Broken Bad Boy

HAILEY

Oh, my God! My eyes nearly popped out from each socket. I threw my books and ran towards Percie, folding my clothes. "What are you doing?" "Hey. How were your classes?"

I grabbed my shirt from his hand.

"The hell?" He glared at me.

My eyes narrowed to slits. "The hell? Privacy, Percie. Does it ring a bell?"

His brow arched. "On your laundry? I saw you almost naked, and they're just clothes, Hailey."

I looked down. Oh, my God! My panties are neatly folded like they were ironed. My cheeks burned. I was beyond mad at the same time I was impressed. "A kiss would suffice."

I took all my folded clothes. "Kiss my butt."

"I will."

"Shut up." I brought them to my room. When I came back, he was still folding my jeans-the only clothes left unfolded.

"You don't do that again, got it? No going through my clothes."

He offered it to me. How did he know how to fold like in those boutique clothing. "You're welcome."

He sat down on the couch, extending his legs on our new coffee table. I hoped he wouldn't break it this time.

"How's your grandma?"

"How am I? I'm doing great. And I just spent 2 hours practicing how to fold while watching that stupid video on a tutorial. Thank you very much, Hailey. My very appreciative girlfriend." Now I felt terrible. "You don't have to do that, you know." I joined him on the couch.

"You cook, keep the apartment spotless, do your laundry, you still have time to study, and you just came out from colds. I thought it was a good idea to help."

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him on his cheek. "Trust me, boyfriend. I appreciate every little thing you did for me. You're the best roommate and boyfriend. You just surprised me. And I'm not used to someone, especially a guy folding my laundry and touching my stuff."

"Get used to it because I will do more than folding your laundry."

"You'll do what now?"

He turned to face me. "Like this-" he surprised me with a kiss-a kind of kiss that we didn't do in public. As soon as tongue sought for entrance, I gave in right away.

While his lips and tongue were busy exploring my mouth, his hands traveled from my back down to my bottom. In a swift motion, I was already straddling him.

I kissed him back as I meant it and let the fire raced through my veins. I kissed him the same way he kissed me deep and passionate. Each swiped of his tongue against mine, I moaned.

It just felt so good that every cell in my body responded. I felt like on fire burning. Every inch of my skin was tingling. Every sensation of my nerve ending and pulse I wasn't aware I had intensified.

My muscles began to tighten. I was moaning, grinding into the growing bulge in his jeans, deliciously poking against my core. And the process was maddening as the throb worsened.

I couldn't stop as I felt nothing but delirious with ecstasy until a cry tore out from me.

Mortified.

That was the only thing that came through my head when a wave of bliss washed over me.

Percie. What would he think about me after all of this? Every inch of his touch on my back created nothing but a soothing effect.

But what have I done?

"You okay?" Those were the first words that came from him. He was still catching his breath. His chest heaved.

"No." I rushed to get out of him. I couldn't and wouldn't want to see the judgment flitting on his face. I bolted to my room and tucked myself in.

"Lee, can I come in?" He knocked slowly.

"No. Go away!"

"That means, please, come in." The door creaked later. The mattress sunk from my side.

Not a moment passed by, he pulled me into a tight hug and kissed the side of my head. "Your first, I guessed."

"Don't embarrass me, please?" My voice shook.

"Nothing to embarrass about it. You're amazing, and I'm honored to be a part of your first."

"It's your fault too." Jeez, I should stop talking. My heartbeat hadn't calmed a bit. My skin was still warm and sensitive when he planted a kiss on my neck. I quickly reacted.

"I do take a part of the responsibility. I initiated, and I don't regret any of it. How do you feel now?"

"I don't wanna talk about it. And forget that it ever happened."

"No can do. That was the best thing to ever forget. We like each other, Hailey. I like you a lot never a day passed by, I didn't think of kissing you, feeling you against my touch, and if it makes you feel better, I always think of loving you even in my sleep."

My pulse skyrocketed. It was stupid that even the words like kiss, touch, and love truly affected me if they came from Percie. And every time his breathing fanned the back of my neck, goosebumps erupted in my skin.

"How do you feel about it?" I pulled my hand out of the blanket and wrapped it around his.

"I don't think you wanna hear about it." He chuckled.

"Was it lewd?"

"Very."

"Oh."

"Thank you, Lee."

