Dirty at 30 (Love Without Batteries Book 1)

by Cassandra Lawson

  “A towel,” she replied. “I’d just gotten out of the shower when I decided to text you.”

  I groaned at the image of Brook with nothing but a towel covering her body. “Where are you at?”

  “In my bedroom,” she replied.

  “Take the towel off, Brook,” I commanded. I wouldn’t be able to watch Brook come tonight, but I’d be able to hear her, and I was dying to know what she sounded like when she came. “I want you naked and panting, just like you’re going to be when I finally get to enjoy that sexy body of yours.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Brook

  A shudder of desire ran through my body at Ty’s commanding tone, and I felt compelled to obey, trusting him to guide my pleasure. I let the towel drop to the floor. “It’s off,” I told him. “Now, it’s your turn.”

  “That’s not how this works, sweetheart.” The sexy rumble of his voice made my insides clench with lust. “I want you focused on two things.”

  “Two things?” I asked.

  “Focus on my words and your pleasure. Don’t move unless I’ve told you to. Do you understand?” he asked in a firm tone.

  “Yes, Ty,” I breathed out.

  “Describe your nipples for me. What color are they?”

  “Dusky pink,” I replied somewhat shyly.

  “Are they hard for me?” he asked.

  “Yes, they’re very hard,” I admitted.

  “Reach up and pinch one of your nipples lightly and imagine my mouth on you, suckling it. I’m dying to suck your gorgeous nipples while you moan and beg me for more. How does your hand feel on your nipple?”

  “Good, but I need more,” I pleaded.

  “Can you feel the scrape of my tongue against your hard nipple? Can you feel my beard brushing against your breast?”

  My answer was more moan than words.

  “Pinch your nipple harder, until it’s just shy of painful.”

  I whimpered as I followed his order, and the pleasure shot straight from my nipple to my aching core. My legs were shaking, which was insane since I’d done nothing more than touch my nipple.

  “Do you like that?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I whimpered. “I wish it was your mouth and not my fingers.”

  “It will be,” he promised. “Not tonight, but I am going to enjoy making you moan and beg me for more. My dick is hard and aching from thinking about you. I’m dying to slide into you and feel you wrapped tightly around me while I fuck you.”

  A needy whimper escaped my lips as my fingers trailed down my belly, needing to touch myself between my legs.

  “Don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to,” he rasped out.

  “I wasn’t,” I insisted, my hand stopping close to my clit.

  “You were going to, weren’t you?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I admitted.

  “Behave, Brook, or I’ll have to take you across my lap and spank that beautiful ass of yours,” he warned.

  Spanking was definitely not my thing. At least, that’s what I’d thought before hearing Ty’s threat. I moaned at the image, torn between being embarrassed at the thought of Ty spanking me, and being so turned on my legs were shaking.

  Ty chuckled. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I admitted. “Please let me touch myself.”

  “Get on your bed,” he told me.

  On trembling legs, I moved toward my bed.

  “Are you in bed?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I replied. “I’m lying on my back in the middle of the bed.”

  “Are you still touching your nipple?” he asked.

  “No,” I admitted.

  “Did I tell you to stop?” I moaned at the authority in his voice, suddenly having a much better understanding of why women went for dominant men. Ty didn’t give me a chance to respond before continuing. “Touch your other nipple. Keep imagining my mouth on you.”

  “I’m touching my nipple,” I assured him and then moaned. “I need more, Ty. I’m so turned on.”

  “Good,” he praised. “That’s how I want you, aching for me, ready to beg me for your release. Do you want my tongue between your legs?”

  “Yes,” I panted out. “I need to touch myself.”

  “Not yet,” he insisted, and I groaned, tempted to touch myself without his permission but loving this game too much to let it end. “I’m on my bed now, lying on my back and thinking about how much I want to run my tongue over every inch of your body. If you were here, I’d have you straddle my face so I could slide my tongue into that hot body of yours.”

