Dirty Side Down

by Phoenyx Slaughter

  “That’s right,” he encourages. “Need to lick your beautiful pussy.”

  Karina’s heat sears my skin, even though her pussy barely grazes my body. “That’s my girl,” I encourage.

  When she’s close enough, I grip her by the hips and help her place her legs on either side of my shoulders. “That’s right. Shove that pretty pussy right in my face,” I mumble.

  She lets out a nervous giggle. “Yes, daddy,” she whispers.

  Fuck, I’m going to miss my sweet little bitch. I’ve been downplaying things all day, trying to reassure her because I know this is what she needs to do. The selfish fucker in me wants to take her home, lock her up and keep her all to myself. Forget everything except us.

  “You my girl?”

  “Yes.”

  Fuck me, I’m going to miss the sweet husky sound of her voice first thing in the morning. Usually as she yawns and stretches, grinding her ass against my dick.

  Her scent overwhelms me. Gets my dick so damn hard it hurts. My fingers dig into her ass as I pull her to my mouth and run my tongue up her center.

  She lets out a short cry of stunned pleasure and I groan. I could lick her for the rest of the damn night and be perfectly happy. I dip back and press kisses along her slick pussy lips. “You gonna miss this?” I whisper.

  A little whining sound leaves her and she wiggles her hips. “You want more?” I ask. “Tell me, or I’ll stop.” I’m teasing her. Don’t plan to stop until she’s gushing. Her thighs squeeze together and she bucks her hips again. My hands grip her thighs, keeping her open while my tongue flicks near her clit. One of my hands slides up and I push a finger inside her until she moans. I want to tell her to come for me, but I can’t take my mouth off her. Instead, I groan, encouraging her to grind herself against me. Reaching up with one hand, I tweak her nipple and she gasps.

  She leans back, hands digging into my thighs. Her body shakes. Violently while she comes. “Oh, Dante. I…I’m coming.” I let her finish before tossing her off me and pinning her under my big body. She loops her arms around my neck. “Thank you,” she whispers.

  “We’re not finished.”

  Her fingers run up and down my back, soft and gentle, just like her. I take a few seconds to trade lazy kisses with her. Something we don’t do often because I’m usually in a frantic race to fuck her senseless. Framing her face with my hands, I stare into her eyes. My thumb rubs over her cheek. “Love you, baby girl.” I kiss her softly even though my brain demands I take her hard. Her hands drift lower, tracing the edge of my jeans.

  “Want those off?” I ask.

  “Yes, please.” Her mouth twitches into a quick grin.

  I sit up, giving her room to work my belt open and tug my zipper down. “Want my dick?”

  “You know I do.”

  I get my pants off and hook her leg over my arm, spreading her wide. Instinctively, she guides my cock right to her hot pussy and I hiss with pleasure.

  This is going to be brutal because I can’t hold back.

  I push in a fraction of an inch and she gasps. Every damn time. Like it’s too much.

  Love being skin to skin with her. Close and connected. “You’re crazy if you think I want any other pussy wrapped around my cock,” I grunt the words against her neck and she stiffens. That’s right, I know what she’s been so worried about. I tilt my head so I can graze my teeth along her neck. “No one else could ever feel this good.”

  She lets out a little sob of relief or pleasure and circles her hips, helping me push in a little more.

  My forehead presses against hers. For a second I’m still, just enjoying the tight fit of her pussy around my cock.

  I slide in again and she arches under me, wrapping her legs higher around my hips. Our jagged breathing fills the air as I start slamming into her.

  “So wet, Karina.”

  “I know.” She gasps as I piston in and out of her, rotating my hips, grinding her right into the mattress. I reach between us, pressing and teasing against her swollen clit. I’m deliberately taking it slow, wanting to drag a long, hot orgasm from her. Something to last until I see her again.

  Her eyes roll back in pleasure and she cries out at the end of every deep stroke. Her nails dig into my shoulders and the room is full of the sounds of our bodies slapping together. Shit, they can probably hear us in the hallway and I don’t give a single fuck. Everyone should know she belongs to me.

