Dirty Deeds

by Lauren Landish

  “Don’t answer that,” I say breathlessly, leaning back in to kiss him again.

  Oliver begins to shake his head when I hear Roxy's muffled voice. “Mindy, open up. I know you're not asleep yet. You guys literally just left the living room.”

  I roll my eyes, cursing my sister. I turn around and take the two steps to open the door. Roxy is standing there with a smile on her face while holding Bertha in her arms. “What?”

  “Ooh, I hope I didn't interrupt anything,” she says, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

  I want to choke her. “Oh, yeah, I was just about to pull out my strap-on. Oli’s got a fetish, you know.”

  She slaps me playfully on the arm. “You liar!” She looks over my shoulder at Oliver. “She’s lying, right?”

  “You’ll never know,” Oliver says.

  I nod at Bertha. “What's this?”

  Roxy grins again. “After Mr. Dog Whisperer here showed his skills today, I thought this would be the best place for her for tonight. So . . . here.”

  She thrusts Bertha forward, and I step back, totally disbelieving. “What are you doing?”

  Roxy nods. “Grandma was going to kill her, and Mom wouldn't let her stay in her room tonight because she had an accident or something. She kept running and pawing on Maw Maw's door. That used to be mom’s room. I tried to take her with me, but she kept whining and I want to be able to sleep.”

  “And you think she’s gonna be fine here with a couple of strangers?”

  Before Roxy can reply, Oliver walks over and takes Bertha from her hands. “It’s fine, we’ve got this. Goodnight, Roxy.”

  I turn to glower at him, but when I see the small dog in his arms, my heart melts. “Yeah . . . goodnight, Roxy.”

  Roxy beams at Oliver. “Thank you. You have a heart of gold, unlike Miss Evanora over here.”

  “Goodnight, Roxy,” I repeat forcefully. “Love you.”

  I gently shut the door in her face. I hear her mutter some insult on the other side of the door, but I can't make out what it is. Instead, I turn to Oliver. “You must really like dogs.”

  He nods, petting her. “I always had golden retrievers. Loyal to a fault and greatly behaved. Bertha’s no retriever, but she’ll do in a pinch.”

  Bertha snuggles into his arms, and I swear she's claiming him as her own. I just can't get over how cute she looks in his arms.

  I reach out and stroke Bertha’s soft fur. She’s not as bad or as annoying as she was earlier, or maybe it’s just who’s holding her. “I love seeing you hold her.”

  A slight smile turns up Oliver’s lips as he stares down at the dog. “Do you, now?”

  “Yes. I can see the soft, vulnerable side of you. And it makes me . . .”

  He looks up at me, and there is fire in his eyes. Fire that heats my body again in an instant. Soft and vulnerable? No, those aren’t the right words. Protective, nurturing . . . those words might be better, because I don’t think anyone in their right mind could call Oliver Steele soft.

  “Makes you what?” he asks, his voice low and magnetic.

  Sweat beads my brow as my heart pounds in my chest. “Want you even more,” I finish.

  I can't believe I admitted that! To hell with it. It’s true.

  Oliver gently sets Bertha on the floor and takes my hand, leading me over to the bed.

  “Then why not enjoy the benefits of having a fiancé?” he says, running his fingers along the curve of my left earlobe. “You know, I have a special talent.”

  “What’s that?” I moan as his fingers find the little spots along my skin that send sparks shooting through my body.

  “Let me show you,” Oliver says, urging me back. I resist for a moment, but my body can’t fight anymore, and I sit down with Oliver kneeling on the carpet. “See? You always wanted me kneeling at your feet.”

  I giggle as he pulls me down into a kiss and I’m swept away. His tongue is liquid fire in my mouth as he nibbles and sucks on my lips, his hands stroking my thighs and urging my knees apart. He pulls me close, leaving open-mouthed kisses down my neck, my heart pounding in my chest as he comes closer and closer to the edge of my sundress. “Oliver . . .”

  “Not yet,” he teases, pulling back and laying a kiss on my knee. “Trust me.”

  The bed’s just the right height for Oliver as he kisses the inside of my left thigh, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he kisses higher and higher toward the aching, quivering heat of my pussy. Just when I think he’s about to dive in, he pulls back, switching to my other leg, leaving another trail of kisses and licks that has my hips jerking before he’s even touched my pussy.

