Fighting Dirty

by Sidney Halston

  “I was the closest one when the call came in. So you going to answer my question?” He extended his hand to Enzo, who took it in a firm handshake. Jack was Slade’s best friend and Enzo had seen him training a few times at the Academy. Enzo and Jack weren’t exactly friends, but they were definitely acquaintances, which was the case with almost every single person in Tarpon Springs—everyone knew everyone, which meant that everyone was at the very least an acquaintance. “We’re on a date,” JL said by way of explanation.

  “Couldn’t take her somewhere nicer?” Jack chuckled. “You in the habit of breaking and entering on all your dates, Silva?”

  “What can I say? It’s not a date unless we risk arrest.”

  Jamie Lynn laughed. “It’s all my fault, Jack. I dragged him in there to show him a book. Bless his heart, you probably scared the shit out of him with your siren.” She looked over at Enzo and feigned a pout. “He’ll probably never want to go out with me again after this.”

  “I figured it was your idea.” Jack chuckled. “Head on home, guys. Be glad it was me and not another officer.”

  Jamie Lynn got on the tips of her toes and hugged Jack. “You rock, Jack. Have a good night.”

  For some reason the contact between Jamie Lynn and Jack made Enzo uncomfortable. Jack was happily married and Jamie Lynn wasn’t flirting or anything. But still, he didn’t like it. He’d never been a jealous man, and the fact that it made him jealous irritated him. Enzo wrapped his arm around Jamie Lynn and tucked her close. “Thanks for the help, Jack,” he said.

  Jack took in Enzo’s posture and laughed. “Stay out of trouble, kids,” he told them before he headed to his car and drove off.

  “Well, that was…interesting,” she said, sounding more hyper than usual. “You napped, saved me from a panic attack, and almost got arrested. I think my work here’s done.” She rubbed her palms together. “Except that I’m starving.”

  “Now can I treat you to food?”

  “Nope. I’m going to make you my world-famous tacos.”

  “You’re going to cook for me?” This woman just continued to surprise him time after time.

  “Unless I’ve sufficiently scared you and you want to end the date right now. I’d completely understand.”

  “You have sufficiently scared me. But I’m ready to taste your tacos.” As soon as he said it he realized how it sounded, and at the look on his face she doubled over in laughter. He didn’t laugh, though. He actually blushed.

  “Oh, my God, loosen up,” she told him. “Haven’t I taught you anything today? So you’re kind of pervy. It’s cute.”

  “I think it’s your mind that’s kind of pervy,” he retorted. More gently he added, “I just don’t want you to think I’m expecting something. I just like your company. I mean, I definitely want more. But I’m cool either way.”

  “How cute. You’re stammering. You’re nervous.”

  “I am not.”

  She poked his side. “You are. You’re totally nervous. And you definitely didn’t learn anything today. You’re still uptight.” She dropped her purse on the grass, stepped close to him, and poked him some more. “I thought I had loosened the stick a little. You know, the one up your ass.”

  He swatted her hands away. “I don’t have a stick up my ass.” But she was fast and continued to poke him. “Stop doing that,” he snorted. He took a step closer to her, pretending to be intimidating.

  But instead of running, which was what he’d expected her to do, she tickled his neck, then tried to poke him in the ribs again. He attempted to grab her fingers, but the little pixie was fast and he was laughing too much to stop her.

  “Oh my God, you’re ticklish!” she said gleefully.

  “Stop that!” He laughed, trying to swat her fingers away. She seemed to have a dozen hands at the moment. He held his hands out, attempting to shield himself, but failed miserably.

  “No way. I’ve never seen you laugh like this. This is great.” She giggled and launched herself at him. He took that opportunity and the fact that she weighed nothing to playfully tackle her to the grass and subdue her. But she was fast. “You are going to totally lose that MMA bout if you can’t pin down a girl,” she snickered, trying to grip his wrist since he too was now trying to tickle her. “Lorenzo Silva tickled and pinned by a girl,” she singsonged. He tried to catch his breath, but he was laughing too hard and she was kicking and pushing, all arms and legs.

