Dirty Playboy

by Wolf, Alex

  She rolls her hips into me when my mouth meets her ear, and groans out, “I-I don’t know.”

  “Are you a virgin?” The words come out before I can stop them. I don’t know if I want to know the answer.

  She shakes her head lightly. “No, I was with one man, a long time ago.”

  Rage courses through me at the thought of another man being inside her, but there’s no way he treated her the way I will, will make her feel as good as I’m about to.

  I cup her face with my palms and say, “We’ll go slow.”

  She nods against my hands.

  “I will take care of you. You’ll be safe, okay? And we can stop any time you want.”

  She nods a little, and I scoop her up in my arms, bridal style, and carry her toward my bedroom. Her arms hook around my neck, and she buries her head in the crook of my shoulder. I think I might be in heaven right now.

  When we get there, I cringe at how messy it is, but Mary doesn’t seem to mind. I lay her down gently on my bed and kiss her again. Her hands roam my chest and back, and there’s no experience on earth like Mary pressed up against me, breathing heavily, writhing under me at every touch.

  I secretly log every single reaction, learning her body, so I know what she likes and doesn’t. She has on another midi-skirt, and I reach down for the hem, then pull it up to her waist, exposing her panties.

  Her hips grind, searching for my hand, like she needs to feel me against her. I take my time, kissing down her neck and across her collar bone as my hand slides down to the inside of her thigh.

  Mary’s thighs.

  Fuck, I’ve dreamed about what it’d feel like between them. They’re smooth, creamy, freshly shaven as the side of my hand brushes against her pussy over her panties. I reach my hand down them and squeeze.

  She’s so damn hot and wet it radiates against my skin. I might come in my pants instantaneously. She gasps at the sudden intrusion, and her hips grind back and forth. Her pussy is shaved bare, and I groan at how it feels against my hand. I can already smell her; know how she’ll taste before I’ve gone down on her.

  It brings out an animalistic instinct, thousands of years of evolution kicking in at once with this unbelievable urge to be inside her.

  I growl against her ear. “Did you do this for me?” I squeeze my hand tighter around her shaved pussy.

  She squirms a little when I grip her, then nods lightly, her eyes closed shut.

  Fucking hell, she knew she wanted to do this before we even went on the date. My eyes roam her body, savoring each second before I taste every inch of her, pull every lever to make her come undone in my bed.

  “You make me so fucking happy.”

  On a labored breath, she pants out, “Same.”

  I circle her clit with my thumb, and her eyes vault open. She lets out a little squeak and covers her mouth.

  “Oh my G…” She stops herself before finishing the exclamation.

  “Nobody has ever touched you here before?” I swirl her clit a little harder, and her hips lift a little off my bed.

  She shakes her head, unable to find any words.

  “That’s a fucking shame.”

  I slide down her, bypassing her tits, with only one thing on my mind. Burying my face between her legs. Once I’ve worked my way down, I pull her panties to the side and stare at her tight, pink pussy, glistening in the moonlight filtering through my window.

  It’s fucking perfect. She’s perfect.

  Mary looks up at me, and I see the apprehension on her face. It’s clear as day what’s happening; she’s never had a man go down on her before. I can feel the nerves in her body. Every muscle tightens at once, and her thighs squeeze together around my hand.

  I force her legs apart, and her eyes widen, then roll back in her head a little.

  As I start to dip down, her hands find my hair and her nails drag against my scalp. She stops me, holding me back from tasting her, and my eyes dart up to hers.

  “I-I’m not sure.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  She nods lightly.

  “Give me two seconds. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

  She nods again.

  I take my time, licking around her thighs, just to see how she reacts. She twists and turns, squirming a little, but doesn’t tell me to stop.

  The second my mouth makes contact with her clit, all the air sucks out of her lungs. Her hips arch up off the bed, pressing her harder against my lips.

  “Rick.” She groans a little when I suckle her clit a little harder, then she nods. “Don’t stop that.”

