DirtyBeautiful

by Jodie Becker

  Dylan mumbled words of encouragement, but she barely heard him as he kissed her shoulder. His fingers skimmed the back of her arm and she quivered with a need for him to cup her sex. To go beyond the parameters of his promise and give her more.

  As though he heard her, he chuckled. “Impatient are we?”

  “Touch me, Dylan.”

  He looked at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I am.”

  “No, no, touch me. I need you.”

  He kissed her, angling her face to fit her mouth seamlessly. His hands raked down her spine and she burned from the touch. Her body screamed for him, the need to feel his cock against her core. To fill her as she desperately wanted. Dylan’s hands settled on her hips, keeping her from him. Her moan of frustration died as he nipped her lower lip, then traced his tongue along the underside of her mouth. He thrust his tongue inside and she met him in a foray of passion and power. Her heart thundered in her ears, muscles quivered as he stole the breath from her. He sucked at her tongue while his fingers traced up and down her sides. Tension rode inside her, a restless need only he could fulfill. He trailed a kiss down her jawline and along her neck. He nibbled the point between her neck and shoulder, sending a shaft of pleasure to her nipples. Her breasts tingled, yearning for his touch. The flat edge of his tongue soothed her hot flesh and he crooned his appreciation.

  He pushed her backward until the backs of her legs hit the table. With a devilish grin, he gripped her thighs and placed her on the surface. Fingers tightened over her nape, the intensity of his face made her melt inside. He ran his palm from the top of her chest down the center and up again. Erica jerked at the bolt of rapture that circled her entire torso. Everything was on high alert as he repeated the motion. Pussy vibrating with need, she arched her back, hips undulated in frustration. A palm pressed over her shoulder, commanding her to lie down. The cool surface hit her upper back, half jolting her out of her delirium.

  Dylan kissed her soft belly and she mumbled a protest. A growl rumbled from his throat and Erica stilled, letting him mark her body at will. A hand found the back of her knee and swirled little circles there. A thrill ran down her leg to her pussy. Her clit throbbed as though he strummed it instead of making lazy rotations along the back of her leg. He tracked a line down her thigh to slide along the edge of her underwear, setting nerves on fire. Goose bumps raced over her skin.

  Erica shook her head as Dylan kissed a trail up one side of her belly, every contact drove inexplicable need to the center of her being. Like little fireworks, every touch exploded inside her. His other hand worked diligently over her rib cage and outlined the swells of her breasts with the lightest touch. Nipples tightened and the fabric raked along her sensitized skin. He moved his hands over her as though he worked on the finishing touches to a sculpture.

  Erica’s hips rocked against the table and she whimpered as he pulled at the band of her skirt until he exposed the very top of her mound. He placed a wet kiss over her belly, his day-old stubble abrading the tender area above the hairline. Sexual frustration boiled inside. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and bring him into her. With the skill only an expert lover possessed, he anticipated her needs before she did and his fingers tightened over the top of her thigh in silent warning.

  He licked above the band and scraped his teeth over her lower abdomen. Her womb convulsed, her pussy vibrating with need. Panting, she gripped the edge of the table. Dylan’s hand settled on her inner thigh to draw a figure eight over and over again. With each pass the ravenous need for satisfaction thrummed until it became a roar in her body. Her folds felt swollen, the fabric of her panties titillating the sensitive flesh. Dylan pushed the edges of her panties back to expose the sides of her butt. He kneaded her ass. Goose bumps puckered and an intense feeling of bliss slid over her buttocks and to her pussy lips. Her legs kicked out restlessly and Dylan chuckled. He clasped an ankle and kissed the underside of her knee. Teeth scraped over it and a thrill exploded behind her knee, along the sole of her foot and right through her body. Erica mewled.

  He kissed a line down her leg and licked her inner thigh, near the apex. She rocked into him, silently demanding he put his mouth where she needed him the most. He lapped at her, near the edge of her underwear. He turned his head and she swore she could feel his hot breath on her clit. She groaned, fingers tightening painfully against the table edge.

  “Damn, you smell nice,” he growled.

