Playing Dirty

by C. L. Parker

  When I grabbed his hips and buried my head in his lap, taking in as much of him as I possibly could, he stilled. His jaw went slack and he breathed through his mouth, watching me work him. I could feel him all the way at the back of my throat and even a little bit farther. I stopped to look up at him, smirking around the cock lodged between my lips. And then I swallowed, the back of my throat giving the head a tight squeeze.

  Shaw whimpered at the sensation, and I winked. Like a scared little boy. To my credit, I’d earned the right to gloat.

  Shaw’s ego must have been bruised, because he growled, “Fuck that” and pushed me back so that I was forced to release his dick.

  I fell back onto the floor of the limousine, a triumphant giggle bubbling up and into the air. “Oh my God! The look on your face was priceless.” I laughed hard. “I tried to warn you, but you were the one who chose not to take me seriously.”

  “If I were you, I wouldn’t laugh, Whalen.” Shaw loosened his tie and positioned himself on the floor at my raised knees. With a swift, hard yank, my panties were ripped from my body. “My turn.” He smirked down at me and then grabbed both of my knees, spreading them before lifting the lower half of my body to hook my legs over his shoulders.

  Holding on to my thighs, he quickly buried his face in my center, licking and sucking at my pussy like a fat man lapping the remnants of grease from his fingers after gobbling down a bucket of fried chicken.

  I gasped, caught off guard. “Oh … God!”

  Shaw lifted his head to look down at me, a smirk crossing his face after he licked his lips languidly. “Mmm, you were right. It does taste as delicious as it looks.”

  He buried his face again, his tongue sweeping maddeningly fast over every inch of my drenched flesh. Words that not even I could’ve deciphered spilled from my lips, joining the wet sounds of Shaw’s greedy mouth devouring me. The feelings he evoked in the pit of my stomach were unmatched by anything I’d ever felt before. My heart leapt from my chest, as if taking the plunge from the climax of a roller coaster. He grunted, he growled, he fed from me. It was the single sexiest thing I’d ever seen, felt, or heard.

  And I hated him even more for it.

  I bucked my hips toward Shaw’s mouth, but he wanted to torture me for making him whimper. So he lifted his face, allowing his lips to barely ghost over my center, hovering and refusing what I wanted most.

  “I don’t believe I hear you laughing now, Miss Whalen. The landing strip is a nice touch, by the way. I pegged you for full-on bush.” His warm breath cast a wave of heated sensation over my pleasure spot. “I could make you come, you know. But what would be in it for me?”

  My chest rose and fell frantically as I searched my thoughts to find a desirable solution. Desperation to have my release threw my normally analytical side out of balance, and the need to satiate my primal urges took control. It was blatant mutiny, but I didn’t care. I wanted him.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered.

  “I’m sorry, what?” Shaw was an asshole to the most extreme degree. Either that, or he was an idiot.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I said, as if I were talking to someone who didn’t understand the English language. You know, just in case the idiot part was the true story. “Stick your dick inside my pussy and fuck the shit out of me. Or can’t you handle that? Surely all those rumors the girls at the office spread about you hold at least a fraction of truth.”

  Shaw released my legs and hovered over my body until we were face-to-face. His cock slid against my wetness, doing unspeakable things to my self-control.

  “If we do this …” he started, but he had to stop when I lifted my hips to gain more friction. “If we do this, we do not speak a word about it to anyone else. I know it will be hard for you not to brag about it, but I don’t want everyone to know I’ve had my dick inside the biggest bitch in the office.”

  “You are so full of yourself.”

  He bit down on his bottom lip, a cocky grin managing to peek through nevertheless. And then he undulated over me. “Wouldn’t you like to be full of me?”

  God, yes.

  I rolled my eyes even though I was already locking my legs around his hips, but I wouldn’t acknowledge his last question. The first statement was easy enough, though. “Believe me, the feeling is quite mutual. And I trust that, even though you’re a whoremonger, your self-adoration means you’ve made sure you’re not carrying any diseases?” We must be very clear on that, mustn’t we?

