Playing Dirty

by Lauren Hawkeye

  “I’m angry like I’ve never been angry before.” She bared her teeth when he tugged again. The stiffening of his body against hers made her clarify. “Not with you. But I need to burn it off.” Tilting her head back to expose the line of her throat, which she’d learned was a huge turn-on for him, she gasped as he traced his tongue down it. “Interested?”

  In answer, he slid his hands down to cup her ass. When he lifted her off her feet, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders. Her nails raked over the bare skin of his shoulders.

  “I’m pretty sweaty. Want me to shower?” His hands explored the curves of her ass through the thin fabric of her yoga pants, paying particular attention to the cleft that divided her cheeks. She shuddered at the dark promise of his touch.

  “Fuck, no.” Rolling her hips against his taut stomach, she dipped her head. She ran her tongue over the hard muscle of his shoulder, savoring the taste of salt.

  “That’s so hot.” Striding with her across the deck that he was working on, he propped her against the door frame. Still cradling her ass in one hand, he used the other to cup the breast with the piercing. He growled as he rubbed a thumb over it, making need tighten inside her.

  “I think you’ve got yourself a little fetish there,” she teased as she arched into his touch. “Never would have guessed that piercings would turn your crank when you first walked into my garage.”

  “I have a Beth fetish.” Pressing his forehead to hers, he looked into her eyes as he slid his hand inside the camisole she wore under her hoodie. Tugging the thin cotton of her bra beneath her breast, he plucked at the hoop, and she ground her hips into him.

  “Now. I want you now.” She clawed at his bare chest, knowing but not caring that she was probably leaving welts. “Damn it, Ford. I need this.”

  “You need what I tell you that you need.” He sucked in a breath after he spoke, as if waiting to see her reaction. It did funny things to her insides to see him still finding his footing with what he wanted, who he really was.

  And on a whole other level, his words made her so, so hot.

  “I told you what I need.” The words spilled out of her before she could think them through. Like he had, she paused, holding her breath to see what he thought about the new aspect she’d just added to their game.

  They studied each other for a long moment, her bright blue eyes swallowed up by the intensity of his brown ones. There was time for either of them to back out, to make sure that this was what they both wanted.

  “You’ll get what I decide to give you.” With agonizing slowness, Ford cupped his large hand around her throat gently. The spicy scent of cedar drifted to her nose, and she couldn’t hold back the shudder.

  “Thought so.” He smirked. Balancing her with one hand, he threw the screen door open, carrying her through. The back door led to a small laundry room that had probably been in style when Mamesie was a baby, but when he tugged at her hair again and roughly settled her on the ancient washing machine, she thought she could make herself right at home.

  “Bastard.” Playing the game, she shoved at his chest. He caught her wrists, twisted them up and over her head, holding them with one large hand. Her chest was thrust forward, and he used his free hand to tug her camisole and her bra below both breasts. Dipping his head, he caught her nipple ring between his teeth and tugged, and she cried out.

  “That’s what I thought.” With a smug smile, he did it again, and she felt the answering pull in her pussy. “Why are you fighting it? You want what I’ve got, baby.”

  “Is that the best you can do?” she panted.

  His eyes glinted darkly as he reached behind her. Twisting a knob on the washer, he set the machine rumbling beneath her.

  “You don’t mind if I multitask, do you?” Splaying one hand over her naked breasts, he pressed her down against the vibrating surface. “Since you think you’re running things here?”

  “Oh, God.” Her legs were splayed around his hips, her thinly clothed pussy pressed against the machine, and when he pushed her down the vibration woke up nerves that she hadn’t even known she had. She tried to close her legs against the sudden onslaught of sensation, but only succeeded in hugging his hips.

  “Still think you know best?” Dipping his head, he nipped at her lower lip, just enough to sting, then released her wrists. Splaying his hand over her belly, he slipped inside the waistband of her yoga pants, heading straight for her cleft and dipping three fingertips inside. “You’re fucking soaked. Seems you like what I do just fine.”

  “Put your cock where your fingers are and maybe you can redeem yourself.” A bolt of adrenaline followed her words as she sassed him. This was a game, a hot, filthy game, but the intensity on his face had her fully invested. “That’s all I’ve asked for. Seems like a real man would give it to me.”

  She gasped when he abruptly slid his fingers from her pussy. Had she gone too far?

  She felt the cold kiss of air between her legs as he yanked at her pants, hard. Using fingers still wet with her arousal, he ripped the seam of her pants, under which she wore nothing.

  “You’ll get it,” he promised, releasing her. She cupped her own breasts, lifting them for his gaze as he quickly undid his belt and lowered the zipper of his jeans. “You’ll get it when I’m damn well ready to give it to you.”

  She gasped when pressed a hand against her back, bending her forward so that her cupped breasts were against her knees. When he fisted his cock and slid the head into her cleavage, she thought she just might stroke out.

  “Maybe I should just fuck these pretty tits instead of your pussy.” He slid the hand from her back up to her hair, running his fingers through the silky strands. “Come all over this sexy little ring and leave you all hot and bothered.”