  Those words sent a pulse of pleasure through her. Dylan’s masterful hands circled, skimmed and pressed over every part of her skin until she was just a bundle of nerves. He kissed her bellybutton and raked nails over her side. Her vagina quivered, bringing her close. One hand drew circles along her inner thigh, while the other massaged her abdomen. Rapture rose and fell in excruciating degrees. Ecstasy hovered over her skin. The gentle rise of pleasure flowed over her in a stream of liquid mercury. His hot breath touched the skin above the crown of hair before his mouth pressed against her stomach. The flat edge of his tongue swirled around and around, making her quiver with intense need. Ripples started and his hands pushed her over as she shattered. Her body convulsed, the orgasm crashing into her. Her clit hummed. The friction of fabric making the sensation last even as his hands brushed over her torso and pushed her further into another realm.

  Colors burst behind her eyelids and finally he eased away from her. Gasping, she opened her eyes. She stared up at the ceiling, still disorientated by an unbelievable climax. She raised her hand to wipe hair from her face and noticed they trembled. She drew in a slow, ragged breath. Dear Lord, the things he could do with his hands.

  Dylan helped her sit up and held on to her a fraction longer when she wavered. “Wow,” was all she could say.

  Dylan hooked her hair behind her ear then cupped her cheeks. He kissed her. A gentle kiss that paid homage to her. It made her heart flip-flop at the way he marked each corner and claimed her mouth. He pulled back and gazed into her eyes.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he rasped.

  Erica could almost believe him. She glanced down at his erection and boldly stroked his length. Dylan groaned and snatched her hand from him. “No, peaches. This is all about you.”

  Her chest now had butterflies. It fluttered almost painfully at the sight of his need. He was so giving. Erica pressed a hand to her chest to suppress the strange mixture of elation and tenderness. Dylan’s eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. He raked a hand through his hair and chuckled. “You better fix that. I’m having trouble holding on to my promise.”

  Erica did as asked, then pushed off the table. Her legs struggled to take her weight, but she managed to hold on. A distinct smell of burnt chocolate filled the air. “My brownies!”

  She hurried over to the oven and opened the door. Pulling out the batch, she grimaced at the acrid smell. She slid the tray onto the stovetop and waved a tea towel over it. Assessing the damage, she let out a hopeless sigh. Although it wasn’t charred, it was overcooked and would be hard and bitter. With a disappointed tsk, she dumped the remains into the trash. Time to start again.

  “Going ahead with your plan to overtake the world?”

  Erica snapped out of her irritation over spoiled brownies. “What?”

  Dylan indicated to the line of ingredients scattered over the bench.

  “Oh that. I’m making some brownies and other goodies for the school Octoberfest. It’s on tonight. Maybe you want to come?”

  Interest flared in his eyes. “That sounds real nice. It’s a date… I mean, I’ll be there.”

  Erica’s heart dropped a little at his backpedal, and she pasted an overly bright smile on her face to hide her disappointment. “All right. I’ll be leaving here at five thirty. So I’ll see you here?”

  Dylan nodded. “Sure thing, peaches. Well, I’m gonna go home and see if Bud is talking to me yet. See you later.”

  “Bye.”

  With that he turned away and left the house. Dreamily, Erica worked on another ba
tch of brownies. Still high from her orgasm, she ignored the small voice that cautioned her attraction to Dylan. Deeming it of no importance, she focused on the task at hand, eagerly counting down the hours until Dylan showed up at her front door.

  Chapter Five

  Dylan pulled his truck in one of the vacant spots on the edge of the field. Light shone down from stadium lights rented for the festival, a Ferris wheel and various rides spotted with little colored lights lined the oval. Beside him sat a couple of platters of brownies and chocolate fudge. His cab smelled like a confection shop. He glanced over at Erica in the darkness. She wore a colorful, pleated garden-print dress with a ruffled hem that swung becomingly just below her knees. The flower belt cinched at her waist emphasized her curves and impressive breasts. Desire took root once more and he shot his attention above her chest. Her eyes glittered and her hair curled around her heart-shaped face, held back only by an elastic headband. She looked like an earthy beauty sent to tempt man to sin. And boy did he want to be tempted.

