Dirty Like Me

by Jaine Diamond

“Mm-hmm,” he murmured.

  “Wouldn’t have thought those would go so well together,” I whispered, dropping the skateboard at my feet.

  “Don’t get any ideas,” he said, but he kissed me again. “It’s time to get dressed.”

  “Do I have to?” I climbed into his lap, straddling him on his chair. I was wearing one of his T-shirts and my skimpy white panties since I knew they made him horny. I jacked up the shirt a bit so he could see them as I settled against his cock, which was already rising to the occasion.

  He groaned against my neck as I started grinding against him, rubbing up and down as he grew harder. I yanked his underwear down, freeing his dick.

  He kissed my neck and reached under the T-shirt, grasping my breast. I buried my fingers in his hair and moaned as his other hand slid between my legs. He slipped his fingers inside my panties and stroked my wetness. Then he fisted the cotton and ripped it aside, and as I rubbed my way up his length he thrust into me.

  No holding back this time, no making me wait.

  I rode him fast and hard and he gripped my hips, slamming me down against him, forcing himself deeper with each thrust. We kissed so hard we bit each other. We grabbed so hard we bruised each other. My head spun with pleasure and I came in a sudden flurry, slamming down on him, holding him deep.

  I shut my eyes and stars burst behind my eyelids. I gripped his hair and bit his neck to keep from screaming.

  Jesse groaned and I felt his cock stiffen inside me. As he jerked into me, I sealed my mouth over his and kissed him, slow and deep.

  When I felt him relax, I collapsed against him, burying my face in his neck, both of us panting and slippery with sweat. I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. I felt high, kind of floating and grounded by his warmth at once.

  He was still inside me and all I wanted to do was fuck him again.

  And again.

  If only I could move.

  He stirred a little, nuzzling my neck.

  I sighed. “Get off you in a minute, I swear,” I slurred against his salty skin. “Soon as I can feel my legs…”

  He wrapped his arms around my hips to support me. Which was good, because otherwise I might’ve slipped off his lap right to the floor, since I couldn’t feel my bones.

  With Jesse, sex was always like this.

  Crazy.

  Molten.

  Hot.

  I may not have been very experienced in the sex department, but I was pretty sure I wasn’t totally dense. The desire was definitely there between us, and it was real. I was sure of that much. He wanted me. Hungrily and often. Maybe that had more to do with his appetite than with me, but it had to at least have something to do with me.

  And he bought me a skateboard. A super thoughtful gift, just to make me happy. That had to mean something.

  Or did it?

  Really, as far as I knew the guy made like a gazillion dollars, so maybe buying me a skateboard wasn’t anything at all. Maybe he tossed such trinkets to every chick he knew, no big deal.

  Fugh.

  And there I went again. Just when I was sorta sure how something was between us, I twisted it all around into what it wasn’t.

  Because I still didn’t actually know what it was.

  And I sure as fuck wasn’t gonna ask.

  I peeled myself off him, maybe a little abruptly, and yanked the T-shirt down to cover myself as I stood up. “Time to get dressed,” I announced, maybe a little too cheerily, but I didn’t look him in the eye to see what he thought of my sudden departure. “Katie Day awaits.”

  And with that, I took my mimosa and stumbled to the bathroom on my rubbery, just-fucked legs, to enjoy my maraschino cherries in the shower.

  ◊◊◊

  Apparently Jesse also enjoyed cherries in the shower. If he got to eat them off my body.

  When we finally dragged our asses out of the hotel room, the first thing I did with Katie Day was give Flynn the day off, with pay. Which left Jude to drive us around in his rented car, so Jesse could sit in the back seat with me.

  Pretty much all I wanted to do was hang out with Jesse somewhere he wouldn’t be recognized, which meant we ended up driving around a lot. We picked up food and a Frisbee and went to the park for a picnic and ended up there most of the day, though we still attracted some attention. I rode around on my new board for Jesse, at his request. Then we went to a cool skate shop that sold spray paints, bought a bunch of cans, and Jude found us a decently secluded yet not too sketchy bridge under which Jesse insisted I leave my mark.

