DickingAround.epub

by Amarinda Jones

Adam’s mouth descended on her breast sucking the pierced nipple inside.

  Chapter Two

  The present

  “Unbelievable! They’re having sex.” Mickey and Theo had made their way slowly around to the other side of the boutique to where the changing rooms were located. Theo made Mickey peek over the top of the wooden louvered door when no one was looking.

  What he saw made his face go red and his dick harden with excitement. Originally, Mickey had not paid much attention to the woman. It had all been about getting the USB

  stick. When he saw her naked? Oh man. I want in that pussy. She was all creamy curves and lusciousness.

  Theo picked up a silky blouse and acted like he was considering buying it. “Great time to snatch her bag.”

  Mickey was appalled. “With them doing it?” There were times when he wondered about Theo’s morals. Yes, they were thieves. But we’re not perverts. Sure the woman was hot and, hell yes, he wanted inside her but he had some morals. Well, at least a few.

  “They won’t have any idea what’s going on.” Theo nodded and smiled at a nearby sales lady.

  Mickey knew the time to act was upon them. It was bad enough that they were in a clothing shop. Being caught peeking at a naked woman? Bloody hell. “I don’t know, Theo.

  It’s a private thing to interrupt.” He sneaked another look. Oh, she has a great ass.

  Theo punched him in the arm. “They’re fucking in a public changing room. It’s not exactly private.”

  “Oh yeah, I guess so.” Mickey blew out a breath. “You go in, push the door open and grab the bag.”

  Mickey was appalled. “Why me?” The guy fucking her was big and muscular and looked like he could easily beat the shit out of him.

  “Because I said so.”

  And there it was. Mickey would be forever trapped by his debt to Theo. N e ver owe another crook money. “What if they see me?” What the hell am I supposed to do? Run?

  Say hi? Can I have a turn?

  “No man buried inside a woman is going to look at you.” Theo pushed Mickey towards the dressing room door.

  “This is embarrassing.”

  “Just shut up and do it, Mickey.”

  ****

  “Oh G-g-god…” Carlisle was on fire with her need to come. “You’re religious?” Adam’s mouth slid down her neck.

  “Only when I’m about to come.” Carlisle sighed. She loved it when a man kissed her neck. “Fuck me harder.” She wanted to feel her insides trashed by dick and her legs wobbly from trying to keep up the pace.

  Adam laughed against her skin. “You’re a complete slut and I love it.”

  “I make no apologies.” Carlisle loved sex. She adored men. The two combined together were better than chocolate. “O-o-ohhhh,” she panted out as the start of an orgasm struck. It was that first moment of pleasure that Carlisle always loved. It was knowing it would build up into the most explosive feeling of lustful joy that she craved. Carlisle clung to him, shuddering and whimpering as she rode out the orgasm against him. “You’re so lovely.”

  “I aim to please.”

  “I’m pleased you aimed your dick at me.” Who knew dress shopping would be this much fun?

  Adam chuckled. “Naked women always attract me.”

  She laughed. Good sex was supposed to be fun. “I want—” Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a male hand on her bag. It sat on the floor of the dressing room. “What the hell?”

  Adam also saw the hand. He tried to pull himself free from her. “He took your handbag.”

  “Where are you going?” She wanted to feel Adam come against her. Carlisle refused to let go of the man still buried deep within her.

  “After him.”

  “You’re naked.” And I like that in a man.

  “He stole from you.” Adam pulled from her arms, his dick wet and bouncing.

  “And once again, you’re naked and if you go charging out of here with that—” Carlisle pointed to his up-thrust dick. “— they’ll know what we were doing in here.”

  “He’s a thief.”

  How sweet that he wanted to rush to her defense. “I have nine dollars and twelve cents in my purse, the handle is stuck up with tape, and the clasp is broken. If he’s that desperate, he can have it.” Carlisle curled her hand around his dick.

  “How were you going to buy a dress?”

  She slid her hand back and forth along the shaft. “Psychologically, I didn’t want to. I don’t want to go to the wedding nor waste money on something I know I‘ll never wear again so I left my credit card at home.”

