Lowdown Dirty

by Holley Trent

  She giggled some more and closed her eyes. “Nah, not a Fiat. You wouldn’t be able to fit in a Fiat. Maybe a nice respectable Volvo.”

  He shut her door and she put her head against the window, grateful that it was there to prop her up.

  When he climbed up into the driver’s seat, she said, “Not that you’re completely respectable, I mean. You do a good job making the people who matter think you are, though. But you and I both know you’re a freak in the sheets. Lowdown dirty good ol’ boy.”

  Tim sighed but didn’t bother engaging her. That was fine with her. Nothing in her brain made sense anyway beyond the fact that it was sleepy-time and that Tim’s truck smelled like McDonald’s fries and dreams.

  The next thing Valerie saw was Tim’s head in front of her as he released her seatbelt.

  She rubbed her bleary eyes and fixed her gaze through the windshield, but it was too dark for her to make out anything distinguishable. She didn’t hear the ocean, so they couldn’t have been at the docks, but she did notice the slope they were parked on.

  She turned her head to the right and that’s when she saw the dim lights behind the windows in Tim’s house.

  “Ooh,” she said as he lifted her out. “That reminds me. I figured out a second way to fix your house. Don’t worry, it doesn’t require a wrecking ball or pack of matches.”

  Grunting, he put her over his shoulder and, with her bag in hand, carried her into his house.

  The sounds of the air conditioner and humming refrigerator met them at the kitchen door, and he didn’t put her down. He dropped the bag by the pantry, grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the refrigerator, and hauled her to his bedroom, kneading her ass as he went.

  “Opportunist,” she muttered.

  Not that she was all that indignant about it. Of the billions of people on the planet, there was probably only one she’d let squeeze her jiggly bits without asking, and he happened to be the broad-shouldered man she was slung over at the moment.

  He placed the bottles on the nightstand and set her on the bed.

  Without prelude, he bent and took off her shoes—heels, for once, because she hadn’t had a chance to change after her interview—and nudged up her skirt to access her stocking tops.

  He rolled them down slowly, kissing the insides of her thighs and knees as he did, and occasionally rolling his commanding Be still stare up at her.

  And she did, for the most part. Maybe her toes curled a little, but she sat commendably still, fisting his covers and grinding her teeth when he teased his nose against her panty-covered crotch.

  She put her head back and groaned. “You’re trying to kill me. Is that what it is? You’re going to kill me with a potent combination of sleep exhaustion and arousal. I have no idea what my grandmother could possibly put on my gravestone. Maybe, Here lies Valerie. She was a good girl who came too much.”

  She snorted again. Maybe she shouldn’t have had those drinks in the air in lieu of dinner. The interview had gone so well, and she wasn’t sure if that was worthy of celebration or skepticism. It was easier to just not think about outcomes at the moment.

  Tim unbuttoned her blouse and relieved her of her bra, wasting only a moment to tweak her aroused nipples and kiss her belly button. He divested her of her skirt next and laid it neatly over the back of the chair in the corner of the room.

  Then he rolled back the covers of the bed, canted his head toward them, and waited.

  Sighing, she got in.

  He handed her a water bottle and left the room.

  She guzzled the cool liquid, her eyelids falling heavily in between swallows, and listened to the soft sounds of light switches being flicked and Tim’s heavy footsteps on the wood floor as he moved throughout the house.

  She had no idea what he was up to, but there were always some certainties with Tim. He’d never hurt her. He might cause her more angst than a teen drama on the Freeform network, but he’d take care of her—not only in the way he saw fit but in the way she needed him to.

  It’d been too damn long since she’d let anyone take care of her.

  He returned to the room, hit the light, and moved through the darkness. She caught the movements of his body and made them out. Him removing his clothes. Him turning off his phone. Him moving to the other side of the bed and pulling back the covers.

  Before he lay down, he gave her hair bun a little flick.

  Fix that, he seemed to be saying.

  Oh.

  She pulled the few pins and the two elastics and dropped them onto the nightstand beside her water bottle. “Happy now?”

  No response, but by that point, she wasn’t really expecting one from him. She was happy with not having to hold up an end of a conversation. If they talked, they’d have to discuss heavy things, like, “Aren’t we broken up?” and she didn’t want to do that. She just wanted to touch him and be touched by him—be loved by him, for as long as he could stand her.

  He pulled her into his arms and nestled her against his hot, hard body.

  She drew in his familiar scent of sea and man and bussed her lips against his neck. Nothing else mattered at the moment. She was turned on, but so tired. Needy, but content. There were things she needed to consider, but that’s what mornings were for. One night in his arms wouldn’t change anything.

  Except that she might wake up loving him more.

  “Come back to bed,” came Tim’s tired, raspy voice when Valerie returned from the bathroom.

  She’d stubbed her toe twice and had bit down on her lip to try not to cry out, but obviously, Tim had woken anyway.

  “Come on back.”

  “It’s got to be noon, Tim.”

  “So what? You got somewhere to be?”

  “Well, no, but—”

  “Come back to bed, pretty girl.”

  Damn him.