  He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Ready?”

  She nodded and picked the plate off her lap, unaware of how close she came to finding herself on the ground and him inside her. Dylan sucked in a fortifying breath, his focus on the mundane to bring his erection under control. Confident he had it all in hand, he opened his door and carried the other trays, shutting the door with his hip. Erica walked around the vehicle with a shy smile. He leaned down and buzzed a kiss on her lips. She was simply too gorgeous to resist.

  Wide eyes peered up at him, the shock giving way to delight. Silently they walked toward the front of the gate. As they drew closer the music sharpened into specific notes. A country band sang somewhere within the crowd and shrieks for joy overlaid the circus music that accompanied every sideshow.

  They stopped beside the entry booth, Bill sitting inside with a red-and-white striped vest. Dylan chuckled. “Taking it a bit far, aren’t we, Bill?”

  Bill thumbed back his straw hat. “The kids like it. Why, good evening, Miss Erica.”

  “Good evening. Two entry fees.”

  “Ten dollars.”

  Erica juggled her brownies and riffled through her handbag. Dylan slipped one of his platters on the counter and pulled out his wallet. He found the cash and handed it over. Bill winked at him and grinned. “Have a nice time, y’all.”

  “I’ll pay you back,” Erica promised as she walked down toward the stalls.

  “Think nothing of it.”

  They passed a fairy floss machine with kids lined up eager to get their sweet tooth satisfied. The fellow working the machine waved at Erica. “Hi, Miss Bracken.”

  “Hello, Rob.”

  Dylan briefly assessed the man and his handlebar moustache. He didn’t seem like Erica’s type. He quelled the urge to preen like some misguided rooster and instead followed Erica to a stall filled with baked sweets like biscuits and cupcakes. The Hispanic lady behind the counter looked up and put her book aside, her brown eyes filled with relief. “Erica, thank God you brought your brownies. We’ve already had a few requests.”

  Erica put the platters down on the counter. “Sorry I’m late, had a cooking disaster.”

  Dylan wanted to kiss the lovely blush on her skin. Instead he settled for placing his hand on the small of her back.

  The woman looked at him. “You must be Dylan.”

  “I am. My reputation precedes me. I’m sorry I don’t know your name,” he said turning on all his charm and a high-wattage smile.

  The woman giggled and swatted a hand at his statement. “Ramona. My goodness, Erica, you didn’t tell me he was such a sweet talker.”

  Dylan stared at Erica, surprised he was a topic of conversation for her. “You gossip about me?”

  Ramona’s assessing stare flicked between them. “Oh it was all nice things she had to say.”

  Guilt flashed in her eyes. “Ramona asked about you and I—I—”

  Dylan chucked her chin and this time had to forcibly stop himself from kissing her again. “Think nothing of it. I’m flattered. Really.”

  Something broke off inside his chest at the sight of her relief and acute embarrassment. She was so transparent and utterly beautiful. “Come on, I’ll win you a stuffed animal.”

  She brightened at the idea and he hooked his arm around hers. “All right, but I have to be back here in an hour.”

  “Not a problem.”

  They strolled down the various aisles and eyed some wares up for sale. Erica slowed at a stall with several beaded jewelry items on display. She fingered one that had a number of tightly woven fine straps cinched into the fixture at the back of the necklace. It had an orange, black and yellow pendant perched within a polished brass casing that hung heavily from the straps. After asking the price, she purchased it and put it on. “What do you think?”

  The pendant sat snug between her breasts. His focus was drawn downward and to the need to touch her again. His dick stirred to life and fried his language neurons. He wanted to pull her into the darkness, spread her legs and hear her moan like she did in the kitchen. Jesus, he never knew she’d sound so God damn good.

  A little boy jostled between them as he ran after his friend.

  “Sorry, Miss Bracken!” he said without missing a beat. “I got a new dog!”

  “That’s wonderful, Cameron!”

  She laughed at his gleeful exuberance as he ran as fast as his little legs could take him. “Why is everyone calling you Miss Bracken?”