  “Please,” I panted out.

  “Please, what?” he asked.

  “Please don’t make me wait any more.”

  “Put your phone on speaker and set it down. I want you on your knees, like you’re riding my face. I’m imagining that hot pussy of yours coming down on my mouth.”

  I barely managed to follow his order, wanting so much to bring myself to orgasm.

  “Trail your fingers down your body slowly, over your ribs and down your belly, brush them against your pussy. Does that feel good?” he asked.

  “So good, Ty,” I admitted.

  “Lean forward slightly and smack your ass with your other hand, while you touch yourself.”

  “What?” I stammered.

  “Do it for me, sweetheart,” he coaxed in a gentler tone.

  My hand made contact with my own backside in a light swat as my fingers continued to stroke my clit.

  “Harder,” Ty said on a groan. “Finger yourself and spank your ass harder. When I see you, I am going to spank your sweet ass while I eat you out. Imagine me doing that now.”

  My hand made contact with my backside again, harder this time, and there was a slight sting. It was somewhat awkward, but arousing at the same time.

  “Fuck me,” Ty groaned. “I can’t wait to taste you. My hand is wrapped around my dick, and I’m stroking myself, thinking about how hot you’ll be when I make you scream. Tell me what you look like down there. Are you shaved?”

  “Waxed,” I replied in a strained voice.

  “All over?” he asked, sounding less in control all of a sudden.

  “All over,” I confirmed, loving the way his breath hissed out.

  “Put one of your fingers inside of yourself,” he ordered. “Tell me how wet you are for me.”

  “I’m wet and ready for you, Ty. I wish you were here to fill me,” I breathed out.

  “Soon,” he promised. “For now, I want you to stroke your clit and picture my tongue on you. Tell me how to make you come hard, Brook. How is your finger moving against your clit?”

  “In circular strokes,” came my strained response. Looking down at my finger, I could picture Ty between my legs, his dark hair messy and his beard teasing my sensitive skin as his tongue drove me insane with need. I could even picture his hand delivering a stinging swat to my backside, and I was surprised by how much I craved that.

  “Touch yourself just like my tongue is going to be stroking you soon,” he commanded.

  “Touch yourself, too,” I pleaded. “Please come with me, Ty.”

  “I am, sweetheart,” he assured me. “My hand is wrapped around my dick, and I’m imagining it’s your hot mouth sliding up and down my shaft. You’re going to let me fuck your mouth, aren’t you?”

  I moaned, and the movement of my finger became more frenzied at Ty’s words.

  “Slow down, sweetheart,” he ground out, and I whimpered, torn between my desire to obey and my need to climax. “Reach up and pinch your nipple.”

  I moaned as I followed his order. “Keep your fingers moving slowly on your clit and pinch harder.”

  I cried out as the moment of pain turned to pleasure that shot straight to my core.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said on a moan.

  “Stroke your clit faster,” he commanded. “Keep playing with that nipple. Tug at it for me.”

  I m
oaned, my head dropping back as my body tightened.

  “Are you close?” Ty asked on a moan.

  “Yes, I’m almost there,” I barely managed to reply.

  “Stop touching yourself.” I whimpered with frustration at his demand, which seemed like a form of torture. “Do it.”

  I was breathing hard when I removed my hand from between my legs. “Please, Ty.”

  “You’re very good at this game,” he praised. “Touch yourself again. Come for me, Brook.”

  My fingers returned to my clit, stroking as I made mewling sounds of pleasure until I felt the first waves of my orgasm. “Oh, God! Oh, Ty!”

  “That’s right. Come for me, Brook. So, fucking perfect.” He groaned, and I knew he’d found his own release.

  The only sound was our labored breaths as we both recovered. I was still on my knees with one hand between my legs, staring down at my phone.

  “Hi,” Ty finally said in a, sleepy voice.