  I reminded him that it was illegal.

  He reminded me that I used to do it all the time.

  I reminded him that I was immature at that time.

  “So be immature,” he said. “It’ll be fun.”

  I ended up painting his first name in huge, bubbly pink and purple letters. With flowers.

  For dinner, he took me to an amazing restaurant where we had our own private room, and I insisted Jude join us. None of this separate tables bullshit.

  Afterward, we went for a drive in the country, Jude at the wheel again, Jesse with me in the back.

  It was another gorgeous late-summer day, a little too hot, which always made me feel like sex was in the air. I had no idea how people in this part of the world didn’t just have sex all the time. You could barely wear any clothes, for one thing. I couldn’t even stand any body hair and had taken to shaving it all off, which pretty much made me feel naked all the time no matter what I was wearing. Currently, I was wearing the lightest, tiniest sundress I could stand on my skin and the skimpiest panties I owned, and Jesse kept trying to slip his fingers inside them.

  “Fucking love you bare,” he breathed in my ear as I did my best to squirm away from him on the tiny backseat of whatever sports car we were in.

  Jude was ignoring us anyway. He had the tunes cranked, loud. With Jude, it was always really heavy stuff, the kind of stuff I’d spent my teens listening to because my brother-in-law was super into it; the really good kind of heavy that always sounded best cranked in a car going high-speed down some random back road. Apparently, even better if it was some random back road in Texas.

  Jude was driving way too fucking fast and my heart was racing, adrenalin surging through my veins. I still hadn’t quite gotten used to Jesse’s taste for high-powered cars or Jude’s balls-out style of driving, but that didn’t mean it all didn’t turn me on, especially when Jesse was sitting next to me stroking me through my panties. By the time Cowboys from Hell kicked in, I gave in and let him have his way.

  He got his whole hand inside my panties, his middle finger thrust up inside me, stroking me as his thumb slowly massaged my clit. I spread my thighs to accommodate his fist and melted into the feeling. There was just too much testosterone to resist. It was supercharging the air around me, crackling off the windshield, sweating up the leather seats, vibrating through my body with the heavy, driving grind of the song and the growling, feral vocals, and I was getting there, fast.

  I was doing all I could not to cry out from the intensity of what Jesse was doing to me. Sweat rolled down my chest. I bit my lip and held onto his arm like somehow I could keep control of it.

  I couldn’t.

  I kept shaking my head at him, willing him to stop before I went over, but he just leaned in and sucked on my earlobe.

  “Come, Katie.”

  I heard his command, his hot breath in my ear, even over the music.

  I locked on his eyes and the intensity there made me writhe against his hand. I struggled to focus on his mouth, but he licked his lip and it undid me.

  I relaxed against the seat, willing my body to go limp as his hand worked. The orgasm shook me apart but I just tried not to move as my eyes rolled closed.

  The song thumped in time with my heart.

  Jesse licked my neck and withdrew his hand, straightening my panties. He lay his hand on my thigh. When I opened my eyes I could see my wetness on his fingers. I looked at him and he looked at me.
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  And for a moment, as my heartbeat throbbed through me and the high of sexual release left me dizzy, I thought I might ask him. Like actually ask him.

  What the fuck is going on here. Really.

  But I didn’t.

  Instead I bit my tongue. Literally. Because better to suffer in confused silence for the rest of my life than hear those words I so dreaded from his gorgeous lips.

  I just don’t feel that way about you, babe.

  The corner of his mouth curled in that sexy hint of a smile. “Yeah?” he asked, when I just stared at him, breathless and pleasure-buzzed.

  “Yeah,” I whispered.

  Then he leaned in and kissed me, slow and deep, as we tore down the road and I tried to pretend that nothing else mattered in the world.

  CHAPTER 29

  KATIE

  When we got back to our hotel that night I still felt dizzy, high on fresh air and Jesse Mayes.

  I also felt confused.

  Because did we just go on a date?

  Sure, our time at the park might be considered the usual deal, the two of us engaging in PDA’s for an audience.