  I’m about to go off like a bomb. Can’t stop thinking about coming inside her. Filling her up. Marking her as mine, mine, mine.

  “Dante!” Her nails dig harder into my skin. “Don’t stop. Coming.”

  I keep up the pace she needs to get her off, relishing how in sync we are. No, there ain’t another woman in the world who could make me give this up.

  My skin prickles and my balls tighten. Her hands move to my hair, digging into my scalp. Her pussy squeezes me every which way and her lips part. That’s when I fuckin’ lose control.

  I’m shooting inside her so fucking hard my balls actually ache. My head drops to her shoulder. Both our hearts beat wildly, connecting us even more.

  I couldn’t give up this woman any more than I could give up breathing.

  Only a few more hours.

  Not even. I need to head out soon. Luck took the prospect out to get fill Karina’s tank and to grab dinner, but eventually they’ll make their way back. Karina has to get ready for orientation tomorrow.

  I need to leave.

  How did I get so attached to this woman?

  Never thought I’d love coming home to one woman so much.

  “Let’s go grab dinner.” She’s half-asleep next to me, her head resting on my chest. I don’t want to disturb her, but I ain’t gonna have a choice soon.

  Outside, I take her hand and she smiles up at me. “Wanna explore the campus? Or go somewhere else?” I ask.

  “Out.”

  We end up at place that serves breakfast all day. I laugh when she orders a stack of pancakes smothered in strawberries and whipped cream. “Now I want to smear whipped cream on your tits and lick it off.” I say the words low enough that no one should hear me, but she blushes anyway.

  “What are you planning to do this week?” she asks without looking up.

  “Miss you.”

  “Melody and some of the other girls made it clear last night they’d keep you company.”

  Ahh. I knew something had gone down last night. “Hey.” I reach across the table and take her hand. “You’re the only girl I want. Rather fuck you once a month that someone else every day.”

  She scrunches her face into a frown. Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best way to put it. “We’ll be fine, baby girl. You make me real fuckin’ happy.”

  After that she seems more relaxed. She’s even smiling when I return her to campus. Luck and the prospect are waiting in the parking lot next to her car.

  “She’s all gassed up and ready for you,” Luck says, handing Karina the keys.

  “Thanks, guys. Thanks for coming all the way out here and moving all my stuff and—”

  “Not a problem, sweetheart,” Luck assures her.

  “Let me walk her upstairs. Be right back.”

  Luck nods, and I slip my arm around Karina’s shoulders, steering her toward the dorms. The campus seems quieter now. Most of the family members who’d been helping kids move in today are gone.

  “Will you text me when you get home?” she asks.

  “Yes.”

  She loops her arms around me and leans up to give me a kiss. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to come upstairs?”

  “No, baby girl. We do that, I’ll never leave.” I take a few more minutes kissing her, committing everything about her to memory. She tastes sweet like strawberries and syrup. My hands cup her face, living in the moment, enjoying every last second together.

  When I pull away, tears shine in her eyes, but she fights them back.

  “Drive safe,” she whispers.

  Befor
e I have a chance to answer, a short blonde girl runs up to us. “Hey are you in this dorm too? We’re doing an icebreaker on five in fifteen.” The words come out in a breathless rush.

  Karina’s gaze shoots to me and I nod.

  “Yeah, sure. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

  “Cool. I’m Celeste.”

  “Karina.”

  The girl’s eyes roam over me real quick and she flashes a smile. “This is my boyfriend, Dante,” Karina says. I nod at her and give Karina another kiss on the cheek. “Go. Have fun,” I whisper in her ear.

  “Nice to meet you!” Celeste calls out as I walk away. Girl seems like a handful, and I’m glad Karina seems to have found a distraction.

  Glad I brought my bike. I’ll need the wind in my face to keep me level.

  Luck claps me on the back when I get to the truck. “She okay?”

  “I think so. Some girl invited her to something, so at least she’ll be busy.”

