Dirty Talk

by S. L. Scott

  Go.

  Go.

  Go!

  I push off and run to him, jumping into his arms. My legs wrap around his middle, my arms are around his neck. Our mouths clash together as my back is slammed against the wall. His pelvis tilts and I moan. Through my pants and his jeans, our desire is felt—hard against soft. I need more, the need for him consuming me. “The bedroom,” the words stagger out between kisses, my desperation is heard. “That way. Go. Danny.”

  His hold under my ass is firm. I feel secure in his arms and relax as he carries me into the other room. Pressing me against the wall just inside the door, he pulls back, and says, “I’m going to fuck you against this wall before I leave New York.” He spins me around, takes me to the bed, and sets me down. “But this time I want you to think of me every time you get into this bed.” He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor, the beanie coming off with it. His hair is a complete fucking mess and as if it was possible, he’s even hotter. “Get naked, Reese.”

  The command in the deep timbre of his voice is felt between my legs and I take off my clothes. He pulls two condoms from his pocket and tosses them on the bed next to me. “You came prepared.”

  “I came prepared to make you come.”

  My thighs clench from his words and I move up the bed. With my head resting on a pillow, I run my hands over the comforter as I spread my arms wide, letting my legs follow. “Don’t let me keep you.”

  “Damn, woman. You’re gonna be my undoing.”

  “Only if I’m doing it right.” My voice is suddenly huskier, befitting this conversation and the thickness of the sexual tension filling the room.

  He kneels at the base of the bed, taking hold of my ankles. “I have no doubt you’ll do me right.” My head hits the mattress as he pulls me until my knees are bent over his shoulders. “But I’ll go first.”

  The scruff I mentioned earlier… Oh yes! Hail to the scruff. I’m a believer. My eyes drop closed and my back arches as he scrapes the inside of my thighs, his lips taking possession of my pussy like it was his all along.

  Maybe it always was… like other beating parts of my body.

  My thoughts become quicksand, slipping under as my body tightens. Running my nails lightly up his neck and into his hair, I take hold, and fist. His hands are on my stomach, my breasts, my hips. He’s consuming me, his body owning all of mine, making me fall to pieces beneath him.

  When he moves, my thighs squeeze together, trapping his head between them as my body reacts to the sensitivity in my post-orgasmic euphoria. Hands slip between my legs and he spreads them apart then looks up.

  I shrug, and though I’m a little tired, I smile, feeling so good, almost too good. “Sorry.”

  He chuckles as he kisses the inside of both of my thighs and then slowly removes my legs one at a time from his shoulders. I move up the bed and he takes a condom from on top of the covers as he moves up.

  Coming down, he holds his body above me, only allowing access to his lips through a kiss, restraining himself, until he’s not. His eyes are set on mine and he says, “I’m going to make love to you.”

  “Okay,” I reply breathlessly, craving his heat to cover me.

  “After I fuck you, Reese.”

  My eyes widen and my mouth opens. “Okay.” Only one word is needed.

  He drops down on me as he takes control of my mouth, holding my jaw in place as he covers me with intense kisses. His body throbs, moving in ways that summon mine to match his rhythm.

  With the orgasm he conquered coating his lips and tongue, I don’t think, I taste and feel, the act dirty and raw, visceral, and real. Danny doesn’t hold back. This is me and him, him and me in our most natural state. I refuse to feel ashamed for enjoying the intimacy of sharing ourselves this way.

  Sitting up, he flips me over so I’m face down. Excitement is stirred inside me and I like feeling vulnerable to his needs, to his demands. I like giving him what he wants and craves from me. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, the condom wrapper heard right after.

  Looking at him, he strokes himself a few times and then rolls the condom down his proud length. I turn back around just as his leg comes over mine, his cock rubbing against my ass. Both of his hands slink under my body, grazing over my breasts and sliding down until they’re holding my hips, and he lifts me up. I prop up on my elbows and his hands run over my backside and lower. Two fingers are dragged over my pussy and up until they’re on my lower back and one disappears.

  A quick smack to my ass surprises me, my head jolting around. “Are we playing?”

