Gettin' Dirty

by Sean Moriarty

  I shudder and force myself to look away from him. His body even under a t-shirt is built, he looks like a Greek statue from my old high school books. His face is so handsome, whether he is laughing or looking all broody and sexy.

  * * *

  After dinner we both have a bunch of pent up energy. I can feel his as much as mine. The time between Mina’s bedtime and when we finished dinner seems to drag on—an eternity between the kiss we shared and when we will have to have the talk I demanded.

  What the hell was I thinking? I don’t know what I will say to him. I don’t even remember what I wanted to say after he kissed me. Don’t get me wrong though, I tried to kiss him back with as much passion as he did me. I don’t know if I did, but I put every ounce of myself in it. Just the memory of his cock hard beneath his jeans pushing against me… I don’t know what has come over me. I cannot stop thinking about him in a sexual way.

  Finally, it’s time for bed and Mina astounds me. She never liked being around her uncle Michael, but when I tell her it’s time for bed she darts over to Seamus. He is sitting there, kind of unsure what to do as she latches herself around him for a hug. Just as quickly she darts to my arms, hugging me.

  I wrap her up and sing a quiet song to her as we walk into her bedroom. I have been alone with Mina for so long now that it has become a habit of mine to sing her to sleep. I’m not sure why my head doesn’t remind me that I have a guest in the apartment, but it becomes all so clear as soon as I walk into the living room. Yep, he probably heard every word.

  “Not bad at all. Voice of an angel,” he says.

  One thing though that comes out of my embarrassment is that I know what I wanted to talk to him about.

  “We need to talk,” I say as I walk over to the kitchen table. He is sitting in the living room and I know for a fact if I go to him right now my pants will be somewhere on the floor and my mouth moaning his name.

  Seamus stands up from the couch and walks over to the table. he looks at me as he sits down. “What about?”

  “You shouldn’t be kissing me without even asking if I want to. You are just taking me like I am your personal property or something.”

  “No, I’m not. I’m kissing you like you’re my woman.”

  “But I’m not!” I whisper loudly, careful not to yell and wake sleeping Mina.

  “Yet,” he grins as he waggles his eyebrows.

  Oh god, he is a nut.

  “Look, you can’t just walk in here bringing food and kissing me like that. It makes me uncomfortable.”

  “You didn’t seem to be uncomfortable when we were kissing.”

  “I was!” I growl out and am lying through my teeth. I was way too comfortable.

  “Liar.”

  “I was not comfortable.”

  “Prove it then.”

  “Wha…? No, look, we need to take a step back here. I am a single mother with a lot on my plate. You know some of it from just being around me for two days.”

  Folding his hands in front of him he says, “So? Why are either of those problems for us?”

  Is he just dense?

  “Because,” I say slowly, “I can’t just be all willy-nilly about things. I have to be careful with my time and money.”

  “So does that mean you don’t have time for me?” he asks with a frown.

  “Well, I don’t really know… I mean these two days have been good and all but…”

  “I think we have plenty of time, and it’s not like I am taking a lot from you.”

  “Yeah, but…”

  “But what, Aaliyah? Why do you want me to leave so bad?”

  I don’t, I say to him in my head, and I really don’t. I mean it. I have no reason why he needs to leave beyond me being uncomfortable with someone so near me. Someone so… in my personal space.

  Taking a deep breath, I steady my hands out on the table in front of me.

  “Seamus, this is crazy…”

  His face frowns as he says, “Aaliyah…”

  I shake my head at him, “Let me finish.”

  Nodding his head, he leans back in the chair across from me and crosses his arms across his massive chest.

  “This is crazy, Seamus. We have known each other for two days and you are already pushing your way into my home and life.” I raise my hand to forestall any interruptions.

  “But I like kissing you just as much as you seem to like kissing me, Seamus. I have kissed only one person before you in a romantic way. One. So this whole thing is new to me. I mean it’s like you are trying to skip the whole dating and slowly getting to know each other thing. You are just trying to get right into my pants.”

