Dirty Talk

by Lauren Landish

  “No . . . she did,” I reply, looking up at him. “Yeah, I was furious at you last night, but I should’ve trusted that something wasn’t right. It wasn’t like you to do that, but it was hard to trust my heart over my own ears. It brought up old issues and insecurities, and I just fell back into that dark place so fast, but it was so much worse because it was you and I love you so damn much. But I heard you just now, it wasn’t your fault and we were both hurt by her actions. It wasn’t our fault. Where is she?”

  “I love you too, Kat. She’s been fired, and both me and the station have retained lawyers,” Derrick says. “Illegal wiretapping, invasion of privacy, I don’t fucking know what you call it but it’s damn sure illegal. She’ll never work in radio again, and might do jail time. Quincy, the station manager, says he’ll back me in whatever I want to do.”

  I nod and settle deeper into Derrick’s arms. “Okay, we’ll deal with that. But I’ve got more important things to worry about now that I know it wasn’t you.”

  “Like what?” Derrick asks, and I reach up, cupping his face.

  “Tell me what happened with your dad,” my eyes imploring here, the concern shining genuinely.

  Derrick nods. “He’s gonna be ok, but he had a major heart attack and it was pretty serious for a while last night at the hospital. It was scary.” He shrugs as if even saying he was scared isn’t okay, but it’s obviously the truth. “He’s my dad, and I thought I was gonna lose him.”

  I wrap both arms around his waist, hugging him tight. “I’m so sorry, Derrick. I know that must have been terrifying. I’m glad he’s gonna be okay though.”

  He smiles a bit, his eyes crinkling at the corners, “I told him about you, by the way.”

  The fact that he was thinking about me at all with everything going on with his dad warms my heart. He was lost last night, unaware of the storm raging on the radio and in my heart, but even in his dark moment, he thought to tell his dad about me. “Really?”

  He kisses the top of my head, “He can’t wait to meet you.”

  He turns to the producer, who gives him a single finger. “One minute, then let’s get out of here.”

  I wait as Derrick slides behind the mic, leaning forward and looking at me, his eyes gleaming. As soon as the little red light on his board lights up, he speaks. “Love Whisperer fans, there are times when I don’t know if I’m reaching anyone with my show. But tonight, I know the most important person was listening and I reached her, and she reached right back out to me. So, we’re going to flip the show over to one of our Best of the Love Whisperer shows, because I’m taking the love of my life to see my father. Until next time.”

  Derrick tosses the producer a wave as another song starts up. I have to laugh as Smashmouth’s version of I’m A Believer starts playing. As we walk out, I see the receptionist give a little fist pump. “You know all your fans are going to want to find out the details now.”

  “They’re going to have to wait,” Derrick says. “Our business is our business.”

  “Actually, I was thinking . . . It might do you both some good to get in front of the gossip and address it, maybe do a bit of damage control on air with a special guest . . . chick named Katrina. Might help your reputations, the show and the station. Just a thought.”

  “I’ll think about it,” Derrick growls, pulling me close. I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me in his powerful arms. Our lips touch, and in the first tender caress of his lips, I know all I need to know.

  His tongue strokes over my bottom lip and I open up to him, moaning softly as his hands pull me against his body. I’m exhausted, I barely slept last night, but it doesn’t matter as I press my body against his. I feel a tingle deep inside, but it’s more than just desire . . . it’s my heart.

  “I love you,” Derrick whispers when we part to breathe.

  “I know, and me too,” I reply. “Come on, take me to see your dad.”

  As soon as we make it to the car, Derrick roughly pulls me into his lap, his warm kiss taking the breath out of my lungs in the chilly night air. I moan as he brings a hand up to cup my breast, squeezing gently as he kisses and nibbles down the line of my neck. I reach between us to trace the line of his growing cock in his jeans. Panting, Derrick breaks our kiss, pulling back to rest his forehead against mine. “Make no mistake, you are mine, Kat. Now and always.”

  I nod, biting my lip. “Yours forever. And you’re mine too.”

  He presses one more quick kiss to my lips in agreement. “Yours too.”

