Mr. Dirty

by Nana Malone

  She set her glass on the coffee table next to his. “Hello, jilted woman here. What about me makes you think I want to watch a love story?”

  He chuckled. “Sorry?”

  “I mean the only way I want to watch a love story is if it’s got a naked Jamie Dornan in it.”

  “You think that’s a love story? I swear to God, women have no idea what they want.”

  She playfully shoved his shoulder. “Hell yeah. At the very least if I’m going to have to endure two people falling in love, let me get some good sex out of it. It’s been too long.”

  In that moment, she wanted to recall the words. The last thing she needed to think about was sex when she was around him. But it’s too late for that now, isn’t it?

  Nathan

  The atmosphere crackled around them. Her hands on him were a challenge and her words were a taunt. No way in hell he was going to survive that movie with her so close. Things were bad enough. For once he was trying to be a gentleman. “Your ex should be shot, do you know that?”

  “Oh yeah. I know it.”

  “Just how long has it been?” Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why ask her that unless you want to picture shagging her seven ways from Sunday?

  When she met his gaze, the atmosphere changed in a blink. Her pupils dilated and her lips parted. He knew she wanted him. He could almost taste her.

  Nathan's cock turned to steel from one glance. There had been a twenty-four hour build up to this moment, and he was determined to make the most of it.

  “I’m going to kiss you now,” he said, sliding his hands around her waist. She didn’t reply, just nodded her head once. Slowly. Yes.

  He cupped her cheek in his hand and hovered, his lips just millimeters from hers. As he watched the way her bottom lip quivered at the anticipation, his blood thickened with an injection of lust. His dick ached and he welcomed the feeling. Reveled in the anticipation. She was his. For tonight. Yeah, of course, that’s what he meant.

  The throbbing in his jeans became more of a surge when their lips touched. She tasted sweet. Soft. He teased his tongue over her bottom lip until she gasped and parted for him, his tongue easing inside her mouth.

  She was even softer inside. And sweet. So sweet. Her tongue met his briefly, in a slow slick freefall.

  It was intimate and sensual. “I’ve been waiting a long time to touch you,” Nathan breathed, standing back slightly and unbuttoning the front of her dress. He loved buttons. They were the reason he’d suggested she wear this outfit earlier when she’d asked him to pick something for her.

  Buttons revealed the gift underneath much slower than a zip. Bit by bit, Nathan uncovered the edge of her black bra. He could see the swell of her breast above it, a swollen semi-circle half encased in lace.

  Bending down, he kissed along the swell, using one hand to continue with the buttons, unwrapping her slowly, and the other to squeeze the underside of her breast. With the edge of his thumb, he flicked her hardening nipple beneath the silky fabric.

  One hand smoothing over her waist, he deepened their kiss. Taking long drugging pulls at her lips and eliciting a moan out of her.

  So damn perfect. He felt like someone had hooked his body up to a defibrillator, the kiss was so charged. Their only points of contact were her hands on his waist, his hand in her hair and on her hip, and their lips. But it was enough to send his heart into a gallop and for the blood to rush in his ears.

  The kiss shook him. He’d kissed a lot of women. Certainly, more than his fair share. But with Sophie, his body hummed and his synapses shorted. Tugging her closer, he licked into her mouth. Sophie moaned and slid her arms up to wind around his neck.

  “You are so fucking sexy. Your boyfriend was blind.”

  Once he’d slowly unbuttoned her to the navel, he slipped her dress down her hips and onto the floor. Then his gaze flickered to hers.

  Her pupils were now so dilated that even the green flecks had vanished, giving way to a dark charcoal.

  He wrapped his arms around her back, gently unhooking her bra. “I keep obsessing about your taste.” He couldn’t help groaning as he finally got to place Sophie’s nipple in his mouth. Flicking it hard with his tongue, he felt her tense up with a soft gasp. As he used his teeth to nibble on her, she moved her hands across his shoulders, pulling at his shirt.