  But I was pretty damn sure, other than Jude and a few birds, we had no witnesses under that bridge.

  By the time I emerged from the bathroom ready for bed though, I’d already convinced myself it wasn’t a date. It was a hang out and it was sex, but really, didn’t both people have to actually be interested in at least the possibility of some kind of future with the other person to consider it a date?

  I heard Jesse on the phone with someone in the bedroom, and even though his voice wasn’t raised I could tell he was upset. Angry even.

  “So you’re not coming to the show? I told you, it’s on the twenty-ninth.”

  I walked in and tried not to eavesdrop, but it was kind of hard not to notice that the voice coming through his cell was the voice of a woman. I couldn’t tell what she was saying, but the twenty-ninth was in a week; we’d be in L.A…. and all I could think was, Elle lives in L.A..

  He was upset because she wasn’t coming to his show?

  “Fine. I’ll call you when I get in,” he said, and he sounded distinctly unhappy. Then he hung up. I thought he’d turn to me, but it didn’t happen. He just sat there on the edge of the bed looking lost, staring at the carpet.

  For way too fucking long.

  “Hey,” I said softly.

  He looked up and his face brightened when he saw me.

  “Hey.” He tossed his cell aside and reached for me, but I didn’t go to him. It still felt weird to me, the idea that we’d maybe just been on a date, but maybe we hadn’t, and I didn’t even know. What I did know was that he was paying me for our time together, and he’d maybe just had an argument with his ex-girlfriend that had left him looking really fucking sad, and I’d never felt so jealous in my life.

  Was he still in love with her?

  What if he was still in love with her?

  Was I about to have sex with a guy while he was actually in love with someone else?

  Maybe.

  But even so, what really mattered was that he wasn’t in love with me. And I was definitely developing feelings for him.

  Okay. Who the hell did I think I was kidding? Myself?

  I turned my back to him so I could get my shit together without him staring at me.

  The truth was I’d had feelings for Jesse Mayes since about the time he showed up at my apartment unannounced and made me bacon and eggs.

  Or since he showed up at my place of work and asked me to come on tour.

  Or since way before that.

  I was trying to pinpoint the exact moment when my stomach had started doing the drunken butterfly dance in his presence, when he came up behind me and kissed my neck, and I blurted it out.

  “Maybe we shouldn’t have sex anymore.”

  He stopped kissing me.

  “I mean, it just feels wrong, you know? Since you’re paying me.”

  He let me go. “Okay. If that’s what you want.”

  I was unprepared for his response. I’d expected some kind of argument, but he just walked back over to the bed. “No more sex.” He turned to face me and stripped off his shirt, tossing it on the floor.

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “That’s not cool.”

  He undid his belt, slowly, exaggerating the movements as he pulled the buckle back and slid the leather end through. He undid the button of his jeans too. “Not forcing you to look.”

  I looked away, crossing my arms over my chest. Then he made a move toward me and my gaze snapped back to him before I could stop it.

  He prowled up and took hold of my hands, lifting them over my head. He backed me up against the wall and pinned me there, but he really didn’t have to hold me very hard. I was an incredibly willing captive, my body doing the exact opposite of what I meant it to.

  “It just… feels… wrong…” I managed to repeat, as his lips brushed a hot trail of sparks up my neck.

  “Mm-hmm.” His tongue flicked my ear, sending a shiver down my back, straight to that magical erogenous zone at the base of my spine. “Like good wrong?”

  I yanked a hand free, planted it in the middle of his hard chest and with a massive effort, pushed him away, the inch or so he would give. “No,” I kinda lied. “Just wrong.”

  “Interesting...” he said against my neck, because his mouth was already there again, kissing and nibbling a trail to that sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. The man knew every button to push… and lick… and stroke. At the same time, his hand found its way up my thigh, beneath my skirt. “You seem to like wrong.” His fingers pressed up into the damp heat of my panties, massaging my softness, making my knees nearly buckle.

  “Jesse…” But the man was fast, and he knew what he wanted. He had my skirt up and my panties askew in less time than it took me to draw my next breath, which was sharp and ended with a bitten lip, because his tongue was between my legs.