  Adam’s hands once more descended on her hips pulling her close. “What about house keys? Car keys?”

  “The cars at the mechanics and I hide my keys outside my house because I lose them too often.” And she did. She had a legendary ability to misplace keys. Hiding them at home meant less drama.

  “That’s not smart.”

  Carlisle raised her eyebrows at him. “You’ve known me in the biblical sense for a nano-second so you can hardly call me dumb.” Careless and irresponsible yes.

  “Sorry, darlin’.” He leaned in and kissed her.

  “I forgive you because you have such a lovely dick.” The head of it was the perfect size for a woman’s mouth.

  Adam chuckled. “Why thank you.” He picked up the hand that was playing with his dick. “We’re both naked and sweaty.”

  She smiled. “Yes, and it looks good on you.”

  Adam pushed her back against the wall, his knee spreading her legs. “We have unfinished business.” He pushed his cock against her pussy.

  “No.”

  “What?” Adam looked confused.

  Carlisle’s hand went once more to his dick. She pulled the wet condom off and carelessly tossed it to the carpet. Let ‘um wonder. “I want you to come on me.” Carlisle enjoyed the raw, primal sensation of a man’s cum covering her body. It was dirty and possessive. And I like it. She dropped to her knees and leaned forward to lick the tip of his dick.

  Adam closed his eyes, his hand stroking her cheek. “You’re beautiful.”

  “Tell me that again when I’m not on my knees in front of you.” Carlisle knew it wouldn’t take Adam long to come. She had seen it in his eyes. She sucked the head of his dick into her mouth and toyed with it, running her hand up and down the shaft in an action she knew drove a man wild. As much as she wanted to taste his cum on her lips, she was looking forward to having her breasts splattered with cum.

  “Stop.” Adam’s voice was hoarse. He gently pushed her from his dick and fisted his shaft.

  “On my breasts please.” He was a stranger. She had enjoyed sex with him and now he was going to leave his mark on her. It was all so naughty.

  “I could easily fall in love with you, darlin’.”

  As the first spurts of white, sticky cum slid down her breasts, Carlisle smiled. It wasn’t just the feeling on her skin it was the look of pleasure in Adam’s eyes. I could get high on that. She ran her fingers through the thick liquid and massaged it into her skin.

  “Oh man,” Adam groaned as he watched her actions.

  “Nope all woman, baby.”

  “Is everything okay in there?” A woman called out from the other side of the door.

  “Oh yes, just deciding what to wear.” Carlisle ran her fingertips over her sticky skin. “I think I found the perfect thing.”

  “I think I love you.”

  They all did when Carlisle was on her knees, and she loved them back.

  Adam helped her to her feet. “I want to take you to your sister’s wedding.”

  That surprised her. “Why? You don’t even know me, or her.”

  “Her I don’t care about. As for not knowing you?” Adam’s look was direct and significant.

  Yeah well, he had seen her at her most vulnerable. “It’s a lot to ask of a sane person.”

  She didn’t even want to go.

  “What? Going to a Ken and Barbie dream wedding? Will there b
e real food? No plastic pretend stuff by Mattel?”

  “Oh hell no. They have the whole event being catered by chefs.” How sweet he wanted to go and spend more time with her. Carlisle liked the idea of that. While it was true they had just met, there was something, other than great sex, which appealed to her bout Adam.

  He was a nice, decent guy and they were few and far between. While she liked her men dirty, she loved those who showed their heart.

  “Your parents must be rich.”

  Carlisle shook her head. “No, this is all Ken’s family. They’re rich. My mother is just grateful she doesn’t have to pay and she is prepared to kiss the groom’s parents’ asses to get the bridal extravaganza she always dreamed of for her favorite child.”

  Adam tilted his head to the side and smiled. “You’re not the favorite?”

  “Oh hell no. I’m known as the one who spends all her time dicking around and being irresponsible.”

  “I love how you ‘dick’ around.”