  She climbed back in and took her former position in the nook against his body, but this time put her back to him.

  He draped his arm over her hip and idly swirled his fingertips along her bikini area.

  “We should get up and be responsible adults,” she said.

  “I’m being very responsible. My inclination right now is to tie you up and shove my cock into you, but I figured cuddling would be more of your speed for the time of day.”

  “You’re so considerate.”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  Out of spite, she wriggled her ass against him, which had the not-at-all-unexpected result of him wedging his dick between her cheeks.

  “I don’t really think you’re asking for that.” He lifted her arm and kissed the back of her wrist. “But I can certainly oblige you.”

  “Nah. I’m too tired. I only like that when I’m on top and control the angle.”

  “You wouldn’t trust me to make you feel good?”

  “I’m sure you’d figure it out eventually, but—”

  “Too often it’s felt bad for you.”

  “Yeah. It took a long time for me to learn what my limits were and to stop waiting for things that weren’t ever going to get better to improve.”

  “You didn’t have very good guidance in kink, did you?”

  “I really didn’t. I didn’t think there were mentors for that kind of thing—people who could tell me what was normal and what wasn’t. They were around, I just didn’t know how to find them.”

  “I know a few of those folks.”

  “Besides yourself, you mean.”

  He grunted and trailed his fingers down her belly, lingering barely an inch from her clit.

  “I hear your…ex-wife does, too.”

  “And who told you that?”

  “Word gets around.”

  “Frank?”

  “Okay. Yeah.” She laughed. “He seemed to think I’d be jealous if I ever saw the two of you together, and he wanted me to make sure I’d recognize who she was.”

  “Yeah, you’d probably get the wrong idea. Heidi and I don’t play much together. We got into kink separately but
at the same time. Neither of us knew the other was interested in it, and then one day…”

  “You ran into each other.”

  “Yep. Our interests don’t overlap much, but sometimes she’ll do a demonstration with me. It’ll seem like we’re more intimate than we actually are just because we know so much about each other.” He slipped his finger down to Valerie’s clit and gave it a light caress.

  She squirmed against his touch, but immediately self-corrected and stilled herself because she didn’t want him to stop, and she wanted him to do more.

  “Would you be jealous?” he whispered.

  “Having seen her, yes. I saw her when she picked up Kevin on Monday.”

  “She’d probably be flattered.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Mm-hmm.” He pressed more of his hand onto her sex and dipped a finger into her slit. “If she found out how spotty your training as a submissive was, she might volunteer to help put you through your paces, though she’s really more of a bossy switch than a submissive herself.”

  Valerie giggled. “That’s magnanimous of her.”

  “You don’t seem too freaked out.”

  “Should I be? I guess I should be.”

  “Well, there’ve been a few women in the past couple of years who couldn’t get past that. Not the kink part, but the lesbian ex-wife part. I guess they thought it might be contagious.”

  “Given the area, I could see why that would be the case.”

  “I really am trying to retire from it.” He added another finger to her slit and rocked them both in and out, making her clench hard around him and grip his wrist for restraint.

  “F-from what?” she gasped.

  “The scene.”

  “I tried that. Look where it got me.”

  “And I’m pleased you came out of retirement for me. Me not showing up at Clay’s anymore doesn’t mean I plan on giving it up completely. I’ll just be keeping all my performances private and for very small audiences.”

  She lifted her thigh to give him deeper access to her channel. Oh, God! “H-how small?” Her voice was coming out at a volume that could charitably be described as a whimper.

  “One person.”

  “Anyone I know?”

  “I’d say you know her pretty damn well.”

  He rolled her onto her belly and gently pulled one of her arms around to press against the small of her back, and then the other. “Do I need to tie you or are you gonna be still?” he whispered.

  She wriggled her fingers, pondering it. She wanted to be tied. Wanted to surrender control of her body to him and see how hot he got, but she also didn’t want to wait. “I’ll be still.”

  “Make sure you are, or I’ll start wondering if you really do need re-training. If you’re gonna do it, make sure you do it right.”

  And we don’t have time for “right.”

  “Hear me, pretty girl?”

  “Yes, Tim.”

  “Good.”

  He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass up, smacking it hard before backing off the bed.

  He opened the shallow closet, which she’d cursed up and down while working on the plans for his house, rooted inside, and held out a plug. “I don’t normally ask, but since you’re you and not some chick I don’t want to keep, how full do you want to be?”

  “Very.”

  “I like that word, but don’t go getting any wild ideas.”

  “Like what?”

  “Well, I’m not gonna volunteer any if you weren’t already thinking them.”

  “Do you mean, like, D.P.? Two men at once?”

  “You’ve done that?”

  She scoffed. “I think you over-estimate how much of a people- person I am. I can only please one person at a time, and usually, that person is a client at work.”

  Ugh, work.

  She grimaced.

  She’d managed to put thoughts of it aside, but they needed to have a talk about that. Specifically, about where she might end up. Things weren’t looking good for Shora.

  “Well, good. I strongly prefer there only being one exposed dick in a room I’m in.”

  “You’re old-school, Tim.”