  “I’m clean. What about you? Are you on birth control?” he asked as he rolled his hips again.

  Much more of that and all coherencies would be out the door. Who was I kidding? I’d already lost my mind, hence the whorishness. “As if I’d want to give birth to your spawn and be single-handedly responsible for bringing life to the Antichrist.”

  Shaw chuckled facetiously. “That’s … that’s really funny. And here I thought you didn’t have a sense of humor.”

  “Whatever, dickhead.” My fingers traveled under the collar of his shirt. “I’m on the pill, and this has to go.”

  I quickly unbuttoned the first four buttons of his shirt, revealing a magnificently sculpted pair of pecs and an abdomen you could do your laundry on. My hands swept over his heated skin, feeling the contours of muscle and smooth flesh, until I spread my fingers over his back and pulled him to me. I lifted my head and sucked on the skin at the place where his neck met his shoulder. He smelled so delicious—a mixture of soap, a light cologne, and just plain man.

  “Trying to mark me, Whalen? I don’t do hickeys,” he warned before he sat up and began to work the buttons on my blouse loose. He stopped when he’d uncovered enough to divulge the secrets that lay beneath. Hooking his fingers into the cups of my bra, he pulled them down and then pushed up so that my breasts spilled from their confines.

  “Fucking great tits,” he murmured, and then he dipped his head and captured the peak of one breast with his mouth while his hand kneaded the other. His tongue flicked back and forth, and I arched my back and threaded my fingers through his thick hair to bring him closer still. Shaw worshipped my chest before moving to the inside of the swell of my cleavage, where he proceeded to suck. Hard.

  “Cheater.” My distaste for his double standard wasn’t at all convincing. That might have been because I was moaning even as I pushed and pulled at his head, not really trying to make him stop. As my punishment, the suction grew stronger and stronger, until he finally let my skin go with a wet pop. And then the smug bastard sat back to admire his work.

  A self-satisfied grin spread across his face. It was irritating and gorgeous at the same time. “If you’re going to give a hickey, put it where it won’t be seen.”

  “How do you know it won’t be seen there?” I asked with a grin of my own.

  “Are you telling me you’re a slut?”

  “No more than you.”

  Shaw quirked an eyebrow at me. “Is that so? Well, then by all means, let me give you what you really want.”

  He lined himself up with my entrance, his fingers working my clit while he teased my opening with the head of his dick. His lips parted as he watched with rapt fascination. In and out he pushed into me, never giving me more than the tip. “Jesus, you’re fucking tight.”

  I couldn’t resist the opening he’d handed me. “Wow, that’s it? You looked so much bigger than that. I’ve gotta say, I’m a bit disappointed.”

  Shaw stopped his motions and looked up at me. He was not amused. I thought he was about to retort with a smart comment of his own, but he merely winked at me and thrust his hips forward. Hard. My back arched off the floor and I sucked in a deep breath.

  “I’m sorry, what was that?” he asked with a grin.

  I smacked his chest. “Christ, Matthews! A little warning would have been nice before you attempted to gut me!”

  “Yeah, I am pretty ginormous, aren’t I? Maybe if you’d learn to keep that fuckable little mouth of yours closed …”

  “Shut up and
fuck me.” I had no problem whatsoever using his body for my own guilty pleasure, but I could do without his arrogance.

  Shaw pulled almost all the way out and then slowly pushed back in again, both of us moaning at the sensation. And then he rolled his hips into me, the expression on his face a dead giveaway to the fact that he was savoring the hot wetness that encompassed his cock. When I closed my eyes and bit down on my bottom lip, Shaw did the unthinkable. He leaned forward and captured my lips with his own, actually kissing the woman he’d considered a pariah, his enemy, a coldhearted bitch who’d just as soon spit on his grave as look his direction.

  And I kissed him back. Jesus, that man had a talented mouth.

  After that, things really started to heat up. So much so that I had to grab the cheeks of his ass and dig my nails into his skin to hold on when his thrusts became faster and more urgent.