  He took the hint, pulling himself upright and taking off his T-shirt. Sophie whimpered and then reached out, running her fingers down his torso. His cock twitched with desire as she traveled further down toward the waistband of his jeans.

  The low moan that came from her throat sounded like a purr, rolling over him like a caress. Nathan picked her up easily and repositioned them on the couch. He managed to wrangle his shirt off, and then shucked his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers with her in her knickers and bra.

  Pulling her toward him, their mouths met with a clash. Fuck, he couldn't take the teasing.

  “Fuck, Sophie, how wet are you? Do you want me as much as I want you?” he murmured against her lips.

  From her position straddling him on the couch, she rocked over the length of him and he cursed low.

  “I want to see how wet you are. I want to feel my cock against your pussy lips.” His dick strained against his boxers, raging hard. Sophie’s eyes fell right to it, followed by her hands. Tantalizingly, she used the edge of her fingernail to graze a trail around his wanting dick, circling the length and then moving down to his balls. Her breathing was heavy in his ear.

  Her hot, slick center slid over the cotton-clad length of him and his eyes crossed. Damn. He fought for control, fought to stay steady. He didn’t want to go too fast. To ruin this.

  “Nathan,” she moaned, her breathing harsh and labored and her back bowed beneath him. He ran his nose along her skin to the hollow of her throat.

  “I’ve been dying to kiss you here, too.” He blew a breath over her heated flesh down to one raised breast. Sliding his hands up her torso, he took his time, running his fingers over her ribs and her soft skin. When he palmed her, she moaned, arching into the caress.

  Her hips lifted again and again, starting them on a rhythm that wouldn’t stop. Placing kisses all along her chest, Nathan teased her nipple with his thumb and tested the weight of her breast, making the both of them crazy. Every time his mouth went near the peaked tip, she writhed on top of him.

  Sliding a hand between them, he tucked his curious fingers into her knickers and stroked her soft, slick flesh. “You’re wet,” he muttered, loving that liquid was already ready for him. “Do you even understand what you’ve been doing to me?” he asked through clenched teeth. “Do you know how many nights I’ve gone to bed thinking about how you’d taste? I feel like I need to show you the fantasies. Every single one.”

  She tensed for a moment then shivered as he stroked her slit again.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

  He finally took the stiff peak in his mouth. She drew in a shuddering breath, and he growled his satisfaction as his hand busied himself with her other breast. Sucking, licking and teasing with his tongue and his teeth, he took her to the edge and back again.

  Nathan grazed her nipple with his teeth as his finger found her wet and inviting. Slowly, he dipped inside her sex, testing her, seeing how ready she was—how much she wanted him. He was in no hurry and could do this all night.

  He released her breast and she whimpered, trying to bring him back. But instead, he kissed his way back up her body. Taking her lips again, he timed his finger with the deep strokes of his tongue.

  Against his thigh, his erection throbbed and begged for relief, but this was about her—about seeing her fly. He could wait. Gritting his teeth against the need, he dragged his lips from hers, trailing them along her jawline to her neck, and she shivered.

  Her hands traced up his back, her nails digging into his bunched and flexed muscles. “Nathan, please hurry. I need—” Before she could finish, her slick, slippery flesh quivered around his fingers.
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  He pulled back to watch her wide-eyed, blissed-out expression. Seeing her lashes flutter closed and her mouth parted on a silent scream of ecstasy, he demanded, “Look at me, Sophie. I want you to look at me while you come. Who is making you feel like this?”

  She opened her eyes and met his gaze with a shocked expression as her body tightened around his exploring fingers again. His thumb ghosted over her pleasure button, and his name was a moan on her lips as she came again.

  “Oh God, Nathan. You are.”

  “Good. We’re off to a good start.” Nathan gentled his strokes, but he didn’t stop. He wasn’t done with her yet. He wanted her boneless by the time they were done. Then he wanted to start all over again. With each gentle glide, he nuzzled at her neck, sipped at her lips, nipped at the flesh of her collarbone. “Now do you remember that night a year ago? Do you remember what I was doing to the blonde with my fingers?”