  He chuckles and mutters something quietly.

  “What was that?”

  “I said I wasn’t the only one doing that on the last kiss. Your hand was starting to wander pretty far south.”

  Heat rises in my cheeks as I nod my head. “Well, be that as it may…” I stammer trying not to lose my composure. “We need to slow down just a bit here. You don’t even have my cellphone number for pete’s sake!”

  And there goes that grin again.

  “What? Why are you grinning like that.?”

  He points to my phone on the kitchen counter and says, “You left it out.”

  I jump up from my chair and grab the phone off the counter. Sure enough, when I check my text messages it shows I have sent one to a number I don’t recognize. The insufferable…

  I turn to him, ready to unleash a tirade of very bad words at him but he’s not sitting on the chair at the table any longer. He is standing about a foot away from me, looking down at my face—that muscled chest rising and falling with his breathing.

  Looking up, I say, “Stop moving so damn quietly!”

  Shrugging, he says, “Get me a collar with a bell.”

  He’s moving towards me now and I grumble, “You are not supposed to just take my phone and text yourself! What if I didn’t have any data or texting left for the…”

  He silences me with a kiss though, right there in the kitchen. He is kissing me hard and furious.

  I want to slap him as much as I want to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. I settle for lifting myself up high on my toes as I touch his scruffy cheek. He slides his hand down my back and grabs my ass, giving it a good squeeze.

  I can feel myself being lifted as a second hand joins the other. Each grabbing and pulling me up. His lips slide from mine and I groan in frustration. I want to taste every inch of his mouth. To be speared by his tongue as he takes me.

  The frustration doesn’t last long at all. His lips place a kiss on my cheek and then my neck. A light nip from his teeth brings me back to a state of awareness. Somehow I ended up on the kitchen counter. I remember thrusting myself hard against his crotch but not getting enough out of the rock hard cock encased in his jeans.

  My legs are wrapped around his waist, I dig my feet into his ass and feel hard muscles. He thrusts that hard cock up against me, but the jeans are definitely in the way.

  Pulling back from my neck, he stares into my eyes. We’re both breathing deeply. If I had to be honest, I would say we are pretty much panting. Lust is stabbing me in my pussy as I feel him grind his oh-so-hard cock up against me.

  He grabs my shirt from the bottom hem and pulls it up over my stomach and breasts. As soon as my shirt blocks off my view of those deep blue penetrating eyes, I begin to sober up from my lust fueled haze. I don’t know what the hell is going on right now, I feel like I have no control over my hormones. I like it a little too much.

  All thoughts are obliterated from my mine as he tugs the shirt off and his mouth falls to my cleavage. Holy shit, I forgot how amazing it feels to have someone kissing my breasts—to put a tongue against that delicate skin. I pull his head tight against my chest as he pushes the confining bra off of my breasts, exposing my nipples to his hot wet tongue.

  If I could orgasm off just off my peaked nipples being sucked into his mouth—where he nips at them then
swirls his tongue—I would probably be flying off this planet right now. I have never felt this before, and in all the romance novels I have read it is supposed to be amazing. It is so far surpassing every word I have ever read on the matter.

  He pulls off my breast with a long suck, all the while looking up in my eyes.

  “Your breasts are amazing,” he states to me and I am not sure if I should be flattered or embarrassed.

  I choose the later when he stares down at my breasts and stomach. I don’t have bad stretch marks, but I do have what I have heard called tiger stripes that show on the tops of my hips. He doesn’t even seem to care as he takes my hands and pulls me off the counter. Oh shit, I have a really good idea where this is going and I freeze instantly. He is going to try for sex now, and me with barely any resistance in my body left. He grabs my pants at the button, quickly unfastening it he pushes the zipper down. Shit!

  Fuck, fuck, fuck! I think to myself as he starts to push the pants down but leaving me my giant granny panties on. I don’t know which worries me more at this moment, him seeing those or him barreling through every promise I made myself about no sex yet.

