A Million Dirty Secrets

by C. L. Parker

  With that, he walked away and left me sitting on the table, stunned to silence, in a postcoital haze, and wearing nothing but his shirt.

  Noah

  I had to get out of there.

  Her taste and smell were everywhere, and she was sitting there in my goddamn shirt, looking sexier than she had any right to be. And to top it all off, she was offering me her fucking cherry.

  Did she not have any clue whatsoever about the amount of restraint it took for me not to impale her with my cock right then and there?

  But she had to have still been sore, and ramming my dick into her unabashedly wasn’t going to do anything but make that situation worse. Which also meant I’d have to wait even longer to do it again. And once I had her there was no way I was going to be able to keep myself from taking her over and over again, on every surface in the house. And my house, much like my cock, was pretty damn big.

  Control. I had to maintain control and have a little more patience. All good things come to those who wait. Right?

  I sat down at my desk and brought the fingers that I’d had inside her tight little pussy to my nose, inhaling her scent once again. Yes, it was a masochistic move, worse than any other sort of torture imaginable—other than maybe having to watch someone else fuck the shit out of her right in front of me—but I couldn’t resist the allure of eau de Delaine.

  I suddenly became aware of the massive hard-on I had been sporting since she walked into the dining room wearing nothing but my fucking shirt. I groaned at the pain my rock-solid dick, twisted and mangled into a very uncomfortable position, was causing me at that very moment. I reached my hand into my underwear and winced as I pulled my cock out. I could’ve used it to drill a railroad tie.

  I couldn’t very well let it stay like that. I’d never get any work done with that thing waving in my face, especially with Delaine’s taste still on my tongue and her smell still lingering on my fingers and in my whiskers.

  I reached inside the top drawer of my desk and pulled out the bottle of lotion I had stashed there.

  I squirted a generous amount into my palm and ran my hand up and down my shaft. I closed my eyes and imagined my million-dollar baby, still clad in my shirt, on her knees in front of me while I sat at the table. My thumb swept over the head of my dick and I hissed, picturing the flat part of her tongue making the motion instead as she scooped up the pre-come. She closed her eyes and moaned as she tasted me.

  Her tongue swept across her bottom lip in anticipation of more while her greedy little mouth devoured my cock and swallowed me down. I could feel the back of her throat constrict around the tip of my dick as she moaned and bobbed her head up and down. My hand kept time with the imaginary Delaine’s movements. Faster and tighter I stroked myself, and I recalled the night I fucked her mouth, my cock sliding back and forth through her perfectly pink and pouty lips.

  Imaginary Delaine looked up at me, and I squeezed the base of my dick tighter, bucking my hips into her mouth. My free hand grabbed on to the edge of my desk so hard I thought I heard the wood crack beneath my fingertips. But her eyes—blue and vibrant with life, so warm, so hungry—they never left mine. She sucked me hard and fast. Then she let my cock go with a pop of her mouth before she tossed her hair over her shoulder, licked from the bottom of my shaft to the top, and then took me in as deep as she could go with a moan of satisfaction.

  I grabbed the back of her head and held her there as the heat of my release radiated through my body and my movements became jerky before I spilled my seed down her throat. When I milked myself of all the seed I had, I opened my eyes. She wasn’t there, and my hand was covered in my own spunk.

  I sighed and reached inside the desk drawer, pulling out a wet wipe and cleaning up my mess.

  Once I was sufficiently germ free, I turned on my computer. I queued up the security system and found Delaine in the kitchen. I’d told her she could do whatever she wanted, and this was what she chose to do? She was washing the dishes by hand while dancing around to a beat that was obviously in her head. I’d have to try to remember to buy her an iPod on our shopping excursion. Her hips swayed to and fro as she hopped around and tossed her hair back and forth. Soapsuds floated in the air about her, and she turned in a circle with her head thrown back, spinning and laughing like she didn’t have a care in the world. I couldn’t help but chuckle when a strand of hair got caught in her mouth and she spat and swiped at it, succeeding in inadvertently landing a clump of bubbles on the tip of her nose. Blowing a puff of air out of her mouth, the bubbles went flying and she went back to work on the dishes.

