Dirty For Me (Motor City Royals)

by Jackie Ashenden

  And then Zee lifted his hand and put his thumb in his mouth. Then he lowered it again and brushed that wet thumb over her already hard, bare nipple.

  Electricity arrowed through her, every nerve ending suddenly on fire. She made a choked sound and then another as he lightly began to circle, her skin now slick from the moisture on his thumb and even more sensitized.

  “You wanna be dirty for me, pretty girl?” His voice was low and dark and hungry. “You want my dirty hands all over your nice clean skin?”

  His thumb moved and it felt like with every circular motion he made, he stripped a piece of her away. Pieces that weren’t herself, but the costume she’d been wearing every single day of her life since Will had died.

  Perhaps it was wrong to want this, to embrace it. But something was changing inside her, as if ropes that had been holding her down were slowly being cut, one by one.

  “Yes,” she said hoarsely, her breath catching as he began to rub his thumb back and forth over her nipple, slick skin sliding over slick skin. “I w-want that.”

  He leaned in, bending his head so his mouth was inches from hers. “So tell me.”

  She couldn’t move, held by the look in his eyes and the feel of his finger on her taut flesh. “I want your d-dirty hands on me.” Her voice was thick, the stutter helpless. “And I want to be dirty for you.”

  His head dipped, his mouth covering hers for a short, hard, blinding kiss. Then he lifted it again and took his hand from her breast, staring down at her as if debating something.

  She couldn’t stop shivering, that aching, restless want prowling around inside her.

  Zee moved his hands to the neckline of her dress, up near her shoulders, gripping tight, then pulling apart in a hard jerk. The fabric ripped and he pulled again, tugging it down over her arms, baring her to the waist.

  Her breath escaped her. All she could do was stand there naked from the waist up, the brick rough against her bare skin, feeling his gaze brush over her like the flame from a blowtorch.

  Robert had never looked at her like that. Or any of the few boyfriends she’d been with in college. Never like they wanted to devour her alive. As if they couldn’t wait to feast.

  Zee’s gaze lifted to hers, sharp-edged and blazing like a blade lifted straight out of a forge fire. And then he covered her breasts with his oil-stained hands.

  The heat of his palms transfixed her, stole the remaining breath in her.

  He squeezed gently, his thumbs pinching her aching nipples and sending bright arcs of sensation pulsing through her.

  She groaned and he stole the sound with his mouth in another hard kiss that had her pressed up against the rough brick of the wall.

  “On your knees,” he demanded against her lips. “You wanted to get dirty so it’s time to get fucking dirty. I want your mouth around my cock in five seconds or you’re not gonna get to come.”

  The sound of his voice cut the remaining ropes holding her down, the last shreds of Tamara Lennox, good girl and hard worker, and she was on her knees before she could even think straight.

  The ground beneath her was hard and covered in gravel, but she was barely conscious of it. All she was aware of was the fact that she was kneeling in the dirt at the back of a garage in a sketchy part of town. In front of a tattooed mechanic, a stranger, who was going to make her suck his cock. It was so wrong and yet the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.

  “Five seconds, pretty girl,” Zee growled. “Better open that mouth of yours.” His hands were already at his overalls, shoving them down over his hips and taking the hard length of his cock out of his boxers.

  Her mouth had gone dry. She didn’t have a lot of experience blowing guys. But this . . . Zee . . . God. That musky, spicy hot smell of him, it did things to her. Made her hungry in a way she’d never been before.

  She lifted her hands and gripped onto his muscular thighs. His fingers curled around his cock and she couldn’t take her eyes off the sight. Oil stains and smooth, hot skin. Moisture flooded into her mouth like she was starving and he was food.

  “Do exactly what I tell you and you’ll get yours, too.” His other hand reached for her, twining in her hair and gripping on tight. “Open up, pretty girl.”

  And then he was sliding into her mouth and the hot, salty taste of him was on her tongue.

  So good. So fucking good.

  She closed her lips around him and dug her fingers into his thighs, responding to the grip in her hair as he guided her.

