THE DIRTY ONES

by JA Huss

  “Talk to me,” he says. “Say all the things to me.”

  “Fuck me harder,” I say, smiling. Breaking the erotic spell, just a little.

  “Not good enough,” he says. “I’ve heard better.”

  Which makes me laugh. And that laugh feels so, so, so good. And I want to make him happy. I want to impress him with all the years I’ve spent writing erotic sex scenes. Imagining him as my hero in every single book. Putting words in his mouth, and my mouth, and playing out all my dirty fantasies on the pages with paragraphs and chapters, and books, and books, and more books.

  So I say, “Flip me over and fuck me hard, Mr. Arlington. Because if you don’t, I’ll walk away wanting more.”

  “Maybe that’s what I’m after,” he whispers. “Maybe I don’t want you to love it. Maybe I want you to need more so next time you’ll see what’s missing.”

  “I know what’s missing,” I say. “But she’s not here and we are. So we’ll just have to pretend.”

  “Tell me more,” he says. “Tell me what you want her to do.”

  “If Sofia was here, and you were on top of me the way you are now, she’d be right next to me,” I say. “She’d be on her side, head resting on my shoulder, looking up at you as you pushed your cock deep inside me.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he moans. “Fuck, yeah, she would.”

  Because that’s how it was.

  “She’d play with my breasts. Pinch my nipples, and kiss my mouth. Her hand would slowly find its way between my legs. To the mess of wet, sticky sex from our mingled bodies. And she’d play with it. Rubbing it on my stomach. Playing with my clit—”

  “Jesus Christ, Kiera. That mouth is so dirty, makes me want to kiss it.”

  So he does. He kisses my dirty mouth as he fucks me. And when he pulls his head aside to bite my shoulder because the motion of our bodies is too much to maintain a kiss, I go on.

  “She’d get me off with you inside. Make me come with her fingers. And wrap her legs around me any way she could manage so I could feel how wet she was for us. How ready she was for you—”

  “Kiera—”

  “And then you’d bite your lip the way you are now. Trying not to come because you wanted to make sure you had enough energy left for her, or me, if it was her turn and not mine.”

  “Kiera—”

  “And when I couldn’t hold it in any longer I’d let go. Just let it all go and explode. And she’d kiss me. And whisper, ‘He fucked you hard, right? He fucked you good. And you loved it, didn’t you, you dirty little slut.’ And you—”

  “Kiera, oh, my fucking God—”

  “—filthy, filthy slut. Always trying to be the dirtiest dirty one.”

  “—shut up!”

  I want to laugh, but I want to torture him more. “And then she’d start playing with me. Driving me crazy to make me come again. Or make me squirt on her fingers. And then she’d push you off me. Hard, roughly. And slither her way underneath you, and put your hard, slick cock inside her pussy and say, ‘Come in me, Connor. Come inside me. Give me everything you have left.’”

  He grunts, dropping his full body weight onto my breasts, panting hard, sucking in air like he can’t get enough. And his body goes stiff and still and he explodes too.

  We stay like that for a long time. Then he falls off to one side, one arm sliding underneath me, the other wrapping around my middle so he can pull me closer, even though we’re as close as two people can be.

  “I’ve missed you,” he whispers, drowsy with sleep. “Don’t go away again.”

  I smile as I enter the dream world again. A world of butterflies, and orgies, and dark rooms at the top of a tower where sex was a story written in a book by my hand. And there are fountains of champagne and gowns that are really costumes, and so many mysteries that make no sense.

  But later… later there’s a noise in the dark. The soft padding of footsteps. And in my dream I open my eyes and see Sofia, naked, climbing into bed with us on Connor’s side. He turns, eyes still closed, and slides one arm underneath her. Pulls us both close.

  And I think, This is a nice dream.

  But then I hear another noise across the room and squint my eyes, trying to see what’s there. Imagining Emily with one of those ancient swords from the weapon room I’m still sure exists.

  But it’s not Emily.

  It’s Hayes.