  It seems to be the reassurance we both need, and he works to calm the heated tension sparking in the confined space of the car. “Can’t wait to finish this. But first, I’ve got an old man for you to meet.”

  It’s a normal looking hospital room, but the giant of a man sitting in the chair next to the bed certainly isn’t. “Well now, we weren’t expecting you two to stop by,” Jacob says as he gets up. “I figured you’d be at home.”

  “Yeah well,” Derrick says, scratching at his head, “Dad, this is Katrina Snow, my girlfriend. Kat, this is my father, Daniel King.”

  Daniel sits up, smiling a little, and I see he’s wearing a t-shirt from Jacob’s team. “Check out the new swag,” he says with a grin before looking at me. “So you’re the one that’s making my boy see stars?”

  I know I’m blushing but I step forward, shaking his hand. “Maybe so, sir, but he’s the one making me believe in fairy tales, that sometimes they do come true, even if they’re a bit messy.”

  “Not messy,” Jacob says, grinning. “Just sometimes a little . . . dirty. And there ain’t a thing wrong with that.”

  I smile a bit uncomfortably, it’s more than a little weird to know that my boyfriend’s father and friends have probably heard me say things I wouldn’t want a soul on Earth to hear, I guess I’ll have to get used to it for a bit until all of this dies down. “That’s true. So, are we still on for the game?”

  “Actually, I had to turn in the box tickets to get the day off,” Jacob admits, “but we’ve got one more home game before the playoffs. It’s going to be chilly, and I’ll be honest, you’ll have to share the box with some other player’s guests, but it’s a big box. What do you say?”

  “I say this old man will be ready for it, but only if you quit hovering about. Go on, you all get out of here,” Daniel says chuckling. “Leave me to heal and rest. And Jacob? Make damn sure you get into the playoffs.”

  “You heard the man,” Derrick says, taking my hand. “Dad, we’ll come by sometime tomorrow.”

  We leave, and at the elevator Jacob wraps his arms around me, nearly crushing me in a bear hug. “I’m happy for you. Take care of him, okay?”

  “I will,” I groan, trying to hug him back but nowhere able to get my arms around his enormous torso. Still, I pound him on the back as best I can, touched that for such a fearsome football gladiator, he’s a big teddy bear inside.

  Chapter 27

  Derrick

  My hands are trembling with excitement as I turn my key in the lock to my place, letting me lead Kat inside. “Kat . . .”

  She turns to me, placing a finger over my lips and looking at me saucily. “Derrick, fuck me. Make love to me. That’s all I need.” And she walks inside, heading for my bedroom. “Make me feel like the woman that you’ve reminded me I am.”

  I can’t really argue, so I just watch in utter fascination as she sways her way across my living room, an utter sex goddess in oversized sweatpants. But it’s not the clothes, it’s the aura of sensuality that just seems to exude from every pore in her body. She’s the total package, the one I’ve always known was out there for me somewhere—sexy, intelligent, sweet, and overall, an amazing woman. Maybe I sensed all that way back on our first phone conversation on the air somehow and just didn’t realize what it meant yet. But I do now.

  “Wait,” I say, locking my door behind me. “Not the bedroom.”

  “Oh?” Kat asks, turning to me. “Why not?”

  “Because
I’m pretty funky . . . I was thinking the shower?” I ask in reply. “That is . . . if you don’t mind me washing you down so I can dirty you up?”

  “Well, I had a shower just before coming to the studio . . .” she teases lightly, before continuing with a bit of promise, “but my hair could use a good washing. By your hands, of course.”

  The idea of running my fingers through Kat’s honey tresses suddenly has my cock aching, and I hurry to follow her into the bathroom. It’s one of the benefits of me not being a sports reporter anymore, I’ve been able to upgrade to an apartment with one sweet bathroom that has a large glass shower stall lined in black marble. Kat’s been here before, of course, but she takes a moment to admire the room as she reaches for the hem of her shirt. “Nice choice.”

  “For what?” I ask, regaining some of my control and pulling her toward me.

  Kat teases, reaching down and cupping my cock through my jeans again, and the response is immediate, my body already warmed up from before. “I was thinking this is a nice choice for the first place I want you to really fuck me. Fill me with that big cock and come inside me.”