  “Mmm, Katie,” he groaned.

  “Ung. God. Stop that.” My newly-freed hands found the top of his head and my fingers delved into his hair, gripping him tight rather than pushing him away.

  “Does this count as sex?” he asked between slow, hot licks.

  “Oh, God… if you don’t know the answer to that… we have a problem.”

  His hot breath tickled my thighs as he laughed, but I didn’t look. I couldn’t, wouldn’t look at what he was doing, all over that sweet spot in that way he did that was about to make my head explode... among other things. “Ah... Jesse...”

  “Mmm.”

  I lost the ability to form words and resorted to ragged panting. My body hadn’t forgotten the attention it had received in the car; I was so worked up all it took was one mistaken glance at him between my legs and I came. The orgasm was sharp and hot and intense, and for a matter of minutes all I could do was roll my head from side to side as he licked me, his hands on my thighs holding me up. If he let go, I would’ve slid right down the wall into a heap on the floor.

  “That’s... so... unfair,” I gasped when I could speak again.

  “Just kissing you goodnight.” He kissed my quivering flesh, sending aftershocks of pleasure through my core.

  I worked my hands between my panties and his face and covered myself.

  “Your oral fixation is just going to have to redirect. Can’t you take up smoking again?”

  He laughed. He got to his feet and kissed me, long and deep, his mouth wet with my arousal. “I prefer cherry pie,” he said when he came up for air. He had his hands in my hair and he held me close, my face tipped up to his as he kissed me again.

  The man was irresistible. And so fucking hard. I couldn’t help it; my hands were all over him, rubbing up and down the hard length of him through his jeans. And his eyes darkened in that way they did, and I was hooked.

  Jesse Mayes aroused, for me, was an aphrodisiac.

  The world’s most addictive drug.

  The highest high.


  “Katie,” he whispered as I went down on my knees and unzipped him. I had the evidence of what that goodnight kiss had done to him in my hand, long and hard and thick, and the feel of him was intoxicating, all silk and heat and need.

  I took him in my mouth, driven by his groans, and felt him lean into the wall above me, holding himself up. “Katie,” he breathed, and when he came for me, he groaned and cupped my face in his hand.

  I swallowed him down and stroked him until he shuddered from the intensity.

  “I think we’re gonna need to redirect your oral fixation,” he said above me, panting. I looked up; he was leaning on his forearm on the wall, looking down at me. “Have you ever thought about taking up smoking?”

  I laughed, and he pulled me to my feet and kissed me, like he never wanted to stop kissing me.

  ◊◊◊

  Sometime later, after a shower and a lot of sleepy groping, we ended up in bed in the dark. Jesse was inside me again. We were in this kind of delirious, over-tired but frantic daze, clutching at each other, moving in a slow, hungry rhythm, his body pinning me down, my thighs spread under his weight until they almost hurt, my legs wrapped around his waist, and all I wanted was more.

  I could feel nothing, think nothing, but Jesse.

  My heels dug into his muscled ass, my fingernails sank into his flesh, his tongue in my mouth as he possessed me. I came, a slow, rolling boil this time, my body bucking beneath his with nowhere to go. He held me tight, breathing with me as he kissed me, his chest heaving in time with my own. He made me his with every possessive thrust, again and again and again, and my body didn’t care if it wasn’t real. I came again as he moved against me, sucking back my kisses and stealing my breath until I had to break away, panting.

  I caught a glimpse of his eyes in the dark, shining, watching me, and then he pressed his forehead to mine, his cock throbbing deep inside me, his hips grinding against me as he came. I wrapped my arms around him, twisting my fingers in the whorls of his hair as he drove himself into me, holding him tight as he groaned.

  “Fuck, Katie,” he breathed as he settled against me.

  It was four in the morning.

  I was tangled up in Jesse, in his warmth, his limbs, neither one of us saying another thing. Eventually his breaths came slower and slower against my neck as he tumbled into sleep, his heartbeat thumping against mine.