, I was gonna get dressed.”
“Oh no you’re not. Come lay down with me.” She placed her head on his smooth chest and began to run her finger up and down it. He felt his body shudder at the touch.
“Howie, this changes everything.” Em said, trying to sit up.
“Is that a bad thing?” he asked.
“No, but, Howie, come on. I never asked for this.”
Howie pulled her head up to his and smiled at her. He placed a kiss gently on her lips. “No, but I know what you wanted.”