  Erica wrapped her arm around his and tugged him along. “Because I teach elementary school.”

  Oh crap. Now he knew he should definitely steer clear of her. His stomach churned a little. “Is that right?”

  “Yeah, I just adore kids. And I get to make a difference in their lives. It’s very rewarding. What did you do before coming here?”

  What did he do? Jesus, what didn’t he do? He did women almost every way conceivable. “I… I, uh, was in the entertainment industry.”

  A mixture of curiosity and excitement animated her face. Shit! Why couldn’t he have said waste management or public servant? The apples of her cheeks flushed with color. “Really? Did you meet any famous actors?” She sighed beatifically. “It must be so wonderful to see them at work. I’d been in a few school plays before. I really enjoyed doing it. But I’m sure it’s not up to the caliber you’re used to.”

  Dylan coughed into his fist. No one cared about the quality of acting in the porn industry. All that mattered was if you could get it up and keep it up. “I’m sure you’re wonderful.”

  Erica laughed, palming his forearm and sending sparks of awareness through his body. “You haven’t seen me act. But it’s nice of you to say. Maybe you can show me some of your work sometime?”

  “Oh I don’t know. Most of my stuff was B-grade films. Probably hard to find.”

  “Oh,” she said, disappointment heavy in her tone.

  They wandered by a milk bottle game. The plastic bottles piled up until they formed a triangle and the angler waved him forward. “Step up, sir. A dollar for three throws. All you gotta do is knock down these pins and you can win your lady a fine prize.”

  “All right.”

  Dylan paid the man and accepted the three baseballs. He palmed them, the feel of the seams reminded him of his days spent on a baseball field as a child. In pitcher mode, he eyed his target and noted the distance and possible velocity for the best result. He wound up and threw the ball hard. It clipped the side, the top bottle tumbled down along with the two supporting it. Once the pyramid was set up again, he took aim. It hit dead center. The top and middle tier tumbled free, but the bottom remained strong. What the hell? Again he carefully aligned the shot and threw hard. It smashed through the bottles and sent them to the ground. Dylan punched the air in triumph and Erica clapped in delight, cheering him on as though he’d won the world cup.

  The vendor pulled out a large stuffed purple dog with big eyes and long ears. “Here you go.”
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  Erica hugged it to her body, her eyes alight with joy. “Thank you.”

  Dylan’s chest puffed out and he felt as though he’d given her a diamond bracelet rather than a cheap toy. “Come on, let’s get some roasted nuts.”

  He crossed over to the lone vendor serving popcorn and sugared and roasted nuts. He ordered two packets, one sugared for Erica and salted for himself. They strolled through the festival, watching families and couples enjoy the night’s entertainment. Dylan chewed on a nut, the savory flavor skipped over his tongue. The country music grew louder as they turned the corner and walked into a crowd of people dancing before a stage. They stood at the edge of the throng and he enjoyed the music while Erica swung to the rhythm of the guitar.

  He was sharply aware of every move she made. The sway of her skirt and the tinkle of her bracelets, although innocent, created an erotic song. Erica sung to lyrics with gusto, off tune yet beautiful in her passion. The band broke into a banjo and guitar solo and the crowd cheered. Dylan’s gaze trailed over people and he felt like one with the community. The song ended and before long the lead singer slipped into the melody about the love of a genuine woman.

  “Want to dance?” he asked.

  Erica beamed. “I would love to.”

  She plopped her prize and food beside an elderly couple and walked into his arms. His hands settled over her waist while her arms wrapped around his neck. Firm breasts pressed against him and desire shot through his body. He tightened his grip over her hips and they rocked to the rhythm. In the semi-darkness, her green eyes glistened with desire. The gloss on her lips made them look plump and his will crumbled. He bent his head and kissed her. Immediately the world receded until nothing existed but Erica. Her smell and her spirit filled his lungs until he couldn’t breathe. The kiss had turned from a mark of sexual prowess to one filled with reverence and humbling need. An ache started in his chest, a twinge he was unable to describe and yet made him feel inexplicably vulnerable.