DirtyBeautiful

by Jodie Becker

  They drove home in a tight sexual silence. Warmth suffused her body and her pussy throbbed with the idea of being with Dylan again. Before long, they pulled into Dylan’s drive and he turned to stab her with a look rife with desire before stepping from the cab. Erica opened her side and the chill air cooled her hot flesh. Her heart raced as Dylan crossed over to her and took her hand, his intentions made clear by the lust in his eyes. She knew the minute she crossed the threshold of his house she wouldn’t leave for a long time.

  She mounted the steps and stopped under the darkened porch. Dylan pushed her into the corner between the door and wall. Caged in, she felt surrounded by him. His mouth fell over hers and he plied her with the sensual slide of his tongue against hers. Before she lost all sense of place, Dylan pulled back.

  “I couldn’t resist.”

  He turned and opened the door and flicked the lights on. A strange nervousness overcame her as she scanned the living room. Walls were painted a mocha color and accented with white wooden cornices. Dylan led her up the stairs into his room. She sat on the bed, hands in her lap as he receded into a small en suite. Moments later he returned with a piece of paper. She stared down at the much younger features of Dylan. In his eyes she could see the arrogance that came with the age. There were two shots. One with him leaning against a doorframe, his knee cocked to conveniently cover his penis. The other wasn’t so shy. He lay on an elegant stone staircase, one leg braced on the floor to expose his member, his head canted back in a look of ecstasy.

  “Wow.” She fingered the ripped abs and muscular thigh.

  Dylan snatched it from her and placed it on the bedside table. “Now tell me. How old were you?”

  “Fifteen.”

  His eyes glimmered with interest. “Did you get wet?”

  Heat marched up her neck. “Not really. I was looking at it with my best friend. We spent most of the time giggling.”

  He ran a finger over her arm. Goose bumps rose and she shivered. Dylan leaned forward and pulled a strap down to kiss her shoulder.

  “Do I make you wet?” he asked against her.

  Erica trembled. “Yes.”

  He nibbled on her ear while his other arm wrapped over the top of her dress and pulled it down past her rib cage to expose her breasts. His warm hand cupped her heavy bosom and flicked at her nipple with the blunt edge of his nail. Erica gasped, her body aquiver with anticipation. He bent forward and circled the tip of his tongue around the areola and her nerves went on high alert. He suckled one breast while his finger rolled the other sensitive nipple. Pleasure roiled through her and she cupped the back of his head to hold him to her.

  He grazed the hills of her breasts with his fingers as he flicked his tongue over a hardened tip. She whimpered, his hot breath moistening her skin. With a free hand he pinched a nipple to the point of pain. Erica moaned and he released her. The rush of blood made her nipple tingle. A wicked grin curved his mouth before he licked the sensitive flesh. The touch so blazingly sexual, she groaned. She didn’t realize pain made pleasure acute.

  His hand left her nipple to press on her rib cage and force her down on the bed. He hovered above her, his eyes raking across her. He flattened his palm over her racing heart, fingers spread between the valleys of her breasts. His palm moved downward to skim the underside of her breasts. With steady glides along her sides and stomach, he set off mini fireworks inside her, teasing her body with the promise of a full-body orgasm.

  Erica gasped as Dylan brushed nails over the left side of her stomach, making her quake. He bent down and breathed against the point below her ear before placing an open-mouthed kiss there. Her pussy pulsed and she longed for him to touch her. As though he heard her, he grasped the band of clothing around her waist and pulled the skirt off. Now only in her panties, she was exposed to his hot stare.

  Dylan straightened, his lips pressed together as he cupped her waist and pulled her until her ass rested on the edge of the mattress. The soles of her feet brushed against the rug as his hand moved to her thigh and he spread her. Cool air touched her skin and she shivered, her pussy aching for him. She fisted the sheets, her breasts heavy with need. He knelt between her legs, his warm hands holding her apart.

  “You have a beautiful pussy,” he rasped.