  “Lie back,” Oliver says softly, putting his hand on my chest. I don’t want to. I feel the overwhelming desire to watch him, but I find a couple of the pillows and grab them, tucking them under my head as I obey him, lifting my hips as he rolls my panties down my thighs.

  The first touch of his tongue on my pussy lips is electric, and my hips jerk all on their own as he strokes his tongue up my lips before kissing and sucking his way back down. Oh, my God, if this is what he means by a special talent . . .

  Oliver’s tongue has the devil inside as he licks and kisses my pussy, stroking me first with feather-light strokes before dipping deep inside me and growling hungrily as he sucks. I can’t control myself, my hands clawing at the bedspread and my thighs squeezing on his head. He grabs my knees and pries them apart, pushing them up and rolling me until he’s got me nearly bent in half, staring into his eyes and the glistening shine of his mouth.

  “That was just a preview,” he purrs, smirking. “Now the fun starts.”

  Grabbing my dress, Oliver pulls it up over my head and tosses it aside as he starts licking and sucking harder. My body is practically on fire, and I throw my head back, staring sightlessly above me as my body is swept out of control.

  Oliver’s lips find my clit, and I know I can’t help myself. Grabbing the pillow behind me, I quickly pull it over my mouth to muffle my cries as Oliver nibbles and sucks on my clit. I’ve never felt anything this good before. His tongue is as fast as a hummingbird's wing on the tip of my clit.

  This isn’t a build up to coming. I’ve been strapped to a rocket that just lifted off. Oliver’s hungry muffled growls are the final straw as he bites my clit just hard enough, and I’m sent into spasms as I come hard. The pillow muffles my screams as I buck and my feet kick helplessly against his broad, powerful back. Black roses bloom in front of my eyes as I run out of air, and I’m on the verge of passing out when my orgasm finally passes. Oliver pulls the pillow from in front of my face, coming up and kissing me.

  “Told you I had a surprise,” he teases lightly in between gentle kisses.

  We squirm higher up onto the bed, Oliver peeling out of his shirt and pants, giving me time to breathe as he climbs into the bed with me, kissing my lips again before kissing down my neck to my breasts. His talented mouth is put to good use as he licks and teases my nipples, not too hard, not too soft while I stroke his hair and feel his skin under my fingertips. He strokes me with his hands, his fingertips running over my hip and down my thigh to my knee before he kisses back up, nibbling on my neck.

  “Mmm,” I sigh warmly as I pull his head back to kiss him on the lips. Our lips meet again and caress each other until I urge him onto his back. He lies back, sliding an arm behind his head as he looks at me with an amused grin.

  “I see you’re recovered.”

  “Now it’s my turn to show you my special skills,” I tease, reaching for his underpants before stopping. “Wait . . . condom?”

  “In the nightstand,” he says, chuckling. “I kinda prepared.”

  I reach over, laughing quietly as I find a pack of condoms and lube, setting them next to him on the pillow before scratching my nails down his chest and lightly kissing his lips as I reach for his boxers again. “Now, let’s see . . .”

  My words die on my lips as I reach into his boxers and pull out his cock. His cock is perfect. Long, thic
k, and with a head that is flared just right. My mouth goes dry as I think of how good he’s going to feel inside me. “Give it a kiss. It won’t bite,” Oliver teases. “Unless you’re afraid?”

  Oh, you won’t get that out of me, I think with a light growl as I kiss down his body, biting his nipples just a bit harder than needed as I slide down his body to his cock, looking him in the eye. I kiss the head before licking, dragging my tongue over the silky soft flesh as I work my way down to his perfect, egg-shaped balls, sucking them into my mouth before blowing on them lightly and kissing my way back up, sucking just the tip of his cock into my mouth before holding my hand out.

  “Tease,” Oliver complains lightly, but he hands me the condom. Using just my mouth, I roll it down his cock, swallowing most of him as I get the condom down as far as it will go before pulling out and grinning.

  “I’m planning on your taking it out on me,” I retort as I lie on my back again, lifting a leg. “That is, if you can.”