  “Do you want me to?” he asks, positioning himself at my entrance, the tip of his cock teasing. The sweet pressure makes me want to seat myself solidly on his lap, but his hold of my hips gives him the final say.

  “I want you to fuck me like you promised.”

  He slams forward, bringing my body to meet his in one fast motion. My head drops down, the weight too much to hold up under the power of each thrust. His fingers wrap over my shoulders for leverage and he keeps his promise.

  Our bodies are slick with sweat and the sound of them hitting together is vulgar, animalistic, and so fucking sexy. He slides his hands around and grabs my breasts, squeezing as he fucks. They go lower over my belly. His thrusts slow as he weaves his pelvis behind me, hitting me deeper while one of his hands incites my clit. “Don’t stop, Danny.”

  “I won’t, baby. I want you to come so hard for me.”

  “God, so close.” I lift up onto my hands just as the twisting in my middle unravels, taking me with it. My whole body trembles and he continues to move, making it last longer.

  My arms shake, weakening under the pleasure just as his orgasm hits him. “Fuck, Reese!”

  He curls around me and I lie down, my head to the side, my hair stuck to my face. Maneuvering to the side I’m facing, he takes the condom off and disposes of it somewhere I don’t see. Danny lies in front of me. He reaches up and lifts the hair from my face, placing it so I have a clear view. With the gentlest of touches, he rests his hand over my heated cheek. I look at him through my sated state and smile. “Welcome to New York.”

  “I’d say so. Best greeting I’ve had in a long time.”

  I can’t stop the quickened beat of my heart hearing those words. I love that it’s his best greeting, of course, and how could I not know that after feeling his passion. Twice. Yes, I feel good. Best I’ve felt in forever.

  Since we have been apart for ten years. I’m not sure I really want to go there, but I can’t help but wonder how many greetings he has had like that, and unfortunately my mouth speaks before I can stop myself. “How many greetings have you had since… since me?”

  “Do we really want to sully the incredible time we just had with things that don’t matter?” He runs the back of his fingers over my cheek and down my neck. “Let’s just be two people getting to know each other.”

  “I’d ask this of anyone I would sleep with.” The tips of my fingers glide over his chest. I’m liking the light covering of chest hair.

  “I don’t want you mad at me. I still owe you a lovemaking.”

  “I won’t get mad. I promise.”

  Rolling onto his back, he rests his forearm on his head. “I don’t know, Reese. You sure you want to talk about this?”

  “Is it that bad?”

  “I don’t know what it is. I’m not one of those guys who keep a running tally, makes notches on bedposts, or any of that. If I had to guess, it’s probably over seventy since you.”

  I swallow that down, then repeat more for myself, “Seventy?”

  He sits up and leans over me as I roll onto my back. “See what you’re doing?”

  “I’m not judging. I’m not mad. I’m digesting.”

  “Shit. I should have lied. I knew it.”

  “No,” I say, looking at him and reassuring him. “I’m glad you didn’t lie. I don’t deal well with liars. I’m glad you were honest, even more so because you were worried
about me.” I scoot closer so I’m tucked into his warmth. He wraps an arm over me and his head drops behind mine onto a pillow. With a loud exhale I’m thinking he doesn’t believe I’m not mad. “Don’t stress. For real. It’s okay. I mean that’s like seven women a year for the last ten years. When it’s broken down like that, it’s not that many and you are a supermodel, so it could be a lot worse.”

  “Two things: Did you just call me a supermodel? Secondly, did you just break down my sex life over the last ten years? ’Cuz when you put it like that, I feel like I’ve really slacked.”

  Laughing, I nudge him with my elbow. “You did not slack. I’m just not going to freak out over something I can’t control. You were a free man and could do as you pleased. And I assume you don’t like being called a supermodel?”

  I turn in his arms so I’m looking up at him. He kisses me, then says, “Just doesn’t really fit what I’m doing and I associate that term more with women, but it’s technically correct, so it is what it is.”

