Dirty Little Quickies

by Shanora Williams

  “Yeah, Mom?”

  “What is that on your neck?” She places the last napkin down then walks around the table to get to me, tilting my head up. “Is that a hickey?” she gasps aloud, her eyes getting rounder.

  I wrap a hand around that side of my neck, my face burning hot now. “It’s nothing. Just a small bruise from Hannah.”

  “Yeah,” she scoffs. “I think you mean a small bruise from a young man’s desperate lips.” I fight a smile. She has no idea. This man isn’t young. He’s older, sexier, and dirtier. “All I know is you better not let your father see that. Go upstairs and cover it up, sweetie.”

  That’s the thing about Mom. She sees something and brushes it right off. She treats me like a woman, allows me to learn from my mistakes in life and teaches me how to fix them. She knows I’m not a little girl anymore, but Dad still treats me like I’m a child. I honestly don’t think that will ever change.

  I smile at her on my way out the dining room, rushing up the stairs to get to my bedroom. I step into my bathroom and grab my concealer, dabbing some on my neck.

  Just as I wrap up, I hear the doorbell ring. My heart dances in my chest as I toss the concealer down and fluff my hair.

  Not enough.

  I want to look hot for him, so I grab my lip-gloss and apply an extra coat. I’m purposely wearing a knee-length floral dress with no panties. I know nothing will happen tonight — not with Dad around. Dom will be on his best behavior — hell, he may not even look at me because he’ll be too worried about Dad getting suspicious.

  I fix myself and then prance out of my bedroom, rushing down the stairs and yelling, “I’ll get it!” while Mom rushes to set the table.

  I swing the door open, and there he is, at least six inches taller than me. He’s broad and lean and so damn sexy. His beard is combed, and his hair is gelled back, slightly classy, but still rustic.

  My heart is pounding now, my pulse swimming in my ears. If my parents weren’t here, I’d drag him inside, push him down on the couch, pull his pants down, and jump straight onto his big cock — well, right after making sure Hannah is in a safe place.

  “Hey, Naomi.” Dom greets me formally, but gives me a charismatic smile. His teeth are straight and perfect. Everything about him is perfect — to me, anyway. I don’t know what it is about today, but I can’t stop staring at him. It’s hard not to admire him.

  “Hey, Dom,” I murmur.

  “Is that Dom I hear?” I hear Dad’s voice boom from the garage.

  I reach for Hannah and let Dom inside with a smile.

  He steps closer to me, and before my dad comes around the corner, he murmurs in my ear, “You look fucking amazing, baby.”

  “Dom!” Dad shouts playfully, holding his hands out in the air. He’s always so happy to see Dom, and always so distracted when he’s around, which is good because he doesn’t see me blushing.

  Dom returns the same enthusiasm and they shake hands and do a one-armed brotherly hug, getting right into sports talk as they make way to sit on the couch.

  “Where is that sweet baby girl?” Mom chimes, stepping around the corner just as I shut the door.

  Hannah laughs when she sees Mom, and Mom immediately sticks her hands out for her. I hand Hannah over, and then walk past Dom to get to the kitchen.

  While Dad has his back to me, too caught up in his heated sports replay, and Mom playing and laughing with Hannah, I take the opportunity to look at Dom.

  His eyes slide over to mine while Dad’s distracted with his phone, and when he does, my tongue gently rolls over my bottom lip, my teeth sinking into it.

  “I want to fuck the shit out of you,” he mouths.

  I beam, disappearing around the corner before either of my parents can catch us in the act.

  After dinner, and several long stares at Dom as he told stories about his job at the local gym, Dad picks up his keys with a sigh.

  “We’re outta beer. I’m gonna go and get more,” I hear him tell Mom when he steps into the kitchen while we clean up.

  Dom comes in behind him, holding Hannah in one arm. “Want me to ride with you?”

  “Nah, that’s okay,” Dad answers. “I’ll be quick.”

  Dom nods and Dad takes off, marching out the front door in his sergeant-like manner.

  I step in, needing any excuse to be alone with him right now. “Hey, Mr. Thomas, you ready for me to kick your butt in a game of pool?”

