Dirty Talk

by Opal Carew

  Her tongue laved over him, swirling around the tip first, then the circles growing bigger.

  When she opened her lips around him, he didn’t think she’d be able to get his cock into her mouth. Many women had trouble with that and Sonny was petite. But she glided her lips downward, opening wider and wider.

  He watched her, amazed and wildly turned on, as she continued downward until she took the whole cockhead in her mouth.

  Oh, fuck, the feel of her around him was heaven.

  When she glided even further, he groaned.

  Her hands started to move up and down. She moved deeper on him, taking in almost half his shaft. Her hands clung tight to the rest of it.

  When she started to move her hands and mouth in unison, up and down his aching cock, he nearly choked with need.

  Oh, God, the feel of his massive cock pulsing in her hands… filling her mouth… had her body quivering with need. What would it feel like to have him inside her body? The big shaft gliding deep into her. Stretching her with his hefty girth.

  She could feel the melting flesh between her legs. She knew she was so wet she could climb on top of him right now and take him inside with no problem.

  And, oh, God, she wanted to so badly.

  If she stripped off her clothes right now, she was sure he wouldn’t stop her if she slid onto his lap and pressed his big cockhead to her slickness, then lowered herself onto him.

  But trust went both ways and she’d promised him she wouldn’t take advantage.

  Even begging him to make love to her now wouldn’t be fair. Convincing herself it would then be his decision was just a lie. He’d said at the outset that he didn’t want to go any further than this and she had to honor that.

  So she sucked him deeply then surged downward, taking him as far as she could.

  Dark thoughts on the edge of her consciousness… about how she’d become so good at this… tried to push forward, but she stifled them.

  This was Tal, and she wanted to be with him. Wanted to give him pleasure.

  “Sonny, are you okay?”

  She gazed up at his deep blue eyes, filled with concern.

  She loved touching his naked body. Loved his thick cock filling her like this.

  She drew back. “I’m fine. I’m just so happy you’re letting me do this.”

  He looked doubtful and she was sure he’d seen the dark cloud of the past in her eyes.

  She filled her mouth with his big member again, and then slid her fingers under one of his big balls and caressed it, to his groan.

  She suckled and squeezed his cockhead, then glided her tongue down his length and lapped at his balls. Then she drew one into her mouth, cradling it gently.

  “Ohhhh, baby.” His hand cupped her head and he stroked her hair gently.

  She massaged his soft flesh with her tongue, then lightly suckled, her hand gliding up and down his erection.

  “Fuck, baby, you’ve got me so hot.”

  She stroked faster, pumping him in deep strokes. Imagining that big cock inside her body. Filling her with pleasure.

  “I’m so fucking close.”

  She licked up his cock again and gazed into his eyes, her hand snug around his shaft, her lips poised on his tip.

  “Come for me,” she said.

  Then she dove down deep. She pumped him with her mouth, moving up and down, taking him deep.

  She felt his body tense. Then he groaned and hot liquid squirted deep into her throat.

  She kept sucking and pumping, milking every last drop from him.

  When he was done, she kept him in her mouth a moment longer, not wanting this intimacy to end. She caressed his hot flesh with her tongue, stroking it lovingly.

  Finally, she eased back, slipping his giant cock from her lips.

  She slid up beside him on the bed and snuggled in close, her legs curled beside her as she wrapped one arm around his waist and the other around his bulging, muscular arm and rested her head on his shoulder.

  He was still sucking in air, his head resting against the pillows, his eyes closed.

  She ran her hand down his naked chest, the solid muscle rock hard under her fingertips. His skin was glazed with a thin layer of sweat.

  A deep longing throbbed inside her and she yearned for him to roll over and take her. To plunge deep inside her and sate this heart-rending ache.

  She sighed, allowing her hand to stray to his cheek, then gently stroke his face.

  “Thank you, Tal.”

  He chuckled, a rumble from deep inside his massive chest.

  “You just gave me the best orgasm of my life and you’re thanking me?”

  She nuzzled his jawline, loving the raspy feel of his coarse whiskers against her lips. She dragged her teeth over his chin. The feel of the thick stubble against her teeth was intensely masculine.

  Tal curled his hand over her shoulder and eased her back.

  “Sonny, it’s not going any further than this.”

  She drew in a deep breath and sighed. “I know.”

  She ran her fingertips along his temple and around his ear, wanting so badly to pull him in for a kiss. But instead she slumped against his side, tightening her arm around his waist again, unwilling to let him go just yet.

  Fuck, he realized that she was aroused and needy right now, but there wasn’t anything he could do to help her with that. Because he knew if he opened that door, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

  He’d take her.

  All the way.

  Once he started down that path, the only thing that would stop him would be her. If she said ‘no’ at any step along the way, he’d back right off. No matter how difficult it might be.

  But he knew she wouldn’t.

  “I’m sorry, Sonny. I shouldn’t have said yes to this. Now you want more and—”

  “No, it’s okay. I’m glad you said yes. I wanted this. And I meant it when I said I wouldn’t take advantage.”