  He’s gorgeous. I want him for life. “You’re not only delicious but smart.”

  “So let me take you then.”

  Carlisle smiled. “Yes please.”

  “I meant to the wedding,” Adam added. “However I do plan to fuck you again very soon.”

  Most excellent. “What do you get out of it?” “My dick buried inside you? I get an orgasm.” She slapped his chest. “The wedding I mean.”

  “I get to spend time with you, darlin’.”

  “I’m boring.”

  Adam snorted. “I doubt that.”

  “You’ve only seen me naked,” she pointed out.

  “Yeah but you have a nipple ring and you got your bag snatched. Who knows what the wedding will bring?”

  “You may be bored when I’m fully dressed.” Her eyes went down to his dick. Though I could never be bored by that.

  “I’ll take that chance, darlin’.”

  ****

  “There’s no key in here!” Theo threw the bag to the ground in disgust. “Wow! She has even less money than I do.” Mickey thumbed through the coins in her purse. “I feel bad about stealing from her.”

  Theo slapped him on the back of the head. “She has something that’s ours. Screw her.”

  Visions of the woman in question indeed being screwed against a wall came back to Mickey. He adjusted his stance to relieve the sudden pressure on his dick. “What now?”

  “We have to keep following her until we can find out how to get into her house.”

  “I don’t want to hurt her.”

  “You’re thinking with your dick,” Theo responded in disgust. “We need to trap her and make her tell us where the box is.”

  Chapter Three

  “Oh, what are you doing here?” The day had been weird enough without opening her door to find a man dressed only in a towel cooking in her kitchen. Peter Mason turned to Carlisle and smiled. Any frustration she had disappeared under the sweet, seductive curve of his lips as he grinned at her. She felt her cunt go wet in response. But that was Peter Mason. Hot, hot, hot.

  He lifted the spatula and waved at her. “You said drop by whenever I was in town. I know where you hide your key.”

  Initially it had thrown Carlisle when she couldn’t find her hidden key. Thoughts of Adam suggesting her method of security was not ‘smart’ came back to her. She had approached her small, rented house hesitant yet ready to scream her lungs out.

  “I meant call me or knock on the door. I didn’t mean be naked and cooking?”

  “Boring,” Peter said as he went back to his cooking. “I wanted you to have the thrill of finding me here. I figured after we had such a great time last visit you might want me to stay.”

  Her mind went back to the last time. It had been so exciting. Knowing how much she liked to be dominated, Peter tied her up face down on her bed, her ass in the air, her bound legs spread wide apart and her hands secured above her head in a pose of total submission and obedience. It was all because she had told him she was too tired to play with him. His response? “I only want your ass, baby.”

  And he had taken it. Hard. It had started with him toying with her anus. She had jumped and squirmed as he fingered her. Peter loved anal sex. Until him, Carlisle had never tried it. She had demanded he stop and untie her. He had spanked her ass so hard that she had begged him to stop. And he had. His finger in her ass had been replaced by other things and people. Peter liked toys and he had a lot of friends. One quick call and two men had come straight over. She had not been able to see them. Her head faced forward. They stood behind, looking at her ass.

  “Did you bring the drill?”

  “Drill?” Carlisle had repeated the word wondering what was in store for her.

  “Yeah, baby, we’re going to take turns playing with you.” The sound of a power drill vibrated in the room.

  “No.” Yet even as she said the word, Carlisle was excited at the thought. All the power?

  Vibrating inside of me?

  Slap, slap, slap. “You have no say in it at all.”

  When the lubed up dildo had been pushed into her anus she had shrieked. It was foreign, tight, and painful. “Peter?”

  He bent down and whispered in her ear. “Relax.”

  “How can I when I have something shoved up my ass?” And then the dildo started to vibrate and slide in and out and Carlisle’s eyes had opened wide with shook. My god they’re drilling me. The men had taken turns playing with her ass and the drill. They reamed her out until she was panting with need to come.

  “I think she’s ready boys. Condoms on,” Peter commanded.