  His bright brown eyes spark. “You, kick my butt?” He laughs a hearty, deep laugh that hums right through my body.

  “Yep.”

  “Gotta watch Hannah,” he says, shrugging one shoulder. “You know how she likes to get into stuff.”

  “She is a busy body,” I laugh.

  “Oh, please! Give me that sweet girl.” Mom reaches for Hannah, who is more than happy to get into her arms. “You don’t mind if I give her a little ice cream, do you, Dom?”

  “Trying to get her all jacked up on sugar already, huh, Cathy?” he teases. Mom laughs, waving a dismissive hand. Dom closes the gap between us, standing just close enough for me to smell his cologne. It takes everything in my power not to wrap my arms around him just to blend in with his scent.

  I turn for the stairs. “Call me if you need me, Mom!” I rush up, Dom slowly trailing behind me, as though not to seem too eager, and when I’m in the game room, I immediately dim the lights.

  He steps into the room, looking right at me with hungry, lust-filled eyes. Not even five seconds pass before he’s cracking the door and scooping me up in his arms. He plants my ass on the edge of the pool table, sucking hard on my bottom lip.

  “The nearest store is only a two minute drive from here. Your dad will be back in no time,” he says on my mouth, “and your mother is going to be too preoccupied with Hannah to interrupt us. Do you know what that means?”

  “What?” I unbuckle his belt for him, ready for the answer.

  “It means I’m about to give you the best quickie of your life.” He holds my ass in his hands, bringing me closer to the edge. I unbutton his jeans and then force them down with his boxers.

  He shifts deeper between my legs and then buries his himself inside my pussy while squeezing my ass in his hands.

  I sigh. “God, you are so big.”

  With each thrust, my moans grow louder — but only loud enough for us to hear. His eyes are trained on mine, like he wants to watch every single face I make as he fucks me.

  “I know you can’t help the sounds you make when I’m inside you, but you have to be quiet, babe,” he whispers, and then kisses my jawline. He picks me up and turns me around, spreading my legs and grabbing a fistful of my hair. His cock slides right back in and he drills into me from behind.

  He fucks me so good, it’s hard to be quiet.

  “Oh, fuck,” I gasp out.

  Every single one of his strokes is quick and relentless. He’s going so fast, hitting my tender, sensitive spot.

  “I want you to come on my dick, baby. I wanna feel how wet you can get for me. Can you do that?” he asks in a quiet voice, lips brushing the shell of my ear.

  I hold my head back and he squeezes my hips, thrusting harder, like he can’t get enough.

  “I’m so fucking in love with your pussy,” he groans, his cock so hard and full inside me.

  I hear the purr of Dad’s truck from a distance, and Hannah laughing and talking gibberish downstairs. My parents are way too close. We could get caught.

  We are sweaty and doing all the wrong things in this room — in my parent’s house —and I don’t even care. I want this. I’ve wanted it all damn day and I’m finally getting it — I’m not stopping until I feel myself coming all over his beautiful cock.

  “Oh, fuck.” His lips are still on my ear, his voice deep and sensual. “Your sweet little cunt is so fucking wet for me. You are soaking my shit, Naomi. I can tell you were ready for me to fuck you today.”

  “I was,” I exhale.

  “These little dresses you
wear only make me want to rip them off,” he growls.

  I grip the edge of the table, and Dom curses beneath his breath. Before I know it, my body is overheated, and I feel the walls of my pussy throbbing around him, just as he comes.

  “Goddamn,” he groans, releasing every drop inside me. “I know it’s wrong, but it feels so fucking good coming inside you, baby. Shit.”

  “Dom! Got the beers!” Dad yells from downstairs.

  Dom pulls out quickly and straightens himself, buckling his belt as quickly as possible.

  I hop off the table and peck him on the lips. We’re both sweaty and the room smells like sex.

  “I’ll open the windows and turn the fan on. You go wash up really quick. I’ll tell him you ran to the bathroom.”

  I nod and rush to my bathroom. I wash up, clear my flushed face with some cool water, and then step back out.

