Dirty Trick

by Mickey Miller

  Feck, she even had on one of those visors, and even that looked sexy on her. Where the hell did she get that thing?

  I grinned, and looked to either side of the house. Even though we were outside, we were completely alone. Crystal was on her hands and knees, literally getting dirty.

  I couldn’t help myself. I reached my hand into my shorts and stroked myself. I loved the way her body moved and shifted when she was practically naked in those short denim things. And she wore flip flops, not a pair of those damn designer shoes that did nothing for me, other than the fact that they were fun to rip off.

  This was the Crystal I wanted. Sure, she could play up a show in public, dress to the nines in fancy outfits and stay in touch with the latest fashions, but the truth for me was I didn’t care about any of that. I wanted her just like this.

  With all the fury coursing through my blood right now, I didn’t just want her right now. I needed her like I needed my heart to pump.

  “Princess,” I croaked. Her eyes went wide when she spun around and saw me staring at her like a creep, with my hand down my shorts.

  “I didn’t know you were out here,” she responded, standing up.

  “I didn’t even realize you were a feckin’ farmer extraordinaire,” I quipped back, gesturing toward the nice little crop of two-week-old saplings she’d planted. “Tomatoes, eh?”

  “I needed something to do to let out the stress when I hated you,” she shrugged.

  I stepped toward her and we met on a grassy patch, nearly touching. I still had my hand down my shorts. “And what about when you stopped hating me?”

  She took her gloves off one at a time, all the while not losing my eye contact. I’d trained her well.

  She shrugged. “Then I needed something to do when I wasn’t fucking you.”

  I grinned, and for a moment my worries about my career melted away. Christ, I was the luckiest man on earth. She splayed her hand on my chest, and her touch lingered for a moment on the phoenix tattoo which was sketched across my skin. The tips of her fingers traveled slowly down my abs until they landed on the base of my cock. She gripped over my own hand and started stroking.

  “Ah feck, Princess,” I grunted.

  She kneeled before me, continuing to stroke me with her hand. “I’ll take things from here.”

  Crystal pulled my shorts down and licked around the v where my abs met my hips, teasing me with her tongue. There were so many things I wanted to tell her right now. Things that had been going through my mind that I needed her to know, but all my conscious thought dissolved when she slipped her wet mouth over my cock, taking the first couple of inches, then pulling up. She teased me by gracing just the head of my cock with her hot mouth. I closed my eyes and put my hands on my hips, loving the wet pop her lips made when she lost contact with my hard shaft.

  “Come on now, Princess,” I grinned. “Is that all you got?”

  I’d meant the words as a joke, but apparently to Crystal, me challenging her blowjob skills was no laughing matter, because with her next bop forward she took me deep in her throat and hummed, sending vibrations that started in my dick and reverberated through my entire body.

  All I could do was grunt and grip her shoulders as she impaled herself on my girth. She’d never taken me this deep. I wondered why she’d waited until now to show me the full scope of her talent. In any case, I couldn’t think of a fucking thing other than how fucking sexy she looked--and felt--with her damn nose pressed into my abdomen.

  When she pulled her head off my cock, she looked sexy as fuck with a little bit of my precum dribbling down her chin, gasping for air.

  “No idea how I just took that much of you,” she breathed.

  I gripped her neck and guided her stare toward me so I could see those starry blues. Maybe she was still fighting her feelings for her true nature, so I would break it down for her.

  “Because you are secretly the dirtiest southern debutante who has ever graced Easter Island with your presence. Except now, you’re secret’s out. But don’t worry, it’s safe with me. Now come on.”

  I tugged her up gently to her feet, and kissed the feck out of her and slipped my hand down her short shorts and between her legs. “Wet as a pacific hurricane already,” I observed, then brought my fingers out with her juices on them. “Take off the shorts,” I added.

  As she removed them, I sucked the juices off my fingers that I’d just stole from her. “Your pussy has that sweet southern flavor, I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you that.”

  She looked up from wiggling out of her shorts just in time to see me lick the last of her from my forefingers.