  I smiled at the way he’d gone from dominant to cute and sated so quickly.

  “Hi,” I replied, lying on my side and taking the phone off speaker. “I’ve never done that before.”

  “Glad I could be your first,” he murmured. “I’m pretty damn content. There’s only one thing missing.”

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “Having you in my arms,” he responded, and my heartbeat quickened. “I’d love to drift off to sleep with your head on my chest. I’d love to wake you up to fuck you until you scream for me again.”

  I moaned. “You are really making me regret letting you leave earlier tonight. As much as I hate to, I should probably let you go so I can get some sleep.”

  “Good night, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Promise to dream of me.”

  “I can guarantee I’ll dream of you after that,” I assured him.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Brook

  After my phone call with Ty, I slept better than I had in months and woke up with a smile on my face. I could only imagine how I’d feel when we really had sex. Our entire phone sex experience had been a real eye-opener for me. I’d always assumed I wanted things sweet and gentle in bed. Those were the types of books I read, but I had not been dreaming of romance and sweet seductions last night. Instead, I dreamt of spankings, bondage, and begging Ty to let me come. There was no denying it; Ty had awakened my kinky side.

  As soon as I got up, I ate and hurried off to look at rentals. I wasn’t expecting to find anything my first day, which is why I wasn’t disappointed when I ended up being unimpressed with the first five places. Two had kitchens smaller than my closet. One had neighbors who’d been having loud sex the entire time I looked at the place. I had no issue with sex, but if I can hear that much, the walls are too thin. The fourth would have been fine if not for the unidentified smell the owner said was all in my head. It seriously smelled like there was a body in the walls. The fifth place was a lovely duet I’d been considering filling out the application for. My decision to pass on that one had come when the leering owner had told me he owned the house next door and offered to lower the rent if I agreed to keep him company. Not wanting me to mistake his meaning, he’d explained some of the things he wanted to do. That was so not happening, and I might have slapped him had that not been on his list.

  Working mostly from home, I had a lot of freedom regarding where I lived. My requirement of a short-term lease limited me some because most places wanted at least a year. I would accept no longer than a nine month lease, but was hoping to find a place that would rent on a month-to-month basis.

  I wasn’t feeling very optimistic when I got to the last place of the day. It was a townhome in San Ramon, and it was definitely bigger than I needed with four bedrooms. Still, it met my requirement for a short-term lease. From the outside, the complex wasn’t much to look at, just a series of brown buildings with very little in the way of landscaping and limited guest parking.

  “Brook?” a woman inquired from behind me.

  I turned to find a woman about my age, dressed in khaki shorts and a green tank top. “That’s me,” I confirmed with a smile. “You must be Sherry. Thank you so much for meeting me at the last minute.”

  “No problem,” Sherry assured me. “You’re my first serious inquiry. Most people call me with the intention of convincing me to give them a long-term lease.”

  “Not me,” I assured her. “I’m looking for something temporary until my divorce goes through, which should be about six months from now. After that, I’d like to buy a place, so I don’t want to be locked into a lease. I’ll admit I was surprised you were offering such an unusual range.”

  Sherry’s ad mentioned a lease of six to eight months, and it had been very specific about her unwillingness to accept month-to-month renters or any lease longer than eight months.

  “I’m going to be out of the area for eight months,” Sherry explained. “The company I work for is relocating, and while I love my job, I’m not sure I want to stay with them if I have to move. I agreed to give the new location eight months before I make a decision.”

  “That seems like an odd number,” I remarked.

  “I’m a contract employee, and I’m fifteen months into a two year contract. I’ll start working in the San Diego office next month. They’d like me to stay on permanently, but I want to see how I like San Diego first. I’ve visited, but it’s a totally different thing to live in an area. If I decide to stay, I’d rather sell this place than deal with the hassle of long-term renters.”

  I nodded my understanding. “My stepson just got back from college in San Diego. He seemed to like it.”