  I came alive beneath him, losing myself to the long, thick cock that filled me so completely. Never had I felt so hungry, so willing to be consumed by a man. And he knew, without experimentation, how to move his hips, rotating them so that he brushed against my clit with the perfect amount of pressure to drive me to the edge. But he wasn’t talking, and I’d loved the filth that had come out of his mouth while I was sucking on his massive cock.

  “I hate you,” I mumbled between heated kisses. “You’re a whoremonger, and I can’t believe I let you stick your dick in me, but God, it feels so good.”

  “Well, if I’m a whoremonger, that makes you a whore.” He groaned. “A whore with a tight pussy who likes to be fucked hard and fast.”

  With that, Shaw intensified his thrusts, his hips slapping against my thighs as he slammed his cock into me.

  “Oh, God. Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Shaw. Fuck me harder.”

  Obviously, I liked to be talked to as roughly as I liked to be fucked, which seemed to be right up his alley. Shaw pulled at my legs, situating them so that the heels of my shoes were pressed into his shoulders. Then he grabbed my hips and gave me what I wanted.

  “You like that, huh? You like being fucked by the man that you despise?”

  “Yes … More.” As if what he was doing wasn’t enough, my hand traveled down my stomach until I was touching myself.

  “Son of a bitch.” Someone liked what they were seeing, and I wasn’t above letting him see more of it. Especially when he said dirty, dirty things to me. I worked my clit with two fingertips, frantically moving them back and forth before I stopped to press down hard and then slap at it.

  “That’s it. Work that sweet little pussy. Do what feels good, but you’re not allowed to make yourself come. Your orgasm belongs to me. Do you hear me? It’s mine.”

  I raised my hand, showing him the slickness that glistened on my fingertips. “God, I’m so wet.”

  A feral growl sounded from Shaw’s chest, and in a flash, he lunged forward, my legs forced to hook over his shoulders again as his hands slammed down on the floor beside my head and he lay on top of me so that he could capture my fingers with his mouth. He was so much deeper at that angle, and I wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable. Not that he cared. A hard fucking was what I wanted, and a hard fucking was exactly what he gave me.

  He hummed around my fingers, his tongue working to gather all the juices, the greedy bastard. Skin smacked against skin as he fucked me. I couldn’t tell if he was doing what felt good to him or if he actually gave a damn about what felt good to me. Though I was pretty sure we were both on the winning team. I tried not to make his fat head even fatter by my cries of pleasure, but trying to remain silent would have been expecting way too much from myself. All of my inhibitions were orbiting somewhere completely out of reach, and I might not ever be able to wrangle them back in. At the moment, I couldn’t care less.

  Shaw’s greed proved to be too much for him—he pulled out of me and pushed my knees up so that my hips were forced off the floor. Once again, he buried his face in my pussy, lapping up all my wetness. When he thrust his tongue inside me, I cried out, my orgasm catching me unaware. He didn’t stop there. Thank you, Jesus, for not letting him be a selfish prick. He kept licking and sucking at my skin until he’d captured every last drop I had to give. And then my body went limp.

  “Uh-uh. No fucking way,” he said sternly. “We’re not done yet. Sit up here and taste yourself on my cock.”

  There were no arguments from me. I wasn’t done yet, either. I wanted it—wanted him—more than I’d ever wanted a man. Clearly, he’d fucked my brains out, because not a single thought that made sense remained.

  Shaw pulled me up by my arms and shoved my head toward his groin until his cock was fully lodged in my mouth. I could feel the sting of my hair being pulled by the roots, but it only fueled my inner fire more. I took control then, greedily sucking him, tasting myself while he pushed and pulled at my head. I moaned and hummed at the offering while Shaw’s head fell back and he allowed himself to take pleasure in the sin we’d both indulged in.

  “Christ, you suck a mean cock, woman.” But he still wasn’t finished with me yet. “Get on your knees. I’m going to fuck you like you want to be fucked. Like the kinky little slut you are but pretend not to be.”

  I sat back and wiped the wetness from my mouth with the back of my hand. “Promises, promises,” I taunted him as I scrambled to get into position, wanting what he apparently thought was a threat but was exactly what I craved.