  “Look at me,” he murmured.

  She obeyed, lifting her gaze to his.

  Silver glimmered in his eyes, the lines of his face drawn tight. “Oh yeah.” His voice was a rough whisper in the darkness. “Suck me, baby. Just like that.”

  And she did, taking him in as far as she could, using her tongue to stroke the underside of his cock, all down the long, hard length of him. Watching the expression on his face change, becoming tighter, fiercer. His gaze flicked to her bare breasts and back to where her mouth was stretched around him and she could see the effect that had on him. She felt it herself, too, in the ache between her legs that had her clenching her thighs together, trying to ease it.

  Zee smiled, a hungry wolf’s smile, his fingers pushing deeper into her hair and holding on tight. “You like this, don’t you? You like having my dick in your mouth. Makes you all wet.”

  She nodded, increasing the suction, suddenly wanting him as desperate and out of control as she was starting to feel.

  But his hips stilled, the grip in her hair almost painful. “Pull your dress up and let me see.”

  She would never have contemplated doing such a thing a few days ago. But she wasn’t Tamara now. She was on her knees, her dress ripped, and if she looked down, she knew she’d see the marks of his hands on her breasts, oil on her clean skin.

  Tamara was dead and gone.

  Her hands shaking with desire, she fumbled with the hem of her dress, pulling it up around her waist, baring herself to him. And she gloried in the tight look on his face as his gaze dropped. “Spread your thighs,” he ordered roughly. “Let me see that hot little pussy of yours.”

  She did that too, no hesitation, adjusting her stance so she was kneeling with her legs apart.

  “No.” His voice was a harsh rumble. “All I’m seeing is cotton, baby. Get those panties away.”

  Her hands were already moving to obey, tugging aside the damp cotton, baring her sex to him.

  He exhaled. “Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Fucking beautiful.” He flexed his hips, a long, slow thrusting into her mouth, his gaze fixed between her thighs. “Touch yourself. Let me see those fingers working that tight pussy.”

  She couldn’t do it fast enough, shuddering as she touched her own wet flesh, sliding her fingers over her clit, the sharpness of the pleasure almost making her come on the spot.

  Things began to descend into desperation at that point, her world narrowing to the slide of his cock in her mouth, the gleam in his eyes as he watched her hand move between her thighs, the intense hot pleasure of her fingers on her clit.

  Everything spun out of control and she let it, embraced it as he began to thrust harder, faster, pulling on her hair and making little points of pain prickle all over her scalp. But that only added to the rush of sensations building inside her. The gravel beneath her knees, digging into her skin. The thickness of him in her mouth. The dirty pleasure of touching herself as he watched her.

  It was all so good. All so intense.

  The climax broke over her without warning, leaving her shaking and gasping, all her senses overwhelmed. She was barely conscious of Zee’s thrusts becoming faster, wilder, his grip tightening even more painfully. And when the climax took him too, all she could do was kneel there and take it as he thrust hard into her mouth, putting his hand up to lean forward against the wall, a deep groan tearing from him.

  Tamara didn’t move, her whole body ringing like a bell with the aftereffects of the climax, the taste
of him hot in her mouth.

  And it was only in the moments afterward, as he slowly withdrew, that she began to be aware that her knees hurt and her scalp was tingling, her jaw aching.

  The low, rough sound of Zee’s breathing gradually penetrated her shocked brain.

  She looked up and something that hadn’t been satisfied one bit began to stir to life inside her.

  “I’m not done,” he said.

  Then he pulled her to her feet.

  * * *

  He felt like he’d barely touched her. Barely gotten a taste. And even though the effects of the mind-blowing orgasm were still rocketing around inside him like a hit of pure, uncut cocaine, the sight of her kneeling there in the remains of her ripped dress was more than enough to get his dick excited all over again.

  She looked dazed, her beautiful, pouty mouth full and red, and slightly open. And there was enough ambient light to see the glow of her pale skin and the dark marks left by his stained hands that covered her small, high breasts. His fingerprints.