  Dad’s voice is closer now. When I go back to the game room, the lights are no longer dim. Dom is leaning over the pool table with a pool stick in hand, ready to make a move, and Dad is standing on the opposite side with a beer in one hand and a pool stick in the other.

  “Oh, hey, Omi.” Dad smiles at me before taking a swig of his beer. “Dom was just telling me he whipped your butt in a game of pool.”

  I tuck my hair behind my ears, glancing over at Dom, who only smirks at me and winks.

  “He did! But I’ll beat him next time!”

  They both laugh, and I step back. “I’ll go see what Mom and Hannah are up to.”

  “Alright, sweetie.”

  I turn my back to them, and when I do, I can feel eyes on the back of me. Knowing that Dom is watching me go makes my smile widen.

  Chapter Seven

  Dominic

  Naomi didn’t come over last night, but only because I told her not to. Her parents know her best friend is out of town, and I didn’t want them asking questions about her whereabouts, so I told her to stay home.

  I wanted to kiss her so bad before I left, but with Barry standing right at the door and Cathy singing goodbye to Hannah, it was impossible. She could see it in my eyes, and blew me a kiss when they weren’t looking.

  I missed her lying on my chest last night. Fuck, I couldn’t even concentrate on what was happening on Sports Center because I kept thinking about how I fucked her on Barry’s pool table.

  It was so fucking wrong, but her pussy felt so good soaking my cock. And coming inside her — goddamn, it’s to die for. Each time gets better and better.

  The next day, my gym is packed with people. I’m glad about it. I opened this gym seven years ago and it continues to thrive. It’s a small gym, so everyone pretty much knows everyone here. It’s only nine bucks a month, too. Can’t beat that.

  I sign off on a few papers in my office, but not too long after, during a phone call, I get a knock on the door.

  Naomi stands at the door with Hannah in her arms.

  “Hey, John, I’ll call you right back,” I say, and then hang up. I stand, holding my hands in the air.

  “What are you two doing here?” I laugh.

  “We just stopped by for a quick visit,” she answers, smiling hard. “I took Hannah to the mall with me and since the gym was only a two-minute drive away, I thought I’d make your day. I also brought you lunch.” She holds up a bag from Firehouse Subs, my fucking favorite.

  “Aw, damn, babe. That was sweet of you.” I take the bag and kiss her fully on the lips. Hannah giggles, like it’s the cutest thing she’s ever seen. I’m so glad she can’t talk.

  “I didn’t forget about you, baby girl.” I kiss my daughter on the cheek.

  “You seem busy,” Naomi says, sitting in the chair when I step around the desk. I drop down in my leather rolling chair, pulling out the sandwich. It’s my favorite turkey sandwich. It amazes me how much she knows about me — things I don’t even tell her.

  “Just a little bit. We have a new supplier offering us some new weights. He’s supposed to be bringing some today for me to try out.”

  “Oh. That’s cool.” She grins at me. “So what would you like for dinner?”

  “I’ll take whatever you want to cook, babe. You know that.”

  “Okay.” She beams, her hair curtaining her face. “I missed you last night.”

  “And I missed the fuck out of you.”

  “You really think they would have caught on to us if I would have left last night?”

  “Barry thinks hard about shit. He would have asked you a million questions. Even I know the only person you hang out with is Julia and you told us at dinner that she was out of town.”

  “Oh, yeah.” She chews on her bottom lip. “Probably should have kept my trap shut about that. I was just trying to make conversation.”

  “You’ll be over tonight and you can stay for as long as you want to.”

  “Good because I have a surprise for you when you get home.”

  “Yeah, what’s that?” I ask when she gives me a small smile.

  She stands from her seat. “You’ll see.” She walks over to me, and bends down, running her tongue from the shell of my ear, to my earlobe. “Just want to give you something to think about to get you through your day.”

  I grip her hip when our faces are close and gently nip her bottom lip, listening to her moan and sigh, Hannah sitting on her hip. “Stop teasing me, Naomi. I’ll end up fucking you right here in this gym.”

  She gives me a sexy smile, pulling away and walking to the door. “I would love for that to happen one day.”

  “You never know.”