  “I’m sorry.” I rub his neck. “I won’t use it if you don’t like it.” Lifting up, he also leans down and we kiss again. Moving a little so I can get a better look at his face, I ask, “You didn’t ask me my magic number. You’re not curious?”

  “I know you’ve been with other men. I’m not naïve enough to lie to myself, but I don’t need any visuals or details. I’m fine living in ignorance when it comes to your life after me.”

  If I’m not mistaken I think I’ve hit on another sensitive subject. Taking his face in my hands, I move my pelvis to the side to meet his, and whisper, “What was that about a lovemaking?”

  The right side of his mouth lifts into a sexy smirk, but it’s replaced with his lips on mine. And round two begins.

  CHAPTER 24

  ~Reese~

  WE TALK.

  We laugh.

  We make love. Again.

  We fall asleep by nine and wake up famished at midnight—for food this time.

  Danny Weston is irresistible.

  Yes, he’s hot. Yes, he’s famous. Yes, his body is perfection. But he’s also adorable and so funny. I haven’t had this much fun in forever. He says, “Okay, this time, lie down.” He pats the marble counter. “Naked.”

  I laugh. “Why do I have to be naked on a cold marble countertop?”

  Holding a bowl he just retrieved from the fridge, he says, as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world, “Because I want to eat these berries from your body.”

  “I should really tell you no every now and then.”

  “But you can’t and I love that about you.”

  After pulling my panties off, I press my bare body against him. He’s still in the knit boxers that cover way more of his body than I like. “What else do you love about me?”

  Any other guy would turn serious, but not Danny. He rolls with the punches, another characteristic of his I’ve always admired. He doesn’t let life bring him down. “I like that you ate the cake at dinner when no other woman in Spago would dare smell a dessert, much less eat it.”

  “That was some damn good cake.”

  “Looked like it. You know what else I love?”

  “What?”

  “I love that when you laugh, like tonight, it’s real, from the heart, or the gut more like it. You’re not doing it to humor me. You’re laughing for you.”

  Charmer! “Fine, Romeo. You win. I’ll get on the cold marble just for you.”

  “Yes!” He fist-pumps. In one swift motion, he lifts me and props me up on the counter.

  I sit straight up, pushing up with my hands. “Holy shit, it’s cold.” Swinging my legs around, I get into the crab crawl position. “Help a girl out, why don’t ya? Get me that towel. Chop chop,” I tease. “It’s freezing up here.”

  He reaches around and grabs the dishtowel hanging from the oven handle. He lays it flat and I sit. It’s still cold, but bearable. “I hope you’re hungry.”

  “Starving.” He places berries in particular places on my body, admiring his work as he goes along.

  “Is that the big dipper?”

  “Good eye.” He takes the berry tip of the big dipper and pops it in his mouth.

  I try not to move too much, but I very carefully rest my head on my arm, giving me a better view of this incredibly sexy man eating off me. I’m not shy around him. Not guarded. I’m relaxed in a way I haven’t been in a long time. I’m comfortable in being me, being naked, being exposed—body and soul to him like no one else before… not even him. Reveling in this ease of our relationship, I decide now is a good time to ask him a few things I’ve been curious about since I came home. “You really flew in a day early just to see me?”

  He plucks a berry from my belly button and pops it in his mouth. With the smirkiest of smirks, he replies, “I did.”

  “Did you have to wait long?”

  “No, not long.” The smirk transforms into a genuine smile, one that makes my thighs squeeze together in response, and a few berries go rolling off. “Oops.” I laugh making the rest of them scramble into the lines of my body, sending some to the floor, and a few onto the counter.

  He ducks quickly to the floor to grab the runaways and I sit up stretching to get the few that escaped across the slick marble. While reaching as far as I can to get the last one, I hear it.

  Shit.

  But I’m too slow to stop it. The brass bolt on the door clunks, the front door knob turns, and Keaton walks in. I freeze in horror. He’s stunned in place just inside the doorframe. I gasp. The berries fall from my hand and I cover myself in shock. And shame—something I’ve always felt around him.

  Danny stands and before I can scream, I’m swooped from the counter and behind him with one arm wrapped around me, shielding me from my ex.

