Getting Dirty
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“Sorry about that. Not the greatest neighborhood.”
“No biggie,” she says absently, looking around the place.
I’m not a pig, so the apartment is fairly clean, though if I’d had any clue she would be coming home with me tonight, I would have made the bed and washed my cereal bowl. It’s small, the family room only large enough for my leather couch and a coffee table. It’s separated from the kitchen to the right by a short, wide island with two barstools on one end that serves as my table. The door to the left goes to my bedroom.
And that’s where Blaire heads without hesitating.
I follow and watch as she sets her bag down on the corner of my queen-sized bed and divests herself of her top. There’s a white lace bra underneath.
I move to her, smoothing my hands around her ribs and unhooking her bra. “Why were you never wearing a bra when you came into the library at night?”
She holds my gaze without flinching. “I wanted you to notice me. I always pulled it out my sleeve on my way from class to the library.”
I blow a laugh through my nose, then step back and skim her bra straps down her arms. I bring it to my face and inhale her warm vanilla as my eyes follow the perfect contours of her full, round breasts, tipped with perfect pink nipples that harden to pebbles under my scrutiny. “There wasn’t much chance I wasn’t going to notice you, Blaire. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. From the first moment I saw you, you’ve been the center of my every fantasy.”
She hooks her fingers under the hem of my shirt and strips it off me, then presses those incredible breasts against my chest. “I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my name, Caiden. That is my fantasy.”
My cock was already straining against my zipper and lengthening beyond the waistband of my jeans. At her words, I have to close my eyes and breathe to keep from coming in my pants again.
Her fingers work my button as I pull my shit together, and by the time she drags my zipper down, the rush in my groin has settled to something manageable. She presses my jeans and boxers down my hips and my cock springs free, like some wild beast freed from its cage. I kick off my Vans and shuck the jeans off as she shimmies out of her skirt and panties.
And then she’s on her knees in front of me. Her tongue slicks up my length from root to tip, then swirls around the head. I shudder and gently pull her away.
“If you really want to fuck, you better keep that mouth off my cock, because I’m already right on the edge of exploding.”
She smiles as she stands and crawls onto the bed.
I follow her up the bed, dropping kisses along her inner thigh on the way. And when I get to that hot, sweet pussy, I dive in. She’s shaved herself clean and her skin’s as soft as rose petals under my mouth. She’s already so fucking wet and I lap her up greedily, then eat deeper. She’s got her fists in my hair and she rolls her hips and spreads wider, giving me full access to every perfect inch of her. She grinds her hips against my mouth and moans and I’ve got her just on the edge. But then she pulls me up her body by the hair and kisses her juices off my mouth and tongue. She reaches into her bag and comes out with a condom.
“That’s not going to do it,” I say looking at the Trojan in her hand. They don’t make one that fits me. I reach into my drawer for the Durex XXLs I have the pharmacy order special. I sit back and roll the latex on, then look down at Blaire.
She’s got the look of a woman on the edge of ecstasy, dying for someone to push her over: hooded eyes, parted lips, arched back, and fists full of sheets.
I want to be the one to take her there, but if we do this, there’s no going back. I’m risking everything.
But I can’t deny it. I’m falling in love with everything that she is. If there’s ever been anyone worth the risk, it’s Blaire.
Chapter 11
Blaire
The lights are on. I’ve only had sex in the dark before. There’s something super hot about him watching as he kneels between my knees and fingers me. As if I wasn’t already soaked, I feel myself gush for him. I’m shivering and my nipples are pulled painfully tight, but it’s not from cold. I’m a thousand degrees under his perusal.
He withdraws the two fingers he had inside me and rubs my cum over the condom. He leans forward, supporting his weight with a hand next to my shoulder as he grabs his hard-on by the base with the other and positions himself at my opening. I feel the smooth, round head press against me and sparklers ignite in my belly as spread as wide as I can for him. This is really happening.
His ass tightens under my hands as he rolls his hips and presses harder. I feel an intense sense of stretching, but he doesn’t move deeper.
“You’re so tight,” he says, pulling back. “Please tell me you’ve done this before.”
The hot pulsation between my legs is suddenly rivaled by the rush of blood pulsing in my cheeks. “I have, but he was…a lot smaller.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He rolls on his back and pulls me to straddle him. “We’ll start here. You’re in control this way. If it hurts, we’ll stop.”
I’m not going to stop. No matter what.
He uses his fingers to spread my lips open. I take his dick in my hand and guide him to my opening. I hold him there as I lower myself slowly down. He’s holding his breath and lying perfectly still, waiting for me to let him in. He’s not far inside when I feel a sudden sharp sting. I whimper.
“Blaire?” he asks, concern threading with the throaty lust in his tone as he grasps my hips and lifts me off him.
“I’m okay,” I say, prying his fingers loose and pressing myself lower. I feel every inch of him, one at a time, as he sinks through my core and touches my soul. Once my ass is resting on his thighs I wait, feeling him inside me; how he stretches me. Fills me.
