Play Dirty

by Jessie K

She blushed. “I thought of you.”

  She heard him shake his head. “No. I can fuck you until you see the heavens open up, but I had no hand in what I saw on stage tonight, Lynn. That was all you.”

  “I couldn’t have done it without you, though. You are such an incredible director, and how strongly you believe in me really helped me… I don’t know, channel what I needed to. You gave me the confidence I needed to be confident in myself, I guess.”

  “I am honored, but you are mistaken. Since the day I met you, I knew you were a force to be reckoned with. And I am so, so proud of how you’ve grown.”

  Lynn looked over her shoulder. “Are we alone?”

  “Completely. We’re the last two left in Verona.” He covered her hand with his. “You were fucking gorgeous up there tonight, Lynn. Like an Italian goddess.”

  She felt like exploding from happiness. It wasn’t the same sensation as when she and Matthew were pleasuring one another, the way he made her feel like bursting from arousal. But she felt just as fulfilled. She stood and lowered herself into Matthew’s lap, straddling him and hanging slightly off the stage. It made her almost feel like she was flying, tethered only by his grip.

  She ran her hands through his hair, those gorgeous dark curls she could never get enough of. He left a trail of kisses down her neck and whispered against her skin, telling her how proud her was of her, how amazing she was, how incredible she felt. Lynn pulled his head back by his hair and kissed him tenderly.

  “You know, in the Baz Luhrmann version, Romeo and Juliet have incredibly hot sex,” she whispered against his lips. “I noticed you didn’t have us do the same.”

  He ran his hands under her shirt and up her back. “I was not going to have Aidan Nelson touch you intimately, stage or otherwise. Him or anyone else.” He kissed her jaw. “This is reserved for me, no one else.”

  “That’s very territorial of you,” she teased.

  He unhooked her bra and she helped him slip it through her tank top. His warm mouth took her nipples in his mouth and sucked gently. Lynn rocked against his hips, moaning as she felt his hardness under her.

  “If it’s really that important to you, perhaps I can help you reenact the scene. You know, for closure.”

  She crossed her arms and pulled her shirt over her head, cool fingers of thrill caressing her as she sat exposed in her high school theater. “You’re such a good director.”

  Matthew gently turned them sideways, so she lay across the stage, and kissed his way down her stomach. He grasped the band of her yoga pants between his teeth and pulled them down past her pussy. A guttural moan escaped him when he found her bare instead of hidden in panties. Leaving her half-dressed, he spread her lips and dipped down to kiss her, his tongue parting her folds and tasting her center.

  “Oh, my sweet Romeo,” she purred, immediately on fire.

  “My sweet Juliet.” His voice was low and husky, making her immediately wet. He licked her once more and pulled her pants off entirely. Matthew threw them over his shoulder, helped her stand, and led her backstage to the small bed crammed in a corner, waiting for the next performance to serve as Romeo and Juliet’s wedding bed.

  Lynn pulled off his dark shirt and pressed her bare skin to his. He swept his hands under her legs and laid her out on the bed.

  “You are fucking gorgeous.” He dipped down to claim her breasts in his mouth as he unbuttoned his jeans and sent them to the floor with his boxers. He lay down beside her, caressing her as they kissed, with such tenderness it almost made Lynn cry.

  She rolled over top of him and grabbed hold of his cock, rubbing it against her wetness. He held her to him by the back of her head, their mouths agape in delight, barely able to kiss from the sheer ecstasy of pleasure. And then he thrust against her, slipping deep inside, and they cried out together.

  Matthew held tight to her, pushing himself upward, guiding her hips as she rode him. They said nothing, bodies speaking for them. Lynn dug her nails into his back, wanting to anchor herself to the moment and not lose herself completely to the ecstasy shooting through her. He bit her collarbone in response.

  He grabbed her hair and tilted her head back, exposing her neck, and sucked, pausing to leave a gentle nibble under his lips. Lynn leaned back so her breasts were in his face. He obliged her desires by taking one in his mouth and sucking it as he had her neck. Rocking against his cock on her clit and feeling her nipples in his mouth surrounded in her ecstasy. She felt herself quickly slipping from reality and towards a spiraling orgasm.