  I smile against her pussy. That’s all I needed to hear. She has no idea what she’s about to experience.

  I start slow, working lazy circles around her clit, lapping at her with the tip of my tongue.

  She groans, loud. Then through several pants, says, “Oh God. Please, don’t stop.”

  I love how vocal she is. How comfortable I must make her feel, to give me verbal feedback. My cock aches so fucking hard at the neediness in her voice, and at how sweet her pussy tastes on my tongue.

  I want to rip my pants off and fuck her so hard she can’t walk tomorrow, but I refrain. I want her to know I can get her off; make her feel something she’s never felt before. I want her to know my focus is completely on her, and I’ll worship her every day for the rest of our lives.

  Right when she’s on the edge of an orgasm, as I speed my tongue up around her clit, I stop and bring her back down. I lean up slightly and say, “Has a man ever made you come before?”

  She shakes her head back and forth vigorously, unable to find words. She props herself up on her elbows a little, so she can look down at me.

  The second she does, my eyes narrow on her. “Good. I’ll be the first.” I slide a finger in, hooking it to swirl the spot deep inside her.

  “Oh my…” she squeaks out the last word. Her eyes roll back into her head, then fall back to mine.

  “And the last.”

  Her entire body goes rigid and she squeezes so hard around my finger I think it might cut off my circulation. Everything is so natural with her. I anticipate everything she needs, like she’s an instrument I’ve already mastered.

  Slowly, I pump my finger in and out of her and she’s so tight and wet I can’t even think about what she’d feel like around my dick. I would die the greatest death of all time.

  Soon, she’s relaxed enough I add another finger and push into her with slow, deliberate strokes. I lean back down and slide my tongue as slow as possible across her clit.

  Goosebumps break out along the insides of her thighs. She’s so close; I can feel it building in her, all the tension, coiling like a spring. I can’t wait to feel her get off all over my mouth. Push her over the horizon, past all her limits, farther than she’s ever been before.

  The more I lick and finger her pussy, bite at her tender skin, smell her arousal—the urge to fuck her becomes nearly unmanageable. My cock is so fucking hard, like a wild animal, I rut into the sheets, dry-fucking my bed as hard as possible while I pump into her over and over. Her hands find my hair and her nails scratch and claw, like she can’t take much more of this. I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it. She’s in another world, her eyes closed, absorbing every tiny sensation.

  My tongue speeds up on her clit as her hips start to buck against my face.

  I pull her back one last time, breaking contact with her clit, but leaving my fingers deep inside her.

  Her eyes vault open and she glares right at me.

  “You ready?”

  She nods, furiously.

  I look into her eyes and push my fingers deep, lightly brushing her clit with my thumb.

  Her whole body constricts, and she shudders a little. “Please.” She draws out the word, basically begging for a release.

  “Not until my mouth is on you. I want to taste you while you get off.” I brush her clit again, just to watch her react.

  Her hands grip the sheets,
and she grimaces in the best way possible, nodding her head in agreement, doing everything she can to hold back.

  I dive back onto her, swirling my tongue around her in a few lazy circles then I latch onto her clit, and resume fucking her with my fingers.

  She finally loses all control, and I feel her entire body constrict.

  “Yes, Rick…” Her words trail off on a squeak and her hips buck up off the mattress, nearly knocking me backward.

  I recover and stay latched onto her the entire time, pushing my fingers in even farther and working that little spot deep inside her.

  I keep my eyes up on her, watching her react. It’s fucking amazing, and beautiful. She shudders multiple times, over and over as the orgasm rips through her limbs. Her hands fly out to each side clawing and scratching for anything she can find, then she balls my sheets up in her fists. Her chest heaves up and down as she fights to breathe.

  Just as the orgasm crests, I speed my tongue up even faster on her, pushing her even harder to see if I can get her to ride it out even longer. This first orgasm sets the precedent. I need it to be the most amazing thing she’s ever felt. I need her to know I can get her off repeatedly, on command.