I turned my head to meet his gaze. "For what?"

"For sharing with me these wonderful experiences."

I blinked rapidly to push back the thoughts in my head.

"What is it?"

"What is it what?"

"You froze."

"Nothing." I swallowed.

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"Lee, we agreed not to keep secrets."

"I can't tell you."

My back vibrated with his groan. "Don't make me warn you."

"And what would you do?"

"Don't make me, sweetheart."

"Does it hurt?"

He cleared his throat at my question. "At first?"

"No. That."

"Oh." His laugh vibrated through me. "Yeah, it does."

"C-can you touch me?"

"Lee," he warned me. But why would I listen if I wanted to be touched by someone I trusted.

"You don't want to." The sound of dismay in my voice made me want to crawl away from him, but he already tightened his arms around me.

"You're not running away every time you thought you are embarrassed. And I had nothing I wanted to do than give you what you want if you are sure-hundred percent sure about this."

"I am." My throat had gone dry. What came over me? But I could be left untouched for the rest of my life if I would not initiate.

And I trusted Percie.

My breathing held the moment his hand snaked inside the blanket, throwing it away. And my pulse started ringing in my ears.

I closed my eyes.

"Tell me when to stop." His voice became so deep and throaty.

I couldn't reply.

He started touching my shoulder, down to my stomach through my shirt, but I felt like I was already naked-the warmth penetrated through the thin layer of fabric of my clothes. I was already biting my lip.

I gasped. His hand covered my breast, cupping it, squeezing a little bit. Then he started kissing me from my neck. The process was killing me. I bent my neck, giving him more access.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Oh, god."

He then lifts my shirt up above my bra-I was using a front clasped-he undid it in one click. I squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation.

"Don't close your eyes, Lee. Be brave and look how gorgeous you are," he whispered into my ear before he cupped and kneaded my breast in a slow and surely rhythm.

I did as he said and watched what he did to me. I bit my bottom lip to hold my moan. It looked dirty and erotic, but I started to enjoy it. When he pinched my nipple between his fingers, twisting it, that was the time I cried. My hand flew to my mouth.

"Is it too much?" His voice was getting low and shaky.

I shook my head.

"Word, sweetheart." He let go of an unsteady breath.

"Don't stop."

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"I won't." He did the same on my other breast, and I was writhing and moaning before he was done.

He stopped.

I lost my control. I threw away my shame. I held his hand, placing it below my abdomen. "Touch me more."

"Lee."

"I want to feel being touched. If it's not too much to ask."

"Nothing is too much from you. But are you sure?"

"If you'll ask me "

"Sweetheart, I'll give you want you to want that is only if you won't regret later on."

"I won't," I assured him.

"Have you tried or did-"

"I tried, but I felt ashamed before I could just do it if you want to." I pushed my head against the pillow.

He unfastened the skirt I was wearing. "Every time I do something, you froze, why?"

"You do that to me."

"Is that a good thing?"

"You always made me stupid and speechless every time you got closed to me."

"So did I. Even until now." He panted a kiss on the shell of my ear before he slipped his hand into my panties. His sudden move made me grip his arm in support.

I used to shave. Since I started college, I waxed my own.

"Fuck me," he murmured against my neck before sucking my skin, at the same time dividing my folds apart with his fingers. He then pressed a finger on my sensitive, wet, and most sensitive entrance.

I felt mortified about how wet I was. I could feel it against his slicked fingers as he explored, rubbed, and spread my wetness all over. He only just started, but I was already dizzy with needs.

I was moaning as he started to move his finger in circles, making me more wet and sensitive.

My muscles were taut with tension. And I couldn't help but follow his rhythm as he quickened the speed. I curled my fingers around his arm, clinging desperately as I began to feel the unspeakable. The sensation was building up. The pressure had my eyes rolled back and had me flew higher and higher.

"Don't stop," I pled, "please?" I didn't care if I sounded desperate. All I wanted was to fly.

"Look at me," Percie ordered. My eyes flew open, and I turned to him.

He covered my mouth with his searing kiss as he delved his finger into my entrance. We moaned together as he sunk it in further. His thumb hit my nub.

He thrust in and out, and I was fully impaled.

I cried into our mouths while he was grinding his bulge against my butt.

We shook and shuddered as we welcomed our pure ecstasy.