It's Our Secret

by W Winters

  And then she makes matters worse, swallowing me down and trying to take more of my length. I have to pull out before I lose it. I’m not ready to be done just yet. My breath leaves me as she sputters, quickly trying to catch her own breath. I stare down at her and I’m in awe of her eagerness for more. Her lips are swollen and her eyes wide and glassy.

  She’s fucking perfect. A greedy little slut.

  She opens her mouth wider and leans forward as I stroke my cock once, running my palm over the head. The air is cold compared to her warm mouth, but I can’t bring myself to let her suck me off anymore. If I do, it’ll all be over too soon. I didn’t come here for a blowjob. I want more from her.

  “Get up,” I tell her sternly as if she doesn’t have me on the edge of coming undone. She reacts immediately, desperate to please me and I can’t help but notice how her upper thighs clench and she whimpers softly.

  I’m not careful as I rip her shirt open, causing a button to pop off and fall to the floor. Her gasp reminds me to keep a straight face. I’m in control, I tell myself as I unclasp her bra and rip that off too. It hangs in front of her, laying across her torso as the straps are caught in the shirtsleeves. But her full breasts stand at attention, her pale pink nipples pebbling and making my mouth water. She stands like a mannequin, letting me nearly violently undress her.

  My dick twitches when I run the back of my knuckles across her hardened peaks. My tongue grazes across my lower lip before I dip down and take her left breast into my mouth. Sucking and swirling my tongue around her sensitive bud.

  She reacts exactly how I want, spearing her hands through my hair and arching her back. Her soft, strangled moans of pleasure are music to my ears.

  I release her nipple from my mouth with a loud pop and take my time playing with the other one, pinching it between my thumb and forefinger before sucking into my mouth. I bite down just slightly, and she hisses. Not holding back my smile with my teeth still clamped, I pull back again and watch her face as I do. Her eyes are wide, and her mouth is in a perfect “O.” The mouth that just sucked me off like that’s what it was made to do.

  When I release her, I take a step back and I miss her instantly. Her breathing comes in shallow pants as her hands move to the button on her shorts, but she hesitates, waiting for me to give her permission.

  I let her stand there, waiting for me and waiting for her own release as I stroke myself, again and again. The sight of her is everything to me. I want a fucking photograph.

  Her hair already looks just fucked. Her green eyes are dark with desire, and with a ripped shirt and her breasts bared, she’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

  “I don’t know if I want the shirt on while I fuck you or not,” I say out loud although it’s more of a thought and not a question. More of a tease for her than anything else.

  She shifts her weight and stands there patiently, waiting for my decision. I stroke my dick again and her eyes instantly dart down to watch. And still, she’s quiet. Good girl.

  “Take it off, all of it, and bend over,” I tell her and nod to the armrest of the sofa. She obeys but undresses slowly, letting each garment fall to the floor as I step out of my jeans and leave them in a puddle.

  The second I slip inside of her, I know I’m fucked.

  I’ll need more than tonight. More of her. She feels too fucking good.

  I’m not gentle with her. I love how her face presses into the cushion. How she doesn’t hold back the screams as I pound into her all the way to the hilt on the first stroke.

  The sounds of wet flesh smacking together mixed with her cries of want make me fuck her harder. My balls smack against her clit over and over as I push into her as deep as I can with each thrust.

  Her nails scratch on the fabric as she screams out my name and it’s all I can take.

  Her pussy spasms and I empty myself inside of her, filling her cunt.

  I can’t breathe as I collapse on top of her, bracing my weight with my forearms and kissing her upper back and shoulders with soft, open-mouth kisses that make her shudder again.

  I rub my nose along her back, smelling her sweet scent as I give her one last kiss.

  After I catch my breath, still buried inside of her I say, “I told you, you wanted me.”

  She tosses her hair over her shoulder to look back at me, her ass still up and my cum leaking from her pretty pink pussy. A soft moan leaves her, making her chest rise and fall before she replies, “Pretty sure you’re the one who was dying for this, Dean.”