  Something about the way she says my name when she comes, the way she reacts to my touch—it resonates deep inside me. I’ve never been so in tune with a woman in my life, and I’ve gone down on plenty. It’s one of my favorite things to do, but it’s never been anything like this.

  I fuck the sheets of my bed, dry-humping them even harder as I ride out the last few shudders, wanting nothing more than to put my cock inside her. I think about what it’d be like, to have her come this hard while I’m buried balls-deep in her. It’d be fucking mind-blowing. She would so let me too. Judging by the post-orgasm bliss I see written on her face, she’d let me rob her blind and thank me for it before I left.

  You could fuck her so easy right now. Pull these goddamn jeans off and get in there.

  I want to listen to my brain so damn bad, but my heart pulls me in another direction. I love this woman so much. It’s weird to say, but it’s true. It’s always been true.

  But, more than anything, I want her happy. I want her to know I have self-control, that I’m not just a slave to her body. I want our first time to be miraculous too, the best it can be. Something special for her to always remember, that can never be topped. An experience so beautiful and intense, it ruins her for any other man that would dare to fucking try. She deserves so much more than some cheap fuck in my dirty bedroom where I blow my load in thirty seconds.

  As I slide up to kiss her lips, her hands roam down to my jeans, and I grip her by the wrist before I even think about it.

  Her eyes widen, and I shake my head at her. “Not tonight.”

  She stares at me like I’m from another planet.

  One of her eyebrows quirks up. “What?”

  I kiss her again and push a sweaty strand of hair back behind her ear, then trail my finger down the side of her neck. Her head leans into my arm, and I can tell she’s totally spent. She’s two seconds from passing out after that orgasm.

  I congratulate myself in my mind.

  I lean down and whisper in her ear. “I want it to be perfect. You deserve perfect for our first time.”

  Her entire demeanor switches when I say that. I roll over to the side of her, but keep my arm wrapped around her midsection. I don’t ever want to let go. I never want her out of my fucking sight.

  I would fight for her. I would fucking die for her in an instant if I needed to. I want her to feel protected, safe at all times around me.

  I whisper one more time in her ear, “You’re not going anywhere, though. You’re staying right there, all night long.”

  I expect her to say something about how she has to go home, how it’s not right, how we’re not married, or some Christian shit like that.

  But she doesn’t.

  She nods sleepily, and says, “Okay.” Then she wiggles her ass against me to get comfortable, and there’s no way she can’t feel how hard my dick is, pressed up against her.

  I catch a quick smile on her face the second she does it. Then she grinds it against me one more time, and that time she did it on purpose.

  I want to thrust back against her, so she knows to stop tempting me, but I don’t.

  Instead, I dig my fingers into her hips to hold her still, and whisper, “Cut that shit out. It’s not nice.”

  She giggles a little. “Sorry. Not used to sleeping next to someone.”

  “Yeah, I bet that’s what it was.”

  Despite the raging set of blue balls I have coming, I smile, because I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier. The woman I love is finally in my arms, whether she loves me back or not.

  She will, soon enough. That’s a damn promise. I’m going to make Mary fall for me, then I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her. That’s exactly what’s going to happen. She might not know it now, but it has been decided.

  “Night, Mary.”

  She doesn’t respond, because she’s already asleep in my arms.

  Mary Patrick

  I wake up in Rick’s bed, and I want to be a little frightened, or for it to feel awkward, but it doesn’t. It’s perfect, like this is how my life is meant to be, and at the same time I cringe, like I’m doing something wrong, even though I’m not.

  My mind immediately goes straight back to the night before.

  Wow.

  I honestly didn’t even know my body could do that, not like that anyway. His mouth has magical powers, I’m convinced of it. It was so intense. He knew exactly how to touch me, which buttons to push. I squirm a little in his bed, thinking about it.