He holds still as I adjust to his firm pressure inside. “There’s not even a fucking word that describes this feeling, Blaire,” he groans.
As I start to gently rock my hips, he sucks his thumb then rubs it over my clit. He coordinates the circles of his thumb to the grinding of my hips, and I feel that hot electrical ache swell inside me.
“Don’t hold back,” I tell him when I realize he’s laying still, giving me total control. “You’re not going to hurt me. I want it harder.”
Caiden starts to move with me, grasping my hip and rolling his pelvis under mine, and I feel him even deeper. He increases the pressure of his thumb on my clit and I gasp.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, quickening my movements. “Harder.”
He hooks his knee over my legs and in one deft move has me on my back. I bring my knees up as high as I can and he drives himself into me to the hilt. I cry out as sparks skitter under my skin and hot pressure builds inside me like a volcano. With each thrust, my cries become louder and more animal, a sharp “Ah!” which turns into one long mewl when I lose all control. My spine arches and my mouth freezes in a silent scream as the volcano erupts and warmth explodes through my belly. My body turns suddenly liquid. Stars flash in my eyes.
I can’t move. I can barely breathe.
Caiden gives two more hard thrusts, then growls out loud and collapses on top of me. I feel his dick pulsing inside me and it sends shivers up my spine.
“I love your dick,” I pant into his chest before I think better of it.
He chuckles. “Watch out. You’re going to give it a big head.”
I squeeze his ass cheeks, pulling him tighter against me. “I want your dick to have a big head so you can fuck me again.”
He presses up and lifts his weight off of me, looking down into my eyes. “Be careful. You’re bound to get your wish.”
I run a hand over my boob and pluck at my nipple. “Good.”
“Fuck me,” he groans, then pulls out of me.
I sit up and watch him peel the condom off.
There’s concern in his eyes when they meet mine again. “There’s some blood here. Are you sure you’re okay?”
As I say it, my stomach rumbles.
He’s just reaching for another condom and a smile ticks up one side of his mouth. He scoops me off the mattress and carries me to the kitchen. “I need to feed you first.”
He sets my naked ass on the island with the barstools and opens the fridge, peering in.
“Leftover pepperoni pizza?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder at me. When I shake my head he pulls a Chinese takeout box off the shelf and opens it. “Chicken chow mein?”
“No thanks.”
He puts it back and yanks open the freezer. “Chocolate ice cream?”
I smile. “Yes, please.”
He grabs the container and pulls a spoon from the drawer next to the sink on his way back to me. He dips the spoon into the container and holds a large bite of ice cream to my mouth. I open and suck some off the end.
He eats the rest in one bite then dips the spoon into the container again. “We’re going to have to be careful at school,” he says, holding another bite up for me.
“I know.” I suck some off the spoon and a dribble of chocolate escapes my mouth and falls on my chest.
He licks it off, then dips his finger into the container and finger paints more ice cream onto my nipples, before licking me again. He carves out another large bite and holds it to my mouth.
I take some off the spoon and brush it down his chest, then lick it off.
He drops his head back and groans.
I paint more ice cream onto his thickening dick, then slide off the counter and lick him. He stiffens to a hard rod as I suck him deeper, his fingers twisting into my hair.
“Christ, Blaire,” he says, lifting me by the shoulders. “You never run out of ways to blow my fucking mind.”
He turns me and I brace my elbows on the counter and arch my back as he wedges himself between my legs. This time, when he takes me from behind, he glides right into my wet heat like a knife through melting butter. He starts slow, but when I start rocking my weight back as he thrusts, he takes my cue and grasps my hips, pounding himself into me to the hilt.
He’s not wearing protection, and there’s a second that I think about saying something, but he reaches around and finds my clit, and I forget everything but what he’s making me feel. His fingertips stroke to the rhythm of our slapping skin, faster and deeper each time he drives himself into me, and it’s only seconds later that I’m screaming. He goes longer, and the sensation in my belly is firecrackers when you light the pack. Pop! Pop! Pop! One after the other. I come at least five times in thirty seconds and it feels like my whole body seizes.
I sag against the counter when my legs refuse to hold me anymore. He pulls out and lifts me into his arms, carrying me back to his bed. He lays me across it and retrieves a condom, sheathing his rock-hard dick.
I scoot over to make room as he climbs in next to me, then pull him on top of me. “Fuck me more,” I whisper.
He gazes down at me for several beats of my racing heart, then gives me what I want. We kiss and fuck and it’s slow and intense and lazy and crazy and even though he’s not going hard, it reaches deeper into me than anything ever has, pulling at my heart and drawing emotions out of it that I never knew were there.
He kisses my temple and that’s when I realize I’m crying.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers in my ear.
I come twice more before he does, but I don’t scream. It feels more like doors of a dusty attic being blown open by the first breeze of spring, just a whoosh through my body that leaves everything clean and new.
And that’s when I realize.
I’m falling in love with Caiden.
“Can you stay?” he asks softly into my hair. “I can’t imagine anything that could make this better except waking up in the morning with you here.”