  No one had ever said that to her and she didn’t know whether to be pleased or mortified. The thought evaporated when his mouth settled over her. Bliss circled her clitoris with a warm thrum that made her gasp. The tip of his tongue flittered at the bundle of nerves. Moisture gathered and her sex quivered. Teeth raked over her clit and sent a sharp shot of rapture through her. He soothed the sensual sting with an appreciative lap. Erica trembled, hand cupping the crown of his head as he flicked at her labia. He suckled each lip and shoved his tongue into her wet core. Her gasp caught in the back of her throat as a bolt of lightning sensuality struck her core. The sexual thrum as her pussy tightened with desire pushed the breath from her. Erica moaned as he lapped at her juices. Delicious clouds of desire unfolded inside her. She hooked a leg over his shoulder, the sole of her foot pressing against his shirt. She wanted him naked. To feel the play of muscles along his back on her foot.

  Dylan circled the sensitive nub in ever tightening rotations with his thumb then spread her wide, exposing her to his gaze. Her pussy pulsed with desperate need and he answered it by suckling. Small orgasms rocked her body in concentrated bursts. Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids. Dylan licked her long and hard, the flat of his tongue so smooth and hot it sent a ripple of ecstasy over her skin. Erica’s legs moved restlessly, trying to find leverage and yet too weak to do so.

  Dylan pressed one hand over her stomach while his fingers thrust into her. Her gasp became a cry of delight. He pushed so deep, she felt the knuckles of his fist against her labia. He caressed her G-spot and sent white-hot joy into her being. He brought her close with hard and fast movements, pounding her relentlessly until she knew nothing but the insurgence of pleasure. It gathered in her womb and fired her veins.

  Suddenly he switched pace and lapped at the edges of her pussy lips. The orgasm that’d risen with such violence stuttered to a halt. The ache was both exquisite and frustrating. She warbled a sound of protest but was greeted by a chuckle.

  “Don’t, Dylan,” she pouted.

  Dylan shook his head, never breaking a beat as he slowly thrust into her. “I like watching you. Do you know how damn hot you look?”

  She didn’t, but it was the least of her worries. Her whole body thrummed with the desperate need for release. She wanted to come. Dylan kissed the crown of hair and visited pleasure on her body in a steady rhythm. She writhed into his touch, seeking release. Her body hummed with the slow boil of pleasure as he scissored his fingers inside. He tongued and sucked her clitoris while his fingers tortured her, bringing her to the precipice of release. She raced toward it, rocking into his hand as she gripped his head to her vagina.

  “Suck me. Oh Dylan.”

  Teeth scraped her clit and his tongue swirled in deliriously beautiful circles. Her body drew taut, her nerve endings ready to catch fire. And yet she hovered there. One step beyond pure bliss. Erica undulated against him, but his hand over her stomach held her still. Flames licked at her body, teased her with what she couldn’t have. That dark hunger rode over her flesh, her body a slave to its will. She hurt with it. Wanted it. Pleasure rolled up and down her but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

  “Dylan, please!”

  Dylan growled and plunged his fingers into her. Once, twice and sent her over. She bowed, her scream echoed in the room as she came apart in a blaze of pure light. Her eyelids fluttered open and Dylan removed his shirt and jeans. He pulled a condom out and rolled it on. Hand planted by her shoulder, he pushed his erection into her. Erica gasped at the fullness and held him to her.

  Dylan gripped one of her legs and brought it over his shoulder and slipped deeper. His body pressed against her exposed clit and bliss thrummed from that point down to her canal
. The hardness of his shaft slid sensually inside, every ridge defined by the tightness of her body. Erica moaned as molten pleasure doubled then redoubled. She stiffened as another climax ripped through her. Rays of light exploded within and tears of joy trickled past closed eyelids. Dylan whispered sweet nothings, telling her how beautiful he found her and how good she felt.

  His cock raked over her G-spot and kept her near the precipice of another release. His pace increased. Sharp ecstasy sent her spiraling out of control and she screamed, her head thrown back as an almost painful orgasm crashed over her. Dylan’s lips curled back, a veracious look in his eyes. His fingers tensed over her side, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the night air. Erica gasped as another orgasm began to rise. Teeth flashed as Dylan grunted, then shuddered above her, her name a benediction as he came.