  She fluttered her eyelashes. “You have no shame, do you.”

  “Shame? I love the taste of my girl. Why would I be ashamed of that?”

  “I don’t know,” she shrugged, a little sheepishly.

  I stood there, fucking naked except for my damn running shoes. Crystal had no bottoms on, only wearing the earthy brown tank top with no bra. Her nipples revealed just how turned on she was in this moment, and my hard cock did the same to showcase my own horniness. I didn’t know if this was the right time, or place, but I needed to say the words.

  “Princess, I feckin’ love you,” I growled. I put my hand on the flesh of her hip and grabbed hold of it.

  “You...what?” Her eyes were wide with surprise.

  “You heard me. I love you. You’ve been mine since I laid eyes on you. And I’m not letting you go.”

  “Oh, my God, Connor,” she drawled in an accent that was notably more southern than she normally used. I wondered if she’d reciprocate my statement, but right now, I didn’t have time to worry about it. I’d sprung it on her in the middle of a fuck, and maybe she needed time to process.

  I reached my hands around her waist, palming her ass and bringing her into my body. My cock was still hard and it flopped against her thigh. “Just needed to get those words out. We can talk more about what they mean later. For right now, though, there’s something else important that needs to happen.”

  I picked her up by her thighs, and she let out a yelp. “Yes, do it,” she egged me on, which amused me because she had no idea what was going through my mind. I carried her several feet to a grassy patch nestled in between a couple of trees, and set her down.

  “Shirt. Off.” I commanded.

  She took it off, and I threw off my shoes and socks. I looked down at her from above as she lay on the earth with those glorious tits of hers out and ready to be held while I fucked her cunt senseless.

  “Please, fuck me already,” she murmured, and I kneeled on the grass to oblige her.

  I took her legs up to my shoulders and slapped her clit a few times with my cock so I could get it nice and wet with her juices. She moaned a little with each hit. Finally, I pushed inside her hot cunt, staring into her eyes as I did. I eased in at first, so accustomed to what she wanted. What her pussy needed. She placed her hands on my hips to guide me as I worked my way in.

  She was so wet it didn’t take long before I was pounding every inch of her womb, destroying that cute little slit with my cock. From the way she screamed, I knew she loved it too. I grabbed hold of her hair and pushed her legs further into her body, totally engrossed in her.

  I wanted everything about her, and I loved everything she did when we were in the act. The way she rocked her hips just so, in tune with my rhythm. How she gently held her hands on my sides while I slapped her legs with the full force of my hips. How she tightened her cute little cunt--whether it was voluntary or involuntary--around my girth while I pumped into her. And especially, how she cooed and whimpered in my ear. Something about her angelic little voice turned me into a madman, made me fuck her with a rapidity some people probably thought was insanity. Maybe it was insane how much I loved her cute little whimpers, shit.

  I wrapped my hands around her thick ass as I drove deep into her. Her pussy tightened and her delicate whimpers morphed into shrieks, signaling she was on the brink
of coming.

  “God, I love it when you howl like that. Fucking come. Come all over my cock, Princess.”

  I fucked her with every ounce of energy I had, and for better or worse, all the fucking rage that had welled up inside me, all the frustration, was channeled into how hard I fucked her. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and grunted and groaned as she came.

  “Yes, Connor, oh God I’m so tight right now.”

  I moved her legs off my shoulders, and her toes pointed straight up in the air. I gasped for air as I ransacked every inch of her wet cunt. Dipping my head down toward her neck, I licked and sucked her hard nipples, even using a bit of my teeth to give them a light bite.

  “Connor!” She shrieked. Her eyes were hazy with need.

  “What?” I grumbled as I continued to plow into her.

  She grabbed hold of my hair and pressed her cheek to mine before she whispered in my ear: “Harder.”

  Hearing Crystal’s throaty whisper put me over the edge. My orgasm built, and my cock twitched with the coming flood that was about to shoot into her.

  “Where should I come.”

  “Come on my tits,” she moaned, arching her body back. “I want to see how much you come.”