  “Oh, Princess, you have no idea,” Oliver growls. Straddling my left leg, he holds my right leg up as he positions himself, the tip of his cock just starting to stretch me open. “You ready?”

  There’s something in his words that reassures me, and I nod, smiling more gently than I thought I would. Oliver reaches up and takes my hand, pushing forward. His thick cock spreads me open, and it’s so good that I moan from deep in my chest. “Fuck . . .”

  Oliver slides all the way in, my pussy clenching and squeezing as I adjust to him. He’s amazing, swirling his hips as he stretches me open and setting my body on fire. He reaches up with his left hand, squeezing and massaging my breasts as he starts to pump in and out of me slowly, taking his time relishing my body. “Mmm, you are good.”

  “So are you,” I gasp as he pinches my right nipple. “Hard, Oliver. Please?”

  “You only have to ask,” he says with a light laugh, his hips speeding up. His cock reaches deep into me with every powerful thrust, and I can hear the headboard start to bang against the wall. I’m too lost in this overload of pleasure to care, though. I just hope Roxy and the rest the family can’t hear it as Oliver starts fucking me harder and harder.

  His hips smack into mine as he holds my thigh against his chest, pounding me hard, sweat springing out on my forehead. It feels so intense, my body is lit on fire. I’m groaning again uncontrollably, turning my head to bury my face in the pillow to try and stifle the moans when Oliver pinches my nipples again.

  “Uh-uh, Princess.” He grunts as his cock slams in and out of my pussy. “Look at me.”

  I turn my head to look into his eyes as he speeds up, the sweat glistening on his skin like diamonds as he hammers me, wiggling his hips back and forth with every thrust and lighting every nerve inside me on fire. I’m being swept away again, but I want to feel one more thing. “Oliver . . .”

  “Now!” he moans, and the single word triggers my second orgasm, my body shaking as my pussy squeezes him tightly. I feel his cock swell and the throbbing pulse of his coming, Oliver’s eyes rolling up as he grinds into me, the condom catching it all. A whisper in my mind says I don’t want the condom, but it’s soon overwhelmed by the intense feeling of my orgasm, and I collapse into the bed senselessly.

  I feel Oliver pull out, and then the sound of him getting out of bed to take the condom off. I lie there with my eyes closed until he comes back with a warm, slightly damp washcloth, cleaning up my body. “You awake still?”

  “I’m surprised you didn't fuck me to unconsciousness,” I whisper in reply as I lie on my back, watching as Oliver carefully wipes down my body before running the cloth between my legs. “Where’s the condom?”

  “Chucked it in the trash,” he says, jerking his head. “Didn’t want to risk clogging the drain.”

  I nod, still gathering my wits as he goes back to the bathroom before coming back and sliding into bed, wrestling the sheets until I’m spooned with him, sighing happily. “You’re pretty damn amazing.”

  “You too,” Oliver says, kissing the back of my neck before yawning. “Listen, about this . . .”

  “Friends. With benefits,” I say, taking his hand and placing it on my chest. “No more fighting, okay? Let’s just have fun and enjoy the week?”

  “I can do that,” Oliver says, but I hear something in his voice, or maybe it’s just that annoying whisper in my own head again that says after what just happened, maybe being just friends isn’t the best idea.

  Either way, I yawn again and chuckle when Oliver echoes me, kissing the back of my neck once more. “Goodnight, Oliver.”

  “Goodnight, Princess Mindy.”

  I wake up to what seems like a dream. My body is spent, but in a way that feels amazing. Turning over, I see Oliver, his left arm tucked behind his head and his glorious body stretched out, his eyes fluttering behind his eyelids. “Wake up.”

  Oliver smiles lightly but doesn’t open his eyes.

  “Rise and shine, sweetie,” I whisper playfully, running my fingers over his chiseled abs to slide underneath the sheet. I find the thick tube of his cock and stroke it with my fingers, wrapping my hand around it and stroking him.

  He grows hard quickly, and I hear him chuckle. “Rise and shine for sure.”

  I look up to see his beautiful eyes taking me in, and I snuggle closer, kissing him. A single soft kiss quickly turns into a deeper one, and Oliver pulls me close, finding my ass and squeezing it in his powerful hands.