  “Good. Ready? Romeo wants a sit-down.”

  “For fuck’s sake,” I grumble, strapping on my helmet. “What crawled up his ass now?”

  Celeste never stops talking.

  “How long have you been together? He’s so sexy. How much older is he than you?”

  All the standard questions, I suppose. She reminds me a lot of Athena, a thought that makes me sad. I miss my best friend and I don’t want to replace her.

  “I broke up with my high school boyfriend right before leaving for college, but I don’t blame you for staying with him. Wow.”

  I chuckle and she wraps her fingers around my arm, dragging me down the hall. “Come on. This is going to be so lame, it will be fun.”

  I finally drag myself into my room around midnight. My phone’s flashing with a bunch of texts from Dante.

  Home.

  Feels empty without you.

  Call me. No matter how late.

  He picks up almost immediately. “Hey, baby girl.”

  “Hey.”

  “Have fun?”

  “Not really. A couple of the girls on my floor are nice. Another one is pre-med and seemed sort of competitive, so I think I’ll steer clear of her.”

  His warm, rich laughter slides right through me, somehow melting me and intensifying my loneliness at the same time.

  We talk a little longer. About the people I met tonight. My plans for tomorrow. He explains he got called in for church, but as usual leaves out any details of what was discussed at the table.

  My eyelids drop and I try to keep my yawns quiet so Dante won’t tell me it’s time to hang up.

  “Tired, baby girl? You had a long day. Got a long day tomorrow.”

  “I don’t think I can sleep without you.”

  “Yes you can,” he says in the no-bullshit tone I always respond to. “You find your present?”

  “Present?” My gaze darts around the room. “No. Where?”

  “Near your bed.”

  The only thing near my bed is short, metal nightstand. I slide the bottom drawer out first and find a sleek black box. Inside there’s a chubby, purple silicone vibrator.

  “This isn’t nearly big enough,” I tease.

  He laughs. “No, but it’s powerful.”

  “Great, everyone on my floor will hear me getting off.”

  “No. It’s supposed to be really quiet.” We don’t speak for a few seconds, while I run my fingers over the smooth, almost rubbery head. “It’s all charged up, baby girl. Give it a try for me. I want to hear you come.”

  “I don’t know if I can.”

  “For me. Come on.”

  He doesn’t phrase it as a request. Doesn’t need to. We both know I’m going to do whatever he asks.

  “I need to take my jeans off.”

  “Do it.”

  “I’m going to turn the light off.”

  I stand and flick the overhead light on, leaving the small lamp on my desk as my only source of illumination. Before returning to my bed, I turn on some soft music, then strip all my clothes off and get into bed.

  “You naked, baby?” he asks.

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl.”

  I flip my phone over and take a quick selfie as proof and send it to him.

  “Very nice,” he murmurs a few seconds later. “Turn that thing on.”

  I flick it on and listen to the low hum. It definitely has a strong vibration.

  “How’s that feel?” he asks.

  “I don’t know yet.”

  “Run it over your nipples for me.”

  At first it tickles, until I press it a little harder. My body breaks out in pleasurable tingles and I let out a soft moan.

  “Good girl. Work it lower. Spread those legs.”

  “Okay,” I whisper just loud enough for him to know I’m doing everything he asks me to do.

  Carefully, I rub the head of the vibrator against my pussy lips. Light at first, keeping it on the first setting.

  “Turn it up and bring it near your clit.”

  “Oh,” I gasp and let our shuddery sigh.

  “Good?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Part those lips and rub it closer to your clit.”

  The vibrations are strong enough to make me see stars. I can’t imagine how much higher this thing goes. My hips jerk, pulling away. “It’s too much.”

  “Do it for me.”

  I try again, rolling the vibrator close to my clit, then down lower. The long slow climb to orgasm starts up and a low moan starts up in my chest. The phone slips from my ear.

  “Keep going, baby girl. Let me hear you come,” Dante encourages. His voice sounds so far away, but I’m determined to have him hear me do this. I rub the vibrator in firmer strokes, teasing my clit until I can’t take it anymore and press it against me harder.