  She stilled. “N—Nathan?”

  “Easy does it. I’m just going to tease a little. We’ll have plenty of time for that. Do you trust me, Sophie?” Even as he asked the question, he used his free hand on her arse to guide her motions over his still-cotton-clad dick. “Did you think about it? Maybe when you were alone with your toys, did you think about me?”

  His fingers gently slid over the pucker of her arse, and she shivered. “Oh my God, that feels—”

  He did it again, effectively cutting off any thought. “Forbidden, dirty, sexy?”

  “Yes, all of it. God, I just want you.”

  Gently, he teased her even as his thumb continued to slide over her clit. How had he ever thought her uptight? In his arms, she was melting chocolate, rich and decedent. “Nathan, please. I need you. I just—” Her legs clamped around his hips and she broke apart again in his arms.

  He grinned to himself as he gently pulled his fingers from her. When she sagged against his shoulder, he shifted them until she lay back on the couch and he reached for his wallet, pulling out a condom. In seconds, he was kicking aside his boxers and had himself sheathed.

  When he crawled up over her, she reached for him. A shiver ran through him, and he bit his lip. When he lined his erection up with her sweet center and slid home, they both gasped, the breath rushing out of their lungs.

  “Fuck, you’re tight. So goddamned tight,” he muttered to himself. Jesus. Go slow. Go slow. Do not rush this. But it didn’t take long before the need was tingling and spiraling along his spine. She stroked his back and met him thrust for thrust, holding eye contact.

  Shit. For the first time, he felt like someone was looking clear into his soul. The emotions were too raw, too hard to confront, so he tucked his head into her neck. “You remember that dirty little thing I introduced to you just now? Let me show you how fun it can be.” He tucked his hands under her arse and dragged her closer.

  As he dipped his head to take a pert nipple into his mouth, his middle finger found her arsehole and he gently pushed against it. Sophie threw her head back, his name on her lips in a scream.

  He timed the thrusting of his dick with his finger and sucked her nipple deep. This time when her inner walls fisted around his cock, there was no holding back. She pulsed around him, milking his cock, and he finally let the reins of control go. With one more stroke, he dove headfirst off the cliff, coming so hard he was sure he was never going to remember his name again.

  15

  Sophie

  Yet another night passed where Nathan was the cause for Sophie not being able to sleep. Back in her own flat, she lay in bed in the dead of night replaying the sex and not being able to stop herself from smiling.

  She remembered the look in his eyes, the hunger he seemed to have for her.

  When he’d laid her back on the sofa, she’d been grinning from ear to ear. From where she was lying, she had a view of his entire body: his broad, tanned shoulders, solid pectoral muscles and deliciously prominent abs forming a gloriously symmetrical eight-pack. She hadn’t even believed eight-packs had really existed before, thinking that they were some sort of myth. It wasn't any wonder that she had been smiling really.

  And his dick … Oh my god.

  He’d bent his knees so that his cock was level with the entrance to her pussy and just looked at her.

  Taking himself into his hand, he’d rubbed the head of his dick up and down, making her wetter. When he reached her clit, he stopped momentarily, pressing firmly against it. The hardness of him made her pussy throb so deep inside that her breath caught.

  “Fuck, you feel incredible. So wet,” he'd growled, dipping just his tip into her entrance and then sliding it back out with excruciating slowness.

  At one point he’d said, “I want you to look at me. I want to watch your face as I push my dick in and out of your wet pussy.” Like holy shit. The talking dirty thing was so … bloody, fucking fantastic. She never thought she’d like it, but with Nathan? Hell yes.

  He’d asked her things like, “Do you want me to touch your clit?”

  The answer was always, Bloody hell, yes. She’d had to bite her lip and nod at that point. There was no way that she’d have been able to form any coherent words. His fingers trailed across her navel and down to her bud. He teased it, watching it swell and stiffen at his touch.

  Sophie’s eyes rolled in the back of her head. Good lord, was it possible to die from orgasm?

