Dirty Girl

by Jenika Snow

  “You sure you’re going to be okay?” Ziggy grabbed his car keys off the counter, put his baseball cap over his short Mohawk, and stared at her.

  “I’m a big girl.” She smiled. “But, thank you for worrying. He’s friends with Cadeon and Stella, and in the MC, so I think I will be okay.”

  Ziggy nodded and pulled the cap down lower. “Okay, well, call me if you need anything.”

  “Okay, thanks.” She followed him out and was about to lock the door when she heard the rumble of a Harley pulling into the parking lot. Booshie came to a stop and cut the engine of his bike. God, he looked so good in his plain white t-shirt, leather cut, and dark jeans. His black boots looked like they could seriously kick the shit out of someone, and when he climbed off his bike and took off his helmet and sunglasses, she saw that he was wearing his ever present black bandana. Her heart started beating a little faster, and she swore she got wetter just from the sight of him. The way he walked toward her with this swagger that reeked of badass motherfucker, had her actually taking a step back from the intensity of it. He pulled the door open and stepped inside, and she actually checked him out like she was sizing him up for a suit.

  “Hey, baby.” He slipped his sunglasses inside of his cut and took a step toward her. He ran his gaze up and down her body, and she felt naked. “You’re looking good enough that I’m about ready to say fuck the tattoo and bend you over the counter.”

  Shit.

  He was filthy, and bad, and wanting her, if the erection pressing against his jeans was anything to go by. He took another step toward her, and another, and soon Naggie found herself pressed against the counter he’d mentioned bending her over. It had only been a few days since she saw him, but it felt like forever. This little voice inside of her head told her that this was becoming a physical “relationship”, even if they had only seen each other officially for two days. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and that worried her. That was how her relationship with Rob had gone, and look where she was now. She placed a hand on his chest, stopping him when he moved closer. He stilled instantly, but she could feel how fast and hard his heart was beating. It was the same frantic rhythm as hers.

  “I think this is fast.”

  The corner of his mouth lifted up, but he took a step back and lifted his hands in surrender. “Fair enough, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” Silence stretched between them, but instead of her arousal dimming the longer they stayed apart, it grew hotter.

  “I just want to try this with you—whatever this is. I know we have only really seen each other twice, but I don’t want to make this about sex.” Naggie thought maybe he’d get pissed. Most guys would by getting turned down. It wasn’t exactly like she was playing hard to get. She had slept with him on the first night of them actually talking outside of the shop. Sex ruined a lot of things, and she didn’t want this to be one of them. But he surprised her when he nodded.

  “You’re right. I don’t want this to be just about sex either, Naggie. If I wanted easy pussy I could get that at the club.”

  His frankness was very welcome. Naggie had never been the type of woman that liked to have smoke blown up her ass, and she was thankful that Booshie was not the type of man to deliver that.

  “How about we do the tattoo?” He didn’t wait for an answer from her. He took off his cut, placed it on the chair beside him, and removed his t-shirt. All of his hard, golden, and inked up skin was right in front of her in a matter of seconds. He turned and presented his wide shoulders and muscular back. “I was thinking of getting something done here.” He ran his hand along his side, right between two tattoos he already sported.

  “What did you have in mind?” God, her voice came out all soft and breathy, and when he looked over at her with this hooded expression she knew he could tell she was barely holding on.

  He slowly turned back around, and she watched as his abdomen clenched, showing off his six-pack in the process. “I looked through your portfolio.”

  Her hands were so sweaty all of a sudden. “You did?”

  He nodded but didn’t come any closer. “Yeah, months ago when you were working on someone and I came to talk to Cadeon.”

  His admission surprised her, because she thought she had known every time he had come into the shop.

  “I saw this tree you had drawn up, a really realistic one, but the branches were burning.” He lowered his head but kept his eyes locked on her. “It was powerful, and stuck with me ever since. But I was thinking you could add a skull in the middle of the burning branches, tie in the club, too.”

  She swallowed, knowing exactly which one he was talking about. “I’ve never put that on anyone.”

  He lifted a dark brow at that. “No?”

  She shook her head.

  “Well, I’d like to be your first, baby.” His deep voice went straight through her, and she reached behind her to hold onto the counter.

  “Oh, fuck this and the slowing down bullshit,” she said, as if something possessed her. She was right in front of him a second later, and before she pressed her lips to his she saw his grin. They kissed fast and hard, and it felt like she was going to lose it if she didn’t feel Booshie inside of her. Yeah, screw going slow.

  Chapter Eight

  Booshie moved them backward until she was pressed against the counter once more, and with one long sweep of his tongue along hers, as if he was trying to torment her, he pulled away. He spun her around so she had her belly pressed to the counter, and she placed her hands flat on the smooth, cold surface.

  “Don’t move.” His voice was hard and demanding, but she had no intention of moving.

  She looked over her shoulder and watched him go to the door and lock it before coming right back to her. He was already unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down before she could even blink.

  “This is going to be fast and hard, baby, and so damn dirty.”

  “Good, just how I like it.”

