Bad Boys Are So Good With Their Hands

By Veronica Sloan

John is a bad boy. He's too handsome, too smart, and way too good in bed. That's great for Jessica, Mona's bimbo roommate, but it's driving Mona crazy. She can't stop thinking about this dominating alpha male! Things take a turn for the kinky when Jessica begs Mona to break up with John for her. Mona agrees to do it (she's tired of pretending to be asleep during their sexual antics), but that means she'll have to be alone with this horny beast. Will she allow John to seduce her? ...Doesn't she want him to?

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His mouth closed over mine and I didn't resist it. The kiss was smooth and warm. Like a nimble sea creature, his tongue tickled my lips, and then touched my own tongue. I moaned against him. But I had to push him away.

"Why do you always have to mess with me?" I said. I winced at the sound of my own voice breaking.

His face became stone serious. "I am not."

"You are!" I shouted. The words boomed in the hall. "You know I saw you. You're teasing me!"

His hand swung up, more graceful than a dancer's, and took my trembling hand. He kissed my fingertips - one, two, three. "Why are you really here, Mona?"

I was so frustrated I could cry. Yes, I wanted him. I'd wanted him for a stupid long time. But... "I have to go," I said.

"No you don't. You think you should go. But you wouldn't be here if you didn't already clear it in your schedule, if you didn't block out the time. Are your textbooks in your backpack? Were you going to the library after telling me off?"

Now I actually felt the tear running down my cheek.

"Did you memorize the words you were going to say to me?" he asked, his breath hot on my face. "Did you make a dozen excuses why you were doing a favor for Jess when you just wanted an excuse to see me?"

"Stop," I said, breathless.

"We never would have met at a party, Mona. It's messy how we did meet, but we met. And now you have to decide what you want."

I just stood there, the books in my backpack pressed between his wall and the muscles of my back. I stood there with tears streaming down my face and the heat of my frustration choking the life out of me. I didn't want to want him so much.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

I shook my head. I wiped at my nose desperately, shutting my eyes against the new gush of wet that threatened to pop out my eyeballs. I felt his arms around me, I felt his lips in my neck. It was like all the years of frustrated longing were being ripped from me, squeezed out by his thick arms around my quivering body. And then his mouth was on mine again, hot and yearning. I sobbed into his mouth, guilty for wanting, desperate for release. I'd seen him that night, and in that misbegotten glance he'd learned more about me than I would have ever told him.

"I don't know how," I whispered into his mouth. His thumbs skated across my cheeks as I dug my fingers into his neck. "My heart can't take it anymore. I can't be sexy."

"You don't have to be sexy," he whispered back. "Just accept that I want you."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Veronica Sloan
• Release date: Nov 11, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370591220

Veronica Sloan

Veronica Sloan writes dirty stories and naughty romances. Her erotica is explicit and steamy, and no topic is too taboo. A Chicago girl at heart, Veronica graduated from the Columbia School of Journalism with every intention of writing very important things about very important people. Currently, she spends her days writing about pop culture and her nights writing about lusty men and women and their naughty predilections. She loves big dogs, hot yoga and songs that are stupidly catchy. Visit her at https://www.veronica-sloan-erotica.com/home/.

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Bad Boys Are So Good With Their Hands

Copyright © 2016, Veronica Sloan, All Rights Reserved

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Author’s Note: This story contains explicit content, including graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse, and is intended for adults only. All characters depicted are over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

Cover design by Veronica Sloan. Cover Photo © Can Stock Photo / arekmalang.

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Chapter 1: The Amazing Awkward Girl & Her Adventures in Psychology

I'm boring. That had to be the answer, right? Why else would a sweet, adorkable girl like me be sitting in her dorm retyping her Psychology notes when she could be out partying it up? I hate that word, by the way, adorkable. Damn you, Zooey Deschanel and your perfect bangs...

Not the point anyway. I mean, John did tease me with that word relentlessly, but who cared what John thought? I only hated it so much because John wouldn't let it go. I'd never even heard the stupid word before, and I was pretty sure he just said it to get Jessica jealous. No, no, no, no.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and willed myself to stop thinking about John and Jessica and the great time they were having.

It was hard, though. There was no reason for me to be home. I was literally re-typing my notes - it was something I did every week to keep them fresh in my mind, but it wasn't urgent. It wasn't an essay due early the next morning or a course I had particular trouble in. It was almost like I was working just to avoid going out and having fun.

Almost? Okay, that was exactly what I was doing. Hi! I'm Mona! I'm not a virgin but I might as well be. I don't drink and I don't do drugs and the one time I had sex in high school I was so nervous I threw up on my boyfriend. Oh, and sometimes I avoid all attempts to socialize or party - not because I'm shy - but because it just grosses me out. Yep, that's me, Adorkable Throw Up Girl.

I buried my face in my hands. Most nights I was fine being on my own. This was not one of them. Being stupendously horny didn't help. Remember the one time I had sex in high school? That was the one time I had sex ever. Now I was somewhere in the middle of my sophomore year of college and the most sexing I had done was an awkward bout of fingering from my first RA. He later got kicked off campus for hiding a camera in the girls' showers. That made me feel slightly better about refusing to give him a blowjob the one time we hooked up.

It's not that I'm against oral sex. It's just, you know, I'm not entirely sure where the whole penis is supposed to fit. People don't expect you to eat a banana in one gulp, right?

Jessica told me I just needed more practice. Great! I said. As soon as they stop making the asshole model I'll get started with all those sweet, patient, understanding males in my life.

She didn't think that was funny. Jessica, in general, did not think I was funny. The nicest thing she ever said to me