  I watch her leave, and as soon as she’s gone, my cellphone rings.

  A name pops up on the screen that I haven’t seen on my phone in months.

  Annie.

  Chapter Eight

  Dominic

  When I get home, the whole house is quiet. It’s dark in the living room, so I walk to the kitchen where the light is on. There is food on the stovetop, grilled chicken with a tomato sauce, and string beans.

  I run my hands over my hair, needing a drink to take the edge off. Today was fucking terrible. Besides Naomi’s surprise visit, it was fucking awful. I need to see her.

  “Naomi?” I call, but I don’t hear anything. I march up the stairs, checking Hannah’s room. Naomi isn’t here, but Hannah is sound asleep in her crib dressed in her favorite Teletubbies pajamas.

  I look behind me and notice lights flickering from beneath my door. I push it open and Christ, there she is. Like dessert on a platter, ready for me to devour, lounging on the middle of my bed.

  She’s wearing see-through lingerie that makes her tits pop. Her long, creamy legs glisten in the candlelight. She even has a bottle of wine on the nightstand, a glass already poured for me.

  “Hi, Dom.” Her voice is sweet and sexy. She steps off the bed, handing me the glass of wine. “You look like you could use a drink.”

  I sip it, watching her lower to her knees and undo my jeans.

  “Christ, Naomi, you are trying to fucking kill me.” She pulls my jeans down to my ankles, and then slowly rolls my boxers down.

  “Keep drinking,” she orders. “I want you to relax.”

  I take another sip, and as the liquid spills down my throat, I feel her soft lips wrap around the head of my cock. She sucks the pre-cum away and I sigh.

  “Damn, babe,” I whisper. “I swear you treat me like a fucking king.”

  She moans with her whole mouth around my cock and starts to suck me faster, her head bobbing. I look down and her bright eyes are focused on me.

  “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” I place my glass down on the TV stand to my right and then stroke her hair back. I hold her head still and she looks up at me. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. Is that okay, baby? Can you handle that?”

  She eagerly bobs her head, and it turns me on so fucking much. I hold her head between my hands and plunge deep until I feel my tip hit the back of her throat. I watch her intently, fucking her pretty little mouth, my cock
getting harder.

  She gags, wrapping her hands around my thighs, taking it like the sexy little thing she is. It’s been a long day. A rough fucking day. I’m stressed the fuck out and I need this right now. All I need is Naomi Parker.

  I slam into her mouth, my balls slapping on her chin, and then I draw out, letting her head go to grab her arm.

  I pick her up and bend her over, ordering her to hold the edge of the bed. As soon as I see her pretty, pink pussy, I bend over, licking up and down, wanting the taste of her all over my tongue.

  I suck her clit, sliding my tongue through her smooth folds. She even got waxed for me. She’s so fucking perfect.

  I can’t hold off anymore. I stroke my cock and eat her pussy, listening to her moans fill the bedroom. Fuck, my cock is so hard and heavy in my hand. I can’t fucking help it. I get so fucking hard for her. My beard is going to be coated in her nectar and I don’t even give a fuck. I want to smell like her. I want her sweet innocence all over me.

  “Fuck me, Dom,” she pleads. “I want to feel your cock, baby. Please.”

  Shit, those are the magic words. That’s all I needed to hear. I stand up straight, putting her knees on the edge of the bed too. She slides forward, her body folded in half, that beautiful pussy on display for me.

  Holding her hip with one hand and using the other to grip the base of my cock, I slide my cock through her warm lips, teasing.

  “How bad do you want my cock in your pussy?” I run the tip through the lips of her pussy, teasing her.

  “So bad,” she whimpers.

  “How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

  “I want you to fuck me so hard, Dom. I’ve wanted you all day.”

  “I’ve wanted you too, baby.” I push only the head in and it’s enough to make her gasp. “I won’t hold back. I need to fuck out some stress. That cool with you?”

  She nods her head. “Yes.”

  “Good.” After those words escape me, I thrust my whole cock in, gripping her hips with both hands. Her pussy is my stress reducer tonight. I hold her waist tight and sink my cock in and out.