Dirty Bastard

by Jessica Clare

  “Was kinda hopin’ you’d say that,” Knox murmurs. “Because I’ve been dreamin’ about it ever since that first night together.”

  Oh god, me too. “That so?”

  “Yup,” he says slowly, and leans in and nips at my lower lip. “Keep thinkin’ about how I didn’t get a chance to part those gorgeous thighs and put my head between them for hours.”

  “Didn’t you? I distinctly remember lots of licking.” I haven’t been able to think about much since.

  “Not for hours, though. Felt like we didn’t have enough time.” He rubs his nose against mine in a subtle little touch that melts me. “Next time I’m gonna take twice as long, because I love the way you taste.”

  “Well,” I breathe, curling my fingers against his hard abdomen. “You certainly know how to make a girl want to shuck her panties.”

  “You don’t even have to shuck ’em,” he tells me, and teases the waistband of my yoga pants. “I can get along just fine with you fully dressed.”

  His fingers brush against my belly and I practically squirm with need at that small touch. I can’t resist teasing him because I want that so badly. “I’m hearing a lot of talk and not seeing a lot of action.”

  Knox chuckles. “Bossy, bossy.” His hand dips into my clothes, pushing right into my panties. He finds my pussy instantly, fingertips brushing over the curls of my sex before he heads straight for pay dirt. He touches my clit and immediately begins to rub, watching my face to see my reaction.

  He’s definitely a man of action. All I had to do was hint that I’d like to be touched and two moments later, his hand’s in my pants. He makes a murmur of surprised pleasure as he slicks through my wetness, lubricating his fingers before moving them back over my clit again. “How is it possible you’re so wet already? You been thinkin’ about me touchin’ you all day?”

  I whimper, twining my arms around his neck. “Being pregnant . . . does have a tiny side effect,” I tell him.

  “Makes ya horny?” he guesses.

  “I guess that was obvious,” I say, then gasp as he circles my clit. I can’t help myself as I grind against his fingers, because it’s not going to take long for me to come at all. Kind of surprised I haven’t already spontaneously combusted just from his touch.

  “Well, that, and since I’m visitin’, I needed somethin’ to do at night while you were playin’ hard to get.” With every word, he drags his fingertips against the sides of my clit, making my body sing. “So I went to a bookstore and bought a book about pregnancy. Been readin’ it at night.”

  I dig my fingers into the loose waves of his thick hair. It’s just long enough that it tickles his collar and makes a girl want to run her fingers through it. Or claw it when he finger-bangs her, either one. “You’re reading a baby book? Why is that so sexy?” I have to admit, I’m touched. And super, super aroused.

  “Dunno, but if reading gets you this hot, I need to do it more often.” He drags his fingers back and forth, and I feel him brush one against the opening of my core. Oh god. A moment later, his thumb taps against my clit and he pumps into me with his finger.

  Unfair, unfair. It feels far too good too fast. I cry out and press my forehead against his, clinging to him as he begins to work my pussy hard, thrusting into me and using his thumb to tease my clit. I want to touch him and give him pleasure, but I’m so far gone that all I can do is hold on to him and rock my hips against his hand.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmurs as I ride his palm, lost in pleasure. “You come for me, and you come hard.”

  It’s too much for my overstimulated body. I come a moment later, just as he tells me to. It feels so amazingly good to ride the orgasm, to let it ripple over my body as he pumps his big fingers into me. I give a breathless little sigh as he stops, quivering. “That went by entirely too fast.”

  “I’ll say. I don’t know if I’m pleased or disappointed that I didn’t get to watch more.” He brushes his lips against mine, and I realize my face is still pressed up against his. I hope I didn’t make any unsexy expressions as I came, seeing as how I’m giving him a pore-close look at my O-face. “Guess I’m just gonna have to make you do all that again so I can get another look.”

  I squeeze my thighs around his hand, still settled between my legs, his finger deep inside me. “You’re not going to hear a protest from this girl.”