  “Wait. Stop,” he gasped. “Stop. I can’t breathe.”

  She wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and took a deep breath as his phone began to ring for the umpteenth time since he’d picked her up that morning. He reached for his pocket to silence it, but she snatched it from his hands and threw it toward a grassy area a few feet away.

  “I cannot believe you just threw my phone.” He shifted over her, his body pressing down on hers.

  She pushed him gently away so that he wasn’t right on top of her, her laughter fading away. “I did. I warned you that this was a no-phone date. You broke the rules, Pretty Boy.”

  A noise from a car down the street was the only sound that could be heard, except for their heavy breathing. The dead-end street was empty and quiet. She moved an inch, and he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. “No more tickling,” he said gruffly.

  “Wasn’t going to,” she replied in a raspy voice.

  “Never met a woman like you, Jamie Lynn.” One of his legs was positioned between hers and his chest was almost, but not quite, on hers; he could feel her breasts against his chest as she breathed. The air thickened, and the moment of laughter was gone and replaced with a heavy sexual charge the likes of which he’d never experienced before. Before he knew what was happening, she brought her head up and kissed him quickly. She dropped her head back down and stared at him, searching his face for something.

  “Are you begging yet, baby?” His eyes searched hers for an answer.

  She pulled her hands free from his grip, wrapped them around his neck, and pulled his head down, shifting their positions so that she was on top of him. Their mouths crashed and her lips immediately opened, allowing his tongue access to her mouth. It was the first time he’d ever been kissed with such wanton need. Her tongue sought his, and he wrapped his arms around her waist as her fingers fisted his hair. As the kiss intensified, he dug his fingers deep into her waist. He had never wanted anyone or anything as bad as he wanted her at that moment. She gyrated her hips against his thigh frantically as he cupped her breast with one hand and roamed lower with the other.

  “I told you that you’d be begging,” he said in a low, husky voice, his Brazilian accent coming out heavier than she’d ever heard.

  She broke away. “I haven’t begged for anything.”

  He cupped her breasts and her sex roughly. “You sure about that?”

  She looked at him for a brief second, then shrugged. “Fuck it. I’m begging.”

  His lips crushed back onto hers, and he kissed her for all he was worth. Then his tongue moved down her jaw to her neck, where he nibbled and sucked as she tipped her head back to give him room to work.

  “Fuck. That feels so good,” she said as she ground against his leg.

  The kissing and touching continued, and soon Enzo realized he couldn’t take it much longer—his cock was pulsating with need.

  Evidently she was feeling the same way. “Okay, I get that you like to kiss,” she murmured, “but seriously, you need to go lower.” She put his hand where she wanted it.

  He groaned and took both her hands in one of his and dragged them back over her head. “Stop moving,” he said as he continued to kiss lower.

  “Oh, God, Enzo,” she moaned.

  He shifted to get on top of her, but she stopped him.

  “Don’t get on top of me, okay?” she said, her voice a combination of need and embarrassment. He stopped and looked at her, confused. “Don’t like when someone’s on top of me, is all,” she added, pulling his face back to hers.
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  Not completely sure what she meant, he went back to work on kissing her, careful not to make her feel uncomfortable and trying to forget that they were in the middle of a field by a parking lot.

  He bit down on her nipple, which was still covered by her shirt, and she lifted off the ground. “Holy fuck!” Then he did it again, leaving her panting with need. “Jesus Christ, you’re a good kisser.”

  He stood up and in one swoop had her in his arms.

  “You want to stop now?” she complained.

  “I’ve already been almost arrested tonight; I don’t want to get actually arrested. Plus, I don’t want our first time to be like this.” He walked them over to his car, put her down, and opened the door, but before he could say anything she pushed him with all her might onto the passenger seat, so that he landed sitting halfway inside the car and halfway out. He needed to keep his guard up with her, because the little minx kept surprising him.

  “Live a little,” she said as she got on her knees and began to unbuckle his belt.