  Chapter 13

  Allison

  * * *

  It’s easy with a one-night stand.

  I come, and I go. I smirk at the thought.

  But he’s not a one-night stand. He’s not one of the guys I’d go pick up at the back of O’Malley’s. A man whose face I’d never see again. I’ve had my share. I’ve wasted so many nights waiting to be taken back to a shitty motel or fucked against the side of a car.

  I loved each and every one. I craved it.

  But I always knew I could leave them behind me and walk away like nothing had happened.

  Dean will be right in my way after tonight. I can’t get away from him. I can’t say goodbye and never see him again. And I let it happen.

  I should have known better than to have Dean come here. It’s a rule, never at my place. I don’t break my rules. Never. My teeth grind as I remember my slip up. Well, two of them. I didn’t even make him wear a rubber. The thought should anger me, but instead, it makes me feel deliciously dirty. I let myself get carried away. I should have thought it out more. I shouldn’t be so damn reckless.

  The bathroom light switches off and he appears in all his glory in the doorway. Stark naked with chiseled abs and his thick cock still at half-mast.

  I can see why he’s so fucking conceited now.

  He lazily scratches the back of his head as he stalks toward me, not at all trying to cover up any part of his body. I’ve slipped my shorts back on already and I’m pulling up a bra strap when he asks, “What are you doing?”

  “What’s it look like?” I answer him with a side-eye and bend down to pick up my shirt. Which is torn beyond any hope of repair. The memory makes my pussy clench and the sweet ache only makes me want Dean more. “Well, I guess this is trash now,” I mutter, although it comes out playful and flirtatious more than anything else.

  I can feel how my body reacts to his. It’s innate. It’s clear from the way I peek at him through my lashes, the way the heat creeps up into my cheeks and even my breathing is attuned to his.

  Like prey to a hunter… or vice versa.

  With him, it’s dangerous because I desperately want to be the prey.

  His face scrunches in sympathy. “Sorry about that,” he says, taking the shirt from my hands and letting his strong fingers brush against mine. They’re rough to the touch and send sparks of want through me, even as the soreness between my thighs intensifies by the second. Dean’s damn good at what he does. I’ll give him that.

  “You want me to get you a new one?” he asks me.

  “Why? So you can rip that one up too?”

  “What else am I good for?” he jokes as I shake my head and stare back down at the ruined fabric in my hands.

  “I knew you were bad news,” I tell him and again it’s meant as a tease, to come out playfully and add to the banter between us.

  “You don’t know my story,” he says, and his voice comes out hard. No humor, only defensiveness.

  I’m caught off guard as I watch him bend down for his shirt first. Still completely naked, but he reaches for the shirt.

  “Really?” I tease him, pretending the tension doesn’t exist. I wait for him to look up at me and that guarded expression still clouds his handsome face. It calls to me differently than before. My fingers itch to touch his jaw. To calm the sadness, but I resist. “Your shirt is what you go for first?” I keep my voice light and he huffs out a breath but lets the smile grow on his face.

  “It’s
for you,” he tells me as he balls it up and then hands it to me. “Since you’re so hellbent on having me rip another shirt off you.”

  The laughter that erupts from me at his response is genuine, as is the warmth that flows through me.

  “It’s been a while since I’ve smiled this hard,” I confess and then bite back the happiness and the honesty in that statement.

  “That’s a shame,” Dean says and pulls back the shirt before I can take it. “You’ve got a beautiful smile.” He leaves it hanging there in the air, and I take the bait, reaching out and trying to snatch it from him. A rough chuckle fills the air between us when I miss.

  “You want it?” he asks me with a smirk on his face.

  Do I want his shirt? I think to myself. I’m in my own damn house. I could go upstairs and put on whatever I want. But do I want his? The one he’s taunting me with? Not to mention the only shirt he has here.