  I swallow, looking into her eyes. “Kat, before this all happened, I was thinking about . . ..”

  “The same thing I was thinking about. And when the time’s right, we’ll get there. My answer’s going to be the same as before all of this. Yes.”

  Her words are all I need as I crush her lips in a searing kiss, tearing at her clothes as we undress each other. I say a silent prayer of thanks for sweatpants, they’re so easy to peel off as I kneel in front of her, kissing at the soft skin of her belly just above the line of her panties, tugging them down to look at her beautiful pussy.

  I see her sweet clit start to pulse in time with her heartbeat, needy for attention. “Tell me, Kat.”

  She eases her legs a little further apart, giving me more of peek at her sexy center, but still not saying what I need to hear.

  Kat runs her fingers through my hair, pulling the strands back and making me growl. I inhale her, memorizing every nuance to her natural perfume before lifting my eyes toward her without moving away from her sexy cunt. There’s a warning in my voice. “Kat . . .”

  She smirks, but the quiver in her thighs under my hands belies her flirty tone. “I think I like being in charge a little.”

  “And you can be from time to time,” I joke, kissing lower, deciding that if she wants to tease me by not letting me have my way with her dripping pussy, that I can torment her right back and make it impossible for her to deny me.

  I nip at her stomach, and she gasps, relenting with a moan. “Eat my pussy, Derrick. Do it for me . . .”

  Permission granted, I stroke my tongue between her slick pussy lips, the soft and silky folds parting under my tongue. I shiver as I eat her slowly, relishing every sweet drop of her arousal.

  “Oh fuck, Derrick, that’s it. You make me feel so good, don’t stop . . . please. Suck my clit . . . hard.”

  I want to give her everything--what she asks for, what she needs, and what she doesn’t even know she needs. I’ll give her all that I am, all that I have, knowing that she’ll do the same for me. So I cup her ass, bringing her in close to lick up and down her slit, circling her clit slowly before drawing it in. I suck her hard nub and thrash my tongue across it at the same time, giving her no mercy. Kat’s hips shiver and her thighs clench under my hands. “Derrick, fuck, I’m gonna--”

  “Come for me, my love,” I rasp, looking up at her with devotion. “Come all over my face.”

  I dive back in, hungry to taste her orgasm. She cries out as a gush of wetness covers my face and chin, and I feel reborn, connected in way that we’ve never been before. Kat pulls on my hair, pushing me in deeper and deeper until her orgasm finally ebbs.

  “That’s the warm up?” Kat asks shakily as she steps back, stepping the rest of the way out of her clothes. She pulls her shirt off while I quickly strip out of my clothes, getting into the shower and starting the water. Kat watches, her naked body glowing under the lights, smirking. “Warm enough?”

  “I’ll make sure it is,” I promise her, holding open the glass door for her. As soon as she’s in, I consume her, kissing her hard and pressing her lush body against the cool glass. My cock is throbbing, mashed between our bodies as the steamy air fills the shower.

  Nibbling down Kat’s neck, I bring my hand up, massaging and pinching her nipple as she moans in my ear. “Mmm, your turn to be in charge now?”

  “You know damn well it is,” I growl, loving the look in her eyes. It’s the look of the future, the rest of my life, and I can’t wait for it. Love, intense and overflowing . . . taking turns ‘being in charge’ while the whole time things are really a team effort. “You’re my woman. Forever.”

  “Forever,” Kat repeats, reaching down and grasping my rock-hard cock in her soft hand. The water sprays over my back and shoulders as we kiss, her hand slowly stroking my shaft while I run my thumb over her nipple, teasing and pinching it until it’s diamond hard. Kat’s whimpers tell me how good it feels and I turn her around, massaging her breasts while lavishing her neck with kisses. “Mmm . . . that’s wonderful.”

  “Just getting started,” I rasp in her ear, running my left hand down to cup her pussy. She’s already recovered, her pussy clenching around my two fingers as I slide them in, pumping them in and out slowly. Finally, I withdraw them and line myself up. “You ready?”

