Dirty Little Quickies

by Shanora Williams

  Bingo.

  That was it, for both of us.

  I took the bottle away from her and placed it behind her on the banister. While I did, I didn’t dare pull my body away from hers. We were pressed together as I forced her to take several steps back. She bumped into the edge of the bannister, breathing harder.

  “If it happens, you’re going to do everything I say,” I said lowly in her ear.

  “Okay,” she panted.

  “And when I want to be rough, I’ll be fucking rough.” I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck. “And when I want to be gentle and take things slowly—” I lowered my head, my lips running over her neck. I sucked her there, gently. Softly. And she sighed hard and heavy. “—I’ll take things slowly.” I pulled back, pressing my forehead to hers. “Sound good to you?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, and like she couldn’t help herself, she clutched the hair on the nape of my neck, threw her other arm around me, and crushed my lips.

  This girl did things to me—things I couldn’t possibly understand. How was it that I’d just met her, had never lowered my guard down for any of my clients, but then Chanel Gooding waltzed right in and broke down my walls?

  I wanted to own this girl in every way possible. I could tell she’d never had a real man and she was craving one in this very instant. That asshole she’d dated couldn’t give her what she needed. But I could.

  I peeled her leather jacket away and then picked her up by the hips. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I stumbled toward my bed, dropping her on her back and guiding my body between her legs. I looked down at her, studying her.

  She was beautiful. Young, naïve, but far from innocent. I couldn’t fucking do this. Temptation at its finest and I was being so fucking weak right now.

  “Fuck, Chanel,” I groaned, shaking my head.

  She panted, “Please don’t stop, Kobe. Please.”

  Damn it. Her voice. The way she begged. It’s like she knew exactly what to say and how to turn me on. I couldn’t help what I did next. I kissed her again, harder this time, sweeping my tongue over hers, tasting the whiskey on her breath. She had clearly taken several shots to build up the courage to come here.

  Her hand ran down my chest when I pulled back, and she stopped at the button of my jeans. Unbuttoning them, she shoved the fabric down and then tugged my boxers down too.

  I stood up and took them off, giving her exactly what she wanted. Her eyes grew wider when she saw my hard cock. I gripped it, stroking slowly, running my thumb over the thick, mushroom tip.

  “Take your pants off,” I commanded in a growl.

  She raked my body with her eyes before pushing off the bed and standing. I took a step back as she pulled her pants down to her ankles and stepped out of them.

  She was wearing lavender lace panties. I could see her waxed pussy beneath, but not clearly enough. I needed to see more.

  “Panties too,” I ordered. She did as told, rolling them down to her ankles with ease. She stepped out of those as well and then pulled her shirt over her head.

  She was completely naked and my cock throbbed from the mere sight of her.

  “Damn, Chanel,” I sighed. She was fucking exquisite. “Come here,” I told her as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip. She walked my way and as soon as she stopped in front of me, I tipped her chin with my left hand, still stroking my cock with the right.

  “Touch it,” I murmured on her lips.

  She watched my eyes carefully before dropping her hand, wrapping it around the base. I looked down, watching her play with me. Her hand looked too small for it.

  I stiffened as she pumped my cock, my eyes dragging up to find hers again. I stopped her before she could get me too close. Her touch alone was about to make me explode.

  “Knees,” I ordered.

  She licked her bottom lip, lowering to a squat. Her legs were spread wide open for me, her perky tits bouncing with every movement. She looked up at me with bright gray eyes, waiting for my next command.

  “Go ahead,” I murmured, pushing her hair back. “Suck my cock, baby.”

  As soon as I said it, she looked at it, spreading her lips apart and taking most of my dick into her mouth. She gagged at first, gripping the base of it.

  “It’s bigger than I thought it would be,” she said when she pulled back to catch air, lips damp, eyes focused on it.

  “Look at me,” I told her. Her eyes flashed up to meet mine. I grabbed her hair, pressing the tip of my cock on her lips. Pre-cum glistened on her top lip and she licked it away, moaning like she loved the taste of it. Fuck, she was trying to kill me.

