Falling for the Bad Boy

Chapter 1: Daddy’s Little Angel-2

“Then let's go find a place. Unless you don't want me,” I said, pretending to look hurt.

“I want you,” he said quickly. He looked around again. “It's just, if my friend’s girlfriend sees me with you, she's not going to care that nothing was going on. She’ll squeal to my girlfriend.”

I sat back. “But something was going on. Don't tell me you didn't like it.”

“Oh I did. But-”

I picked up my glass and twirled the ice around in it. “I get it. Some guys are afraid of their girlfriends,” I said absently. I knew it would make him mad. I wasn't disappointed.

“I'm not scared of her or anyone else. I just don't want to deal with the hassle.”

I stood. “Then follow me out. If you're the man I think you are.”

I knew I was goading him but I didn't care. I wanted some action and he was my prey. What's more, I knew he'd follow me to prove he wasn't scared. I smiled to myself. I always get what I want. I left the VIP area knowing that he would be a few paces behind me. Wandering down the hall, I finally came across a storage closet that had been left unlocked.

Suddenly, I felt a body pressing into me from behind. John reached around me and opened the door. No sooner had it closed than he was kissing me. I looped my arms around his neck, grinding myself against him. God, I was so aroused! John cupped my hips, pulling me tighter against him.

“Come on,” I whispered. “They'll come looking for us soon.” I slowly pulled the ties that held my corset-like blouse together. John’s eyes fastened on the swell of my breasts being pushed up by the bra underneath. I was impatient and didn't want him just staring at me. He could do that later. I cupped the back of his head and pushed his face into my chest. I sighed as he began kissing my breasts, his tongue moving in slow circles along my skin. John pulled down one side of the demi-bra I wore. The breath caught in my throat as his warm mouth closed over my n****e. He sucked hard and pulled my hips tight against his. I buried my face in his hair. It was short and clean. The scent of the shampoo he’d used made me think of JD and I closed my eyes, pretending it was his mouth on me and not someone I'd just met.

John moved down my chest, freeing the rest of the laces as he went. His warm mouth pressed biting kisses along my abdomen and I sank a hand into his hair to guide him to where I wanted him to be. He obediently knelt in front of me, running his hands up my thighs. Leaning forward, he kissed his way along my leg around the edge of my thigh high boots.

“God, you're sexy,” he murmured.

I tossed my hair back. “I know,” I answered cockily. I'd been told that enough that it had become a fact and not just a compliment.

John didn't seem to notice my attitude as his hands slid underneath my short skirt to cup my hips. He gasped in appreciation when he discovered the thong I wore underneath. His fingers stroked my bare hips and I shifted. I wanted to feel him inside. I decided to help him out, not because I didn't think he'd figure it out but because I was so horny, his slowness was making me impatient.

I pulled the leather skirt up to my waist exposing the lacy black scrap of fabric hiding my flower from his view. John stared at me hungrily for a moment before standing and lifting me into his arms. Gently, he set me on top of a stack of boxes. I leaned back on my elbows, spreading my legs in invitation. His fingers trembled as he moved the lace aside and buried his face between my legs.

“Sí!” I moaned. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding him in place as I ground myself against his mouth. I felt myself thickening and I knew I was close. John moaned softly as he continued to pleasure me. When my climax hit me, I cried out, my fingers clenching in his hair.

John stood, stepping back to unfasten his jeans. I watched, wanting to see him. I had no intentions of letting him do more than what he'd just done. All I’d needed was a bit of relief. Since JD wanted to play games, John did what he wouldn't. I was good now.

When he moved closer to me again, I sat up on the boxes and put a hand on his chest to stop him. “No.”

He gave me a confused look. “No? What do you mean no? I thought you wanted to have s*x with me.”

I shrugged. “I did. And you did a good job.” I scooted off the box and fixed my clothes. “Now I've got to get back to my people.”

The shock and was that hurt, on his face tugged at my heart for a split second. I knew I was being a selfish b***h but why shouldn't I get mine? The guys in the band often laughed about the way they'd treated the female fans. Using them, getting what they wanted, promising them they'd call, and then walking away with no intentions of ever seeing them again. It sucked to be lied to. I knew from experience. So why couldn't I do the same to them? I'm sure John had done his share of hurting feelings. Besides, I didn't have to see him again.

“That's it? What about me?”

I tossed my hair back. “You’re a big boy. You can handle it yourself. Or wait for your girlfriend to do it.”

“Are you serious?” he asked in disbelief. “You just used me?”

I lifted a shoulder. “It's what you guys do to us. Sucks to have it done to you, doesn't it?”