  He’d done that to her. He’d torn her dress and put his hands all over her, stained her, marked her. And now all he wanted was to do it all over again.

  He didn’t question himself because it was too late for that shit, leaning down and sliding an arm around her waist, hauling her up into his arms. Then he turned and carried her a few steps to the vintage Chevy he was in the process of fixing, and sat her on the hood.

  Her hands were holding tight to his shoulders, her dark eyes on his. “What are you doing?” Her voice sounded cracked and that only added to the fire that was still burning hot inside him.

  “I told you I wasn’t done. Lie down.”

  She stared at him a moment and then slowly leaned back on the shiny red metal, keeping herself propped up on her elbows, watching him.

  Fuck, yeah, she could keep doing that.

  He put his hands on her thighs and pushed them apart, the sound of her soft gasp stoking the flame higher. His fingers left more marks, staining her white skin, the sight of them a punch to the gut.

  He had no idea why that was such a turn-on, why the thought of her walking away from this encounter with his fingerprints all over her made his cock so fucking hard.

  A poor little rich girl pulled down in the dirt with him.

  It’s not the first time that’s happened.

  Zee growled at the thought, shoving it away as he jerked aside the crotch of her panties, revealing the hot, juicy little pussy he’d watched her fingers slide all over as she’d sucked him off.

  A quiver ran through her. “Zee . . .”

  He ignored the desperate sound of his name, leaning in to push his hands beneath her thighs, urging them up and over his shoulders.

  Her hips shifted, a soft sound escaping her as he pressed in even closer. “Oh . . . God . . . I don’t think I can. . . .”

  “Yeah, you can.” Christ, he was so fucking hungry and she smelled all musky and hot, like raw sex. She’d had him in her mouth. It was his turn to taste.

  Burying his head between her thighs, he pushed his tongue deep inside her.

  She gave a cry, her body stiffening in his hands.

  But he didn’t stop or pull back. She tasted hot and sweet, with a tart edge that had his heart thumping in his head and his cock hardening even more. He licked her, exploring the tender wet folds of her pussy with his tongue, listening to the ragged, desperate sounds he drew from her.

  Her hips shifted restlessly beneath his mouth and her thighs clenched around his head, the sweet, raw taste of her filling his senses. He shifted his hand, sliding up one thigh and between, finding the hard bud of her clit, pinching it as he pushed his tongue deeper.

  She shuddered, a choked sob escaping her.

  He lifted his head, glancing up at her to see she had her head thrown back, her back arched, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. So fucking erotic. But it wasn’t what he wanted.

  “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice gone hoarse. “Look at me, pretty girl.”

  She gave a soft moan, exhaling on a shaky breath, lowering her head to meet his gaze. Her eyes had gone black in the night, desire swamping them.

  “Yeah, that’s right.” He didn’t break eye contact. “I want you to watch me eating you out. And you better stay watching me ’cause if you look away, I’m not gonna let you come.”

  He didn’t wait for her to respond, holding her gaze as he bent to her pussy again, licking deep as he pinched her clit, watching as the sharp edge of pleasure unfurled over her face like anguish. But she didn’t look away. She kept her gaze glued to his with something like defiance, a challenge he couldn’t help but take up.

  So he kept going, using his mouth, his tongue, and his fingers, pushing her and pushing her, winding the pleasure tighter and tighter, until her hips began to shudder and shake, and she began to sob in earnest. Until at last she threw back her head again and gave a high, sharp scream, her whole body convulsing.

  He clamped down hard on her thighs as she bucked against him, holding her through the most intense part of the climax. And when she at last went limp, he released her, stepping back to grab his wallet out of the pocket of his overalls and get the condom out of it.

  All he could taste was her. She was in his mouth, in his nostrils, seared into his brain. He wasn’t going to be able to get rid of her until he was inside her.

  Jesus, he wasn’t even going to be able to function until he was inside her.