  And this isn’t a dream.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN - CONNOR

  My arm is already around Sofia before I even fully realize what I’ve done. But fuck it. This is what I wanted, wasn’t it? It’s always what I wanted. I was just never able to admit it before tonight.

  And hearing Kiera dirty-talk Sofia into our lovemaking has me convinced that we can do this. We are meant to have this one last time together. All of us. And if being a senator means I have to choose, then fuck it. I want nothing to do with politics. I’d much rather go down in history as that deviant Arlington boy than Mr. Connor Arlington, US Senator from the great state of New York.

  I can commit, goddammit. I will. To these Dirty Ones in this bedroom with me. Now and forever.

  That’s when I notice Hayes walking towards us on Kiera’s side of the bed. I have a moment of panic. Like… maybe she loves him more than me. Maybe she’d prefer him instead?

  And for sure, she’s into this. She’s staring at him as he approaches her, unbuckling his belt and then pulling it through the loops with a swooshing sound that makes me hot for some reason. I picture him slapping her ass with it and realize that actually happened once. Not sure when. Not exactly. Back in college, for sure, since that’s the last time he was in a bedroom with me. But which party? That I don’t know.

  But he drops the belt and starts taking off his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and unbuttoning it from the bottom up, his eyes only on Kiera. But then, just for a moment, they flick to me. But back to her in almost the same instant.

  Kiera hasn’t moved. Her eyes are locked on his.

  Sofia brings my attention back where it belongs. With her. She untangles herself from my embrace and climbs up on my body, her thighs straddling mine, and begins to rub her already primed and wet pussy up and down my half-hard cock.

  I absently wonder if Hayes has been playing with her already. Of it that wetness is just for me.

  I decide it doesn’t matter. Not tonight.

  Her long, dark hair sways across my chest as she lowers her lips to mine and begins to kiss me. I grab both ass cheeks, then slap them. Hard. Breaking the stillness in the room with the booming sound.

  She says, “Ooooh.” Like it hurt but felt good too.

  I grab her hair in fistfuls, pulling her even closer, ready for a hard fuck now that the soft one with Kiera is over.

  “Yes,” she moans. “Just like that.”

  I have never felt the need to be careful with Sofia in bed. Which is ironic, because in any other circumstance she needs all the variations of careful. She is sad, and quiet, and introspective. She takes everything to heart.

  But during sex she changes into something else. Someone completely different. Someone who wants to be thrown down on a mattress face-first and fucked hard in the ass. She turns into one of the dirty ones, just like us. And I never have to be careful of her feelings in bed, either. Because she is getting everything she ever wanted when we’re in the filthy dream world of multiples. This is joy to her. Happiness fulfilled.

  “Turn over,” I say. But I don’t explain more because I don’t need to. She knows what I want because we’ve done it like this a hundred million times before. In the real. In the dreams…

  She kisses me hard one more time, then carefully positions herself so her back is pressing against my chest. I don’t know if Kiera will be into it, but it’s worth taking a chance.

  I play with her pussy until she’s gushing wet, then drag that down to her asshole with one hand, fisting my now fully-hard cock with the other. It doesn’t slip inside her asshole easily. And she moans and cries out two
or three times. But in between those moans and cries she says, “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” in quick, panting breaths.

  And when I breach her tight muscles and finally get inside her, she squeaks out, “Yes, yes, yes,” as I open her legs and turn my head to see Kiera.

  She is fisting Hayes’ cock, two-handed. But she sees what we’re doing and she knows how to play her part. It’s been a long time, but this is one fuck you don’t forget.

  I’ve done it to her too. They’ve been in opposite places before. So she knows what it feels like and makes her move. Dropping Hayes’ cock and scooting her body into position.

  But Hayes, never one to be left out, grabs her by the ankle and pulls her back toward him.

  “Come on, man,” I say.

  He just smiles at me and drops a knee to the mattress, making us all shift in his direction. He’s naked now and I wish I hadn’t missed that. His undressing. But there’s no time for regrets because he climbs over Kiera and takes the position that was meant for her. Pressing his fingers into Sofia’s soft, primed pussy until she reaches for my arms, holding her in place, and digs her nails into my skin.