  “Those are some big panties,” he grunts to me as he looks down.

  He’s not lying either. They are not for sexy times at all. These babies are made for absolute comfort.

  “Ummm…” I stammer out.

  Shrugging his shoulders, he reaches down to them, and without any flourish pushes them down, past my hips to my ankles. I slap an arm across my chest and a hand across my exposed pussy while keeping my eyes on the ground in front of him. Okay, maybe I’m keeping them on the hard bulge in his jeans.

  Hissing at him, “Just what do you think you are doing?”

  I bet he is grinning right now, but doesn’t bother answering as he invades my personal bubble again. He’s looking down at me, I know it. I can feel it. But I let my eyes drift up only to his chest still covered by his shirt. I am not falling for the eye trick thing he does. No way.

  I say in a firm voice, “No. Not gonna work this time.”

  We must look ridiculous, standing in the kitchen like we are, with me almost fully naked save for the bra around my waist and the pants around my ankles.

  “What’s not going to work?” he asks.

  “I am soooo not looking in your eyes again. No more going goofy for me tonight. I need to get my pants back on.”

  “Now, Aaliyah, where would the fun be in that?”

  He puts a finger underneath my chin and lifts my face up to look at his. I squeeze my eyes tightly closed and just stand there. I must look like an idiot, but so be it as long as this keeps us from making with the sex right here on my kitchen counter.

  He rumbles out a deep chuckle. “What are you doing, Aaliyah?”

  “Umm…” I say.

  “Why aren’t you looking at me?”

  “Because you have that sexy eye thing going on and I am not falling for it.”

  “You really think that’s all that keeps you safe from me?”

  “Yep. So you go ahead and get going, I need to get dressed.”

  “Aaliyah…”

  I feel a hand cup my cheek as the other gently moves my hand from my breast. Oh, shit. His lips lightly touch mine for a brief moment before pulling away. My mouth opens as his fingers twiddle my nipple.

  Gasping out in pleasure, he takes advantage of the situation as he sticks his tongue right back into my mouth. We kiss hard for a long moment before he pulls back. My eyes snap open a second later as I feel his hands move from my cheek and breast. I look into the open air in front of me before it dawns on me that he isn’t there. Looking down, I see him kneeling right in front of me.

  Well, fuck. I guess it was sexy eyes and sexy lips as he looks up with a grin.

  My mind shutters to a stop as he pulls off my pants from one foot then the other. He pushes me back against the kitchen counter while his mouth presses hard against the flesh right above my pussy. I am so wet and hot down there right now it’s almost embarrassing. I have never been in this position before, and the thought of him getting ready to do what I think he is about to do makes me feel faint.

  His tongue lashes out against my outer lips and I convulse so hard I nearly slam my pussy into his face.

  “Shit… What are you doing, Seamus?” I ask in a raspy voice.

  He doesn’t answer though as he grabs my left leg to push it over his shoulder. His head comes forward and I feel his tongue slip out again against my wet folds. He takes a long lick of my lips and I just about scream.

  I run my fingers through his head as I pull him tight against me. I have never had a man put his mouth on my pussy before, it does things to my insides that is indescribable. He pushes one of his fingers deep inside me and I feel myself clench hard at that thick long finger. It’s no substitute for his cock but it is damn close.

  I grind my hips hard against his face for a long moment. Each time he brushes his tongue on my wet lips I make little whimpering sounds. I have no control over the sounds I make it seems, and the first time he presses his tongue hard against my clit I shriek in total shock. Total shock of something that feels that impossibly perfect and amazing.

  I can’t get enough of that feeling. “Oh god, do that again, Seamus. Please, I am begging you.”

  He doesn’t disappoint me as he does it over and over. I am better adjusted now so I don’t shriek but I can’t help the moans that escape my lips. I feel my body building towards a cliff, a cliff I am sure if I leap off of I will never find my way back up.