  He tore the packet open and rolled the condom down. Tamara was still lying on the hood of the Chevy in a wanton sprawl. Her slinky red dress was a narrow band of oil-stained fabric around her waist and she’d lost her sexy shoes. Her hair had come out of its bun and was spread all over the cherry metal of the car, her skin glowing pale. There were black marks on the inside of her thighs now from where he’d pushed them wide apart with his dirty fingers.

  What the fuck have you done? Aren’t you supposed to be better than this?

  But he couldn’t think about that now, because desire was rising inside him. And when he took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head of it all over her soft, hot pussy, she whimpered.

  “You want this?” he murmured, too much in the grip of the darkness to stop. “You want my cock?”

  She gave another moan, her hips lifting helplessly as he slid the head of his dick over her clit, teasing her. “Yes.” The word was a whisper of sound. “But God . . . You’ve wrecked me, Zee. I don’t know if I can.”

  “You did before. You can do it again.”

  “I don’t know . . .”

  He leaned forward, easing the tip of his dick inside her, then stopping. The feel of all that warm, wet flesh against his was driving him insane, but he wasn’t going to give it to her yet. He wanted her to beg for it.

  She groaned, her hips lifting, ready to take him.

  “Tell me how much you want it, Tamara.” He eased a little deeper, making her gasp. “Beg me for it.”

  Her eyes had closed, her teeth digging into her lower lip again. Her hands were spread on the metal of the hood as if she was holding on to it. “Please.” Her voice was ragged. “Please, Zee. Give it to me. Please.” Then suddenly her eyes opened and her gaze locked onto his, a dark fire burning in the depths. “I want your cock, Zee. I want you to fuck me. Do it. Now.”

  And like the balance of power had changed, he found himself obeying her this time, thrusting into the wet heat of her. Feeling her pussy clench around him, tight as a glove.

  It nearly blew his head off.

  He had to stop inside her, his hands flat on the hood on either side of her hips, just to get himself under control, because he didn’t want to be the one moaning and desperate and out of control. He wanted to be the one in charge.

  Yet, like she knew exactly what he was thinking, her mouth curved. And she lifted her legs up around his hips, rocking her pelvis back, urging him deeper.

  His mind blanked and he knew that somewhere, somehow, he’d lost control of this
. But as she moved beneath him, as the sound of her breathing got faster and faster, he rapidly found he didn’t much care.

  Instead he leaned forward on his hands, pushing inside her, then sliding back out. Setting up a hard, driving rhythm. Then there was nothing but the sound of flesh meeting flesh, her hoarse cries of ecstasy as he fucked her, and the whiplash of pleasure that uncoiled up his spine.

  There were bright lights behind his eyes, unbearable tension drawing everything impossibly tight. Then it released and he roared as the climax burst apart in his head, a blaze of white light that annihilated him, shattering his consciousness as surely as a hammer to the back of his head.

  He didn’t know how long it was before he became conscious again, feeling cold metal beneath his palms and hot flesh around his dick.

  When he opened his eyes, he was almost shocked to find himself behind the garage, a nearly naked woman sprawled on the hood of the car. That he wasn’t in some other place, where the cities were on fire and the sky was full of flames.

  She was looking at him, her eyes full of that hot darkness and he knew that he’d been lying to himself all this time. Telling himself it would be just one night, just one quick fuck and that would be it, that he’d send her back to where she came from and never think of her again.

  But he didn’t say anything as he pulled out of her, put his clothing back in place, then helped her with hers. She didn’t speak either, sitting there silently as he pulled her dress back down over her hips, then tried to cover her breasts. When that didn’t work, he picked her up in his arms and carried her back into the garage, setting her down on the work counter while he went to the lockers and got out one of his T-shirts.

  She watched him silently as he came back over to her, raising her arms like a child when he gestured, letting him put the shirt on her, covering up all that pale, marked skin.

  Then he said, “Get in the car. I’ll take you home.”

  She didn’t protest, nor did she speak as he drove her back to her downtown apartment.

  It was as if what had happened between them had made speech impossible.

  Only when he pulled up outside her apartment building and she put her hand on the door handle to get out did she speak. Even then it was only one word.