John stared at me, mouth open, with his jeans down around his ankle. He was still aroused and standing high against his belly. I licked my lips as I stared at him. Hmmm, he is a nice handful, I thought to myself. I pulled my phone out and snapped a pic of him standing there like that. His eyes widened.

“So what are you going to do with that?” he asked, still not making a move to fix his clothing.

I shrugged again as I closed and locked my phone. “Keep it. Add it to my list. Show it to my friend. She'll love it.” I met his gaze. “Show it to my dad. He won't be too happy with you if you try anything.”

“Your dad?”

I nodded. “Simon Corona.”

That took some of the bluster out of John. “You’re Simon Corona’s daughter? I mean I guess I should have put two and two together. You have the same last name and all.”

I smiled. “So you go and run your mouth about sleeping with me and he'll bury you.”

John shook his head. “No, I wouldn't say anything. I don't want it getting back to my girlfriend. Even if we didn't-” He broke off and began to pull up his pants. But I wasn't done looking at him just yet.

I pushed his hands away. “What are you doing?”

Confusion registered on his face again. “I thought you didn't want to continue.”

I lifted a shoulder nonchalantly. “Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. But I like looking at you.”

“Dude, why are you playing games with me?”

I gave him my best innocent look. “I'm not playing.” I moved closer to him and tugged his shirt over his head. Damn baby, I thought. He really had a great body. It was obvious that he took care of himself. I began to feel myself getting turned on again just looking at him. I might have to break my own rule and let him…..

I trailed my fingers over his chest and whatever he'd been about to say died in his throat. “You really are cute,” I murmured as I brushed my lips along his throat. “And a nice handful,” I continued, closing my fist around him.

John gasped and grabbed my wrist. “Don't,” he said.

“Don't what? Don't touch you this way? I thought you wanted me to.”

“Tease,” he murmured.

I kissed him on the lips, letting him feel the growing hunger inside me. I moved down his chest, flicking his n*****s with my tongue. JD always liked that.

JD. That's what this was all about. JD and his games. I knelt in front of John and drew him into my mouth. He moaned loudly, his hands sinking into my hair. I bore down on him, drawing hard on his flesh until I felt his thighs quiver under my hands. See JD? This could have been you.

“Angelica.”

I jumped startled that it wasn't JD’s voice but John’s that moaned my name. It made me feel a little bad for how I'd treated JD. I'd have to make it up to him, I guess. But for right now, I had a handful of John. I felt the tingling inside and I was hungry for him again. I didn't usually make it a habit to sleep with the guys I hooked up with. I got mine and if they were good, they got something in return. But I rarely had s*x with them. But tonight I was feeling extra.

I stood and pushed myself back up onto the boxes. John watched me, uncertainty in his gaze. I knew that he was wondering whether I wanted more oral play or what. I thought about it. He was good. Almost as good as JD. I patted my lace covered treasure invitingly.

“Ven aquí, papi,” I whispered.

He slowly moved closer. Gently, he removed my underwear and closed his mouth over me. My head fell back and I moaned loudly. His tongue moved over me, driving me crazy with desire. I caught a handful of his hair and pulled his head up.

“Come on, baby,” I murmured.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I paused, hearing voices in the hall. “Hurry.”

John grasped my hips and sank deep inside me. We both moaned at the exquisite sensation of our bodies joined together. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he began to thrust in and out of me. Hard and fast because that's all we had time for.

I pulled him down for a kiss as my climax hit me a second time. He groaned against my lips as he too found release.

“Damn, that was good, papi,” I purred at him. “I just might have to steal you away from your girlfriend sometimes.”

He grinned as he fixed his clothes. “I can't believe I just made love with Angelica Corona,” he murmured.

I hopped down from the boxes. “Well, if you're going to cheat, it might as well be with the best,” I said arrogantly. I leaned up and kissed him hard on the lips. “See you next time, John,” I murmured and walked out of the closet.

Erica looked up when I got back to the VIP lounge. “Where did you get to? JD was looking for you.”

I shrugged, taking the drink the waiter handed me. “I had something to do.”

Her dark eyes lit up. “Well spill it. Who was he?”

I licked the salt from the edge of the glass. “His name was John.”

“Was he good?” Erica asked bluntly.

Since we were always straightforward with each other and always have been, I wasn't taken aback by her question. “Well, he's not JD. But yeah. He was good.”

“Let's see. I'll be the judge.”

I grinned and showed her the picture I'd snapped of him. Her eyes widened.

“He does look like JD. He's sexy though.”

“Yeah. He did the job,” I said tossing my hair back. “JD was acting funny. You know me. I'm gonna get mine.”

“Good for you. If you don't look out for you, who will?”