  “Do that and I’ll just finger myself.” He worked his cock a little farther into her cleavage, and she lowered her lips and ran her tongue over it. “You can’t stop me.”

  She gasped when he pulled from between her breasts abruptly, yanking her back up to a sitting position. Pushing her legs so wide that her hips protested, he lined his erection up with the rip in her pants, and ran his head through the folds.

  “Keep those clever little fingers of yours out of your pussy,” he ordered as he wedged his swollen head against her slick entrance. “Your orgasms belong to me, and I won’t have you keeping any of them from me.”

  “Now. For the love of God, Ford, fuck me now!” She dropped all pretense of the game, body wound so tight she thought that she might shatter. Digging her fingernails into his shoulders until he hissed, she rocked forward, taking him an inch inside her.

  “Fuck.” He exhaled slowly as she clenched around him. Her breath escaped her on a strangled cry when, with one thrust, he seated himself the rest of the way, stretching her wide-open.

  “Yes,” she hissed before sinking her teeth into his ear. “More. Now.”

  He said nothing. Instead, his hands slid to her hips, grabbing them tightly. He pulled her back an inch before slamming them together again, completely controlling her movements.

  She wanted more. Bracing her hands on the surface of the washing machine behind her, she leaned back, changing the angle, allowing his solid erection to hit an even deeper spot inside her. Her head fell back, her lips parting as he stroked through her tight flesh.

  “I wish you could see yourself right now.” He slammed into her again, gaze fixed on the point where they were joined. “You look so dirty. Couldn’t even wait to get naked. Demanded my cock and couldn’t wait.”

  “I am dirty,” she breathed, looking down the length of her own body. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with every movement, and the view between her legs was obscene, his cock stretching her wide, her pussy leaving him wet. “And you’re dirty, too.”

  “Yeah.” He shuddered out a breath, and she could see his excitement visib
ly rise, all from her words. “You’d better finger that pretty little clit of yours anyway, because I’m close.”

  “Yes, Sir Lassiter.” He moaned, his pace increasing. Bracing herself on one hand, she slid the other over her belly and to the rip between her thighs. Circling the tight knot of flesh, the tips of her fingers brushed his cock as he moved, and they both clenched as need ratcheted higher.

  “Come for me, Beth.” His thrusts became sloppy, losing the rhythm as his movements turned frantic. She circled her clit quickly, her legs trying to close as her excitement rose.

  With his grip on her hips, he pressed her ass down harder on the rumbling washing machine. The vibrations shot through her flesh straight to her pussy, setting off a chain reactions of explosions inside her.

  “Ah!” Her hoarse cry echoed off the ceiling of the small room. She clenched around him as he continued to work his way through her swollen flesh, her pleasure a razor-sharp edge that centered entirely on his cock.

  He growled and shoved inside her with one fierce, final thrust. She felt the hot pulse of him between her thighs, vaguely registered that she probably shouldn’t be feeling that, then decided she didn’t care as his movements triggered an aftershock.

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, Beth laid her head on his shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath. His chest heaved against hers, heat sealing them together.

  “We have a problem.” Running a hand down her spine, he looked down into her face cautiously. She nodded, shifting on the machine, wincing as she felt the sticky heat between her thighs.

  “I’m on the pill.” She swallowed hard. “And I’m clean.”

  “I am, too.” He kept his stare centered on her face, and she felt her nervous pulse begin to slow. It was probably stupid, trusting him so soon.

  But it wasn’t really that soon, was it? They had history. Plus, she’d been over here so much in the last two weeks, he wouldn’t have had any time to fuck another woman. Not that she thought he would.

  “So we’re good.” She ran a hand over her forehead, wiping away the sweat that slicked the skin there. “We probably shouldn’t do that again, though.”

  “I don’t know if I can go back to a condom after that.” His words were raw and honest. “That was... God, but that was hot, Beth. I lost my mind a little at the end there. I wanted to mark you from the inside out.”

  “You say the sweetest things.” She grinned and he laughed. Her mirth turned to a gasp when he slid his hands up her body, squeezing her breasts before easing out of her.

  “I’m serious, though.” Reaching for a pile of folded towels that sat on the dryer, he grabbed a facecloth. She was shocked when he rubbed it between her legs, cleaning her up before tossing the used cloth into the sink.

  She hadn’t expected that. But...it was nice to be taken care of.

  “If you’re on the pill. And we’re both clean.” Catching her head in his hands, he slid his palms over her cheeks slowly, stroking the lines of her cheekbones with his thumbs. “I don’t want to pressure you. But I’d like to trust each other.”

  “Fuck, yes.” A distant alarm bell rang in the far recesses of her mind, but she ignored it. This was a level of intimacy she hadn’t been prepared for.

  Right now she wanted it.

  “It’s going to be even harder to keep my hands off you now.” Pressing a kiss to her lips, he twitched his lips in the direction of her clothing. “It probably doesn’t bode well for the state of your wardrobe.”

  “But I feel better.” Grinning, she let him help her off the washing machine. “If you find me picking fights with people, you’ll know it’s so I can come over here and take it out on you after.”