  “God, Matthew.” She whispered. “I just… I…”

  He left her breasts, grabbed her hair again, and forced her to look at him, their noses pressed together as she rubbed her cunt across his cock. He thrust upwards in such a way that she gasped loudly. “I love you, Lynn.”

  Chills doubled back across her skin and her head went light. “Matthew…”

  He stilled her mouth with his own. “No, I love you. I love you more than any man should love a woman.” He stared into her eyes with intensity. Lynn felt the orgasm creep up her chest, seconds from sweeping her away. “Tell me you love me.”

  “OH, god.” Lynn gasped again as the orgasm started, slow at first, and then ripping through her. “Oh, god, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

  “Forever.” He promised.

  Lynn nodded, unable to speak. She wrapped her arms around his neck as the orgasm crested through her, and he immediately followed, crying out her name, and she knew. She knew right then, from that moment on, it was forever.

  PART TWO

  epilogue

  “You’re here!” Dana shrieked, clutching a wine cooler. She threw her arms around Lynn’s neck. “Our fair Juliet has finally graced us with her presence!”

  Lynn hugged her back and accepted a red plastic cup from Aidan. “Sorry I’m late! You know how parents are. Well, my parents.”

  “I’m so glad they were there to witness your killer performance!” Dana clinked glasses with her. “Now, Daddy Warbucks can never deny your talent ever again. If he tries to interfere with your inevitable takeover of Broadway, we’ll all have to kill him.”

  “It’s a deal.” Lynn smiled. She hated lying to Dana, but there was no way she was going to tell everyone she was late to the after party because she was busy fucking their director stupid on virtually every set piece on stage.

  Because they did. And god, it was so, so good.

  At the same time, she was exploding with the need to tell Dana what happened. Not just the sex, but… their confessions. His continued professions of love as he grunted and thrust into her. The way she felt like she would burst into a billion pieces every time he said those words, every time she repeated them.

  It was the most amazing night of her life, and she couldn’t share it. Not really.

  So, she accepted the compliments from everyone with a smile, drank her beer, and tried to remember the feeling over completeness during the production. She laughed at the inside jokes they’d all developed from spending entirely too much time together, and posed for a million selfies. She even joined Aidan in a ridiculous toast, thanking everyone for being so kickass and not trashing their dressing rooms while they were making out on stage.

  “I know you are all insanely jealous I get to make out with this hottie.” Aidan pointed to Lynn with his beer and threw an arm around her shoulders. “I mean, I’m insanely jealous of me. She’s hot, she’s talented, she makes you feel shit when you don’t want to.”

  Dana cheered from the kitchen and everyone laughed.

  “So, thanks for not slipping bleach into my water during tech week so you could take my spot.” Aidan raised his glass towards Matt Lewis. “And he’s not here, because of student-teacher relations or whatever, but a toast to Mr. Flint, who abused us in class with terrible acting exercises and still somehow made us put on the best fall production our school has seen in years.”

  “Hear hear!” Aria called out, lifting her wine bottle. “To
the hottest theater teacher in the state!”

  A few of the ensemble girls cheered loudly, and everyone laughed again. Even Lynn. They all raised their glasses. “To Mr. Flint!”

  “Now let’s get wasted!” Brad Smith yelled. More cheers.

  Lynn joined in, feeling happy and full. She followed Dana out to the back deck to join in a game of Theatrical Beer Pong. If a ball landed in a cup, the other team had to recite an obscure monologue from Our Town. It was an old favorite among the department.

  It was almost Lynn’s turn when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She slid it out and tried to keep her face straight. KIRK scrolled across the top, along with a very sexy picture of Chris Pine. Matthew had programmed his number during their weekend at his apartment, but she had altered it.

  “Kirk?” Aria looked over her shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. “Who’s that?”

  Lynn swallowed down her excitement and shrugged it off. “Old friend from theater camp. I’ll be right back.”

  “Mmhmm.” Aria rolled her eyes. Thankfully, Dana jumped in and pretended to fawn all over her performance as the nurse.