  It’s when he places his lips around my clit and lightly sucks on it with his tongue flickering against it that I fall down from the cliff. My heart stops as my inner muscles bear down so hard against his finger deep inside of me I can feel that he can barely move it.

  I throw my head back in a silent scream as he does it over and over. I can barely get a breath now as I have to push his head hard away from my sensitive body. I am shuttering and shaking with each breath. Opening my eyes, I look at him leaning back from me with a huge grin on his face.

  I want to move to somewhere to sit but my legs feel like jelly right now, and I know if I even try to walk I will be face planting. Shit, that was fucking amazing.

  “Oh, my, god.”

  “Yeah, you can call me God if you want,” he says with a smirk.

  Fuck, if he does that to me every day I think he just might be one. Damn, I would even build a shrine for him.

  “You… That… Was… Amazing.” I can barely get the words out.

  Standing up in front of me, he looks me dead in the eye. “That was just the start, sweetheart.”

  I would run from him right now if I could because that predatory look he is giving me has my whole body clenching in time with my thundering heartbeats.

  Just as he reaches out to take my hand I hear a loud cry coming from Mina’s room. Shit, fuck, shit!

  I lean down shakily as I pull my pants up.

  “Crap!” I say as I look up to him. He’s still there giving me that look. Shit.

  “I have to go to her, she has a hard time sleeping sometimes,” I mumble as I start to pull my shirt back on.

  “It’s okay, I can wait,” he says as he walks over to the couch and sits down.

  “I don’t know how long I’ll be in there…”

  “No worries.”

  * * *

  It has been at least an hour since I went into Mina’s room, but since I left my phone in the kitchen, I have no clue how long it’s truly been.

  As I quietly shut the door behind me and step out into the living room, I see Seamus leaning back on the couch. His shoes have been kicked off, and he has some sports program on. He is quietly sleeping there with his arms across his chest. He doesn’t look nearly as menacing right now as he does when he is wide awake.

  I don’t know what it is that wakes him up, but I’ve barely made a sound—if I did at all.

  One moment he is fully asleep and the next he is wide aw
ake. His eyes aren’t that sexy dangerous anymore, they are full of that other kind of dangerous. The scary kind.

  As soon as he spots me though they soften. He stands up from the couch and walks over to me. Wrapping my arms around his chest, we hug each other tightly.

  “Sorry that you had to wait so…”

  “Don’t say sorry, it happens. She needed mommy.”

  “Yeah, she does that sometimes.”

  I step back from him and pull his hand towards my bedroom. “Please understand something Seamus…”

  As we walk into my moonlit bedroom, he says “What’s that, Sweetheart?”

  “I…” sitting on the side of my bed I feel it sink down as he sits right next to me.

  “You, what?”

  “I want to take it slow… Please… Can we just hold each other tonight?”

  He’s silent for only a moment. “Of course.”

  We both sit there for a moment before he stands up. Not even pretending to not look, I watch in the moonlight as he strips down to a pair of boxers. Oh. My. God. His body is shaped from moving granite, I swear. He looks like a greek statue. The tattoos I see all over him only add to the intensity of his body. He looks hard, and is hard.

  I stand when he is done, but I don’t have the courage like he does to just strip down. Even if he has seen the most intimate parts of me I still want a bit of privacy. Grabbing a pair of normal sized panties and his t-shirt I say, “Be right back.”

  Flipping on the light in the bathroom, I take a quick look at myself in the mirror. I don’t see what I normally do when I look. Right now I see a woman who is tired and so horny she could fuck Seamus for days and it not be enough.

  I quickly change into the shirt and panties before going back into the bedroom. I slide into bed and under the covers as I feel Seamus pull me deep into his body. He is definitely the big spoon here as I feel him wrap an arm around my waist.

  I can feel his cock semi-hard against my ass, but he doesn’t push it, or me, for more. Damn.

  He quietly says, “Good night.”

  Then I feel something totally unexpected. He kisses the back of my head before settling himself against me. He kissed the back of my head as a man does to his lover. Kind and caring.