  “Lean over the seat,” he ordered me, and it felt good. “This is going to be hard. This is going to be quick. And this is going to be the best fucking you’ve ever had in your life. Try not to get too attached.”

  He impaled me with his cock, thrusting hard and without warning. My back concaved and my head was thrown back as I cried out. It was a sweet torture that I thoroughly enjoyed, and I knew that if I kept antagonizing him, there would be so much more where that came from.

  “Oh, God! You bastard!” I half-moaned, half-growled through clenched teeth.

  “You love it, and you know it.” Shaw pushed the side of my face into the seat and slammed into me again. “This is how women who pretend to be in control but secretly want to be controlled get fucked, Cassidy. From behind, pinned down so that you have no choice but to take it.”

  He hovered, his hot breath cascading over my ear with each sultry pant for air. His hips rolled against my backside, the muscles in his thighs flexing and relaxing with each thrust, the rest of him straining to maintain control and hold my squirming body in place.

  “Is this how you like it?” His husky voice growled into my ear between punishing thrusts. “You pretend to have it all together, to not need the help of any man. You are woman, hear you roar, right? But we both know you really want to be dominated—to let go of the façade, the carefully orchestrated control—and to be fucked into submission.”

  Shaw bit down on my shoulder as if he were claiming me with his last word. His fingertips dug into my hip when he pushed as far into me as he could go. Given the size of his cock, that was pretty damn deep from that angle. He angled his hips, forcing gurgled moans of pleasure from me, his grunted thrusts short and quick. I retaliated by doing the only thing I could do in my position: by squeezing my walls around him in a pulsating cycle.

  “Christ! Fuck! I’m going to …” His words were cut off by a gruff moan.

  “That’s right, asshole! Who’s in control now?” I didn’t want the control, but I wasn’t going to give it up without a fight, either. “Feels good, doesn’t it? You can’t hold on any longer. You want to come so hard. You want to let it go. Give into it, Shaw. Come inside my pussy.”

  Shaw’s grip tightened, and I knew he was right there. I pushed back into him, unwilling to let him stop himself from giving me what I’d worked so hard for.

  “God! No, not … yet.”

  I snapped out of his grip, the residual sting and burn a promise of a bruise by morning. I spun around before Shaw could register what I was doing and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked, my te
eth scraping as I cupped his balls and coaxed his release from its confines.

  “Swallow it! Don’t you dare spit it out!” Shaw thrust forward until the head of his cock was at the back of my throat, and then growled out his release. Hot, molten liquid shot out in spurts as his body stiffened and I stroked him with my mouth and hand, taking and accepting all he had to give.

  When he was done, I looked up at him with a satisfied smirk on my face and wiped the corners of my mouth. “Mmm, tasty.”

  A loud shrieking sound rang through my head, and I sat straight up to reach over and slap at the source of the annoyance, as had become my routine. My head was pounding. Not only that, but my vision was blurry and my thoughts wouldn’t quite come together. “Confusion” wasn’t even the word for it.

  Where was I? I looked around, the familiar surroundings of my bedroom coming into focus. I was alone.

  Something wet at the corner of my mouth got my attention, and a memory that didn’t seem quite so distant made me cringe. I wiped at the wetness with an “Oh, ew, ew, ew!”

  False alarm. It wasn’t Shaw’s death sperm. It was just drool.

  “What the …?” I fought to regain my bearings, and then I realized what my conscious mind was trying damn hard to suppress. “Nooooo!” I groaned to myself as I fell back down to my bed and covered my head with a pillow. “No, no, no, no, noooo!”

  I’d just had a very hot, very erotic dream about my mortal enemy. And it was the best sex of my life.

  Kill me now …

  CHAPTER 3

  Shaw

  It was six-thirty in the morning, Gilligan’s Island was blaring from the television set in my bedroom, and my dick was aching. I had no idea why. About my achy dick, not Gilligan’s Island. I’d fallen asleep with the TV on again, but rarely had sitcoms from the sixties caused the problem I was having down below.