  Her mouth opened wider and she wrapped her full lips around the head.

  I groaned, abs constricting as she took me deeper down her throat, trying to fit my whole cock in her mouth.

  “Keep looking at me,” I groaned, palming the back of her head with my hand, staring into her eyes. “You look so sexy with your mouth around my cock. You know that, baby?” She moaned and pressed her palms on my thighs, her gray eyes locked right on mine, and she sucked a little faster, her tongue flat on my shaft.

  Shit, I was close. Like I’d said, it’d been a while since this happened. I loved how her velvety tongue felt on my dick, but I bet her pussy was going to feel even better.

  I pressed a hand on her shoulder and she gave me one last suck before standing in front of me.

  I was too fucking ready now. I picked her up and placed her down on the edge of the bed, pushing her knees to her chest and exposing her wet, pink pussy.

  “I’ve been wondering since we met, how sweet your pussy tastes.” I bent over, grazing the slit of her pussy with my tongue. Fuck, she tasted exactly like I knew she would. Fresh and so fucking sweet. She shuddered, breathing harder and clutching the sheets.

  I gripped the base of my swollen cock, peering up at her, over the beautiful dips and valleys of her body. “I want you to watch me eat your pussy, superstar,” I growled, and before she could talk, or tell me how stupid that nickname was to her, I buried my tongue in her pussy.

  ELEVEN

  Chanel

  As soon as his tongue slid through, my toes curled and my back bowed. I let out a shrill yelp, clutching the sheets with one hand and grabbing a fistful of his hair with the other.

  He groaned between my thighs, causing a vibrating sensation that tingled the most delicate parts of my body. I gasped as he gradually slid his tongue up, lapping up every trace before pressing his tongue flat on my clit.

  “Oh, my goodness,” I breathed, squeezing his dark, silky hair in my hand. I angled my hips down, trying to get him deeper as his tongue dipped into the entrance of my pussy again.

  “You taste so good,” he groaned, pulling back just a fraction before going back at it again, swirling his hot, hungry tongue around my swollen nub. “Don’t look away from me. Watch me eat your pussy,” he growled on the damp skin above my clit. “This is what you wanted, right?”

  “Yes,” I sighed. It was exactly what I wanted. So I kept my eyes open and my head up, watching as he ate and sucked me like I was his favorite forbidden fruit. He pulled his hand away from his cock and brought both hands up to tilt my hips and put me in a better angle.

  And as he sucked my clit like that, in a position I’d never experienced before, I felt my entire body overheating. I was on the verge of exploding, and I couldn’t help sealing my eyes and gripping the sheets between my fingers. My thighs trembled around his head, and before I knew it, I was crying out his name, trembling like never before.

  He held my hips and finished me off, drinking me in, groaning like he loved the taste of me.

  After finishing me off, he dropped my legs and stood up. My chest worked hard as I tried catching my breath, but this man didn’t hesitate. He grabbed both of my legs and wrapped them around his waist, and then grabbed his cock, sliding the length of it between my slick folds. He teased me all over again, making me writhe beneath him, my clit throbbing, aching as he rubbed up and
down.

  “I’m not finished with you yet,” he rasped, still teasing my pussy with his beautiful cock. “You want to feel my cock in your pretty little pussy, don’t you?”

  I nodded like an innocent child, eyes begging.

  “Speak, baby,” he commanded softly, gently pushing the head into the entrance of my pussy. Only the tip. Enough to make me speak because I wanted it all.

  “Yes, I do,” I answered breathlessly.

  He jerked the head back out and released a shaky breath, leaving me empty again. “Fuck.”

  I could tell he was thinking about the consequences. His head shook and his eyes were squeezed tight, trying to hold off.

  I knew how he felt. We’d come so far. We were so close. He was right there. Already so damn hard, glistening at the tip.

  “Please, Kobe,” I begged again. “I want you to fuck me. I don’t care what my dad says.” I ran my palm over his cock and his eyes remained sealed, trying to keep his composure.