  “But not enough to stay,” Sherry added.

  “True,” I agreed.

  “Here it is,” she said, and we walked to the top of the stairs. “There’s access from the garage around back, too,” she explained.

  After seeing Sherry’s townhome, I was in love, and I was hopeful she’d be happy in San Diego and consider selling the townhome to me after my divorce was final. If that happened, I’d only have to move once. I filled out a rental application and paid the fee for the credit check. We agreed to meet next week to fill out the lease and for Sherry to collect the deposit.

  I was so excited when I got home, I had to text Chelsea and Delaney.

  ME: I found a townhome today. It’s perfect for me, and I might even be able to buy it after my divorce is final.

  CHELS: OMG! That is great!

  DELANEY: Where is it?

  ME: San Ramon. Close to Blackhawk. I’m still cringing at the price, but that’s probably because I’m not used to paying rent.

  DELANEY: We should celebrate tonight.

  CHELS: I agree. You will be completely free of Rotten Rob soon, and moving out of his house is a huge deal.

  ME: I can’t tonight.

  CHELS: Don’t tell me you’re too tired after looking at houses all day. We’ll get you home early. We could even bring takeout to your house.

  DELANEY: You have a date with Chelsea’s brother, don’t you?

  I hesitated, not because I wasn’t sure this was a date so much as because I wasn’t used to being able to say I had a date. With a smile, I sent my response. I was definitely out of practice with all of this, but my friends were, too, so they wouldn’t judge me.

  ME: I do have a date with Ty. Are you sure this is okay with you, Chels?

  CHELS: Can I tease him about it?

  ME: He is your brother, so it seems fair that you tease him.

  CHELS: Then I’m good.

  ME: I guess I’d better get ready. Ty will be here soon.

  DELANEY: Have fun.

  CHELS: Not too much fun. This is your first date in more than a decade, so try to take it slow.

  DELANEY: Fine. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

  CHELS: Don’t do most of the stuff Delaney would do.

  I really loved my friends. They were a little crazy, but they always looked out for me. Looking at the time, I realized I had about
thirty minutes to get ready. There was no time to fuss with my hair or try on a dozen outfits and worry.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Ty

  I’d like to say I was completely sated after phone sex with Brook, but I spent the entire night dreaming of all the things I wanted to do to her, and it was a very long list. It’s not like I’d never had sex dreams about Brook. She’d starred in more than one of my nighttime fantasies over the years, but things seemed much more intense now, probably because I was going to make those dreams a reality very soon.

  I still couldn’t believe how well things had gone last night. I’d seriously considered holding back with Brook, not sure how she’d react if I told her some of the things I wanted to do. Knowing Brook didn’t have much experience with men, I’d considered working my way up to my kinkier fantasies, but now, I was glad I hadn’t gone with that plan. Brook had been a little nervous and shy about giving in to my demands, but it had been clear she’d loved every moment of it, which meant she’d definitely be open to trying those things.

  Brook greeted me at her front door with a warm smile. Dressed in dark jeans and a simple black blouse, she was gorgeous. Her hazel eyes had more gold in them tonight, and her brown hair was pulled back from her face.

  “You look beautiful,” I told her.

  “Thank you,” she replied. “I’m glad you’re in jeans, too. I was worried I’d need to change. There wasn’t much time to get ready when I got back from looking at rentals.”

  “This is perfect, sweetheart,” I assured her, leaning in to brush my lips across hers before taking her hand to lead her to my car.

  “Are you planning to tell me where we’re going?” she asked.

  “It’s a surprise,” I replied with a grin.

  “We’re not going to a deserted cabin in the woods, are we?” she asked.

  “We aren’t now that you’ve ruined the surprise.” I pretended to pout, which wasn’t easy when I was biting the inside of my lip to keep from laughing.

  “Poor Ty,” Brook crooned. “I guess you’ll have to wait to introduce me to your inner-slasher.”