  Knox gives me another one of those meltingly perfect smiles and moves in to kiss me again. His beard rubs against my face, part ticklish and part abrasive, but I don’t care. I love the feel of it. I kiss him with all the enthusiasm I feel, and he groans, his hand surging up against my pussy again. I remember that he hasn’t come yet. That the last few minutes were all me. Kinda makes me want to stick my hand down his pants and give him the same reward.

  Actually, I should do just that.

  I wiggle my eyebrows at him and slide my hands down his chest, and then move to the waistband of his jeans. “Your turn.”

  “My turn?” He arches one dark brow at me. “Are we takin’ turns, then?”

  “Only seems fair to me. I’m all about equality.” I shift on his lap, rubbing up against his hand, which is still deliciously tormenting me. “You might have to move this, though.”

  “No deal,” he drawls, heat in his eyes. “Thinkin’ at this point that it’s my property.”

  I shiver at the thought of him owning my pussy. “I’m not saying you can’t play with it again later. Just let me do as I like and I’ll make it up to you.” And I stroke my hand up and down the hard length of him through his clothes and then undo the button of his jeans. “Unless you don’t like that sort of thing . . . ?”

  “Fuck. Not like it? You might as well ask if I like breathin’.”

  Pretending like it’s no big deal, I shrug and rub up and down against his cock again. “You tell me.”

  He leans in and kisses me hard, as if he’s going to miss out and wants to claim as much of me as he can before I’m taken away from him. I love that, and I moan against his mouth when his tongue strokes against mine and he gives my pussy one last firm finger thrust that makes me needy all over again. But then his hand is gone and I’m left feeling oddly bereft, even though it was my suggestion. Maybe next time I need to keep my mouth shut.

  The open button taunts me, though, and reminds me of all the fun we can have in an entirely different way. “Speaking of breathing,” I whisper. “Let’s give this part of you a little air, shall we?” I slide his zipper down carefully and then pull his jeans apart, exposing a dark triangle of boxer briefs. The material’s straining against his erection, and I make a little clucking noise at the sight. “He’s practically suffocating under here. I think he should come out and play.”

  “I think he agrees,” Knox tells me, nearly as breathless as I am.

  “Shall I do the honors?” When he nods, I tug the material down, exposing the thick length of his shaft. His skin is darker here, flushed with blood, and there’s a long vein that traces up the underside that’s just begging for my tongue to explore it. The head of his cock’s already glazed with a bit of pre-cum, telling me he’s not as controlled as he’s pretending to be.

  Of course, now that I have him exposed, I’m not entirely sure what to do with the elastic band of his briefs, which I’ve pulled down his length. Since he’s seated, there’s no room to drag the material down further, and if I let go, it’s going to choke his nuts. This isn’t quite the same as his sexy under-my-clothing fingering, because his clothing is a lot less stretchy than mine. “I should get up so you can take this off—”

  “Naw,” he murmurs, and reaches into his back pocket. A moment later, he pulls out a pocket knife and flips it open, exposing the blade. He puts it under the elastic and jerks, cutting the fabric with a quick motion. The material rips and he doesn’t stop until he’s torn his underwear off and tossed them aside.

  “Well
,” I murmur, a little surprised at the action, and a little amused. “There go all my plans for a Ghosts ’n’ Panties party later.”

  “I’ll just borrow yours if I need panties,” he tells me with a wicked grin, closing his knife and tossing it aside, too. “Of course, I might have to stop sniffin’ ’em first.”

  “You’re going to sniff my panties?”

  “Fuck yeah, you think you’re leavin’ here with ’em today? Hell no.” His grin is mischievous. “Those are all mine.”

  We’ll see about that. Maybe I’ll just distract him enough that he’ll forget all about panty snatching. With a little teasing look of my own, I grasp his cock and give the shaft a squeeze. “If we’re claiming things, I think I’m going to start here.”

  Knox’s eyes grow heavy-lidded. “It’s all yours, sweetheart. Just be good to it.”

  “Oh, I’ll be very, very good,” I murmur to him, then lean in and give the head a lick. I’ve thought about doing this ever since we parted that night. I didn’t get a chance to tease him with my mouth, and I’ve wondered how he would react. Is he one of those that gets grabby and starts shoving a girl’s head down, or is he one that prefers other things in bed? Every man is different, of course.