  I closed out the program, knowing the distraction of watching her would keep me from reviewing the files I needed to go over and writing an email to Mason to be forwarded to the board members in the morning.

  A couple of hours later, I was seeing double before I was through with my work. I powered down my computer and turned off my desk lamp before heading up to bed.

  Delaine was already fast asleep when I reached the bedroom, looking angelic. But I knew she was actually the devil in disguise. I took a quick shower and slid under the covers, pleased to find that she was nude, as requested. So I snuggled into her backside and wrapped my arm around her stomach. She shifted a bit in her sleep and murmured something unintelligible before she settled back down and her breathing evened out.

  The thought occurred to me that I might have bitten off more than I could chew with Delaine, and that would never do. Tomorrow I would reassert my position and remind her and myself of the reason she was here.

  Tomorrow …

  ~$~

  I woke the next morning, my cock in the same precarious position between her creamy thighs as it had been yesterday. Today would be different, though. She was here for a reason, and although I wasn’t a total bastard, I did have needs.

  My left arm was draped over her waist, my hand cupping the awesomeness that was her boob. (Seriously, did I just use the word “boob”? asked the grown-ass man who apparently reverted to a seventeen-year-old kid when he was touching boobies. Dear God, my mind was turning to mush over her tits.) The pad of my thumb swept over her nipple and … nothing. Well, that would never do. So I made another pass, pinching it slightly between my thumb and finger with each sweep.

  Houston, we have pebbling!

  She squirmed a little in her sleep, and I hoped it was because I was making her feel good and not because she could actually hear my overly immature inner ramblings. Her squirming called attention to the iron rod attached to my body and how insanely amazing it felt when it slid back and forth between her warm thighs.

  I just needed a wee bit of lubrication and I should be able to sufficiently get off without ever dipping my wick into her virginal pussy. She wasn’t ready for that yet, even though I was dying to get in there.

  I kissed her bare shoulder and made a slow trail of follow-up kisses along the width of it until I reached her neck. All the while I slowly pumped my hips back and forth and rolled her nipple between my fingers. Delaine gave me a little moan and brought her hand up to cover mine. I froze for a second, concerned that she might protest against what I was doing, and then I realized that I really didn’t fucking care if she wanted me to continue or not.

  To my surprise, she didn’t try to remove my hand. Instead, she started massaging it, encouraging me to knead her breast more aggressively. That one not-so-simple act caused my hips to buck forward, and I could feel her go rigid when her hand shot down between her legs and she found my cock.

  “Not yet,” I whispered against her neck, and then I began to suck at her skin there.

  She shivered in my arms, and that shot straight to my dick, making me impossibly harder. I needed more friction. I moved my hand down her stomach and between her legs and opened her folds to allow her wetness to coat my cock. I slid back and forth a couple of times and couldn’t stifle the moan the warmth of her juices elicited.

  “You feel so good … just … like … this,” I said with each gentle thr
ust of my hips against her.

  Delaine arched her back and changed the angle I was rubbing against, but I knew it still wasn’t what she needed. I took her hand and guided it lower so that she could feel us moving together. The arch in her back became even more pronounced as I pressed our hands tighter to the underside of my dick, and because my fingers were longer, I stretched my thumb to press the head of my cock to her clit.

  “Oh!” she gasped, and rolled her back to glide along my length until she hit the spot again.

  “More,” I moaned against her shoulder.

  I pulled back and thrust forward again, the head of my dick pressed so closely to her that it inadvertently pressed against her opening. The tip barely entered her before I pulled away and thrust forward again. What surprised the shit out of me was that she was pressing back and didn’t even go stiff when I was at her entrance.