  He pulled out and flopped down beside her. The mattress shook, accepting the shift in movement. Erica lay still and basked in the aftermath, her body still quivering with mini-bursts of joy. Dylan hooked his hand under his head, panting.

  “That was…it just gets better and better.”

  “Yes,” Erica sighed happily. “I can’t move.”

  Dylan chuckled and rolled onto his side. He wrapped her in his arms and dragged her onto the bed. He released her only to remove the protection and then he lay beside her, his muscular arm hooked around her waist. His dick pressed against her buttocks and she rocked against him.

  “Do that again and I’ll show you what naughty girls get.”

  Erica grinned and rocked again. His hands tightened over her. “I’m too tired anyway,” she said on a yawn.

  Dylan listened to her breathing settle into a steady rhythm as sleep took her. Assured she was asleep, he levered up on one arm to peer down at her. A hand was tucked under her cheek, the other between her thighs. She appeared so innocent. He kissed her shoulder and contemplated what would happen with them. Tonight had been a disaster. He didn’t expect to run into a person familiar with his work. Anger curdled in his gut. The man had called him perverted. Hypocrite. The people who flung that stuff around were the worst offenders. Still…

  He fingered a lock of red hair and pondered the dangerous lies he’d uttered. Sure, he’d done a photo shoot. It was what had gotten him noticed. But his notoriety didn’t come from that one-off photo shoot, but from his work in the industry. He didn’t doubt Greg would pop up sooner or later to tell her what he couldn’t. But he’d make sure Erica was with him too much to care what Greg would say. He pulled her closer into his body and she mumbled something about dogs and underwear. He smiled against her shoulder. No, he would protect what he found in Erica fiercely. He wasn’t about to let his past destroy yet another relationship.

  Chapter Nine

  Dylan stared blankly at the plank of wood, unsure what he was going to do with it. He’d drifted again. It’d been two weeks of complete joy and Dylan couldn’t stop thinking about Erica. It was Friday now and he couldn’t wait until she came home.

  “You were going to cut off half an inch,” Bill inserted from his rocking chair on the back of Dylan’s porch.

  “Oh right.”

  Measuring the wood, he penciled a line at an angle. The saw fired up and he cut the slim piece off. He carried the block to the gazebo and nailed it against the struts to create a little loveseat. Leaning on his heels, he ran a hand over the smooth surface, imagining Erica’s naked ass on there. He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his arm and ambled back to the house. Bill leaned down and grasped a beer bottle and tossed it at him.

  Dylan caught it smoothly. One foot on the step, he opened it and took a gulp. He twisted around to peer at his handiwork. It was finished. Treated cherry hardwood formed the hexagonal structure complete with a tiled roof, protecting it from the rain.

  “Looks a bit bare,” Bill commented.

  Dylan narrowed his eyes on it. “Maybe I’ll paint it.”

  “Nah. You need climbing plants.”

  “I’ll leave that up to Erica. She knows plants better than I do.”

  Bill threw him a shrewd look. “How is monogamy treating you?”

  “Great. It’s going great.”

  Bill snorted. “Yeah I can tell. You guys have been inside each other’s pockets.”

  Dylan couldn’t stop the smile. Nothing could take this happiness away from him.

  “So…what is it you’re not telling me?”

  Guess he was wrong. He tipped back his beer. “Nothing.”

  “Bullshit. I’ve been watching you and something has got you bothered.”

  Dylan hid his apprehension behind a casual repose. He leaned against the banister and cocked one shoulder. “Just have things on my mind.”

  “Wouldn’t have anything to do with certain videos?”

  Dylan choked on his beer and coughed. “What?”

  Bill rocked back on his chair. “I’m a guy, not a nun.”

  “Jesus, Bill. Why didn’t you say anything?”

  “Why should I?”

  “Does anyone else know?”

  He looked at him as if he’d sprouted two heads. “How should I know? We don’t sit down over a beer and talk about all the pornography we’ve seen. Besides, if anyone has seen your stuff, I doubt they’d say anything.”

  “Why are you saying something now? I’m sure you wouldn’t want me around Erica.”

  “You seem like a nice enough fellow. I figured your secrets were yours to keep.”

  Dylan stared at the older man, surprised by the easy acceptance.