  She eased away and he immediately wished he could pull her back against him.

  “I do have another favor to ask of you, though,” she said.

  His mouth turned up in a half grin. “I thought you said you weren’t going to take advantage.”

  She bit her lip and her big, brown eyes filled with anxiety.

  Shit, now he felt like a jerk. “Sonny, it’s okay. I was just joking.”

  He sat up more and took her hand. “Please tell me what it is.”

  She frowned, but nodded.

  “Since you’ve decided that…” She sucked in a breath. “Since you and I will never make love… I was hoping you would make another audio for me. Where we… actually do it together. Where you describe how you’d make love to me. How it would feel. What you’d do. What you’d like me to do.”

  Fuck. Just the thought sent his head spinning. If he sat in his apartment, thinking about how he’d touch her… recording his voice as he imagined stripping her down… touching her soft, beautiful body… then sliding his cock into her velvety opening…

  His cock was swelling at the images fluttering through his brain, and since it was exposed, it was excruciatingly obvious.

  Her gaze shifted to his solid shaft rising upward.

  “You clearly want to.” Her gaze returned to his face. “Please, Tal. If I can never experience it in real life, at least give me that.”

  “Fuck, baby, I…”

  But she wrapped her hand around him and stroked. He groaned.

  “You’re not playing fair, baby,” he murmured.

  She nodded, then leaned down and licked him, her soft tongue sending heat crackling through him.

  “I know. Because I really want this.”

  He drew her toward him and, unable to resist, pulled her into a kiss. Her tongue greeted his as he pushed inside her sweet mouth. As he deepened the kiss, pulling her tight to his chest, he drew her hand from his cock.

  He released her lips. “Okay, I’ll do it. But you’re leaving now.”

  Tal sat
and stared out the window over his desk at the great view of the river and park. He was too distracted to get much work done this afternoon. Maybe going for a walk in the bright summer sunshine would help him regain his focus.

  But what was really preoccupying him was the promise he’d made to Sonny a few days ago to make the audio. Fuck, anytime he started to think about doing it, he got so turned on he could barely think straight, let alone figure out a coherent set of things to say.

  She wanted to have sex with him, which was amazing. It was a huge step forward for her. And he sure as hell wanted to have sex with her. Why the hell was he holding back? Had he been a fucking idiot to break it off with her?

  But the image of her frightened face when he’d attacked the guy who’d hurt her still haunted him. He never wanted to see that look on her face again. The fact that he had triggered it tore him in two.

  His hands clenched into fists. He wanted so badly to be the first man she made love with since her ordeal. He wanted to show her such sweet tenderness and caring that she’d never fear being with a man again.

  Fuck, who was he kidding? He wanted her to want to be with him. And him alone.

  Because he had fucking fallen in love with her.

  A rapping at the apartment door broke Tal’s reverie. He pushed his chair back from the desk and strode to the entrance. Sonny’s beautiful face greeted him as he opened the door.

  “Hi,” he said.

  “Hi.” Her face glowed as her lips turned up in a smile. “May I come in?”

  “Uh… yeah, sure.”

  “I wanted to update you on what’s happening,” she said, as she followed him into the living room.

  She sat down on the couch and he sat across from her, not wanting to be too close.

  “Good news?” he asked.

  “They found another woman who wants to press charges against V. They’ve arrested him. But they also found he’s had some shady financial dealings. They’re offering him a deal to reduce the charges on that if he confesses to the sexual assault charges and gives them enough information to make a case against D.”

  “That is good news.”

  She nodded. “Not only that, he told them D’s identity and the location of the house where he’d kept me. When the police showed up there, they found he had another woman held captive.”

  “Fuck.” Anger flared through Tal.

  She nodded. “She’d been there a week, but they were able to get her out before she suffered months of brutality.”

  She stood up and walked toward him and sat down on the arm of his chair, then took his hand. The gentle touch of her fingers made his heart thump faster.

  “And it’s all because of you. You’re a hero.”

  “No. Assaulting someone… terrifying you… those are not heroic acts.”

  “Tal, you’re beating yourself up more about this than you beat him. He did far worse to me, and who knows how many other women.”

  Tal’s heart clenched at her words, terrible images of Sonny beaten and in pain surging through him.

  “I was terrified when I saw him… frozen to the spot,” she continued. “If you hadn’t shown up when you did, he would have continued on his way and we never would have found out his identity. The police would never have arrested him, and they wouldn’t have found D and saved the new woman he kidnapped.”

  She squeezed his hand.

  “Don’t you see, Tal? You saved me from the endless fear of knowing he’s still out there free. Maybe coming back for me. You’ve saved V’s victims from the same fear. And you’ve saved countless women who might have become future victims if these men weren’t found and, hopefully, locked up for a long time.”

  She rested her soft hand on his cheek.

  “You’re so hard on yourself, but you are a sweet, caring man. The fact that you struck out at him was a reaction to the horrible things he’d done, and your deep need to protect me, which is a wonderful thing. Please don’t judge yourself badly for one extreme, emotional act.”