“Yeah, I can stay.” There have been a few times I’ve stayed at Zoey’s after we’d been out partying, and Mom and Dad never even missed me.
Caiden gets up and goes to the bathroom. He’s back a few minutes later. I slide over and he climbs into the bed next to me. We kiss and touch and I forget the world and just live in Caiden. I wrap myself around him and he tangles his legs into mine.
And that’s exactly where we are when I wake up to the pink of morning light.
A new day. A new life.
One where someone wants me for more than just a few minutes. One where the person whose life I’m tangled into chose to be here.
Chapter 12
Caiden
Blaire’s eyes are alight when she finds me in the library after her presentation. Her whole face glows the same way it does when she’s performing her poetry at Tino’s. She splays her hands on the counter and leans toward me. “Kiss me,” she whispers.
I flash a glance at the room to double check that we’re alone and, Christ¸ do I want to do as I’m told. I feel her draw like a magnet. But instead I pull a shaky breath. “How was your presentation?”
“Amazing.” A wicked smile curves her lips. “We can celebrate properly when you’re through here.”
The way I’m feeling, like I’m going to break into fucking song or something at any second, I wish with every fiber of my being Friday had been her eighteenth instead of her seventeenth. I don’t want to hide what we have. I want to take her places. I want to spend all my time with her, both in bed and out of it. “Tell me about all this ‘amazing,’” I say to keep us in the present because, looking into her eyes, I feel myself being pulled back to the bliss of waking with her in my arms Saturday morning.
A grin breaks over her face. “I wrote it as a poem and slammed it. It was epic.”
I laugh and give my head a shake. “You seriously did, didn’t you?” She never stops surprising me.
“You bet your sweet ass.”
At her mention of my ass, I can’t stop myself from taking another look around the room to be sure it’s empty. “I’m sure that was a first for Dr. Duncan. What did he say?”
Her grin widens. “That it was brilliant and the other students should take note of my ingenuity.”
I get lost in her darkening whiskey eyes. “You’re fucking incredible.”
“I am,” she says, and God, I want to kiss her.
Instead, I back away a step. “So, you’re done with classes?”
She gives me a funny look. “I’ve got three more weeks before graduation.”
Right. I’m choosing not to think about the fact she’s still in high school. “But you’re done here at Sierra. Berkeley bound next term.”
As I say it, a dark surge of jealousy rises in my chest and rakes talons across the deepest layers of my heart. Her smile fades as she nods and I know she heard it in my voice.
I turn and pull a file off my desk. It isn’t even mine—something the guy who had the shift before me left—but I pretend to be suddenly gripped by it. “You’ll be moving on to smarter graduate assistants, then.”
It’s only after it’s out of my mouth that I realize how cruel it sounded.
“Why would you even say that?” she asks before I can think of how to backpedal. The raw wound in her voice nearly kills me.
I haul a deep breath to settle the riot in my head, then lower the file, bringing my focus back to Blaire. As the chaos inside settles, I find the words that I really meant to say. “Because, this isn’t all there is for you, Blaire. I can feel it. This is all just an insignificant pit stop on your road to something so much bigger.”
She gives a quick look around the empty resource center before taking my hand and towing me past the tables and into the stacks. We’re three rows deep when she turns the corner and stops. “There’s nothing insignificant about you, Caiden.” Color rises to her face, but she doesn’t lower her gaze. “You are everything. I’m in love with you.”
I hang my head and lean back against the stacks for balance as the electric rush that crashes through my body threatens to take me to my knees.
She steps closer, pressing her body against mine.
My arms close around her.
We kiss. Then we kiss deeper. In my desperation to climb right into this incredible woman, I find myself lifting her off the ground.
She wraps her legs around my waist, hiking her skirt up to her hips in the process.
I turn us so her back is against the shelves and crush her between the books and my body, needing the full measure of her pressed against every inch of me. She kisses me so desperately I feel my soul rise up and blend with hers.
Her hand slips between us, working my fly. I make room for her, and when she has my cock out, I yank her underwear aside and bury myself inside her wet heat.
She digs her heels into my ass and I thrust against her, over and over, driving myself into her as deeply as humanly possible, trying to root myself there. I smother her cries and moans with my mouth, desperate not to let even that tiny bit of her escape me. I want all of her. She owns me and everything she is, is mine.
But the next second, she’s ripped out of my arms.
My heart thuds to a stop as my eyes snap to where Dr. Duncan clutches her in front of him tightly by both upper arms.
“What in the world…?” he asks, staring, wide-eyed over Blaire’s shoulder at my raging erection.
I pull myself together enough to fasten my jeans as I glance down at Blaire. Her face is ashen and her eyes glisten with moisture in the dim lighting as she smooths down her skirt.
The earth tilts, throwing me off balance. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“I’m sorry,” I hear myself say, but I’m not sure who I’m apologizing to and for what. Getting caught? The fact I let it go this far in the first place? Or for not standing up and defending it now?
“I want you off the premises, Mr. Brenner,” Dr. Duncan growls. “Now, before I call security.”
He manhandles Blaire around the corner of the stacks toward the elevator.