  He growled low and grabbed the short strands of her hair on the back of her head. He pulled her head back so her neck was arched, and placed his mouth on the side of her throat. He broke away and placed his hand on the small of her back and pulled her forward slightly. The position caused her ass to pop out and press against his now bare erection.

  “You want me to fuck you, baby?” He growled against her ear.

  “I do. I really do.” She moaned out. Her body was on fire, her pussy was wet, and her clit throbbed. Her nipples felt like they were going to rip right through her shirt, and all she could think about was Booshie giving it to her nice and hard just like he promised. Had she really thought she was going to keep this thing with Booshie less than physical? Naggie had always been a sexual person, and that was how she enjoyed life and expressed herself. Sex was just another way of letting loose.

  “You’re a bad girl at heart, Naggie.” He gripped the hem of her shirt pulled it up and over her head. He didn’t remove her bra, but instead reached around, gripped the cups, and pulled them down so her breasts sprang free. “I’m going to shove your pants down, pull your panties aside, and lick your cunt until you come all over my face.” He moved his mouth to her ear. “And you will beg me, but I won’t stop until every part of your body is so sore from my desire for you that all it will take is a growl and you’ll come all over again.” He delivered on his promise and shoved her pants down. When he was on his haunches behind her, had her panties pulled to the side so her pussy was exposed, he feasted on her like he was starved for her flesh.

  The sound of his haggard breathing against her ass had her own respiration coming in hard pants.

  “I know your pussy tastes just as sweet as the rest of you, and I’m not about to deny myself any longer.” He said the words as if he was speaking to himself.

  The vibrations that left him had her gritting her teeth and curling her hands into the smooth counter. Naggie might be on the small side, but what she lacked in height and weight she made
up for in ass and tits. All she could focus on was the feel of him trailing his fingers along her sides, and making her flesh tighten. At the first touch of his tongue to the center of her body she moaned out loud. He was clearly enjoying going slow, torturing her and having her wanting things she’d never even imagined until she was in Booshie’s presence. He licked her cleft, sucked on her clit, and squeezed the globes of her ass until the pain mixed with pleasure.

  “Fuck, baby, your pussy was made for my mouth, my hands, and my fucking cock.”

  “Oh. God.”

  He continued to lick at her until she felt the familiar tendrils of an orgasm start to rise. He curled his finger around the thin elastic of her panties, tightened them against her body until it dug into her flesh, and hummed loudly.

  “Booshie—”

  “Shh, baby.” His mouth was so close to her anus now, but he didn’t lick her there, just breathed heavily and made these deep needy noises. When he started biting the cheeks of her ass she rested her head on the counter and closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the feelings he invoked inside of her. The air left her in a gush when he went back to licking her pussy, and then dragged his tongue right up her center and latched onto her clit. She was going to come, and really damn hard, too. It was when he dragged his teeth gently across the bundle of nerves that she bit her lip until she tasted blood, and moaned out her climax. Never once did he stop tormenting her until she sagged on the counter and panted for breath.

  “So good, Naggie. Christ, so fucking good.” The way he curled his fingers into her flesh, pulled her more firmly into his face, and devoured her like he was starving, had gush after gush of moisture leaving her as she continued to come. Finally he pulled back from her, but only enough to spear a finger into her pussy. A gasp left her when he pumped that digit in and out of her in slow, measured strokes. He withdrew, but wasn’t nearly done, not when he took that now soaked finger, pressed it to her anus, and slowly pushed it into her bottom. He finger-fucked her ass, and used his other hand to cup her between the thighs. At the first touch of his thumb teasing her oversensitive clit she tensed and felt another orgasm approach. Booshie was methodical and precise as he worked her at both ends, and soon she was fucking herself on his hand, and coming again so hard lights flashed behind her eyes and a strangled moan left her. When he stood and smoothed his hands up her outer thighs she didn’t know if she could take any more. She was flipped back around, and in one easy move he had her lifted on the counter with her ass hanging over the edge. Her legs were spread wide, and when he moved his wide shoulders between them all she could think about was him shoving that hardness between his thighs into her.

  “You smell so good.” He lowered his stare to between her legs. “You’re so fucking wet and swollen, and it is all because you want me, baby. Isn’t that right?” He smirked, but didn’t take his eyes off her pussy. The next sequence of events happened so quickly all she could do was hold on and let him take control. Booshie gripped her hips and jerked her forward until she was perilously close to falling off the counter, but he held her tightly. “You were made for me.” Before she knew what he was doing he had her in his arms and was striding to the chair at her station.

  Now that he was seated with her straddling his waist, he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. With a leg hanging over either side of his body, and their faces only an inch apart, Naggie could smell herself on him. Here she was, naked and aching for him despite just climaxing. She looked down, realized he already sheathed himself in a condom, but wasn’t at all surprised. He was stealthy in everything he did. He was hard beneath her ass, so thick and long that she could feel every part of his dick. A man like Booshie was feral and carnal, and no lovemaking or sweet words would come from him, not when it concerned sex. She had known how dangerous he was when she had seen him all those months ago for the first time, but hadn’t known what she was dealing with until Friday night. He was raw and rough, weathered and intimidating.