  “Oh?” He drizzled lube between her cheeks and wriggled the tip of the plug against her tight hole. “So be it. If being unwilling to share makes me old school, I’ll gladly wear that badge and raise a middle finger to anyone who criticizes it. And on that subject, that night in my truck when you said there was someone you thought was even more attractive than me?”

  “Are you really going there?”

  “I’ve got the ego of a middle-aged man. Tell me.”

  He worked the plug in slowly, stopping at each bit of territory claimed, and holding her cheeks spread between the span of his long fingers.

  “Fuuuuck,” she whispered. Staying still was so hard when she was being breached in that way, and especially by someone else, but she wanted the rewards. She wanted him to be pleased, and gratifying him would make her all the more aroused. “I told you it was no one I knew personally. It’s not even a real person. Just a guy from a book I once read. He’d always been my ideal.”

  “Well, I can’t compete with a fantasy, so I’ll try to keep my pride in check. And you know, I’m on the fence now, looking at you like this.” He pressed the plug in as far as it could go and gave the base a little tap that made her breath catch and toes curl. “I want you to sit on my face while I play with that plug.”

  He held her down when she tried to get up to make his idea come to fruition.

  “But I also want to feel how tight your pussy is with that plug taking up so much space right next to it. I want to stare at it in your ass while I thrust in and out of you and wonder what it feels like to be in there.” He gave her ass another slap. “And I’m going to be in there.”

  “Yes, Tim.”

  She was stunned by just how much she wanted—no, craved—that sort of intimacy, but maybe she shouldn’t have been.

  It was Tim. She wouldn’t have wanted it from anyone else.

  Knowing just how irreplaceable he was made her chest ache.

  “Maybe not today, but I will. I will turn you out. You wouldn’t know which way was up and would be afraid to breathe for worrying you’d fall apart. You want that? You want to be fucked so good you can’t even remember your name for a little while?”

  “Only if it’s you.”

  “Fuck, I like that answer, pretty girl. I like it a lot.”

  At the crinkle of foil behind her, she looked over her shoulder at Tim applying a condom.

  She let out a ragged exhalation and her pussy clenched reflexively, anticipating his girth—the bit of pain that would give way to jaw-dropping pleasure.

  “I’ll let you sit on my face some other day,” he said. “I want to be in you. And I want to feel you bare soon. Do you hear me?”

  Swallowing hard, she nodded. “Yes, Tim.” She wasn’t sure if that was a commitment she wanted to make yet. She never did bareback. Plus, she knew what Tim’s end goal was. They wouldn’t be going from condoms to some other birth control. They’d likely be going from condoms to nothing, which surprisingly didn’t bother her as much as it should have.

  Pregnancy wasn’t what she was afraid of. She wanted to love that man up and give Tim those kids, but…there was still a chance she wasn’t going to be there. Unless she’d badly misjudged how that interview went, she wasn’t going to be there, and the thing that was “Valerie and Tim” had a ticking clock.

  He pressed the fat head of his cock against her entrance and wrapped a hand around her wrists. “You think you could trust me with other things than just your body, pretty girl?”

  Get out of my head, Tim.

  “Hmm?” He pressed slowly into her, increasing the squeeze of her wrists as he settled in, stretching her.

  “Oh, God.”

  “I asked you a question, pretty girl.”

  He was in as far as he could go, and that wasn’t all of him. If he thrust,
he’d start undoing her seams and she wouldn’t care anymore about being responsible. She’d be too concerning herself with trying to hold herself together long enough to come.

  “Can you trust me with other things?” he repeated.

  “I want to. So badly, Tim, you don’t even know.”

  “What would you give me?” He rocked his hips a bit as if to make a little more room for himself inside her.

  What wouldn’t she give him? He already had her heart. He’d have it even if she left.

  “Everything,” she said softly. “I would.”

  “That’s what I want.”

  But what do I get?

  He fixed his grip on her hips and pulled her up, closing the angle between her legs a bit and slipped slowly out of her, shifting the plug with each small movement. Her fingers gripped the air, teeth clenching, and the arches of her feet cramped. He was pulling her tight and she’d have no relief until he gave it to her.

  “You feel so fucking good, pretty girl. I’m so hard, you just don’t know what you do to me.”

  She could guess, but since she had no breath, she didn’t share the observation aloud.

  He worked himself back into her, swirling his hips and growling low in his chest.

  Take what you need, Tim.

  He slid one hand beneath her and pressed at her clit, pulling a ragged shout of her, and he didn’t stop.

  He stroked in and out of her faster, bumping the base of the plug every third or fourth thrust, and flicked at her nub.

  He pressed his palm up her spine, holding her steady with a gentle reminder and adding sensation to more place. It was almost too many. When he looped his fingers around her neck, she gave her head the slightest shake.

  He leaned and kissed the side of her face, and his hand retreated back to her hip. “Too much?”

  “I don’t want to go into that headspace today. I want to be present.” For the comedown.

  She didn’t want to forget anything, and she wanted to make sure he was satisfied because last time, she didn’t know.

  “You get whatever you want,” he said

  She grinned into the covers. “As long as you want to give it to me.”