  Then, I realize I passed out in my clothes from our date, with my skirt still up around my waist. My hair must look ridiculous, and I have nothing to fix it with. Not that I’m self-conscious about my looks or anything, but I want to at least be presentable. He’ll probably run for the hills the second he sees me.

  Slowly, my eyes adjust to the light in the room, and I look around. I jolt in the bed the second my eyes lock on him. He’s sitting there, shirtless, in a chair, watching me sleep.

  For some reason the first word out of my mouth is, “Creep.” I start laughing the second I say it.

  He laughs too, and he’s like a little boy when he does it. In the moment, he’s perfect. I’ve never seen him look this way. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen that laugh. The look on his face says he has everything he’s ever wanted, and it’s because of me. There’s something intimate and special about it. And to my surprise, he doesn’t run for the hills when he sees me and my tangled web of hair. On the contrary, he looks like he can’t wait to kiss me again.

  But he doesn’t.

  He gestures toward the kitchen and says, “Come on, I made breakfast.”

  I stretch my arms up over my head like a cat and yawn, then slowly pull my skirt down and get out of his bed, even though I never want to leave it. As I approach, he stands up, and his palms meet my face. He kisses me again, much softer this time, and smiles against my lips.

  Oh no; morning breath. I wince while his lips press to mine, but at the same time I want to melt again.

  He doesn’t make so much as a face. His hand slips into mine, and he leads the way into the kitchen. It smells amazing, but I notice the Panera bag and Starbucks cups.

  I narrow my eyes on him. “Made me breakfast?”

  He laughs and says, “Indeed.”

  I grab the Starbucks cup with my name on it and take a long drink. The caffeine rushes through my bloodstream, and now, I’m fully awake. “You could’ve gotten coffee at Panera.”

  “No, I couldn’t.”

  “Why? I can’t imagine they ran out.”

  He snickers. “Because Panera bagels are your favorite for breakfast. But you always drink Starbucks. This is what you like, so this is what you get.”

  I really don’t think there’s anything he doesn’t know about me. He nails eve
ry single detail to perfection.

  I can’t think of a better morning than this. I want to do nothing but spend the whole day with him. How did my life turn this complete one-eighty in a matter of days? It’s surreal.

  One thing I do know is that I’m falling for him, the real him. Headfirst and fast. It feels so dangerous, but I’m sprinting right into it, driving on the wrong side of the highway. Surely, this will end messy, but right now, I don’t even care.

  He pulls out a couple of bagels and hazelnut cream cheese spread, and even when he makes my bagel for me, it looks sexy. I’ve never seen him without a shirt on, and he’s not bulky, but lean and cut, like an Olympic swimmer. His muscles ripple down his arms and chest. His abs are little puzzle pieces that disappear under his athletic shorts.

  My face heats up and my pulse quickens every time I look in his direction. He says things like I belong to him, or I’m his, but I feel that same possessive energy wafting over me right now. The man is mine, he belongs to me, that body, that voice, and I don’t want that to ever change. I want to put down roots and plant myself in his apartment. I wanted to be with him so bad last night, but at the same time, there was something incredibly sweet about how he wants to do everything right. Plus, the orgasm he gave me—yeah, I’ll never forget that.

  If I knew oral sex could be that good, I might’ve tried it out a little more during my college days. I quickly remember I’ve never stayed the night with a man before, and my cheeks go pink. He’s such a natural at this, and I feel clumsy and awkward.

  “What?” he asks without even looking at me.

  “Huh?”

  “You’re embarrassed.”

  I take another sip of coffee. “Am not.”

  “I have eyes, Mary. So, tell me something about you.”

  I glance up at his face over my cup, but not before raking my eyes over his torso. “Like what?”

  He shrugs. “I don’t know, what’s your favorite movie?”

  Without thinking, I say, “Pretty Woman.”

  His eyes narrow, skeptical. “Seriously?”

  I fake a glare back at him. “Yeah, why, is that a problem?”

  He laughs. “No, just took me by surprise a little. Why’s it your favorite?”