His Dirty Girl

by Winter Sloane

  “Are you allergic to anything?” Rob asks, and I shake my head. He continues, “Will you trust me to order for us?”

  The old Maddie would insist on ordering for herself, but tonight I’m different. I’m open to new experiences.

  “Okay, surprise me.”

  Beaming, Rob orders us two side dishes—a plate of eggplant slices, tomatoes and mozzarella, and old-fashioned zucchini fries. For our main dish he orders seafood gnocchi and octopus risotto.

  Once Michaela leaves, we continue where we left off, like old friends. When Michaela brings our side-dishes she tells me Rob never brings anywhere here, even his ex-wife. That she’s beginning to suspect he wants the secret of this restaurant all to himself.

  “Why did you bring me here?” I ask. I take a slice of tomato, fresh mozzarella, and a bit of what looks like olive oil sprinkled with something else. The flavors explode on my mouth.

  “I can’t think of anywhere else to take you that you haven’t been to before.”

  When I told Rob I don’t date much, he doesn’t seem to believe me. I keep quiet about not knowing what’s considered the best in the city. I’m hungry, but so is he. We stab our forks into the side dishes and wipe the plates clean without an ounce of embarrassment.

  “You were about to tell me something on the train platform,” he points out.

  He reaches for the wine to the side of him and pours us both glasses. Michaela must have brought the bottle without me noticing. That’s Rob’s effect on me. When we’re face-to-face, I seem incapable of noticing anything else in my surroundings.

  There’s a danger in that, I suppose, becoming too invested in someone.

  “Today’s my last day at work,” I say.

  His eyes widen, but he doesn’t say anything at first, as if he’s gauging my reaction or waiting for me to explain. Smiling, I tell him about my boss, how I planned to quit anyway but never got the courage to.

  “When people are pushed to their limits, they surprise you,” he says.

  “It has something to do with you, I think. Being with you makes me feel alive and reminds me of life.”

  Once the embarrassing words leave my lips, I know my face begins to burn up. I know there’s no reason for it. Rob knows my body more intimately than any other man. The two of us on the train—we’ve done pretty lewd things.

  “There’s no need to be embarrassed by that admission. I feel the same way.”

  “You do?” I ask, blinking.

  In answer, Rob reaches for my hand across the table and begins to stroke my fingers. The gesture calms me, centers me, and reminds me there will be no lies and judgments between Rob and me. We’re strangers who’ve known each other all our lives.

  Does that make any sense?

  If I think about it, it completely does. Being around Rob, finally talking to him like a friend, feels like the puzzle pieces are finally falling in place. I never believed in love stories. Reality bites you in the ass over and over. Full stop. Now however, I’m starting to become a little less cynical, to be a little more open.

  Bit by bit, I’m transforming into this new person, and I’m seriously starting to like her.

  We part our hands like shy young lovers when Michaela arrives with our main dishes. Rob and I share the gnocchi and risotto. Devouring them is a more polite word.

  “Damn, these are good,” I murmur.

  “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

  “I love everything about this place, including the food and the people.” Animated voices rise and fall all around us, but they seem distant to me, like Rob and I are in a private bubble.

  As if on cue, Michaela appears by our table to clear the plates. “Will you folks be ordering dessert?”

  I look to Rob.

  “How do you feel about tiramisu?” he asks.

  “Love them.”

  “Two tiramisus coming up,” Michaela says.

  “Would you care for drinks back at my place after this?” Rob begins and quickly adds, “Just a drink, I’m not implying anything else.”

  “Oh? I’m disappointed.”

  There. Challenge flung, but I’m nervous as hell. I’m never this direct with guys on a first date, but then … Rob and I are different. Every encounter we have on the morning train is a kind of date, one where our bodies did all the talking. We’re long past awkwardness.

  “Well then. After this, we’re heading back to my apartment for drinks and mind-blowing sex.”

  Rob leans a little closer, his eyes dark with lust. It seems my consent is all he’s been waiting for, but I can’t deny I’m waiting for him to make the first move. I’m also curious if the chemistry between us is all fabricated.