  Her fingers glided over his jaw. Her tender touch, and the sight of her large, luminous brown eyes gazing at him with gratitude and… something deeper… made his heart swell.

  If this woman could accept him exactly as he was, then… maybe he wasn’t the violent animal he’d always feared he was.

  He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. The feel of her lips, so soft and pliant under his, filled him with a growing desire.

  When he eased back, she gazed up at him with a smile.

  “Tal, have you made that audio for me yet?”

  Sonny watched Tal blink in confusion and she laughed.

  “The audio?” he asked.

  “That’s right.” She rested her hand on his chest and stroked gently. “Because if you haven’t… maybe you could do it now.”

  “Now? With you here, you mean?”

  Heat shimmered through her body.

  “Yes. With me right here.”

  He slid her off his lap and stood up, then he strode down the hall and disappeared.

  She stared after him, confused. Was that a no? Did he expect her to leave now?

  But he returned a moment later with a laptop and microphone in his hand. He set it down on the table beside the couch and opened the computer, then connected the microphone and set it on a stand beside it.

  “Sit in the chair,” he instructed.

  She sat down in the armchair across from the couch, watching him open an app on the computer and then he sat down on the couch.

  He grabbed the hem of his white t-shirt and pulled it over his head, then tossed it to the floor. She almost gasped at the sensational sight of his glorious muscles and dense tattoos.

  He closed his eyes, and drew in a few deep breaths. She licked her lips, longing to cross the distance between them and sit down beside him, then stroke that incredible chest.

  After a few moments, he opened his eyes.

  His gaze locked on her and glided down her body. She felt heat swelling inside her at his potent male attention. His focus shifted to her breasts and she found herself intensely conscious of her breathing, Of the rise and fall of her chest.

  His blue eyes darkened to the color of the midnight sky and she noticed the bulge forming in his jeans. His hand rested on it and he began to stroke.

  “You’re sure you’re ready for this?” he asked.

  The sight of his hand gliding over the denim… stroking his cock… made her stomach flutter. Desire washed through her.

  She stared at him, mesmerized.

  “Uh huh,” she said weakly.

  His lips curled up in a broad smile. “Okay.”

  He clicked a button on the laptop, then leaned back on the couch. His gaze settled on her face.

  Hello, baby. I’ve been sitting here thinking about you. About what it would be like to make love to you.

  I want to know what it would feel like to touch you. To cup your soft, naked breasts in my hands. Feel your nipples pucker and harden against my palms.

  His gaze dropped to her breasts, sending need surging through her. She wanted his hands on her so badly.

  Mmm. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. My cock is swelling inside my jeans.

  In my fantasy, you lean forward in the big armchair and smile as you run your hands down your body… then grasp the hem of your shirt and draw it up... Slowly… Seductively…

  She ran her fingers down the side of her shirt, then slowly started pulling it up, her deep need to be with him compelling her to bring this fantasy to life. His deep blue eyes flared with heat.

  Fuck, seeing more and more of your naked skin being exposed is making me rock hard. I’m stroking my cock as you pull your top all the way off.

  She drew in a breath and tugged it off, tingles dancing across her skin as his gaze lingered on her breasts.

  Oh, yeah. I love your sheer, black lace bra that barely covers your nipples.

  She watched his hand stroke over the front of his jeans. She sucked i
n a breath, wishing she was feeling what his fingers felt right now.

  Ah, fuck, baby, you are so sexy.

  I imagine you standing up and unzipping your jeans then dropping them to the floor.

  Mesmerized by the longing in his eyes, she stood up and unzipped her pants, then sucked in a breath and dropped them to the floor.

  He smiled.

  Mmm, now you’re standing in front of me in just your sexy bra and those tiny matching panties.

  You slowly walk toward me, then kneel in front of me and watch my hand gliding over my growing bulge.

  She stepped out of her jeans, then knelt in front of him, her gaze locked on his moving hand.

  Ah, baby. The thought of you close to me… watching me… is driving me wild. I ache to feel your hands on me. Your lips.

  I know you want to touch me. To taste me.

  Your hand glides up my thigh over the denim. Slowly. Building up my need until it’s a desperate ache inside me.

  She rested her hand on his warm thigh, then moved along it, watching his hand moving, along his shaft, wishing it was her hand around it.

  When you finally reach my cock, you stroke along the swollen shaft, squeezing it through the denim.

  She gazed into his eyes, her heart pounding as he slid his hand away. She drew in a deep breath and glided over his thick bulge. Oh, God it was so hard.

  Unzip my jeans, baby, and pull it out.

  She drew in a breath and unzipped him, then reached inside. As her fingers wrapped around his rigid cock, the heat of it made her melt. She drew it out and stared at it. It was gigantic. Swollen and red, with veins throbbing along the sides. The head was as large as a plum. She wanted to lick it.

  Ohhh, yeah, the feel of your fingers around me is making me harder. And the way you’re looking at my cock… as if you want to devour me… You’re making me so fucking hot.

  Can you feel me pulsing in your hand?

  God, yes, she could. It sent quivers through her.