  I nod once, feeling my hair tickle my back. The stare between us grows hotter as he takes a half step back, but holds out the shirt. My heart beats faster with each passing second and the tips of my fingers glide against one another as he shakes it, as if to say, “Here, it’s all yours.”

  I act as fast as I can, reaching for it and tearing it from him, but it’s in vain.

  He let me have it. Without a fight in the least.

  The cotton shirt is bunched in my hands as he drops his to his side and scratches his abs.

  “Aw, you’re even prettier when you pout,” he mocks me, and I roll my eyes, tossing his shirt carelessly behind him.

  “You’re no fun,” I tell him, catching my bottom lip between my teeth. He takes a large stride toward me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his hard chest before I can blink.

  “Allie Cat, all you have to do is tell me you want it,” he says as I gasp and reach both my hands up to his bare chest. My heart races and my blood heats as he lowers his lips to the shell of my ear. “Sometimes it’s fun to take, but we both know how that would end between us,” he whispers, and it sends a chill across my skin.

  He nips at my neck and then runs the tip of his nose along my jaw. My eyes close slowly as I lift my lips up to his. The first kiss is gradual, teasing even; I’m still reeling from his comment. The second is deeper but the moment his tongue slips across the seam of my lips, I have to laugh. His dick is hard again and poking me in my stomach.

  I pull away from him, but with just my upper half, seeing as how he still has a firm grip on my waist.

  “Already wanting more?” I tease him. He groans deep in the back of his throat and presses another kiss to my lips. This time I open my mouth, greeting his hot tongue with swift, deep strokes of my own.

  I moan into his mouth as he slowly unbuttons my shorts and yanks them down, shoving his hands between my legs and cupping my pussy like he owns it. My neck arches and my strangled cry of pleasure is muted when Dean covers my mouth with his. He devours me forcefully and unapologetically.

  And I can’t bring myself to regret it.

  Not this time and not the next. And not even when I wake up early in the morning to find he’s already gone but left his shirt behind with a note telling me it’s mine to keep until he replaces the other.

  At least he left a note. I’ll give him that.

  Chapter 14

  Dean

  * * *

  My muscles stretch, and the burn feels so fucking good. My heart’s racing, blood flowing and I can faintly taste the blood from the cut on my lip.

  I live for this shit.

  My pops used to watch rugby. I don’t have many fond memories of him since he was sick for so long, but as I stand in my position, cracking each knuckle one by one and waiting for the signal, I remember how I used to sit cross-legged only inches from the television screen. I can still smell the beer Pops always had next to him during a game. I can still hear him cheering them on. And the second I can, I rush forward, crashing my skull into Kev’s shoulder and digging my hands between his chest and the ball.

  My teeth are clenched; my heart isn’t fucking moving. Nothing is.

  All that matters is that I get possession. My shoulder knocks hard against Kev’s and he’s thrown backward. As I fall forward, I rip the ball out of his hands and quickly throw it to Daniel. Fast possession, fast plays.

  I tumble downward and don’t even try to brace myself. My shoulder cracks as the dirt gives and the wind is knocked from me.

  Before I can even get up, Kev’s shoving me back down to the ground, toppling over me to get to the action. Fucker steps on my hand, grinding it into the dirt. Fuck!

  My eyes narrow as my breath comes back to me and I almost grip his ankle and rip it toward me, just to see his scrawny ass bust his mouth on the way down. But I bite back the anger. It’s not what I need. It’s not good for me.

  A whistle goes off and Brant, the third player on our side, pats my back as I stand up, brushing the dirt from a scratch on my arm. His hand thumps my back as he says something over the ringing in my ears. I focus on counting in my head.

  Counting all the times I’ve lost control. All the times I’ve let my anger get the better of me.