  “Peter —”

  “You’re going to like this.”

  The first thrust of a hot, hard dick in her ass made her shriek. The drill had loosened up her muscles but it was a shock all the same. Carlisle was on fire with need. Even though she had yelled out for them to stop it was the last thing she wanted to happen. While it was true that they held her body in their hands, Carlisle knew she had the power to stop them.

  If I wanted to and I don’t. She liked the thrill of being taken and used. They took it in turns to fuck her. She had been horrified and angry but then all that angst turned to something else when a hand touched her clit and she started to moan.

  “See? I told you, you’d like it.” Peter humped her hard and he toyed with her cunt.

  “Want me to stop?”

  “No.” At first it was shameful. Now she wanted shameless. She wanted to be used by them.

  “Take the photos boys.”

  That made Carlisle buck against her restraints. “What? Why?” “So you remember how much fun this was when we do it next time.” It hadn’t exactly been fun. It had been fierce, brutal sex. Her whole body had been shaken by it. And I loved it. Not that Carlisle would ever tell Peter that. It was a game they played. “I could barely walk last time.” Carlisle had been sore for days but it had been worth it. Peter did things to her that she never imagined anyone doing. And the thing was she had no say or choice in what happened. He used her for his own pleasure and in turn ensured she came over and over again. And the photos?

  They were kept in a drawer beside her bed for those nights when she was alone and needy.

  Carlisle would look at them and rub her clit and remember when.

  ****

  “You enjoyed it.” It wasn’t a question. It was fact as far as Peter was concerned. He knew when a woman wanted to be taken hard and dirty. Carlisle was like that. She pretended she didn’t. He knew she craved the forbiddeness of it. “What are you cooking?”

  He knew she was trying to avoid the issue. It wasn’t an easy thing for someone who grew up to be a good girl admitting she enjoyed anal sex and multiple partners. “Baby?”

  Carlisle looked uncertain. “What?”

  “Why can’t you admit you enjoyed being tied up and taken in the ass?” It was a game they played. She pretended to resist and he took her anyway.

  “Is it risotto?”

 
Peter smiled to himself as he switched the burner off. “Oh, baby, you need a reminder.”

  He dropped his towel on the floor. He was hard and ready. Thoughts of fucking Carlisle always made him so.

  Carlisle moved away from him “I don’t want to do that.”

  She was such a bad liar. Peter could feel her eyes on his dick. “Come with me.” Peter held out his hand. He would give her a choice to exercise her free will. If she didn’t use it then he would use her until she begged for more.

  “No, it’s been a long day.” She tried to sidestep him. Peter grabbed her wrist.

  “No.” She tried to pull away from him.

  “Shut up, baby.” He was in charge and they both knew it. If Peter thought for one second there was genuine fear in her voice he would stop. But there wasn’t. The sparkle of excitement in her eyes told him she wanted to be taken. He pulled her into the bedroom.

  “Strip.”

  Carlisle refused to move. “No.”

  Peter smiled and shook his head. “Do it or you’ll be punished and we’ll both enjoy that.”

  “You don’t scare me.”

  “Tough words, baby. I think we both know better.” Peter pushed her onto the bed and started tearing off her clothes. The sound of fabric ripping tore through the air. Carlisle struggled under him trying to free herself. Peter made short work of her clothes. Only her panties remained. He rolled her onto her stomach, straddled her hips and yanked at them until the fabric spit and her ass was bare. The remnant of her panties clung around her upper thighs.

  “Get off me!” Carlisle yelled as she bucked up trying to throw him off.

  “No. You need to be taught a lesson.” He grabbed the bed sheet and pulled it. Peter needed something to bind her hands with.

  “By you? Fuck off.”

  He freed the sheet and began twisting it into a rope. Peter knew there was no way Carlisle could move. His weight trapped her. He admired the fight she was putting up. It showed passion and determination. All moot of course. “Are you trying to piss me off, baby?”

  “Yes!” Carlisle yelled as she squirmed beneath him. “Now get off me.”