  Lynn hurried through the crammed house and out into the street, all but running. He never called her. Ever. Making sure no one was around first, she answered the phone, breathy and excited. “Well, hello.”

  The line was silent.

  “Um.” Lynn pulled it away from her ear to make sure the call was connected. “Hello?”

  A heavy sigh answered her. “There’s a problem.”

  Immediately, Lynn felt a pain crawl through her chest. She tried to breathe through it, but it settled into her stomach and she felt nauseous. Still, she kept her voice bright and cheery. “What problem.”

  Another heavy sigh. She could picture him tugging at his hair.

  “What problem?” Lynn asked.

  And then realization hit her, hard. “Wait… you can’t be talking about…? How? That’s impossible! Please tell me this is a joke, Matthew. This isn’t funny.”

  “I’m not being funny, Lynn.” Another heavy pause. “Someone knows.”

  Part Three

  PART THREE

  chapter one

  LYNN

  Cloudless skies, no homework, parents out of town for two whole days. The Strokes were playing for a local radio benefit and Dana’s brothers were definitely bringing beer to the bonfire that evening. It was Lynn’s perfect weekend.

  Perfect aside from the emotional blackmail that had the potential to ruin her whole world, all because she fucked her teacher. Matthew could lose his license and never work again, while her parents would bury her alive until she rose from the dead as a Staten Island zombie. She had zero interest in taking an extended stay at a “spa.”

  Lynn cranked up the volume on her headphones and kicked back harder on her foot bike to drown out the sound of her beating heart and throbbing anxiety. Opening night of Romeo and Juliet had gone from the best night of her life to the worst in the space of a two-minute phone call. This was not how her senior year—or final play season—was supposed to be.

  It all traced back to that afternoon in NYC, trembling over a stapled stack of papers on a massive stage, making out with a ruggedly hot older actor. Her intentions, while blatantly against Daddy Warbucks’ wishes, were entirely pure. All she wanted, all she dreamt of, was to set foot on a professional stage.

  Lynn claimed the stage. And then she went back to a stranger’s apartment and experienced the cataclysmic eruption of her sexual awakening.

  She let her guard and panties down around a bearded sex god who spoke foreign languages on her clit and taught her the real meaning of being intimate with someone. Not just someone, a man. She had always lusted after the older boys, dating two or three years older, and had always walked away unsatisfied. Her Tumblr feeds weren’t full of Glee stars, but of Chris Pine, Chris Evans, the Hemsworths, even the slinky style of Tom Hiddleston. Her tastes were more mature because she had always felt more mature. Dana could bring out her playful style, but Lynn had career aspirations, a life to start, and a lusty thirst for a man securely on the other side of puberty.

  Dana’s older brother and his friends always called her a tease, willing to flirt and maybe hike up her skirt or wear low-cut shirts, but never to follow through. Except that one time. Well, she didn’t want or need a penis to interfere with her dreams. Her mother let a dick, in all connotations of the word, ruin her life. Lynn wasn’t about to fall down the same rabbit hole, because Wonderland wasn’t exactly a fabulous place, no matter how goddamn big your house was.

  Her entire adolescence was a green-room wait before curtain. It made sense, then, that the bed she finally fell into belonged to someone eleven years her senior. He was more mature, he had aspirations and a career, a bank account in his own name. A dick he actually knew how to use.

  Fuck, did he ever know how to use it.

  With a simple note, someone came along to fuck it all up. Her gut instinct said Aria, with the way she fawned all over Matthew, or one of Aria’s asshole friends. It was hard to believe they’d actually been caught. Matthew always kept a respectable distance at school and they clung to the shadows backstage. Unless someone had caught him between her legs while she rehearsed the balcony scene…

  It would have been a janitor or another teacher. No one else would be there that late. But a teacher or staff member would go straight to the administration, wouldn’t they? Blackmailing a broke actor-turned-teacher wasn’t exactly the most effective way to get money.