  “So, does Erica know?” Bill asked.

  Dylan snorted. “No. And I plan to keep it that way.”

  Bill made a clicking sound with his tongue. “Secrets have a way of revealing themselves eventually. Trust me, I know these things.”

  Dylan brushed aside the words. “I’ve got this handled. She’s not going to find out.”

  Bill eyed him with the reproof of a disappointed parent. “You’re making a mistake.”

  Dylan glowered. “Look, do we have to talk about this?”

  “Nope,” Bill said as he pushed himself out of the seat. He walked up to Dylan and patted him on the shoulder. “I’m going down to Barney’s Bar. You coming to poker night?”

  Dylan looked at the orange hues across the sky. “Nah, I think I’ll stay here and wait for Erica.”

  Bill shrugged and marched down the steps only to stop and turn, a finger in the air. “You know, now that I think of it. On the first Friday of every month, the girls play pool at the bar. She won’t be coming home ’til late. Hope you have an interesting book to read.”

  Dylan straightened. “Now that you mention it, I think I’ll come along.”

  Bill smirked. “Thought you might.”

  Fifteen minutes later, he sauntered into the bar and was hit with a malt aroma. His attention skimmed over the group of men hovered around a table at the end of the bar and to the pool tables beyond. Erica stood next to one, a glass of wine in her hand, while Tammy lined up a ball. Happiness expanded inside his chest at the sight of her. Everything about the world became right and he started toward her. Men shouted in a chorus of disappointment while another whooped with glee. Someone had won a hand.

  Erica looked up and their gazes clashed. A smile spread over her face. She put down her drink and hurried toward him. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her. It was far more discreet than he wanted, but he promised himself he’d fix that later tonight.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked.

  He raised a brow. “I’m here to play poker.”

  She frowned, her eyes slightly glazed. “But you’ve never come down before.”

  “Maybe it’s time I did. Besides, I heard it was a girls’ night out and well, I couldn’t miss a chance to ogle some drunken revelry,” he said with a pat on her ass.

  Erica grabbed his hand, holding it over her butt. “Do you now? I’ll have you know I make a horny drunk.”

  Dylan laughed against her lips.
“Don’t tempt me, peaches.”

  “Oh but I do.”

  Before he could say anything, Tammy spoke up. “Erica, it’s your shot.”

  Dylan stepped back and folded his arms as Erica spun away to return to her game. Bill tapped him on the shoulder. “You going to play?”

  Dylan slanted a look at the men preparing for the next hand. “All right.”

  Accepting a vacant seat, he was introduced to the other players and told the rules. He pulled out his wallet and started to bet. Five hands later, he was up fifteen dollars and men laughed uproariously and bantered between each other. Dylan fell into an easy camaraderie and gave as good as he got.

  He stared down at his cards. Two pair. He had it in the bag. Keeping his features casual, he tapped the edge of his cards to peer at the remaining man in the game. “I’ll accept your dollar and raise you another three.”

  Frank, a barrel-chested man, leaned toward Dylan, a cigar clamped between his teeth. “Big spender.”

  But he met the bet.

  Dylan chuckled with smug satisfaction and revealed his cards. “Read ’em and weep.”

  Franks’ shoulders drooped. Yes! He started forward to retrieve his winnings when Frank threw his cards face up. “Full house.”

  Dylan leaned back, his hands on his head. “No!”

  “Ooh, yeah.”

  The man scooped up the cash and Dylan accepted the pats of empathy. “Hard break, buddy.”

  Dylan drank his Coke and slapped the table. “Let’s do this.”

  More bets were placed and men joked between each other. Two hours passed and a few men became steadily drunker. Those he won against easily, but there were still enough sober men to make a game out of it. Occasionally, Dylan’s gaze would move to Erica and usually those moments involved him losing the hand.

  This time, Erica stood by the jukebox and pressed at the buttons with more force than required. He shook his head. After the song wound down, the next started up and Erica began to dance to Love Rodeo by Raunch. Dylan choked on his drink. He’d never seen her move like that. Despite the rock beat, she swung her hips, her hands hooked over her head. She rocked her body in ways that made him think of sex.