Play Dirty

by Jessie K

  He checked his phone for the time. “We still have a bit before your ferry gets here, right?”

  She nodded.

  “What do you feel like doing next? I took you to the Escape Room, now it’s your turn to pick.” And please, God, pick him.

  Lynn hopped to her tiptoes, grabbed his face, and pulled him in for a hot kiss. Matthew bent her backwards slightly and claimed her mouth with his own. Their tongues danced together, speaking all the truths and desires they kept locked away and secret, begging one another for something more.

  She broke away, panting slightly.

  “Next, you invite me back to your place like a goddamn gentleman, and do every last thing you’ve been dreaming of doing to me all night.” She stared at him directly in the eye. “Every. Last. Thing. Twice.”

  Matthew groaned and pressed his hardness against her. “That’s a tall order, little girl. I hope you know what you are getting yourself into.”

  “I think I’m getting into the apartment of a really sexy guy who can’t stop undressing me with his eyes. I think I’m getting with a guy who wants to lick me until he’s covered in my orgasm. I think I’m getting you, with your legendarily huge cock, which hasn’t been able to contain itself in those tight pants since the moment our lips touched on stage.” She grabbed him again and squeezed. “Though I could be wrong.”

  “Fuck no.” Matthew kissed her again, this time holding on her to angelic face and fucking her mouth with his tongue. In a few short minutes, he was going to be doing the exact same thing to her swollen pussy. “I can never deny a lady’s request.”

  He grabbed her by the wrist and led her down into the subway. He thanked every star in the emptied sky he lived so close, because each ticking second that kept her clothes on was one second too many. He couldn’t keep his hands off her and she couldn’t keep hers off him. They barely broke apart to get their tickets out of their respective wallets and clawed at each other’s clothes as they struggled through the turnstile.

  Lynn picked an emptied car near the back and pushed Matthew into a seat. She straddled him and raised herself up to twirl her hair around her hand and over her shoulder. He pulled her into him, inhaling the scent of her perfume around her amazing tits.

  Every woman should have breasts like his Juliet. They were perfectly sized, big enough to fit his large hands around, small enough to be perky without a bra. Which, he noticed, she wasn’t wearing anymore.

  He had no idea when she had slipped it off and into her purse, but it made him harder.

  He shoved the fabric back and exposed a milky white breast. Her nipples were tiny and erect, like little candies on paper. She moaned and rocked into him as he bit down on her nipple. Each flick of his tongue wound her up tight and pulled sexy noises from her mouth.

  He took her breast in his mouth and sucked lightly, enjoying the taste of her soft skin, and she bent over him, enveloping them in a curtain of her hair.

  “There’s someone else in the car,” she whispered. He sucked again and she groaned.

  “Do you want me to stop?” He sucked again.

  “God no.”

  They slowed to a stop. Matthew tucked her breast back into her dress and slid her off of him. There was no masking the raging boner he had, and he had no plans to.

  Let the whole world see he was about to fuck this beautiful specimen of a woman until neither of them could walk.

  Lynn appeared to be in sexual agony. She kept trying to shove his hands up her dress as they walked. He promised it was only a block away, but it looked to be a lifetime. Matthew pinned her against a storefront brick wall and kissed her hard. He bit her bottom lip and squeezed her tight ass.

  “Half a block more, baby, and I promise I will relieve every bit of stress you have in this goddamn sexy body.”

  “Can we run?”

  Matthew picked her up over his shoulder and hauled her up the stairs to his walk-up. He fumbled with his keys, and took longer than necessary because he could smell her, smell her sex through her dress, and could barely keep himself still.

  He opened the door and set her down in the entryway. “It’s not much, but …”

  “I don’t care, just fuck me.” She jumped around his waist and kissed him.

  Matthew carried her into his room and laid her out on his bed. Thank God it was the day his maid came over, so his bed was made and reasonably clean. It was the best thing his grandmother ever did for him.

  “Let me undress you,” she begged.

  Matthew stood back and let her. She nearly ripped the buttons off his shirt and threw it to the other side of the room. As she worked his belt, she kissed down his chest, pausing to nibble on each of his nipples and slide her tongue between the ridges of his abs. His pants dropped to the ground and she stared as his freed cock sprang to life before her.

  “I don’t like wearing underwear.” He pulled her up but she tried to drop down to her knees. He smoothed her hair back over her ears. “Oh, no, my little Juliet. You suck me off and swallow me once I’m done fucking you. First, take off your dress.”

  The tigress reappeared as she slipped the straps off her shoulders and the dress pooled around her feet. All she left on was a pair of lacy boy shorts, and fuck did he love lacy boy shorts. Her tits looked even better in the dim light of his bedroom, illuminated only by the streetlamp outside.

  “Lie down,” he ordered.

  She walked backwards, slowly, with a sultry smolder. At his bed, she crawled on all fours to his pillows and turned to spread her legs. Just like his daydreams on the roof. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her forward with a jolt.

  He ripped her panties off and started at her ankles, kissing up her inner thigh and back down the other side.

  He paused at her pussy to blow gently and felt his cock leap as she moaned and writhed against the comforter.