  “Look at you.” He roamed her face with his gaze, and he settled his stare on her mouth. She felt his cock jerk under her ass. “So fucking irresistible.” He said that under his breath, as if he meant to keep it inside. “Yet you give me everything I want.” He snapped his gaze up to hers. Before she could say anything, even if she could have formed any intelligent words at that moment, he speared his hand behind her head and wrapped his fingers around the nape of her neck. He claimed her mouth with his, stroked his tongue along hers, and took full possession of her with just that one kiss. The flavor of everything that was Booshie, mixed with her musky arousal, was an aphrodisiac like no other. When she went to wrap her hands around his neck he groaned low in his throat and moved away only long enough to position her arms behind her back. He secured her wrists at the base of her spine with one of his hands, held her tight, and used that leverage to pull her upper body back. The position was slightly uncomfortable, but she saw how it had angled her pelvis more toward his crotch, and she knew he had her right where he wanted her.

  “Booshie.” She breathed out his name, and he slowly lifted his gaze to her face. He only used one arm to support her body, and it was that one hand holding her wrists at her lower back that kept her from falling onto the ground. He trailed his free hand down her belly and stopped when he was close to her clit, and she felt his body heat spear her.

  Lowering his gaze to her pussy again he said, “Look at you, so greedy for me.” He moved his fingers through her folds, so agonizingly slowly that she gritted her teeth and forced herself not to squirm on his lap. He lifted his hand up, showed her his now glistening fingers, and brought them to his mouth. She knew how she looked as she watched him suck those digits into his mouth: aroused and so damn ready for him. He groaned once he had sucked them clean.

  “Just take me, Booshie. God, I can’t handle it anymore.”

  “You want my cock, Naggie?”

  “You know I do.”

  “I won’t go easy, won’t whisper sweet words and make love to you.” He pulled back only enough that he could grip her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I’m going to fuck you, and it is going to be just as hard and rough as it was when I had you in my bed.”

  Her breath hitched.

  “Does that scare you? Do I scare you?”

  “No.” She breathed out that one word. “I think I’ve been waiting for you to come into my life for a very long time.” She had no idea why she had said that, but it was too late to take the words back now.

  He gave her that damn half smile, and she knew that he liked hearing what she had just said. He was a sadist in some respects, and she realized she liked being his good little masochist.

  ****

  Booshie wasn’t about to fuck around any longer, because he wanted Naggie too damn badly. He balanced her on his lap with one hand on her lower back, and reached between their bodies to align his dick with her pussy. When he moved the tip of his erection along her slicked up folds he had to grit his teeth not to thrust into her. “I can’t go slow, baby.” Her pussy was spread out before him, and he loved her in this position, loved that she was completely open for him.

  “Fuck me, Booshie.”

  He pulled her forward, rested his head on her chest, and inhaled deeply. Her nipples were right there for the taking, and his mouth watered for more. He took the tip into his mouth, sucked and nipped until she was rubbing her cunt on his cock, and knew he wasn’t going to last. He rubbed his face over her breasts, loved the little sounds she made, and grabbed the root of his cock. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. He lifted his hips slightly, and lodged the head of his dick in her body. He worked himself up inside of her, and loved that he could see her cream slip down his length

  “God, Booshie, I feel like you’re splitting me in two.”

  “You fucking like my big cock in your cunt. You like that I am stretching your shit and making you work to take it all.” When his pelvis met hers, they both groaned out in unison. He gripped her hips
, no longer holding her hands behind her back, and lifted her up until just the tip of his dick was inside of her now.

  “You’re so big, and I feel so full.”

  He started pushing her down on his shaft again, and then lifting her back up. He did this continuously until her tits bounced between them, and his dick was slick with her juices. His cock thickened, and his balls drew up tight. Still holding onto her hips he stood and turned with her still in his arms. He grunted in distaste when he was forced to set her on her feet. But he quickly turned her around, pushed her down so she had to bend over her workstation chair to steady herself, and slammed his shaft back into her. She cried out when he bottomed out in her cunt in one swift move. He pounded into her in long, hard strokes, and the sound of her body sucking at his shaft surrounded him.

  “That’s it, Naggie, take all of me. I’m never going to get enough.” He slammed into her especially hard, so much so that she fell forward. Her ass was up, her face down, and now he fucked her like some kind of feral beast. “Say it, baby, say who you belong to.” His orgasm approached, but he wouldn’t get off until she came again.

  “Yours, Booshie. I am yours. All of it is yours.” Her pussy contracted around him, and she milked him until his orgasm came rushing up. When she slumped forward he pulled out and picked her up in his arms. He sat back in the chair with her in his lap, and she rested her head on his chest. It felt good to hold her and not worry about if she was going to cling to him or not. In fact, he wanted her to be attached to him, because he sure as fuck was attached to her already. It was also nice knowing that she hadn’t been with all of the other members of the MC. Booshie was used to the club pussy that walked around, not caring that they jumped from one Vicious Bastard to the other, trying to increase their status in the club. He smoothed his hands over her back, loved that their fucking had her working up a sweat, and closed his eyes. Yeah, this was what happiness felt like, and this was only the second time of being with her. That said a lot about how right this was, and Booshie wasn’t about to let that go.