  The orgasm is nice and swift, but not nearly as satisfying as what Dante gives me. I gasp and make little stuttering noises through it, then pick the phone up.

  “Dante?”

  “I’m here.” His words come out clipped and breathless.

  “What’re you doing?”

  “Jerking off.” He groans. “Picturing you. On that bed.” A few more jerky breaths and he groans again. “With that stubby vibrator between your legs.”

  I giggle at the obvious sounds he’s making and picture him in our bedroom stroking himself. “I wish I was there to clean you up,” I say.

  “Naughty girl. How was it?”

  “Good. Nothing close to what you do to me, though.”

  His laugh is deep and goes on for a few seconds. “That’s good to know.”

  “Mmm.” I’m drowsy now.

  “Tired?” he asks.

  “Yeah.”

  “Got your alarm set?”

  “Mmmhmm.”

  “Good girl. Get some sleep. We’ll do that again tomorrow night.”

  “Will this be our new bedtime ritual?” I ask as I roll over and flick the light off.

  “Yeah. Orgasms for my baby girl every night before bed.”

  “Sounds good.”

  Keep reading for author notes and a sneak peek at Vexed (Iron Bulls MC #4)

  I didn’t include the original author notes from each book, because honestly, I’m in a different place now than when I wrote them. Regardless, I hope you loved Dante and Karina’s dirty adventures. I have more in store for them in the future. Book #4, Vexed is Romeo and Athena’s story and available now. Book #5, Unhinged, is Kadence’s story and will be available at the end of April.

  Thank you so much for your support!

  p.s. Keep reading for a peek at Vexed.

  Copyright 2016, Phoenyx Slaughter

  All Rights Reserved

  CHAPTER ONE

  Romeo

  How can I still be fucked up over one little girl?

  Athena.

  That sweet little bitch has had me acting stupid since the day her sassy ass showed up at my clubhouse.

  It’s Dante’s fault. My Sergeant-at-Arms found himself
a girl, Karina. Hot, smart, and down for about anything. Stare at her for longer than two seconds and you’re asking for an up close and painful introduction to Dante’s fists. My stone-faced-killer friend doesn’t fuck around when it comes to his girl. It’s her best friend I haven’t been able to stop thinking about.

  Tagging along with Dante to the girls’ graduation yesterday didn’t help. That’s high school graduation, mind you. All I thought about was how today she’d be turning eighteen. Not even running into her uptight, upscale, bitch-faced parents had settled my dick down.

  Like fuck do I plan to chase after her. Not my style. Besides, there’s enough willing girls trolling my clubhouse who’ve been legal longer than five seconds. Any one of them will be thrilled to service me, then go away. The way I prefer my relationships. Quick and uncomplicated.

  Unfortunately, my dick isn’t interested in any of them. No matter how hard the girls have tried to get my attention tonight.

  Spotting Dante and Karina walk in the front of door, I glance behind them. No Athena.

  I’m capable of casually asking about her without sounding like a complete creep, right?

  Then she stumbles in the door. With her scared little Goldilocks expression, she looks like she’s about to meet up with the biggest, baddest wolf.

  Me.

  Dante’s wearing his I need to choke someone face. Hooking my thumbs in my pockets, I approach the trio slowly.

  “What’s up?” I ask Dante, who rolls his eyes at me. He’s not fooled one bit by my laid back act.

  “Hi, Romeo,” Karina says shyly. I still can’t get over how a scary motherfucker like Dante managed to snag such a beautiful and soft-spoken chick. “Um, Athena and I spent the day with her family for her birthday, and she asked if she could join us tonight. I hope that’s okay.” I appreciate the emphasis Karina puts on the word birthday. What a nice, subtle hint that her friend’s now fair game.

  Finally.

  “Is it your birthday, sweetheart?” I ask Athena. When I put all my attention on her, she blushes and glances at the floor. A much different reaction than I expected, considering how tough she usually acts.