  I pulled out of her and kneeled by her side, stroking my length using her juices. She pressed her boobs together and focused her eyes on my cock as I shot rope after rope onto her chest.

  When I was done, she smiled. “That was a feckin’ lot,” she spoke in her best Irish accent.

  “You bring it out of me,” I added. As she lay propped up on her elbows, I reveled in how dirty this classy girl was once she was unleashed. I’d corrupted her, and now she was all mine.

  It was mid-afternoon, but it might as well have been night with the stars I was seeing. I stroked Crystal’s inner thigh as we lay in the grass, catching our breath.

  “Hey,” Crystal cooed, propping herself up on her elbow. She looked like one of those damn roman statues next to me, her body radiating from the orgasms we just had.

  “Hey yourself,” I imitated back. She scooted her body closer to mine, so that we were both on our sides, our legs draped over each other. I put a hand on her waist, and ran it back and forth from her ass up to her side, and back down again.

  “You said something pretty big back there, before we got started with that romp.”

  “I know. I meant it. I love you.”

  She swallowed.

  I stared at her for a second, searching her face for hints as to her hesitation. I gripped her chin, and brought her lips to mine for a kiss.

  We kissed like that for minutes, a notable delicateness present after how fiery the sex had been.

  Somewhere in the distance, I heard a pounding on the door of our cabana. I figured it would go away, but it didn’t.

  “I’m going to see who’s interrupting our session. You need anything?” I said as I stood up.

  “Maybe some water.”

  “You got it.”

  I grabbed my basketball shorts, which were in some odd part of our backyard, and threw them on.

  The pounding on the door was incessant. Who the fuck would it be? I’d mostly kept my distance from the locals this time, not like I had before when I’d lived here five years ago.

  I was grinning, still on my post-sex high, but when I opened the door my smile dropped right off my face.

  My old fling Marta stood there, a big smile on her face, her black hair hanging to her shoulders. At her side stood a little boy, probably four or five years old.

  “Hello Connor!” she spoke English with a heavy Islander accent. Her tone was cheery. Of course I recognized her. But that was another time. Another life.

  “Marta. Hi. Can I help you?”

  “You can.” She smirked in an almost triumphant manner, and to be honest it scared me.

  “With what?” I scrunched my face up.

  “This little boy is your son. About time you started acting like it.”

  16 - Crystal

  Connor just rocked my world, and I wasn’t even talking about the sex.

  Lying in his arms bathed in a post-coital glow, I felt as if I’d come home. I’d been holding tightly to those three-little-words, keeping them caged inside my chest and locked in my mind. Mostly because I didn’t want to scare him away by suddenly turning clingy. Not that I believed I would just because he said he loved me, but I worried. I still had no idea why Connor wanted me, or whether this fling would turn out to be anything more serious. There had been too many times I’d worried I would let it slip how I felt for him. That I would ruin what we were building because I’d fallen fast and hard for him. The fact that he let his heart tumble free first, hoping I would catch it, shocked me to the core.

  I wanted to cry. Not in sadness, but at how perfect it was. Connor loved me. I loved him. Maybe, I could believe that we could be a real couple once we returned to Chicago. I wasn’t sure what I would do about the no fraternizing policy at work, but love would conquer everything.

  I shouldn’t have been shocked. Once the surprise faded, I wasn’t surprised. Connor didn’t do anything in half measures. He fucked, cursed, drank with everything he was. There was no filter or barrier between his emotions and the realities of life. He embraced it, whether it was killing himself training or in the ring, or chasing me around the bedroom.

  Connor loves me.

  My mind latched onto those words, and only then did I realize a mistake I’d made.

  I hadn’t said it back.

  I groaned as I rolled onto the flattened grass, trying to figure out why I hadn’t told him how I felt earlier. I loved him. It scared me how much he meant to me. How deeply my Irish bad-ass had crawled past my barriers in such a short amount of time. Was I holding back because I didn’t want to make it seem as if I was jumping onto his declaration? I wanted him to know how much he meant to me. I wanted him to know I would be by his side. That I had his back in the truest way possible.

