The Bodyguard’s Slutty Brat [2]

POV: Oliver

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The bass from the club speakers hit me hard like it wanted to crack my ribs. I stood against the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on Isla as she danced like a fucking tease in the middle of the crowded club.

Twenty-one years old with Daddy’s money pouring out of her like water, and all she did was waste it on this shit. 

Meanwhile, I was here for twenty thousand dollars, the exact amount I needed, wired to the hospital so my sister could get that heart surgery before her next attack. 

I just had one job to do: keep this girl breathing. That was it.

Isla wore a tiny red dress, the hem barely covering the bottom of her ass. It hugged every curve and rode up when she moved. She knew it was too short because she kept pulling it down with one hand while laughing too loudly with her almost-naked friends.  

She glanced back at me again, lips wet from the drink she’d just had, rolling her hips slowly to the beat, her eyes locked on mine. 

“Enjoying the view, Oliver?” she shouted over the music. “You’re staring so hard I can feel it between my legs. Why don't you come closer? I promise I won’t tell Daddy if you touched me.”

I kept my face blank. Hands behind my back, but inside, anger burned low in my gut.

She laughed and turned around, pushing her ass back toward me as she danced. The dress rode up so high, flashing the bottom of her plump ass cheeks. She was wearing a thong. Fuck! Of course she was.

“What’s wrong, soldier?” she taunted, looking back at me. “Too scared to come closer? I bet you’re dying to grab this ass while I grind on your cock.”

She ran her hands down her body, cupping her tits for a second right in front of me. “These feel so good when I touch them. Imagine your big hands instead, pinching my nipples while I ride your thigh right here.”

I hated this job. Shit. I hated her.

She was reckless, insensitive, throwing her life away while my sister waited in a hospital bed for money that she would blow on one night out. She had everything: money, safety, a father who would burn the city down for her, and she acted like it was nothing. 

One of her friends handed her a shot; she downed it without hesitation, then turned and walked straight toward me, stopping only inches away. I could smell her perfume mixed with the alcohol on her breath. Her breasts brushed close to my chest as she leaned in.  

“You know,” she said, voice low enough that only I could hear, “my father pays you a lot of money to stand there and do nothing. You could at least pretend to enjoy yourself.”  

I stared straight ahead, keeping my voice flat. “Miss Moretti, I’m here to keep you safe. That’s all. Please step back into the crowd where I can see you better.”  

She laughed softly, the sound mocking. “Safe? You mean trapped. You’re just another one of my father’s dogs, but you’re way hotter than the last guy.” She tilted her head, eyes bright with challenge. “Tell me, Oliver, do you ever get hard watching girls like me dance? Or did the army train that out of you, too?”  

Heat flared in my chest. I pushed it down fast. My hands stayed behind my back, no reaction on my face. 

Instead, she spun around and pressed her ass against my crotch, rolling her hips, grinding on me like she was already riding my dick. The material of her dress did nothing to hide how soft and full her ass was. My cock thickened instantly, swelling hard against her as she dragged her cheeks up and down the hard length.

I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, tasting blood to stop any sound from escaping.

She laughed breathily and stepped away, glancing back at me with fake innocence, hand covering her mouth. “Oops… the crowd pushed me.”

Little fucking liar.

My cock jumped painfully against my zipper, now fully hard and leaking. I could feel the wet spot forming in my boxers as blood rushed through my shaft. My hands clenched behind my back so tightly my knuckles cracked.

“You know what I think?” she whispered. “I think you want to shove me against that wall and rip this dress up. I think you’re dying to stretch this tight little pussy with that big cock I keep feeling twitch against me.”

She pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, lips wet and parted. “Go ahead, Oliver. Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you don’t want to bend me over right here and pound me until I’m screaming.”

Heat crawled up my spine as I fought the urge to grab her hips and grind her ass down on me.

But I tried my best to make my voice sound condescending enough. “You’re making my job harder than it needs to be. Stop acting like a child and let me do what I was hired for.”  

Her eyes flashed with anger and something else—excitement. 

“Child?” She raised one thigh, sliding it between mine so her bare leg brushed against my aching bulge. “I’m twenty-one. Old enough for you to choke me while you fuck me from behind. Old enough for you to cum all over my tits and watch me lick it off like a good little slut.”

Jesus Christ!

I stayed perfectly still on the outside, but inside, I was losing my fucking mind.

Every filthy word that left her mouth made my balls tighten and my cock leak. The scent of her skin, the heat between her thighs, the way her nipples poked against me, it was pure torture. The self-control I had spent years building was hanging by a fucking thread, and this spoiled little brat knew it.

Around two in the morning, she finally got tired, and I had to practically carry her drunk ass to the car. When I leaned in to buckle her seatbelt, my fingers brushed the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh. 

She moaned softly, spreading her legs a little wider. “Touch me, Oliver… please. I’m so fucking horny.”

I slammed the door and got into the driver’s seat, my cock still painfully hard the entire drive back.

When we reached her suite, I did my usual sweep, checking every corner of her room while she stood in the middle of the bedroom watching me, eyes glazed with alcohol and pure lust.

I finished and tried to leave, but she stepped right in front of me, blocking the door. Before I could react, her hand shot down and boldly cupped my rock-hard cock through my pants.

“Fuck…” I hissed through clenched teeth.

She smiled knowingly, squeezing my thick length. “I knew it. You’re so fucking hard for me.” She stroked me slowly, fingers gripping my cock like she had every right to. “So big… God, I want this inside me.”

I held the urge to moan and thrust my hips into her hands. Every muscle screamed at me to grab her, throw her on the bed, and fuck the bratty attitude right out of her. But I forced myself to stay still, staring at the wall above her head while her hand worked my cock.

She squeezed harder, stroking me with more pressure. “Still nothing to say, soldier?”

Damn it!

This girl was going to be the death of me.