  And all the shit it’s brought me. Several broken noses, although I’ve only had one myself. It’s one thing to pop off and pick fights because I’m bored, or because I’m angry, or even because I’m fucking lost. It’s another to let it control me. To fall back on it. I know this, I’ve been over this shit with Dr. Robinson, but I’ll be damned if it helped me as much as getting locked up did.

  I can hear the guys rallying up again as the white noise and ringing slowly fades.

  All I’m concentrating on is my rage, taming it. Keeping it in. After all, it’s Kev’s dad who helped me out. He’s friends with the judge and beating the shit out of his son isn’t the best way to pay him back.

  “Fuck yeah, man!” I hear Daniel yell in a deep voice before throwing the ball down on the ground in front of me and jumping on my side, wrapping his arms around my neck and thrusting his hips once before jumping off.

  “Whoo!” he calls out, clearly pleased with himself and the team. The smile stretches slowly across my face as I watch as he and Brant celebrate.

  “Go, team!” I hear her, the soft feminine voice shouting and cheering, before I see her.

  That sweet voice from such a sinful mouth. I can’t help but look over at her; Allie’s in the back of the bleachers this time, clapping her hands and blending in with the small crowd. Well she’s trying to, but a woman like that wasn’t meant to blend in. And it’s not so much a crowd as it is a group of kids killing time before class. I don’t think they’re even paying attention.

  She smiles brightly when I catch her gaze. I wasn’t sure if I’d see her today or not. Everything I did yesterday morning was deliberate.

  Leaving my shirt – it was an excuse to come back to her in case she doesn’t come back to me.

  Not leaving my number – so she can’t snub me and leave me hanging.

  And taking off before she woke up – to make her want the chase this time.

  Yesterday came and went easily enough. I thought about her ass and almost texted her. I took her number from her phone before leaving. I’d feel pathetic about how she’s got me wrapped around her little finger if she wasn’t sitting in the bleachers right in front of me.

  She came because she wants to see me. Plain and simple.

  And I fucking love that.

  My little Allie Cat may think this was a one-time thing, but I’m not even close to having my fill yet. She’s a girl I can play with and I can already feel the thrum of excitement in my blood from what I’m going to do to her.

  “Lookee, lookee,” I hear Kevin say to my left as we huddle up. When I look at him, his eyes are on her. “You got yourself a fan, bro,” he tells me and wraps his arm around me. Today we’re on opposite sides, mixing it up for fun.

  “Let’s run some more fast plays,” James starts saying, hands on his knees and far t
oo into practice. As if anyone really cares about this game.

  “You tap that?” Kev asks, and it irritates James but only for a second, until he looks behind my shoulder and catches sight of her.

  Daniel peeks up at her too.

  “What the fuck?” I snap at them.

  “I was just looking,” Daniel says defensively and tilts his chin up and adds, “Didn’t take long, huh?”

  “Longer than I wanted,” I tell them, and it makes Kev’s brows knit together. “She likes to be chased,” I explain and then feel weird talking about her to these guys. I barely fucking know them and it’s none of their business.

  And they don’t need to know that she’s a challenge. ‘Cause she’s for me. Not them.

  “Let’s just call it,” Brant says. “Sun’s going down and I’m fucking beat.”

  “Nah, one more,” James argues. “We’re getting lazy as fuck.”

  I crack my neck to the side and then the other. I couldn’t give two shits.

  “So, what’s she like?” Kev asks, nudging me and yet again pulling the topic back to Allie.

  “Fucking worth it,” I tell him without hesitation. I knew she’d feel like that. Tight in all the right places. Gripping my dick and working it like it belonged to her. And there’s more to come. I can already taste it. There’s something in her that’s just like me. Something to easy to recognize. I can feel it. And I know it’s going to make it that much better when I have her next.

  “She likes it rough, doesn’t she?” Kev asks and James elbows him as he adds, “Rough and dirty.”

  I catch Daniel glancing between the two of us. He doesn’t say anything, but I don’t like the look on his face or the shit they’re saying.

  “We going in again or no?” Kev asks.