  Her hand kept me pressed against her as I slid back and forth between her wet folds with more urgency. She didn’t need me to keep her in place any longer, so I pulled away and grabbed her hip for leverage. She felt so soft and warm and slick. My cock was swimming in her wetness and I couldn’t get enough of it. Harder and faster I thrust, her slick thumb brushing over the slit on the head of my dick and then flicking over the pronounced ridge. She was driving me insane.

  I had to slow down, so I made long strokes against her, purposely letting the head of my dick push against her opening again. She pushed back and I forced just the tip inside. Instantly she froze. She held her breath and tensed up every muscle in her body.

  “Relax, baby,” I whispered in her ear. My breathing was out of control and I was nuzzling her neck trying to compose myself while the head of my cock was still just barely inside her. Fuck, she smelled so good and she felt even better.

  “I want you so fucking bad,” I panted, still not moving for fear that I would take her. “Goddamnit, why do you feel so fucking good?”

  My cock throbbed with the need to pound into her tight pussy. A little voice inside my head screamed for me to thrust, grind, pull, thrust, grind, pull. Maybe if I just allowed myself a tiny bit more …

  “Don’t move, kitten,” I murmured against the nape of her neck.

  I inched forward minutely, feeling her walls constrict around me as I allowed the entire head of my cock to be encompassed by her. A minuscule amount of movement was all I allowed myself.

  “Don’t … move.” My voice was practically begging her as I squeezed my eyes shut and fought back the urge to give my cock exactly what he wanted.

  A tiny whimper escaped her throat and I felt her hand slip between her thighs to stroke me.

  “Fuck!” I pulled out of her abruptly and shot out of bed.

  “What? What’s wrong?” She sat up, confused.

  “Goddamnit! You can’t do shit like that, Delaine! It’s taking every ounce of control I have not to fuck the living daylights out of you right now, and you go and encourage me! What were you thinking?”

  She bowed her head and let her hair fall like a curtain to shield her face from me. She rocked back and forth with her forehead on her knees as she mumbled. “I don’t know. I guess I thought you’d like it. You just felt so good,” she groaned.

  Well, what do ya know? She fucking wanted it, too.

  A giant smile spread across my face, and I stalked back toward the bed, my dick still at full mast and ready to give her what we both wanted. And then my cocksucker of a goddamn motherfucking son-of-a-bitch cell phone started ringing. I had half a mind to chuck the fucker out of the damn window, but I knew I couldn’t.

  I groaned and walked over to the nightstand where it sat, my dick bobbing up and down with my movement. “Crawford!” I barked into the phone.

  “Good morning, Mr. Crawford. I hope I didn’t wake you,” replied the nasal voice of David’s secretary.

  “What do you want, Mandy?”

  “Mr. Stone wanted me to let you know that he’s called an emergency meeting of the board members in light of the recent crisis,” she said.

  “What crisis?”

  “Have you not seen the news? The stock market is plummeting all over the place due to the oil spill. Scarlet Lotus’s holdings have taken a real hit.”

  “Son of a …” I started, wiping at my face. “Fine. I’ll be in right away. Tell Mason to wait for me downstairs with the latest reports.”

  I hung up the phone without another word and turned to Delaine. “I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to take you shopping today.”

  “What am I supposed to do about clothes? Wear more of your things?” she asked with much attitude as she finally looked up at me.

  “As much as I love to see you wearing my clothes, I don’t really have anything small enough for you.” And then I got an idea. “I’ll have Polly take you instead. She has great taste.”

  I pulled my wallet out of the nightstand drawer and took out the gold card. “Here. Don’t be worried about how much you spend; I’m sure Polly won’t be. I’ll call her and let her know what you’ll need, but you can get anything else that you’d like.”

  “And in the meantime?” she asked, looking down at herself. “I can’t exactly go out looking like this.”

  “I’ll have Polly bring something of hers for you to borrow.”

  I dialed Polly on my way to the bathroom and filled her in on what Delaine needed in her wardrobe, saving the lingerie shopping for me to do with her, of course. There would be parties that we would need to attend, and I wanted to be sure she was dressed appropriately. Of course Polly was all too happy to take Delaine on a shopping spree on my dime. I warned her not to be too pushy with Delaine and to let her pick some things out on her own. I also gave her explicit instructions not to pry. Anything Delaine wanted her to know, she’d share of her own accord.