  When his eyes opened, they were heated and filled with lusty, wicked flames. His thick tip pressed into me again, this time going a little deeper, and he inched his way in, stretching me wide—wider than I had been accustomed to.

  My first time was with my ex. And it was awful and rushed and he wasn’t that big. But Kobe? God, Kobe was so big and thick and with each slow and savory inch inside me, he made me throb more and more around him.

  “You want me to fuck you?” he asked in a low, deep voice, his forehead pressing down on mine. As he lowered his body, he shoved my knees up to my chest and I felt him then. Really felt him. He was so deep, so hard and swollen and full. I gripped his forearms, my lips falling open as he withdrew and then thrust his cock in again. “Fine,” he groaned. “I’ll fuck you, show you what a real man feels like.”

  His words were powerful. They almost made me come. That’s how sexy he sounded saying them.

  My back arched as he positioned himself on his knees, still deep inside me, and lifted me upright against his body, gliding me up and down on his stiff cock, my chest pressed to his, my pussy wrapped around all of him. I gasped with each lift and drop, my arms bolted around his neck.

  “Shit, Chanel.” His rumble was heavy, coming from deep in his chest. “Your pussy feels way better than I ever could have imagined, baby.”

  “Faster,” I begged, and I kissed him hard, just as he held my ass in his large hands and bounced me up and down on his big cock. Our lips didn’t part as he drilled upward, filling me to the brink, groans riding roughly through his body.

  We both became slick with sweat, desperate to come. And it didn’t take long at all for it to happen.

  I felt him tense up and then curse as I lightly sank my teeth into his bottom lip and sucked on it. His grip tightened on my ass and then he lowered me to my back again, pushing one of my knees up and burying deep.

  He plunged three beautiful times before burying his face into my neck and sucking on the crook of it. My legs locked around him, thighs shaking all over again. My walls tightened around him, eyes shut tight, and I came. I came just as hard as he did.

  “Holy shit!” He was still deep, throbbing in my pussy with each spurt of release.

  My arms were locked tight around him, my breaths chaotic. I tried catching it, but it was useless.

  “Wow,” I panted when he pulled out and rolled over. Never in my life had I experienced something so powerful. So…real. Holy shit was right. He’d blown my expectations out of the water.

  Kobe breathed hard with his forearm draped over his eyes, trying to claim oxygen. His chest was damp with sweat, his cock sated, resting on his thigh. I climbed on top of him, purposely grinding on his soft cock, pressing my full lips to his.

  My tongue danced around his, and he gave me exactly what I wanted. His hands came down to my hips, holding me down, and he kissed me back, swirling his tongue around mine.

  I broke the kiss, dropping my lips to his neck, sucking on it, nipping.

  “And here I was thinking you were innocent,” he chuckled.

  I smiled behind my next kiss, trailing my lips down until my face was hovering over his now semi-hard cock. I looked up but he was already watching me. I grabbed him, sucked the tip, and then kissed it. His eyes lit up as he watched me kiss it again, then run my tongue over the slit at the tip.

  He grabbed me, guiding my body back up so my lips hovered above his, and then flipping me onto my back. He lowered himself, lips inches away from my skin, until he was right where he needed to be—with his face hovering over my sex.

  His tongue slid all the way through, finding the pearl between my legs. He licked my sensitive clit and I sighed. Skye was right. He knew a lot of things in the bedroom.

  He kissed me there, on the hidden pearl, holding my eyes. “Mine,” he growled, and his tongue swirled around my swollen nub again, causing a hard shudder to hit me. “Your pussy is all mine, Chanel.”

  Kobe clutched my hips next, sighing and groaning, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

  And then he ate me.

  He ate my pussy like it was his last fucking meal.

  TWELVE

  Kobe

  I don’t know when we fell asleep last night. I know we drank several glasses of whiskey before I fucked her again. I think we passed out right after.

  The sun was just rising, creeping over the horizon. I shifted sideways, groaning as I rubbed my eyes. When I opened them, Chanel was already standing, collecting her clothes. She pulled her jeans over both legs first and then put on her shirt, covering her rosy nipples.