  Take away the thrill of doing filthy deeds in public and what will one have left?

  He continues in a soft voice, but I catch every word. “I can’t wait to own that fucking amazing body of yours, Maddie. Night after night, I dream of your curves, of that tempting valley between your legs and the way your breasts would bounce when you ride me.”

  My cheeks flush. It feels like someone turned on the heat, despite the fact we’re outdoors. He’s going to incinerate me from the inside out, but I’m ready. I’m sick of fantasies. I want to feel this man’s hands and mouth on my body, his dick buried so deep inside me I would forget how to breathe.

  What I don’t tell Rob is this—once he claims by body, he’s clearing a path to my heart, except that part is already his.

  For a moment, everything overwhelms me, and I murmur, “Excuse me.” And bolt for the bathroom.

  Chapter Four

  Rob

  I catch a glimpse of Maddie’s retreating back, and my heart lurches painfully in my chest. The need to reach her before she changes her mind consumes me. Rising from my seat, I hurry after her. She’s heading to the bathrooms, which gives me some relief.

  At least she’s not bailing, but every second of hesitation might undo whatever momentum we’ve managed to build. I pass the men’s room, and the “out of order” sign on the handicap toilet catches my eye. Grabbing it, I hear the door to the ladies’ swing open, the hinges creaking loudly.

  I follow suit and see Maddie’s steadying herself, slender hands gripping the counter. The two stalls are unoccupied, giving us absolute privacy. I leave the sign outside the door and lock the door, caging us both in. Maddie’s eyes are wide in the mirror, innocent almost, but there’s no fear there.

  Taking that as encouragement, I wrap my arms around her curvy body and pull her close. She’s fire in my hands, and I want to strip her bare so we can touch skin-to-skin.

  “What are you so afraid of, beautiful girl?” I ask, nuzzling her neck.

  I press my face against her hair and inhale the floral smell of her shampoo. Fuck, but she’s intoxicating, like a drug I can’t get enough. Saying I’m obsessed with this woman is an understatement. She’s gotten under my skin.

  When I wake up each day, I think of owning her body while I stroke my dick. My cock digs against the zipper of my trousers, and I let her feel how horny I am for her—by angling my groin against the perfect curve of her ass.

  She lets out a shaky breath. A laugh follows. “I think I’ve fallen hard for you, Rob, even before we traded names. Every morning, you’re the only face I look for in a sea of people.”

  “Baby, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

  I put my lips to her racing pulse and taste her heartbeats in my mouth. I’m not sure how long I can hold onto my control. I need to be inside her now, need her sweet pussy to sheath my cock and put an end to this pent-up sexual frustration.

  I move my hands to the hem of her skirt and hike it up. Maddie doesn’t protest. Relief feels her eyes. I’m always dominant in the bedroom, a trait which drove my ex-wife mad. Being with Maddie is easy, because our bodies feel like a perfect fit, like we’re made for each other.

  “I need to take you now, Maddie. Quick and dirty fuck here and we can continue back at my place. Yes or no?” I whisper again
st her ear.

  “Yes,” she says without hesitation this time.

  Wanting to have one of her gorgeous breasts in my hand, I unbutton her shirt and reach in. Slipping my hand past her black lace bra, I expose her tits and roll the bud between forefinger and thumb. She purrs against my grip. With my free hand I tip her chin and angle it towards the mirror.

  “Look at you, so sexy and all mine.”

  She moans, pupils dilating when I give her nipple a pinch.

  “Tell me, baby. Are your panties soaking wet?” I tease.

  Another helpless mewl.

  “You leave me no option but to check,” I say, sliding my hand down the line of her body. Feeling her wetness on the thin fabric of her underwear, I smile. I like how her body knows who its rightful owner is.

  “Rob,” she murmured. Fuck, but my name on her lips sounds amazing. “Fuck me. I need you inside me now.”

  I gently press her upper body down the counter and tug her skirt all the way up, exposing her gorgeous legs and black underwear. I take out the condom in my wallet, undo my pants, and slip it on. At the sharp intake of breath, I know Maddie’s watching me intently from the mirror.