  There’s a second when I think Hayes and I will take her at the same time, but then he drops his face between her legs and begins to lick her. His hot breath on my dick, which is now so hard, it’s like I didn’t just get off a little while ago.

  His other hand grabs Kiera by the waist and pulls her close. He says, “Get up. Make him lick you.”

  And she does.

  God, I want to die as I watch her kneel on the bed, then crawl her way up to my head, straddle my face, and drop her delicious pussy onto my mouth.

  I wriggle out of the death grip Sofia has on my arms because I want to grab Kiera’s hips. I squeeze her flesh hard, rocking her back and forth across my face. Letting my tongue flick her clit when she lifts her hips up and grabs onto the headboard.

  I stop fucking Sofia in the ass because my mind is blown. There’s no way I can concentrate on how this feels. Her asshole clenching around the shaft of my dick while I suck in the sweet taste and scent of Kiera.

  But I don’t need to move to fuck her. Hayes does that for us. He’s got his hands on her hips, gripping her the way I’m gripping Kiera, and he’s thrusting her back and forth across my chest.

  Kiera lifts up off my face, but I hold her tight, whispering, “No, no, no,” as she tries to escape.

  But she says, “Shhh,” as she pries my hands off her, and turns around. Leaning forward on Sofia’s belly in an awkward position, but I see what she’s going for. One hand steadies herself. Flat on the mattress, the other reaches for Hayes, digging her fingertips into his hair.

  There’s some movement and repositioning as Hayes makes his cock available. And then we are a twisted tangle of sweaty, sexy bodies as Kiera’s mouth covers the tip of his cock and begins to suck wildly.

  She’s not in range for me to lick her so I play with her instead. Overwhelmed by all the sensations in this moment.

  Sofia, and Hayes, and Kiera, and Connor…

  Like the old days, I realize. A memory coming back to me. Someone’s party. Can’t really remember, don’t really care.

  I just know we’ve done this before. The four of us. The six of us. All of us.

  The Dirty Ones.

  Sofia comes. From my cock in her ass or Hayes’s magic tongue, who knows. Who cares. She just comes hard. And I wish I was the one licking her pussy right now. Licking her as her come slides out and I lap it up like sweet cream.

  Then there’s more repositioning. Hayes is next to me, shoulder to shoulder, and Kiera climbs on top of him, spreading the lips of her pussy with one hand as she slides over his cock.

  The daylight is breaking outside. And Kiera looks like a dream in the soft, gray winter light.

  She leans down, kissing Hayes, then shifts over, kissing me. Sofia is writhing again and when Kiera reaches over to play with her, she comes again.

  And that’s it, folks. That’s all I can stand. I pull my cock out, slide Sofia over onto the mattress, and pump myself hard as I watch Kiera rock her hips back and forth on Hayes’s cock like a mad woman who hasn’t been fucked in years.

  I spill all over Sofia’s stomach and her fingertips are there, playing with it. Eyes closed, legs still spread wide as she brings herself to one final climax.

  I flop down on the bed next to her and watch Kiera. How her long, wild mane of unruly blonde hair whips across Hayes’ chest.

  I can’t see her face when she comes, but I’ve seen it enough to know what she looks like.

  A beautiful, erotic, sex goddess. Writhing in the break of dawn.

  He’s about to come, I realize. And I think he’s gonna do it inside her. Because he’s kissing her mouth as he holds her face close to his. Unable to let her go.

  And for a second I wonder… did I make a mistake? Will he take her away from me?

  But if he does… then it was never meant to be. I’m selfish for wanting two women and both Kiera and Sofia deserve whatever it is that fills them up. And if Kiera decides that’s Hayes then—

  “Fuck you, asshole,” I say, pushing her off him.

  I don’t know what I was thinking two seconds ago, but I do now.

  I grab Kiera’s hair and push her head down on his cock. She takes him deep, wrapping her lips around his shaft.

  He comes in her throat. And the gagging noises she makes as she pushes him away turn me on.