  “Jamie Lynn…,” he warned, but didn’t exactly pull away.

  “Haven’t you learned one thing about me today?”

  “Yeah, I have. You’re even more beautiful, funnier, sweeter, and crazier than I thought.”

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Pretty Boy,” she said as she pulled his hard cock out of his shorts. “Oh wow.” She held it firmly with both hands. “It looks like it wants to be kissed.” She leaned down and licked it from head to base and back. He moaned and fell back against the seat. The gearshift dug into his neck, but he didn’t care. Her warm tongue laved his dick up and down until he felt like he was about to come. He shifted his body and moved her so she was forced to stop. With his shorts around his ankles he climbed out of his car and did a quick survey of the area. There really was no one around, and even if there had been, he wouldn’t have stopped, because at that point he just couldn’t not fuck her.

  Pushing aside any concern he had about being caught, he pulled her shorts and panties down and lifted her onto the hood of his car. His car, which he loved. The same car he had detailed and waxed weekly. The same car he parked at the far end of every parking lot so that there wouldn’t be any dings or scratches. But she was completely bare, and the red lips tattooed by her pelvic bone were calling to him.

  He reached down, pulled his wallet out, and said a silent prayer that he had a condom tucked inside. Thank God. Quickly he ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on. All the while, Jamie Lynn was leaning up on her elbows, watching mesmerized. He inched his dick toward her opening and she lay down flat on the car, waiting. He pushed her knees up and leaned in to penetrate her, but at the last second changed his mind and instead bent down and licked her from top to bottom and then took her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over and over again. Eating her out wasn’t something he’d planned on doing, but she’d been irresistible—all bare and glistening. She must’ve not been expecting it either, because she almost jumped off the hood of the car. “Holy shit!”

  Careful not to hold her too firmly, he placed his hands on her hips and licked some more.

  “Enzo! Enzo!”

  He pulled back, and then in one fast movement pushed his rock-hard cock into her. He didn’t even wait for her to get used to the sensation—he just began to move in and out. She couldn’t find purchase on anything, so she cupped her breasts, and his hands dug into her waist. The sound of skin smacking together, her ass rubbing against the metal of his car, and her loud moans was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard. “Keep doing that, baby. Play with your tits. Don’t stop.” She pinched her nipples as he thrust harder and harder. Her pussy began to clench tight and then tighter around his cock. “Talk to me, Enzo. Keep talking!”

  “What?”

  “Say something. I’m about to come.”

  “Like dirty?”

  “No, a fucking algebra equation. Yes, dirty! Say something dirty. I’m about to come.”

  He rarely cursed. Definitely he had dirty thoughts, but he never said them out loud. His sex life had consisted of mostly vanilla sex with his vanilla ex-wife. Since they’d been separated, he’d had some random hook-ups, but nothing serious, mostly just to quench his needs. Definitely nothing like this.

  Dirty? Fuck. What was he supposed to say?

  She must’ve noticed his apprehension. “What are you thinking right now? This very second.”

  “I’m looking at how your pussy sucks in my cock and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “Oh, God.” She closed her eyes and arched her back. Damn, it was turning her on, so he continued. “That even though this feels so fucking amazing, I want to pull my dick out and lick your pussy so bad. I want your juices dripping down my chin and down my throat as you come. You tasted delicious.” With that, her pussy swallowed him up and pulsed around his dick as she came hard and fast. He grunted as he chased her orgasm.

  “Just let go, Enzo. Forget everything except the way you feel inside of me,” she said as she wrapped her legs around him. “You’re even uptight with your dick in my pussy,” she said, deliberately goading him, and he slammed two more times inside of her, yelling a stream of Portuguese words he knew she didn’t understand as he came. Then finally he collapsed next to her.

  “That was good,” she said.

  Good? How often was this woman having sex that this was just good? For him it had been the best, wildest sex of his life.

  “You’ve had sex on a hood of a hundred-thousand-dollar car before?”

  She laughed. “Definitely not. I haven’t had sex outside, either. First for me.”