  Lord, I didn’t even want to think of the thoughts I’d had when those Zoreto douches yanked the rug out from beneath us. I hadn’t even called JW or Jeff yet to let them know that this whole contract possibility was all a ruse; a way for the suits to have an all-expenses paid vacation for two months on their company’s dime. They might give the winner of Connor’s tropical brawl a sponsorship, but it wouldn’t be near the nine-figure payday they’d tempted us with.

  Assholes. Connor had been crushed. I’d felt his pain. I couldn’t imagine what it was like having your dreams destroyed again. But, he’d bounced back from his injury. After he won against El Toro, the sponsorships would come calling. I would make sure of it.

  Somehow, I’d make it better. That’s what I did. Now that Connor’s career was in my capable hands, together we would make those Zoreto jerks eat dirt.

  A sudden flurry of noises, which sounded suspiciously like crying and shouting, filtered out from the hut. Whoever had been knocking on the door apparently was still with Connor. Why were they arguing? I sat up, straining to hear what the cause of the fighting was about. The sudden cry of a child jerked me upright, and I frowned. That was unexpected. Why was there a kid inside? Was something wrong with one of the locals?

  Sitting outside bare-ass naked probably wasn’t a good idea if there was a kid around. Cringing slightly at the cum that was drying on my chest, I used Connor’s shirt to clean it off. Then I pulled on my clothes while I mentally wished for a bra. The lazy days on the island had changed me, let me slip free of the fashionista shell I’d encased myself in, and got me closer to my farm-girl roots than I’d been in years.

  “What bullshite is this,” Connor yelled as I stepped into the hut.

  I allowed my eyes to adjust, blinking as I found Connor with his chest heaving and furious, glaring down at some dark-skinned, brown-haired girl. She was a waif of a thing next to him. A little boy clutched her hand in a chubby fist, and looked up at Connor as if he were some monster in the closet. His lower lip trembled, and I had a brief fla
sh of what I must have looked like the day I’d been told my father died. The boy held the same expression—as if his life had just ended.

  My heart went out to him. Connor was rough to tolerate as an adult on his best days. Though I loved him, I wasn’t blind to his faults and temper. In full rage, it was best to let him run around like a rampaging bull than try and get in his way.

  “Why are you doing this!” The woman was borderline weeping. Her chin quivered, and she sniffled softly. Even with her cheeks ruddy from crying, she was beautiful. I should, just as a girl, hate her on sight. But I tried not to. She was exotic and voluptuous, with long toned legs and a lush body flattered by a two-piece cropped top and flowing skirt that had a homespun quality to it. She reminded me of a gypsy or belly dancer with the softness of her tummy that did nothing to detract from her attractiveness.

  And I really didn’t like how she was looking at Connor. I wasn’t the jealous type. Or hadn’t been until now. Her watery stare was latched on him, looking at Connor as if he were breaking her heart, and in a way that was too intimate for me to handle.

  “What’s going on?” I hadn’t meant to step into this mess. I’d just meant to check to make sure everything was alright. Obviously, things weren’t, but that wasn’t what prompted me to press my palm between Connor’s shoulder blades. Pure feminine possessiveness demanded I lay my claim on my man.

  Connor was wired up, and twitchy. His body was keyed up, bursting with adrenaline. Soothingly, I ran my hand down his spine, quietly letting him know I had his back.

  Apparently, that was the wrong thing, because he flinched away from me, and the woman in the doorway shot venom-filled glares my way.

  “Who are you?” The woman snapped in a beautifully accented voice. Immediately I knew she was a local, if her swarthy, bronzed coloring hadn’t given it away.

  “It’s none of your business,” Connor snarled at the woman.

  I had to give her credit. She didn’t cower away from him. She planted her fist on one broad hip, and cocked it like a gun. “Yes, it is!”

  “Like shite it is!” Connor’s yell almost deafened me. The little boy flinched and pressed his tear-streaked face into her colorful skirt.