  “I have a flight in a few hours. Should finish packing,” she said, pulling her hair up into a ponytail. “I’ll see you then?”

  I nodded as she walked backward, toward the door. “Yeah. Be down to meet you in two.”

  She smiled softly, her cheeks tinged red.

  I could tell she was thinking about last night.

  Shit, so was I.

  I don’t know what the hell had gotten into me. I knew this was wrong. I needed this job more than anything else right now. I needed to stop this before she fell deeper…but how?

  How, when her pussy was all I could think about now?

  I knew one thing for sure. As soon as she walked out that door, I was going to crave her all over again.

  This was so messed up.

  THIRTEEN

  Chanel

  I couldn’t stop smiling when I left his apartment.

  During my short ride down the elevator, I sighed with the goofiest grin I could muster on my face, thinking about all the dirty, naughty things we did. I hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Staying the night with him wasn’t planned. I honestly couldn’t even remember falling asleep, and I didn’t mind waking up to his beautiful, sculpted face.

  The elevator doors opened and I pulled my keys out of my jacket, but as I started down the hallway, my grin vanished into thin air, replaced with a frown.

  Nicole was standing in front of my door, her phone glued to her ear.

  “I know but she’s not answering the door. I called her and she isn’t answering the phone either,” she said hurriedly.

  She turned when she heard me coming and her eyes widened, lips pressing thin. “Never mind. She just showed up. Yeah, call you in a bit.” She hung up, a hand landing on her hip. “Chanel, what’s going on? Your flight is in a few hours. We’ve been calling you all morning.” She looked me up and down. “Where is your phone?”

  “It’s in my room,” I mumbled, stepping past her to unlock my door.

  She huffed, trailing behind me to get inside. I avoided her eyes, walking to my bedroom and grabbing the pink suitcase from the corner. “Where were you anyway?” she asked, looking around the loft.

  “I had plans with Skye.” I walked to the sofa, picking up my favorite hoodie. “Why are you here so early?”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Your dad had breakfast scheduled, remember? He wanted me to pick you up. But it’s a little too late for that so we’re
gonna have to reschedule.”

  “Oh—shit.” I had completely forgotten about breakfast. “Sorry. We stayed up really late talking and I just crashed at her place,” I lied. God, I felt like a child, having to explain myself. But if I didn’t have an explanation, she would have started prying. And her prying would lead to needing and wanting answers. I had no doubt Nicole would hire a private investigator just to keep my dad and herself updated. She was over the top that way.

  I could feel her staring a hole into the side of my head, watching my every move.

  “What is that on your neck?” she asked, and when I looked up, her eyebrows furrowed. Then she took a step forward and gasped. “Is that a hickey? What in the hell did you and Skye get into over there?”

  “Seriously Nicole, do you really want to know?” I glared at her while she kept up her stunned expression. “I don’t think it’s any of your business.” I walked back to my suitcase, stuffing the hoodie inside of it.

  “I know it’s not my business, Chanel, but the world thinks your business is theirs now. They want to know what you’re doing every second of every day. That’s your reality now. I just want you to have a clean reputation. The cleaner you seem, the more endorsements and photo shoots you’ll receive.” She sighed like she was irritated. “Just please don’t tell me it’s Riley again.”

  “No,” I retorted, annoyed by his name. “I would never date him again.”

  “Well, I guess it’s a good thing you’re keeping it such a secret. But you know your dad won’t be pleased to hear it.”

  “Oh, well how about this piece of advice: don’t tell him. Who I talk to or mess around with isn’t any of his business either.”

  “Try telling him that,” she scoffed. “Anyway, make sure you cover it up before leaving here, and please be on your flight on time. This photographer is a stickler about his clients being on time and he has a big rep so we don’t want to disappoint him.” She made her way to the door and grabbed the doorknob, but before she walked out, she peered over her shoulder. “Be careful with this random new guy, will you? Whoever he is,” she said.