  “You’re so big,” she murmurs.

  “Daunted?”

  She shakes her head.

  “That’s right, beautiful girl. You’re going to take this inside your pussy.” I slip her underwear down, exposing her rounded ass. She wiggles it at me, and I can’t help but deliver a reprimanding swat. The sound echoes through the bathroom, and her face burns crimson when I deliver another slap.

  She squirms, but I place a hand on her lower back.

  “Try to behave, baby. I’m going to make this good for you,” I promise, giving her a couple more alternating smacks until she starts begging me to put my dick inside her.

  I nudge her legs further apart, noticing she’s still wearing her heels. Maddie struggles to remain in position, and fuck, but this is so hot, erotic. I can’t believe she’s going to be mine in every sense of the word. Pushing her ass cheeks apart, I see her pink cunt lips, glistening with need.

  Groaning, I swipe a finger to catch the juices and suck, knowing she’s watching. Her breathing turns ragged. So does mine.

  “How do I taste?” she whispers.

  “Like honey.” I push a finger into her tight heat and add another.

  I’m not exactly small, so I want her to be ready to take me. I pump my fingers in and out of her. I can’t wait to replace my digits with my cock, to feel her inner muscles clench around my prick. My ex always complained about my roughness in the bedroom, but with Maddie, it’s going to be a different story. She was born for my touches, my kisses, and I’m the same.

  I reach for her clit and give the nub a pinch, and she mewls, nails sinking into the counter.

  “Patience, baby,” I tell her. “You’re ready now.”

  Gripping her hips, I position my cockhead into her entrance. I slide inside her slowly. She’s unbelievably tight, and I groan, curbing the impulse to slam inside her without pause for breath. I know she’s tough, able to take what I want to give, but I don’t want her to remember our first time with me ramming into her like some eager and uncontrolled teenager.

  I blanket my body over hers and begin to thrust in and out of her. I find a steady rhythm, aware of her pussy muscles milking me, gripping my dick. Through the mirror, our gazes meet. I reduce us to pants, groans, and other animal noises. Each time our bodies meet, I feel whole, complete.

  “Faster, please.” She begs sweetly. She sounds a little out of breath, but I know she’s close.

  With each stroke, I make sure to hit her clit. I roll my hips, changing angle, and she gasps, eyes widening and her back arching. I know I’ve hit her G-spot.

  I tighten my grip on her hips, hard enough to leave bruises, but she doesn’t seem to mind. When we get home, I’m going to take my time leaving my marks on her, and I’ll encourage her to do the same. I plunge into her sweet spot again, making her cry out.

  My woman’s loud, and I love it. I want her to be screaming out my name when she comes. We’re still inside a public restroom though, and I can see Maddie trying to muffle her cries.

  I suck on the side of her neck and pull our lips together. The kiss is rough, hard. Our tongues and teeth tangle. When I pull away, she tells me she’s close.

  “Rob, I’m going to come.”

  “Do it, baby. I want you to hear your surrender, to feel your honey on my dick.”

  I nip at her ear and reach for her clit again, rubbing it and pinching it. That triggers her climax. The beginnings of a scream tears from her throat, and I silence her with another kiss, this time taking it slow. Her cunt quivers around my dick. I’m not far behind.

  Hearing her orgasm hurtles me to the edge. My vision bleeds. The bathroom fades away. All that matters is my body, pressing against her. I sheathe inside her one last time, before shooting my load into the condom.

  I groan, and slump against her. Once we recover our breaths, I pull my dick away and dispose of the condom. I help her up to her feet. She wobbles on her feet a little.

  “Damn heels,” she mutters and takes them off. I grin. My baby doesn’t give a fuck about what the world thinks.

  “What do you say we get out of here?” I suggest, watching her fix herself.

  “Sounds like a good idea,” she responds, buttoning up her blouse again.

  I can’t wait to fuck her bareback, to command she leave my cum dripping down her cunt and thighs. I’m possessive, controlling, but Maddie seems to like all those traits.