  But Knox only groans and caresses my cheek then strokes my arm, as if he needs to show me just how much he appreciates my efforts. That’s heady stuff and it makes me want to do more to him. I want to show him just how much I like him, how much touching him is so very appealing to me. I’ve never really minded touching a man in the past, but none has made me have such cravings as Knox has. I’ve daydreamed about what it’d be like to take him in my mouth and suck him until he loses control of his senses.

  “Have you ever had anyone tell you that you have a nice cock?” I murmur as I rub my lips against the head.

  “Never.”

  “Never? No one’s ever told you what a nice, thick shaft you have?” I give it another squeeze just to prove my point. “Or that it’s got a big fat head that’s just begging to be nibbled on?” I flick my tongue against it. “Or that there’s this little vein underneath that looks very, very sensitive?” I move lower and lick the vein, and then cup his balls in one hand. “Or that these are so nice and plump?”

  “Can’t say the boys in the locker room ever said such things,” he grits out, panting. It’s clear he loves my touch. His cock jerks in response every time I move, which is almost as exciting as touching him. Almost.

  “What about the women you’ve dated in the past?”

  “Can’t remember a thing about them other than they weren’t you, so they don’t matter.” And he gives me a look filled with such longing that it makes me quiver all over again. “Nobody mattered before you, and there ain’t gonna be anyone after you, Lexi.”

  I don’t respond to that, because what can I possibly say? It’s too soon for someone like me to make such a commitment. Commitment’s definitely not my strong suit. But I’m not going to let that ruin the moment. I just give him a sly smile and lean in to lick the head of his cock once more. We can talk about where this is going another day. Right now, I just want to enjoy what we’ve got right now. I drag my tongue over him again, and then take him in my mouth.

  The breath hisses out between his teeth and then Knox caresses my cheek again, burying his hand in my hair. “Fuck, you’re pretty like that.”

  I tighten my lips around him and then take him even deeper. I love the way he gives this masculine gasp, like he’s forgotten that air exists until this very moment. I need to hear that, over and over again. So I do my best to make him wild with desire, employing everything I know from past experience. My hand is tight around his shaft, and I work it slowly even as I use my lips and tongue to pleasure him. I hum a little as I move up and down on his shaft, until I hear that intake of breath again and taste a hint of salt in my mouth. He’s close.

  I kick things up a notch then. With my tongue, I work the underside of his shaft, alternating between that and sucking. I plunge deeper, taking him as far as I can until he’s butting up against the back of my throat. He encourages me with heated words and small touches to my face, even as his hips lift up, as if he wants to desperately fuck my face but won’t push me into it. That’s sweet, but I’m enjoying this as much as he is, and so I take his hand and put it on the back of my head, showing him that it’s all right to be as forceful with me as he wants. He groans when I do, and then begins to guide my head, pumping into my mouth until he comes with a hoarse shout of my name.

  I swallow his spend and drag my tongue over him as I lift my head, then give him a sly look. “You know you’re allowed to touch me, right? I won’t break.”

  His face is sweaty and flushed, his eyes heavy with his arousal as he pants. “Didn’t want you to feel like you were forced into anything.”

  “If I feel that way, you’ll know. Until then, I’m yours to play with just as much as you’re mine.”

  “That so?” he asks, breathless, and locks an arm around my waist, dragging me up against him. He holds me close even as he moves our bodies to the floor, and a moment later, he’s on top of me, and his hand is going back into my pants. “You want to do some ghost huntin’ now or you want to hand over these panties?”

  “I think we’ve scared away any ghosts that might be here,” I murmur, my arms going around his neck. “They’re scandalized by me deep-throating that hammer of yours.”

  He snorts and a moment later, I feel his fingers brushing over my folds again. “If they’re scandalized by that, they ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

  “Oh?” I ask, breathless. I can’t believe how aroused I am again already. Giving him a blow job was exciting, but I’ve never been this turned on in the past. Guess I really haven’t seen anything yet.