  “Want to talk about it?” She was startled again when he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants and slid them down, helping her out of the ruined clothing. Sorting through another bin of clean laundry, he tossed her a pair of plaid flannel boxer shorts. “I don’t have anything else that will fit you. You’re going to have to do the walk of shame when you go home.”

  “There’s no shame involved.” Her voice was quiet, the words chosen carefully. Ford had come a long way from the man she’d first met, the one who had been terrified of who he was and what he wanted. Still, she saw those hints of uncertainty, of wonder far more often than she wanted, as though he couldn’t really believe that this was what she actually wanted.

  He met her gaze, then nodded. Message received. Satisfied, she started to strip off her camisole and bra, doing her best to hide her smile when he cocked his head at her questioningly.

  “Not that I’m complaining,” he said, stare fastened on her breasts as she bared them, “but I don’t believe I tore those.”

  “They’re all stretched out, though.” Blinking at him innocently, she tossed them aside. “Can’t go around in that.”

  “You’re evil.” Reaching for yet another piece of laundry, he handed her a pale blue button-down shirt. “There. If you walk around with those fantastic tits out, I’ll be inside you again before you can count to three.”

  “That doesn’t exactly give me a reason to get dressed,” she pointed out, though she shrugged into the shirt. It was far too big, and she had to roll the cuffs up several times before her hands emerged.

  “You can run around topless in a bit. Far be it from me to hold you back.” He caught her attention by shoving his own pants down his hips. When they hit the floor, he stepped out of them.

  “What are you doing?” She was thoroughly distracted by the sight of his now half-hard cock, which was still hanging out of his boxer briefs. She scowled her disapproval when he picked up a pair of athletic shorts.

  “I was working on the house when you showed up and demanded that I let you ride me.” He grinned when she rolled her eyes. “I’ve lost time, so you’re going to have to help me make it up.”

  “Doing what?” He pulled the shorts up around his waist, but before he could tuck himself back in, she reached out and grabbed his waist. “Wait.”

  Treating herself to the fully lewd view, she tangled their fingers together, then lowered their hands to his still swollen member. Licking her lips, she clasped their twined hands around his length, helping him to tuck himself back into his underwear.

  “You’re so evil,” he gasped when she kept her hand in his pants, their fingers still twisted together. Stare still fixed on the juicy head of his now rapidly hardening cock, she helped him to pump his own length several times, working him back to a full erection.

  Then she quickly removed her hand and stepped back, busying herself with tying back her long tangles of hair. She hissed out a breath when, in retaliation, he slid one hand inside her borrowed shirt, tweaking her pierced nipple a handful of times until it was hard with arousal.

  “Come on, my little nymphomaniac.” He chucked her under the chin, then pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Her pulse sped.

  She was starting to have feelings for him—too many feelings. She was going to have to think long and hard about that tonight.

  But for now, she struggled to process what he was saying. When she understood, she thought he was joking.

  “Let’s go frame some drywall.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  “MY SISTERS WOULDN’T make me do this.”

  Ford looked up from where he knelt on the living room floor. He was checking the frame he and Beth had just constructed, making sure all the measurements were correct before they lifted it up for installation.

  She made quite a sight. Standing on a short ladder, her arms were above her head as she checked that the top plate they’d installed was secure.

  She was still in his boxer shorts and shirt, but she’d refused to button it closed. He had a very nice view of her sexy-as-sin breasts, which he knew was supposed to torment him.

  He was enjoying every delicious minute of it.

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nbsp; “You distracted me earlier.” His tone sounded like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “This is your punishment.”

  “It’s actually kind of nice.” She spoke softly just before she climbed back down the ladder, and he wasn’t sure that he’d heard her properly.

  She met his gaze, and he knew that she’d meant for him to hear. He held his breath, searching for the right thing to say, not wanting to scare her off if she was ready to open up to him.

  “Well, you’re a mechanic. A musician. You like working with your hands.”

  “True.” Crossing to him, she sank down cross-legged on the carpet and stole his bottle of water. He tried not to read into the intimacy of her action. “But I meant it’s nice to be treated like I’m capable of doing something physical. Yesterday Amy caught me carrying a pickup motor, something I’ve done a million times before. She nearly shouted the house down.”

  “Is it because you were sick?” He kept his eyes on the pine frame, not wanting to spook her. “Is that why you were angry when you came over today? You had a fight with your family?”

  “I had a fight with Jo.” She toyed with the cap to the water bottle. A streak of her red-washed hair hung over her left eye, but she didn’t bother to brush it back. “Look, you’ve been to our house. You know we’re not exactly rolling in it.”

  “Hmm.” He was noncommittal. He just wanted to keep her talking.

  “Anyway. I’ve told you we all live together so we can afford to keep that house. Apparently we have a big balloon payment coming up, but no one told me. I found out by accident.”

  She shook the strand of hair out of her face. “They kept it from me because they didn’t want to stress me out and make me sick again.”

  “Beth, what happened to you?” His concern for her trumped worry over her family’s financial state. “I wish you’d tell me.”

  She shook her head vehemently. “It’s in the past. I’m fine now. That’s all you need to know.”