  Matthew teased her more, licking her once before kissing her thighs, sucking her once before lavishing attention on her tits, letting a finger slip inside her as he made love to her sweet mouth. She was more than just putty in his hands; she was a ball of raw, desperate energy.

  He ran his hands under her ass and pulled her pussy straight to his mouth. He licked her slowly, savoring the smell of her. He loved on her clit and watched her contort herself on the sheets, panting and moaning, pulling at her hair.

  “Play with your nipples, Juliet,” Matthew commanded. “I want to see you tease yourself.”

  She obeyed like a good little girl, giving him a show that drove him wild. Every flick of his tongue brought her closer to the edge. He loved every minute of it, but was certain no man had ever touched her or loved her in this way before. Never had a girl been so responsive to his touch. All of a sudden, the appeal of virgins made sense.

  And then a thought struck him.

  “My Juliet.” He slid a finger into her pussy and slowly fucked her with it, watching her hips rise and fall in rhythm.

  “Yes?” She breathed.

  “Has a man ever touched you like this before?”

  She gasped again before shaking her head.

  “That’s a shame.” He inserted another finger and sucked down on her clit until her body finally gave him the treasure he’d been seeking. She rocked and shook under him, crying out his name as she came. He never stopped touching her until she shuddered under his tongue and panted on his bed.

  He slid a finger slowly down her tender flesh and grinned wickedly. “There will be many, many more of those.”

  Matthew propped a pillow under her ass and rolled a ribbed condom across his length. She watched with large, hungry eyes and it made him want to parade around first, letting her get a full look at his cock. Perhaps he was biased, but he thought it was fucking perfect so far as dicks go.

  He leveled himself to the bed so he slid right into her wetness. Lynn cried out as he pushed himself into her, pain and ecstasy carved into her face. She was so tight, the simple act of entering her threatened to send him over the edge. He steadied hi
mself and thrust slowly, lightly, so she could get used to the size of him filling and stretching her.

  “My Juliet.” He pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders and he used a finger to tease her clit. “Have you ever been fucked by a cock as large as mine?”

  She could only shake her head, she was so twisted from arousal. Her hair was a mess and her cheeks flushed pink. His Juliet was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

  “Have you ever been fucked by any cock?”

  She said nothing for a moment, biting down on her lip and letting her hips match his rhythm as he thrust faster into her, reveling in her warmth. Then she shook her head, once. He groaned and had to stop, resting his head against her calf. This was so wrong. So fucking wrong and right and amazing.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

  “Please don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Don’t ever stop.”

  It made him laugh. He ran his fingers down her thigh and asked, “What’s the matter, my Juliet?”

  “I want you so bad,” she whispered.

  “You have me in you right now.” He whispered back. He enunciated each word with a full thrust, where he pulled himself all the way out and then shoved his cock right back in. She cried out each time. “Do you like the way I fuck you?”

  Lynn nodded. He took her hand and placed it on her clit. She immediately played with herself, which was easily the hottest thing Matthew could ever watch while fucking a girl. He spread his legs a bit so he could have a bird’s eye view to his cock fucking her and her fingers rubbing herself.

  The familiar feeling of tingles through his balls grew dangerously close. He pulled out, dropped to his knees with her legs still over his shoulder, and licked her to another orgasm. She cried out louder this time, grinding her delicious pussy against his mouth and chin.

  He could smell and taste nothing but her.

  They snuggled on the pillows after, her kissing and tasting her sex on his lips, so she could come down gently from the back-to-back orgasms. As she moaned in delight at her own come on his mouth, she pulled on his cock with firm strokes.

  “I don’t want to give up just yet,” he warned. “I have plans to fuck you for a long time.”

  The devilish tigress returned. She crawled to her knees and arched her chest out, slowly rubbing her hands over her breasts.

  “I think I could easily get you hard again. I’m amazed you haven’t come already.”

  “You have no idea how hard it is not to right now.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, mesmerized by her sex. She ran her hands down her stomach and grazed across her pussy, and he began to tug on his cock. He needed to release.

  “Let me.” She pouted, hair falling across her face. She did this thing where she pressed her arms against the side of her breasts, causing them to swell forward in his face. The accent from earlier in the evening returned.

  “Remember, Mr. Rochester, I have a particularly grand fondness for bananas.”

  Matthew reached out and stroked her hair.

  “Is the lady certain she can handle such a banana?”

  That devilish look, fuck him. He propped himself up against his pillows and watched her slink down his body, kissing him everywhere she went. Lynn ran the flat of her tongue along the underside of his cock and took one long suck of his head. The intensity of her suction was so powerful his hips thrust into her mouth of their own accord.

  She grabbed his cock at the base and stroked him while she licked him like a lollipop, hard and long. While she twisted those perfectly plump lips around his shaft, she seduced him with her eyes, fucking him in two ways at once.

  Her mouth felt just as good as her pussy.

  And she wasn’t lying, she knew her way around a cock.

  He gave her minimal instruction, and she took everything he said without question, sucking and pumping his shaft with her soft hands.

  “You sure you can swallow?” Matthew grunted. His balls ached with the desire to blow his entire load. He wanted to cover her in it, but sending her home on the ferry covered in come seemed like a dick move.