  When I had finished getting dressed, I gave Delaine last-minute instructions. “Don’t tell her anything about our arrangement, no matter how hard she digs for the information. Tell her what you want of your personal life, but as far as anyone knows, we met in LA. I should be home around six. Make sure you’re waiting for me at the door.”

  With that, I picked her up, accosted her mouth with a rough kiss, and let her fall back to the bed. “I was really looking forward to having you model lingerie for me today. Another time.” I winked and playfully smacked her ass before grabbing my briefcase and jacket.

  I hated having to leave her like that to deal with Polly alone on their very first meeting, but I had no choice. Hopefully she’d be strong enough to deal with Polly, or evasive enough to keep her at bay for the time being. Plus I was really hoping the whole shopping spree thing would soften the blow by keeping Polly too distracted to pry.

  I could only hope.…

  6

  dastardly duo

  Lanie

  “Hello? Is anybody home?” I heard a singsong voice call from the entryway. “Delaine? It’s me, Polly, personal shopper extraordinaire, here to whisk you away to what I consider to be paradise.”

  I hurried down the staircase, wearing the same shirt I had put on the night before for dinner. And, as embarrassed as I was to meet a stranger for the first time in nothing but my john’s shirt, I really had no other choice.

  “Make sure the silver gets polished this week, and tell the cook to change tonight’s menu to pot roast.” Polly scribbled something on a paper attached to a clipboard and then handed it back to the same maid who had given me directions to the kitchen yesterday morning. “Thanks, Beatrice. You’re all doing a wonderful job, as usual.”

  She looked up then and saw me. “Oh, hey!” Obviously she was one of those cheery morning-person types. Her hair was platinum blond and bouncy, and she was so smiley and unbelievably gorgeous that she reminded me of a high school cheer captain in an eighties movie. It was almost infectious, and part of me wanted to punch her for making me feel like that.

  “Um, hi,” I said awkwardly. “Lanie Talbot.”

  “Polly Hunt,” she said with a wide smile
. “I’m so ecstatic to finally meet you!”

  I stuck my hand out in a friendly gesture, but she rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh, please!” She snorted softly through her pert nose as she waved off my somewhat formal greeting. “We’re going to be shopping all day together. In my world, that’s like having sex.” She giggled and then grabbed me for a quick hug. “This is for you, by the way,” she said, handing me a pink bag.

  “Clothes?” I asked, just to be sure.

  “Yes, ma’am. Say, what happened to all of your clothes anyway?”

  “About that …,” I hedged, not having a clue how to answer. “My moving here to be with Noah was kind of a rushed decision, and I didn’t really have time to pack very much. What little I did bring didn’t seem to be up to par with the styles and trends you guys wear around here, so I got rid of them.”

  There. That sounded like fashion-speak, right?

  Polly arched a perfectly manicured brow, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. She squinted her eyes at me in doubt. “And you were naked when you did this?”

  “Um, no,” I half laughed. “Of course not, silly. The clothes I had on are just dirty. Yeah, they’re dirty.”

  “Uh-huh.” She eyed me suspiciously. “Well, why don’t you go ahead and get changed and we’ll get going?”

  ~$~

  Riding in Polly’s little red Beamer scared the shit out of me. Multitasking was a gift, but I wasn’t so sure it was a gift that should’ve been used while driving. She was doing well over the legal speed limit while bopping along to the radio and talking even faster than she drove without taking so much as a breath that I could tell. Every now and then she honked the horn and cursed at a fellow motorist for going too slow or changing lanes at a time that wasn’t convenient for her.

  “It’s Chicago. Learn to keep up or get off the road, assholes!” She looked at me and shook her head while rolling her eyes. “People who are obviously scared are dangerous and have no business behind the wheel of a car.”