  The four of us sleep in fits of erotic gratification. Desperately tired but unable to forget that we are surrounded by naked bodies lathered in the scent of sex. Unable or maybe just unwilling to leave the dream behind.

  When I wake up it’s probably late afternoon. I realize two things.

  One, it’s Thursday and I’m still not at work. My phone is probably blowing up with messages, but oh, well. It’s in the other room, so who cares.

  And two, Hayes is gone.

  Kiera and Sofia are twisted up like a couple. Arms and legs crossing over each other. Dark hair spilling over onto Kiera. Blonde hair spilling over onto Sofia.

  They are Venus twins. Perfect, sculptured goddesses of sex.

  And they are mine.

  Are they mine?

  God, why does everything always look so different in the daylight?

  I ponder that as I swing my legs out of bed and begin getting dressed, hoping I’ll wake them up and maybe we can go at it one more time before I have to face the repercussions of disappearing.

  But they don’t. Sofia is snoring softly, mouth slightly open. I can’t even see Kiera’s face. It’s resting on Sofia’s stomach, turned towards the window. Covered by her tangled mess of hair.

  I settle for just pants and go looking for Hayes, needing to talk last night through.

  He’s not in the library, but the massive double doors are wide open. So I guess that means he’s somewhere out there and not in one of the other bedrooms.

  I walk out into the hallway and stop at the railing that overlooks the grand staircase. Look down. Listen for voices.

  Nothing.

  I see nothing. I hear nothing.

  No cops. No dogs. No doctors.

  Jesus Christ. Did all that shit really happen last night?

  I don’t even know where to begin looking for Hayes in this hideous mansion either, so for a second I think about going back to bed. But… no. We need to be clear on what last night was before the girls wake up.

  So I start the long descent down the stairs, barefoot. The stone is cold on the soles of my feet but it feels kinda good. Like a firm root in the soil of reality.

  When I get to the bottom and stand in the grand foyer, I have no clue where to go next.

  I think the dining room is that way. But unless he takes his breakfast in the industrial catering kitchen or at that ridiculous monstrosity of a dining table, I can’t imagine he’s that way.

  I turn to look at another wing of the house and wonder if he actually lives here.

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p; Like… does he sleep in this fucking place? I can’t even imagine it. It’s like bedding down at the Met every night.

  I shiver, shaking off the chills of spending a night in a place like this alone.

  Do his parents even live here still? Like is there anyone here at this moment?

  Servants, surely.

  But there’s literally no one around.

  I turn into a hallway and walk for a little while, passing a music room, another library or maybe an office, an atrium that is loud with birdsong, so that’s probably an aviary.

  And then eventually I reach a huge sitting area. And by sitting area I mean Waldorf Astoria Hotel New York kind of sitting room. Like they throw afternoon tea here on Sundays. That kind of room. A dozen small round or square tables surrounded by low, upholstered armchairs.

  I cup my hands to my mouth and yell, “Hayes! Where the fuck are you?”

  Nothing but an echo.

  I turn and look back the way I came, wondering if the girls heard me and I woke them.

  Nah. No way that’s even possible. They’re like a half a mile of stairs and hallways away.

  “Dude,” I say, loud but not yelling. “Where the fuck are you?”

  There is literally no hope of me finding him in here and that suddenly makes me think of Emily and her great escape last night.

  No way they found her. No fucking way. I continue through the sitting room and come to another hallway. “Hayes!” I yell again. “Dude!”

  Then the slapping of feet behind me makes me turn.

  “Hayes?” I ask the empty hallway. “Is that you, man?” Knowing it’s not.

  I backtrack the way I came. “Hayes?” I ask the empty air again.

  More slapping feet.

  Does he have family here? Like little nieces and nephews or something?

  No. Dude is an only child. I know that.

  “Hayes?” I say, louder this time. “Hayes!” A little more urgent.

  Because right now, I think I’m lost in his stupid house. I thought I was taking the obvious path when I came this way, but when I backtrack and walk past a pool, I know that’s not the case. There are no birds, either.