  Keaton breaks the silent standoff we seem to be having. “Reese! What are you doing?”

  “What are you doing, Keaton?” I ask, peeking around Danny’s shoulder. “You have no right to walk into my apartment without my permission.”

  “I was stopping by to check on you.”

  “It’s after midnight, Keaton. What the hell?”

  Danny cuts in. “Hold up. Who the fuck are you?”

  “Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing with my girlfriend?”

  Danny’s arm returns to his side, my body cold without him. He glances back at me. His tone is firm when he says, “Get dressed.” He hands me the dishtowel because there is nothing else to cover me with.

  Pushing down the unsettling feelings overwhelming my insides, I take it out on the ex. “Leave, Keaton. I mean it.”

  His eyes are set on Danny, his gaze locked. “This is the model.” Instead of leaving, he moves closer, his accusatory tone becoming threatening. “You’re that fucking model.”

  “What’s it to you?” Danny throws back.

  “What’s it to me? Everything. That’s my girlfriend you’re fucking around with. Vittori is my client.” He laughs. “You are so fucked. I am going to ruin you.”

  Danny leans his hands on the marble. Only minutes before, I had sat there in complete bliss. “Let me tell you something. You can’t fucking ruin anything for me. I’ve got a reputation that far exceeds one job. And as for Vittori, fire me, but he’ll just hire me direct and bypass the middleman. And lastly, and I want you to listen good and hard. Reese isn’t your girlfriend and I wasn’t fucking around with her. I was fucking her. Get it straight, asshole.”

  Keaton’s hands are fisting, his face red with anger. I’ve never seen him like this and a million scary thoughts of the revenge he’s going to attempt run through my head. With the towel tucked under my elbows, I raise my hands in a cautionary manner in hopes of calming him. “Please, Keaton. Please just leave. We can talk tomorrow. You’ve been wanting to talk. I’ll do it. I’ll meet you and we can talk.”

  Danny’s breath is heavy, the sound filling my ears. His disapproval is heard when he says, “Go to the bedroom, Reese.”

  “This isn’t worth a figh
t. You have a shoot tomorrow.” Turning to Keaton, I plead, “We can’t risk losing this campaign. Vittori spent a fortune on the last shoot and we’ll lose even more if Danny can’t make this shoot. Please. Just leave. We will talk tomorrow. I promise.”

  “You heard her. Leave,” Danny snarls. “This is your last warning before I call the cops and have you removed.”

  Dread sinks to the bottom of my stomach as Keaton laughs again, purposely pushing all of Danny’s buttons. “I’ve got news for you, pretty boy.” He holds up a key. “I come and go as I please.”

  Needing this to end before this confrontation gets violent, I screw my lack of dress and walk to the door with the dishtowel over the front of my body. I open the door wider. “I want you to leave right now or I will call the cops. You have no right to use that key.” I hold my hand out. “Give it to me.”

  He turns to me, looking up and down my body with disgust. “We’re going to talk in the morning.” When he slams the key in my hand, the teeth dig into my skin. I wince, but hold back showing the pain I experience.

  As soon as he walks out, I shut the door and lock all three bolts and add the chain. Danny has gone to the bedroom. He’s sitting on the end of the mattress with his head in his hands when I walk in. Giving him space, I take my robe and slip it on, then lean against the wall. “Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, keeping my voice quiet.

  “I don’t know. Do I? Do I want to know what that was about out there?”

  “I think you know.”

  He stands up and grabs his jeans from the floor. “Yeah, I know.” He starts putting them on and I want to stop him. I’m just not sure I have a right to. He reaches for his shirt and his beanie, snatching them from where they landed in our sexual frenzy to get them off earlier. “I’m gonna go.”

  “I’d like you to stay.” I tuck my hands behind my back, restraining myself from running to him and begging him to stay here with me when that’s all I want to do.

  His eyes reach me and I’m pinned to the spot where I stand. “I don’t know anything about your life. You haven’t given me anything except what I’ve found out because I overheard a phone conversation, and now I’m stuck in what looks like a fight between a boyfriend and girlfriend.”