  “Make me yours forever,” Kat moans. I spread my legs, lowering myself enough that I can slide the head of my cock between her legs. With one long, slow thrust, I slide inside her, both of us groaning as every inch of my cock stretches her. Once I’m balls-deep, I still to let her adjust, enjoying the sensation of her wet heat wrapped around my bare cock, nothing coming between the love and trust we share. Kat’s deep gasp comes from the depths of her soul and I feel the same way as I join with her . . . the last woman I’ll ever join with.

  I push in deeper, bottoming out inside her, both of us gasping again as her pussy squeezes me tightly, massaging my shaft. Kat turns her head to look into my eyes, her open mouth trembling. “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I answer. The pleasure is too much and instinct takes over. I pull back and thrust deep into her again, grinning. “Forever.”

  Kat nods and we let our bodies tell us what to do. My cock strokes in and out as my hands roam her body, memorizing every inch of her soft skin. “Your sweet pussy feels so good around me. God Kat, I want to be inside you all the time.” Her soft mewls echo in the shower, encouraging me.

  I can’t go too fast, the open legged stance I have to take keeping me from jackhammering her, but that’s okay. I pound into her, watching her ass shake from the force of each driving plunge. “You like that, Kat?”

  She nods, and I do it again and again, grabbing handfuls of her hips for leverage. “Me too. I’m gonna pound your pussy and remind you that you’re mine.” The warm water cascades down our bodies, the slap of my hips against Kat’s ass beating in time with our rising heartrates as we caress each other.

  Kat presses her hands against the glass wall, urging me on, and I lift her onto her tiptoes, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips to keep her there. “Yes . . . fuck me Derrick, give it all to me. Fill me up . . ..”

  I speed up, her voice sending me into overdrive. My pulse hammers in my veins, and my eyes fix at the beautiful, sexy sight of my cock pumping in and out of Kat’s pussy, squeezed and caressed. My nerves are on fire, and her pussy’s clenching around me with every hard stroke, begging me to stay inside while at the same time begging for release. I go faster, as hard as I dare until I feel it. “Take it all!”

  My orgasm hits me like an uppercut to the chin. Stars shoot across my vision and I explode, filling Kat with everything that I have.

  My arms tremble and in the dim recesses of my mind I hear Kat cry out too, her pussy clamping down on me as we stay frozen. I think we’d be there forever if it wasn’t for the sudden
cramp in my hamstring that pulls me back from this eternity, and I pull out, panting and laughing at the same time.

  “What is it?” Kat asks, turning around herself to see me bending over, stretching my leg.

  “Cramp,” I hiss, my cock slowly wilting as the now cool water splashes down my back and ass to drip off my balls. “We need to put a step in here if this is going to be a regular thing.”

  Kat blinks, then chuckles as she raises an eyebrow. “Is that your way of saying I’m short?”

  I laugh lightly, pulling her in to me, our bodies slippery and slick against each other. “Of course not, you’re not short, you’re just fun-sized. You just need a little lift so I can really give it to you like I want.”

  “Is that your way of inviting me to move in?” She’s smiling, but I can see the smallest hint of uncertainty in the depths of her eyes.

  “As soon as you can break your lease,” I reply. “I want to go to sleep with you in my arms, wake up with you in our bed, and spend every day together. I’m ready when you are.”

  Chapter 28

  Kat

  The box is busy, but Jacob had warned us of that. The team’s facing their last home game, and it’s a must-win situation according to Derrick, so a lot of the players used their allotments for this game, resulting in a box filled with a dozen or more people. Thankfully, all of them are family of Jacob’s teammates. It makes things . . . interesting.

  “So you’re the one who wrote that app?” one of them, a bubbly, curly-haired woman named Rachel asks. “I just downloaded that last week. Girl, let me tell you, that has been a godsend. I’ve been able to do so much more, and Jerry’s been happier too! He’s been able to see that I’m not just wasting time being some WAG. Now, let me ask you . . . think you can write a day trading app?”

  I chuckle, sipping the flute of champagne that comes with the box seats. “I could, but I doubt it’d be better than what’s out there. Why?”