  He let out a breath, feeling very happy and a lot proud that he’d given her this first. “Me neither. It was great.”

  “Yeah, I didn’t want to sound like an overzealous idiot, but man, that was fucking awesome.” She took his limp hand and used it to high five herself. “Brazil rocks.”

  He snorted out a laugh. “I’ve also never high-fived a woman while my dick’s still partially inside of her.” He pulled away, took the condom off and tied the end, and pulled his shorts back on before helping her off the car. He helped her right her clothes and then brought her into a tight, sweet hug.

  Chapter 6

  A hug? She’d never been hugged after sex. It was too intimate, and JL didn’t do intimacy. Especially not with someone like Enzo. Someone who she knew was probably dying to get to a well-lit area to check whether his zillion-dollar automobile had been scratched. She awkwardly but gently pushed away and got in the car. She felt odd now. They’d had a long date, spending the entire day together, and now it was over. Well, it definitely ended with a bang, she thought.

  After spending ten minutes searching for his phone, which, when they found it, was amazingly undamaged, they got into his car and he took her hand in his as he drove.

  “You’re quiet,” he said.

  “Am I?”

  “Yeah.” He was stopped at a red light and she could feel his eyes on her. He leaned across the center and cupped her face with his hand, forcing her to look at him, and then he kissed her. Unlike the kiss in the parking lot, this was soft but no less passionate. She hesitated only a moment before kissing him back. Someone honked from behind them, bringing their moment to a halt. He turned back to concentrate on the road, but instead of continuing straight to her apartment, he made an abrupt U-turn.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Today’s been about new things, right? Well, I’m taking you to my house.”

  “Oh, let me guess. You’re one of those cool, mysterious men who never take a woman to their house unless she’s special. I’ll be the first woman to have ever been blessed to have slept in your one-million-thread-count sheets,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

  “Actually, no. What’s new to me is that I’m going to ignore my early morning meeting tomorrow, I’m going to ignore the fact that you may have to work tomorrow, and I’m going to take you to my house, without asking
. I’m just going to do it, and I’m going to let loose for the first time in my life.”

  “Are you, now?” she asked coyly. “Why would I want to go with you to your house, and how exactly are you going to let loose?”

  “Instead of keeping things inside, I’m going to lay it all out there. I’m going to tell you all the nasty, dirty things that are rolling through my mind. I want this date to be something you remember. I want you to want a second date, and then a third. I didn’t get a chance to see your entire body naked. I didn’t get a chance to make love to you properly. Most important, though, I just had a little sip of you, and now I can’t get you out of my senses. I will not be able to sleep or work, or basically do anything, until I get to taste you. Completely. Thoroughly. Selfishly. Because, Jamie Lynn, I have to make you come with my tongue.”

  “Damn!” She pretended to fan herself. “I thought you didn’t do dirty talk.”

  “Guess you created a monster. Hope you’re ready.” He pulled into his driveway.

  She unlatched her seatbelt, crawled over to the driver’s side, and straddled him. “Oh, sugar, I am so ready.”

  She began to kiss his neck, her breasts pressing against his chest. He slid his hand down the back of her shorts and grabbed her ass. “Going to bite right here as soon as I can get you in my bed.”

  She groaned into his neck and slowly moved her hand down between their bodies to cup him through his shorts.

  Taking her wrist to stop her, Enzo opened the car door and got out with her still wrapped around him, her hands fisting his hair, her breath coming hard, and her mouth moving from his neck to his earlobe, which apparently had a direct line down to his throbbing cock.

  Struggling to find his keys, he finally opened the door to his house, kicked it closed behind him, and went straight to his bedroom upstairs. As soon as he had one knee on his bed, it was on.

  She pulled her shirt over her head and threw it to the side as he fumbled with his belt and shorts. As soon as they were both naked, her kneeling on his bed and him standing less than a foot away, they stared at each other’s bodies. He was about to tell her how sexy she looked when she scrunched her nose and said, “We stink.”