  I thread our fingers together and unlock the door. Two women glare daggers at us, but Maddie seems blind to the rest of the world but me. I pay for the check, and we head out back to the night.

  Fucking in the bathroom seems to eliminate whatever barrier dividing us earlier. Before, it felt like we’re two high school kids on their first date.

  This time, Maddie cuddles closer to my warmth, and I slide my arm through her shoulders. We’re like a long-time couple now, but I’m not surprised. She feels like the stranger I’ve known my entire life. My soul mate.

  I think it’s too early to tell her I love her though.

  I can’t risk her slipping from my grasp.

  ****

  Maddie

  Rob’s phone vibrates from under the pillow we share. It’s his morning alarm, and I know mine isn’t far behind. I groan. We both ignore them. I’m tucked against Rob, my back presses against his front. The solid muscles of his torso feel like a blanket against my skin.

  I like we contrast each other—his lean muscle against my soft skin, his day-old stubble rubbing against the curve of my smooth cheek. I can feel his early morning erection through his boxers, pressing between my ass cheeks.

  I want to lie here all day, tangled in him, and forget about the real world for a change. It’s so tempting, so easy to lose myself in him. With Rob, I don’t hold back, and neither does he. After we arrived last night, we couldn’t get our hands off each other.

  My pussy feels a little sore. The little aches in my body act up, but I love every bruise and bite mark Rob left the night before. I marked him up plenty, too. If I turn to face him, I’ll see the trail of half-crescent nails marks I left on his broad shoulders and pecs.

  What happened last night still blows my mind away. I can’t remember the last time my body responded that way to another man. It’s not much of a surprise, because this is the one man I’ve been waiting for all my life. I’m wide awake now, especially when Rob teases me by rubbing his dick against my ass. The only think I’m wearing is an old shirt of his.

  Long after Rob had fallen asleep last night, I sniffed at the old tee, inhaling his fabric softener and lingering scent. He lifts the shirt, exposing my ass to the air, and I thrust my ass at him.

  “Don’t tempt me, beautiful,” he warns.

  His phone vibrates again. Mine follows suit. We both groan in unison. I want Rob to push that fat cock inside me agai
n, this time without protection. Rob’s already told me last night he’s clean, and I’ve started taking pills ever since we gave our names to each other on the train.

  “Hold on a second, babe. I think it’s a phone call.” I roll to my back as Rob grabs his phone from under the pillow. Alison’s name flashes across the screen, his ex-wife.

  Jealousy hits me unexpectedly in the gut. I know Rob will never go back to that viper, that he wants nothing to do with her. Still, I’m envious of all the years they’ve shared. She’s had this wonderful man to herself, and she threw it all away.

  Rob ends the call without picking it up. His expression looks troubled, but then he smiles at me.

  “What do you say we play hooky today?”

  His question throws me off-guard, and I giggle. “What are we, in high school?”

  “Baby, if I knew you in high school, I’d never have let you go once I laid my eyes on you.”

  Rob rolls on top of me, straddling me, but he balances his arms on either side of my head, as if he doesn’t want to crush me. I return his grin. My man might be domineering in the bedroom, but he can be thoughtful and sweet, too.

  My man. I wonder if I can call him that. Is it too early to use labels? My heart knows we’re soul mates though.

  “You haven’t answered the question, beautiful.”

  He leans over and greets me with a tender morning kiss that turns my insides into Jell-O. My toes curl. I think of the bleak office, how I need to spend eight hours enduring Dick’s verbal abuse. The choice is easy.

  Looking into Rob’s eyes, I run a hand down his unshaven cheek. He leans into my touch like a huge predatory cat and shuts his eyes, as if my touch brings him calm and salvation.

  “Okay,” I whisper.

  Chapter Five

  Maddie

  “I can’t remember the last time I took a sick day, pretend or real otherwise,” I murmur, holding out a hand to the ceiling. It’s a luxurious feeling, not needing to worry about morning rush hour, about what mood Dick’s in.

  Rob stands over me, grabs my fingers, and plants a kiss between each knuckle.