  “One more before we shower?” Oliver urges, and I pull back, letting go of his cock. “Why?”

  “We have breakfast,” I say regretfully. “We don’t have time for this. You know how Mom is.”

  “Bullshit,” Oliver teases. “You know you want it.”

  I moan as he pulls me back in for another kiss, and I have to force myself to pull away again. “Don’t tempt me. I want to feel that cock of yours inside me again. But we don’t have time.”

  “You sure?”

  “No,” I say, laughing slightly. “Trust me, if we had another half hour . . . but it’ll give me something to look forward to later.”

  He gives me a warm smile, then nods. “Later.”

  I stretch, knowing my body’s on display for him but enjoying the way he takes me in. I'm about to go to the bathroom to take my shower when I notice Bertha lying over in the corner.

  “Bertha, dear, are you okay?” I ask, worried.

  Instead of popping up and being her normal hyperactive self, she just lies there, looking dejected. “Hey, I think something's wrong with Bertha.”

  Oliver gets up and comes over. He runs his hands over her sides and even opens her mouth, looking at her teeth and down her throat. “Nothing seems to be wrong,” he says after inspecting her.

  “Mom’s gonna be worried sick.”

  “Hold on,” Oliver says, but I'm too worried to listen. I don’t want anything to happen where Mom’s wedding could be ruined. I have no idea what could be wrong. I pet the dog, who wiggles in my lap a little but doesn’t do much else.

  “Uh . . .”

  The catch in Oliver’s voice causes me to spin around, and I see him squatting in the corner, inspecting something.

  “What?” I ask. “Tell me you stubbed your toe.”

  “I think I found our problem” he says, displaying the empty trash can that has several bite marks around the rim. I think back and try to remember what could have been thrown in there, and then it hits me.

  “Oh, my God,” I moan, picking up Bertha and looking her in her little doggy face. “You ate the fucking condom?”

  Oliver

  “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Mindy demands of Bertha with a disbelieving laugh.

  I laugh. “That has to be it. Unless someone came in here and stole it.”

  Mindy laughs so hard. “So fucking gross!” She shakes her head. “Poor Bertha. But . . . is she supposed to be feeling this way, though? Like, can’t dogs eat anything?”

  I shrug. “She should be okay. It’s not gonn
a kill her. My dog ate a beer-soaked pair of socks one time and was sick a little, but he was fine after he hacked up the fuzz ball. It was funnier watching him stagger around drunk.”

  Mindy laughs lightly. “Your sperm must be doggy kryptonite then.”

  I laugh. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t make you swallow?”

  Mindy chuckles, blushing hard. “Seriously, though, what do we do about this? We have to be down there for breakfast in like twenty minutes,” she says.

  “Let’s just go down there, have breakfast like normal, and then we’ll take her for a walk. She’ll be fine. She just needs to poop it out.”

  Mindy giggles. “I hate that it happened, but I can’t help but laugh.”

  I have to laugh too. “It makes for a great story to tell our grandkids.” I pause after the words leave my mouth. Grandkids. It was almost as if I was talking like we’d have grandkids. Am I really that deep into character after a couple of days?

  The mirth flees Mindy’s face as well, making an uncomfortable silence, as if the same thought came to her. “I’m gonna go get ready.”

  “All right,” I agree, squatting down next to Bertha and rubbing her belly.

  Mindy hurries into the bathroom. We both take our showers and are down in the dining area within the next twenty minutes, just making it. I’m dressed casually in jeans and a breezy shirt because I’m in the mood to relax today, and Bertha’s already caused enough stress.

  Mindy has on a sundress, a cute little light blue thing that hugs her body. She looks beautiful in it, flirty and sexy with just the right amount of skin showing. I have a fleeting memory of the way those arms clung to me last night, and I have to take a few deep breaths before I can continue.

  “Remember,” I tell her before we step in the dining room. “Act normal. Anyone asks, we let Bertha out to do her business in the middle of the night.”

  “I’m not sure that’ll be believable,” she says before I open the door. With the magic of a natural actress, her face lifts and she puts on a big smile and her voice lifts cheerfully. “Good morning, Mother!”