  I can’t wait for him to show me.

  Chapter 12

  Lexi

  Sometime in the early hours of the morning, I’m roused from an exhausted sleep cuddled against Knox’s chest. What woke me up? I hear something a moment later, a muffled thumping sound. I freeze in bed, my heart pounding. Is it . . . ghosts? Is there a haunting here after all?

  Knox rubs my naked ass with one big hand under the blankets. “S’your phone, sweetheart. Don’t be scared.”

  Oh. Jesus. I exhale slowly and sit up in bed, looking around. “I knew that.”

  “Sure you did,” he says with a yawn, and tries to pull me back down against him. “Ignore it and it’ll stop.”

  I lean in and tease his nipple, just to make him groan. “Be right back.” I slide out of bed, not caring that I’m naked, and start digging around in the strewn clothing and bedding to figure out where my phone is. We’ve pretty much demolished this room after another round or two (or three) of sex. I find a sock hanging off the flat-screen TV, and my phone’s in the ice bucket, under Knox’s T-shirt. I have no idea how either one got there, but that answers why there was a weird thumping. With it tucked against my chest, I crawl back into bed and let Knox pull me back against him. He tangles his legs with mine and his hand goes back to my hip, as if he just wants to touch me while he sleeps.

  I tilt my phone away from his face so I don’t blind him with the screen and click on the text messages. It’s Natalie, and she’s sent me a flood of texts.

  NAT: Hey! I know it’s late, but I can’t sleep and I’m peeling wallpaper at 3 in the morning.

  NAT: In case you’re asking WHY I am peeling wallpaper at 3 in the morning, let me tell you. I can’t sleep. This house is such a fixer-upper that it’s keeping me up at night.

  NAT: There is teal wallpaper in the bathroom and yellow countertops from the 70s. I’m going to let that sink in for a moment.

  NAT: I know it might not be the brightest idea to decide to remodel when we’re just starting out. I’m realizing that . . . now. But we couldn’t find anything we liked and Clay wanted the baby to have a home (aka not his trailer) and I was a
ll, “Hey, I can do that, no problem.”

  NAT: Next time I say it’s no problem, slap me in the face. I said this would be exciting. It’s not exciting.

  NAT: Well, the teal wallpaper isn’t exciting BUT the house is big and it’s fun to pick my own decor. But the bathroom wallpaper bothers me, so here I am in the middle of the night, peeling.

  NAT: Well in between peeling, I’m texting you like a madwoman.

  NAT: Which brings me to my question of how come you haven’t moved into my guest house yet?

  NAT: It’s set up to be the perfect sort of apartment, you know. And rent free!

  NAT: Not that you’re a charity case!

  NAT: But like, I know your yoga business has been in the toilet back at Luka.

  NAT: And I know San Antonio is a big relocation for you.

  NAT: But I’d hate for the place to sit empty and I’d love for you to be nearby . . .

  NAT: Just think about it, okay?

  NAT: Talk to you in the morning when you get this. Wallpaper is calling my name.

  Knox groans and buries his face against my hair, hiding his eyes. “Did she write you a fuckin’ book?”

  “Seems like it.” I click the screen off and toss my phone aside, then snuggle close to him again. His hand immediately goes to the curve of my ass and he squeezes it possessively. I breathe in his scent. He’s a little sweaty, but instead of it being a turnoff, I like the smell of his skin. I rub up against him and close my eyes, trying to go back to sleep. I can’t, though. Instead, I keep thinking about Nat’s one-way conversation on my cell phone. She’s offering me the guesthouse on her property.

  It’d be cheap. I’d pay her rent, of course, because I’m not a freeloader, but I could name my price. Nat likes to take care of people. I’d be in San Antonio, where Knox lives. Best of all, I’d be away from Keith. He could leave me the fuck alone for once. It’d be a fresh start in what has felt increasingly like a stale dead end. As a place to live, Luka sucks. The only person that I liked that was there was Natalie, and she’s moved away. There’s nothing holding me back, in theory.