  Lynn stopped what she was doing, looked him straight in the eye, and took his entirety in her mouth. When he felt himself hit the back of her throat, he lost all control. This wasn’t just some bullshit tiddlywinks orgasm.

  He felt like his body was going to completely empty out into her as he fucked her throat. Matthew grabbed the back of her head and forced her down as he thrust, listening to her gag and suck everything he had for her. She cupped his balls and squeezed, taking everything like a good little girl, until he thought his bones would liquefy and shoot out, too.

  Matthew collapsed back on his bed and panted. “Fuck, Lynn. Just … fuck.”

  “I told you.” She crawled up beside him, very proud of herself. “Your cock is amazing. I’ll do that any time.”

  He pulled her in close and kissed her gently, tasting himself this time, mingled with the lingering taste of her own cum. It was a dizzying concoction. Between her bare tits pressed against him and the sensual way she worked her tongue, he was starting to grow hard again.

  “You,” he grinned against her neck and gently bit it. “You are unbelievable. I don’t even think you’re real.”

  He felt her smile widely. She curled into him and ran her hands across his chest. “Me? I’m just trying to keep up with you.”

  He silenced her with kisses across her collar bone and down the narrow valley of her chest. She leaned backward, giving him her breast to lick. He loved the feel of her nipple in his mouth, the way it pebbled under his hot breath and how her whole body rolled under his control.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and spun them over so she was under him.

  Starting with her lips, he worked his way back down her body, back down to the little treasure chest waiting for him between her legs. He’d always enjoyed going down on a girl because of how they writhed and twisted under his touch, but Lynn’s beautiful pussy was something he didn’t think he could ever get enough of.

  Matthew had slept with more than enough girls to know each one was just a little bit different—different sizes, shapes, thicknesses, smells, and tastes. Lynn’s pussy may as well have been crafted just for him.

  The delicate way her lips parted, the swell of her clit, and the way every brush of his tongue sent her moaning, made him want to do this all day, every day.

  He was down to her feet, coming back up her thighs, and she was begging, pleading with him to relieve her tension. What a greedy little Juliet. He’d already made her come twice, and she couldn’t get enough. Of course she couldn’t.

  No other asshole had ever pleasured her the way he did, no one ever loved on her clit, slipped fingers inside her to tickle her g-spot until she saw stars.

  No one else had licked and nibbled across her ridges and valleys; treating them like a melting popsicle, ready to catch every drop.

  Was it really possible no man had ever been inside of her?

  He was the lord commander of her pussy and he was going to claim it in the name of his cock. He wanted to ruin her for everyone else, make it impossible to ever have another orgasm unless it was him between her legs, making her scream his name into the early morning hours.

  “Tell me you like it,” he said against her clit. She seemed to like the vibrations. “Tell me how good it feels.”

  She panted. “It feels … amazing.”

  “How amazing?” he gently encouraged. “We’ll play a game. You tell me, and if I find it acceptable, I’ll lick you again.”

  Lynn groaned. “I feel so silly.”

  He half-licked her, and she rolled under him, frustrated. “Try.”

  “Okay.” She covered her face. It was so goddamn cute. “It feels like … like you’re lighting my body on fire. But a good fire.”

  He licked her across the length of her cunt, long and slow. She shivered. “Good girl. What else?”

  “Like my whole body is going to explode. Every time you stop touchi
ng me, I think I might die a little.”

  Another long, slow lick. This time, she cried out. He tsk’d against her. “I don’t want my Juliet to die.”

  “It’s like I need you to live. I need you to lick me forever.”

  “It would be my pleasure,” he growled. In less than two seconds, she was screaming his name.

  PART ONE

  chapter six

  Happiness, Matthew decided, was being tangled up with Lynn under his rumpled sheets, feeling her breathe against him. It was the smell of her shampoo, the silky softness of her skin, and the tingles under the pads of her fingers as she stroked the light hair on his chest.

  This girl should not make him want to stay here forever, but she had an inexplicable charm that captivated him. Sex with her wasn’t just an event, it was the whole goddamn tournament. She turned something carnal into something life changing. It was terrifying and incredible.

  “Do you work your tongue magic on tons of girls?” Lynn asked, lazily drawing patterns on his chest. “Did they help perfect your technique?”

  Matthew grunted out a short laugh. “That’s kind of an awkward question.”

  “Is it?” She pursed her lips and wrinkled her forehead, like she didn’t much care. “Oh well. You can ask me the same about my fellatio skills. It’s okay.”

  “I don’t know that I want to hear all about you cramming another guy’s dick down your throat. I like to pretend I’m the only one who’s been there.”

  “Hmm.”

  He ran his fingers along her back and she nestled into him. “Yes, I would say practice makes perfect. But every girl is a little different, so you learn to modify your technique based on that, I guess.”

  “What’s my pussy like?”

  His cock jumped a bit at the naughty word coming from her mouth. She definitely noticed. “Perfect.”

  Lynn rolled her eyes and nudged him. “Yeah, right. You can’t just give me weird, inaccurate compliments to avoid answering questions you don’t like.”