  He’d had to hold her for quite some time afterward. Every time he moved even the slightest bit, she shook so badly she thought she might pass out. It was as though he had stripped back every nerve, leaving them all exposed and raw.

  When she eventually did stop shaking, she felt as though her bones had turned to water. She was completely limp and unable to move, and she burst into peals of laughter.

  “Jesus, that was incredible,” she breathed.

  Nathan’s smile had been wide and cocky. “I aim to please.”

  She had watched him quietly as his eyes shuttered. She’d seen in his eyes that he’d felt it too.

  Sophie had left as soon as she felt able to stand up without fainting. He’d been very clear that his other, erm, companions, never stuck around, and she didn’t want him to have to ask her to leave. Above anything else, she was afraid that him asking her to go would hurt her and ruin this incredible high. It was better that she took it upon herself.

  Had she been played? Had he just been trying to prove a point with her? That he could have her?

  No, that couldn’t be what it was, surely? The sex they’d had, it had been too good, he’d been too sincere … She stopped, her good mood now painted in black.

  She was already attached. Of course she was; she’d been the one being played, not the other way round—as had been the initial plan for her evening. She’d been attached from the moment that he’d stood up for her with Christopher.

  And now she realized that she was just another one of his many, many women and that she'd probably never hear from him again.

  16

  Nathan

  She'd left him. Nathan pondered that as he stretched along his couch. All he knew was sometime in the middle of the night when he'd reached for her, she wasn't there. They'd had, what? Three rounds? When he'd woken, it wasn't even light out.

  But now that he was awake and alert, he knew for sure she was gone. And the telly was off. Hell, she'd even fully covered him with a blanket. Fuck me.

  What the fuck had happened? Sometime between finding out she was the redhead from last year and trying to teach her to be casual she'd blown his mind. And somehow, he felt decidedly not casual about shagging her.

  Talk about a first.

  Usually he was the one sneaking out in the middle of the night under the cover of darkness. What the hell was that hollow feeling in the center of his chest? He didn't enjoy that one bit. She'd had fun right? And they were friends? Well now, they were friends. He wasn't a random hookup. Or are you?

  Why did it even matter?

  Oh, it mattered. He liked her. And now that he knew who
she was he wanted to find out what made her tick. That charge of electricity between them from the night they'd first met, what the hell was that? Why the hell was that?

  Why couldn't he shake her?

  You need to figure out how to do just that.

  "Fuck! I'm so fucked." He scrubbed a hand over his stubble.

  He didn't even like her. Well, he did. She was cool, and he could talk to her. And she wasn't crazy, which these days was a feat in and of itself. Why the fuck had she left?

  Isn't that what you were teaching her? Well yes. But she wasn't supposed to do that to him. That shit was different.

  Did she regret it? It had been clear what was going to happen the moment he kissed her. She hadn't stopped. She hadn't run away, so why leave in the middle of the night?

  Maybe because she knows you. You're a manwhore.

  That was likely an explanation, but still though, he hated that she'd left. He didn't want to think about the reasons why he hated it. Nathan pushed himself into a sitting position and scrubbed a hand over his face. This all could have a far simpler reason. Maybe she had to work. But he didn't know.

  Or you could just ask her. Oh yeah, I'd come across like a needy git. That was probably something that Teabag Christopher would do.

  And on that topic, how had she gone out with that guy for so long? At the same time, maybe if he just talked to her, things would be easier. He could assure her that last night hadn't meant anything.

  It was just thorough sex. Making her feel good, taking her mind off of everything. And he liked her genuinely as a person. She wasn't all fucked in the head like he was.

  Yeah, that's what he would do, talk to her. How hard could that be?

  Also, why is it so important to you?

  He shoved that thought aside. They'd agreed to be friends. And then you slept with her. Yes, but that was a friendly shag. It didn't mean anything. Liar.

  No. He could do that. He'd show her that they could be friends. That no emotions needed to get untangled. He'd take her some coffee, they'd talk it out, and maybe this time, he wouldn't think with his dick.

  Yeah, sure you won’t.