  Lynn kicked harder. She just needed to meet him, get answers, and put the whole goddamn thing behind them, while taking his whole goddamn cock from behind. An afternoon of forgetting her name and the past three days was exactly what Dr. Lynn ordered.

  Dr. Lynn also, upon further consideration, decided it couldn’t be a staff member. She would be expelled by now if that were the case, and there was no rational explanation for them to keep this information quiet. Two years ago, the volleyball coach was ousted for sleeping with the team’s middle blocker only two days after the first time they fucked on campus. No one had seen her since. Lynn’s ass would be buried under her mother’s begonias right now if it was a staff member.

  Which meant it had to be another student.

  Lynn skid to a halt at the designated meeting place—a cozy outcropping of rocks in a relatively secluded area of a park long forgotten by everyone around it. She wanted to meet at his place, to make the fucking half of her plan more accessible, but he was worried someone might be watching him in Manhattan. A tingle slow-crawled up her spine. Lynn spun around to look over her shoulder. Empty.

  “Don’t be a fucking moron,” she muttered to herself.

  “You’re hardly a moron.”

  Lynn yelped and jumped right into Matthew. “Don’t do that!”

  “I’m sorry.” There were exactly zero apologies in his too-perfect grin. “I thought you saw me.”

  “Nope. I was too busy making sure no one stalked me to our meeting place so they can end our lives. You know, just the usual.”

  Matthew pulled her in for a tight hug and rested his chin in her hair. “If someone wanted to do that, they would have done it when my head was buried under your skirt. Or after that time I made you cry out, ‘O Matthew’ instead of ‘O Romeo’ while you were still wearing Juliet’s bedclothes.” He growled lightly.

  A twinge between her legs made her huff. “Yeah, yeah.”

  “Does this mean you won’t kiss me hello?”

  “Oh, I know a few places where you can kiss…”

  “That’s very naughty, Miss Viggiani.” Matthew squeezed her ass and nibbled her ear. “And in public!”

  She collapsed against his chest. “We’re so fucked, aren’t we?”

  “Well, no. Maybe. It’s a possibility.”

  “So. What happened?”

  “I found this in a bouquet of flowers while closing up the theater after you left. At first, I thought it was a joke, because the flowers were made out to m
e, and you know, who buys a guy flowers? But then I read the note.” He pulled a folded piece of paper from his shirt pocket and handed it to her. In neat print, it read:

  I know everything.

  Every curse word Lynn knew, heard, or thought, was a curse word poured out of her mouth. She swallowed hard and traced the letters with her finger. They were too curly to be a teacher’s writing. Or a guy’s handwriting. Fucking Aria.

  “Maybe it was a prank, since it was opening night?” She bit her lip and held her breath, begging the universe to just let it be a fucking prank. But he shook his head.

  “Those were not there before we, um, christened Juliet’s bed. I snuck a bouquet for you into the mix while the crew was organizing everything and wanted to surprise you with them later that night. I got a little … distracted … and forgot all about it until then.”

  “You got me flowers?” Lynn’s cheeks warmed. Her parents gave her flowers, and so did Dana, but this was her ... well, whatever he was. Matthew wasn’t her boyfriend, but he wasn’t just the guy she was fucking, either. Whatever his title or lack thereof might be, he meant the most to her, and no one who meant that much to her had ever bought her flowers. “I never got them.”

  He nodded. “They’re at my place. I didn’t want to draw attention on my way here. I was pretty proud of them, too. Huge. You’ll love them.” His smile was captivating. He had so many beautifully white, straight teeth, but they didn’t look predatory. They were perfectly squared in his beautiful face. “When I ran back to get them for you, I noticed an extra bouquet lying around with my name on it. It definitely wasn’t there before.”

  “Well, shit.”

  “Yeah.”

  Lynn leaned against a rock. Matthew joined her and she rested her head against his shoulder. “You are absolutely certain it can’t be anything else?”

  He ran a hand through his hair. “I really don’t think so. My life revolves around work right now because of rehearsals. My neighbor sent me a text this morning to ask if I’d died, because he hasn’t seen me in two weeks. I avoid all the bars in the area, so a parent or an asshole with a fake ID—“