Dirty Bad Secrets

by West, Jade

  “Nothing crazy,” he growled. “I mean it, Faye, no stupid theatrics. No recklessness. I’m not a silly little toy for your amusement.”

  I groaned and pressed his cock flat to his stomach, moving my mouth to his balls. I sucked them into my mouth, gently, one after the other, teasing him until he relaxed. “No theatrics.” I smiled. “Just good wholesome fun.”

  “Keep it that way.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with taking a bit of chocolate with your vanilla.” I raised my head until he could see the lust in my eyes. “I want chocolate, Andy. I’m really fucking hungry for it and I want it from you.” I breathed on his cock, on his balls, just the slightest nuzzle as my face moved lower. “I know you’ve got just the thing I need.”

  I spread his ass cheeks, and my pussy fluttered at the sight. His perfect, tight hole, clenched shut and wary of me.

  “Nothing crazy,” he snapped. “I mean it, Faye.”

  I didn’t answer, just swept my tongue flat over him, over and over until the crack of his ass was glistening with my spit and he tasted so beautiful. “Beautiful,” I hissed. “Oh God, you taste so fucking beautiful.”

  He moaned as I pressed my tongue against him, squirming for entry. I reached up to lay my hand on his cock, and he was still so fucking hard. “Relax,” I soothed. “Let me in. Let me do this…”

  Ever so slightly he relaxed, and I seized the moment. I took hold of his thighs and guided them up to his chest and he opened up for me. He didn’t fight me, and my heart soared. “Hold them up,” I said. “Keep them there.”

  He held his knees to his chest, and he was gorgeous like that. I spread them as wide as they’d go, and he didn’t fight that either. Oh fuck, his perfect asshole was mine. All fucking mine.

  “My fucking God,” I breathed. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

  My mouth was hungry and my tongue was desperate, wriggling and poking and sucking at him. He began to twitch, his breath ragged, and he liked it, I knew he liked it. Even if he didn’t want to, even if he couldn’t admit it. Slowly, but surely, I gained ground, my tongue easing past the tight little gateway to his sweet insides. I clenched my thighs, horny as sin, and my clit was pulsing, alive with crazy fucking lust for the man spread open for me. I wanted it all, I wanted him spread wide enough that I could fit my whole fucking fist in him, I wanted to see him gaping and raw and exposed. I wanted to fuck him so hard he’d cry out for me, and he’d take it all, everything, all for me.

  “Your filthy mouth feels so much better than it should,” he groaned.

  I slipped a finger in my mouth and slicked it up. “Steady she goes,” I said, and pushed it in, slowly, so slowly. His asshole took me easily, and I was in. I felt him clench around me, and he was hot and tight and gorgeous. I loved watching him tighten, I loved the way that puckered little mouth sucked at me.

  “Yes…” I hissed. “That’s it… that’s what I want…”

  I fucked him slowly, with just one finger, eyes hungry for the way he gripped me, the feeling of him around me. I wriggled my tongue around the point of entry, rising up to suck at his balls, and back down again, and his legs calmed. He didn’t fight me. Not at all.

  He felt the second finger before I pushed it inside. “Wait,” he growled. “There’s lube in the cabinet. Top drawer.”

  “Good boy,” I giggled, then checked myself. I rooted through the drawer before he could change his mind, finding the lube along with a pile of condoms and some incredibly feminine looking night cream. No wonder his skin was so soft. I stored that info for a later date, when I could take the piss without spoiling the mood.

  I dribbled lube all the way along his ass crack, massaging it exactly where it needed to be. I squirted a healthy amount on my hands, slicked them up in their entirety, and he watched me dubiously. “Don’t think you’re putting your whole fucking fist up there,” he snapped. “This is a trial run, I’m not even sure I’m good with this.”

  He groaned as I slipped two fingers in, gripping his knees. Oh fuck how his asshole wanted me. “You’re good with this,” I said. “Don’t pretend it doesn’t feel good. I know it feels good.”

  “It’s been a long fucking time.”

  “Your ass is hungry for it.” I wriggled my fingers inside him. “Can you feel that?”

  “Of course I can fucking feel it.”

  “Push them out,” I breathed. “Push me out.”

  He raised his head and his eyes were like daggers. “You’ve been spending too much fucking time with Masque.”

  I twisted my fingers inside him. “Push,” I said. “Hard.”

  “You’re a dirty little bitch, Faye Devere. If I crap all over your fingers, you’re cleaning it up.”

  “What makes you think I’d care?”

  His breathing quieted, and he was thinking, I could feel it. Weighing up the full depths of my depravity.

  “This is it,” I said. “This is what I’m talking about. Forget the mind and just let it be. Stop fighting it. Stop worrying about it, stop judging everything…”

  “On your fucking head be it,” he growled, and he pushed, he pushed my fingers straight out of him with a perfect fucking squelch.

  I adjusted position, climbing up onto him until I could take his cock in my mouth. He couldn’t contain himself, he was too far gone. I sucked his cock until he was twitching in my mouth, too horny to care, and then I fucked him how I’d dreamed of. I loosened him up, fucking him with two fingers until his ass was happy for more, and then opened him up for a third. It was a stretch. A beautiful stretch. He groaned and squirmed, but I was already in.

  “Move for me,” I hissed. “Take it.”

  “Fuck,” he snarled. “Jesus, Faye, you’re really pushing it.”

  But he moved, forcing his tender ass back against my fingers until they were sunk to the knuckle. I twisted and turned, opening him up wider and wider and fucking wider, and soon he was a delicious squelching mess, dripping with lube and riding my fingers like a filthy fucking manwhore.

  “Just a little more,” I whispered, and my little pinky was right there.

  “No fucking way!” he snapped, but he didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop taking it.

  “Let it happen,” I said. “Just let me in.”

  “If you put that finger in my ass you’ll be getting it right back, make of that what you fucking will, Faye, but you be damned sure you want to play those games.”

  It was a no brainer. He cried out as I pushed the fourth in, spitting rage, but his body still took it.

  My pussy was pulsing so hard I’d have come from the slightest contact. I trembled as I looked at the stretch of him. It was filthy fucking heaven, and I wanted in. I wanted so much more.

  “Are you done?” he groaned. “Hurry the fuck up, Faye. My ass is fucking burning.”

  “Does it feel bad?”

  “Fucking hell!”

  “Andy!” I snapped. “Does it feel bad? Be honest?” He dropped his legs, pressed his feet to the mattress enough to raise himself, and my fingers followed the movement. I twisted them again until his asshole slurped for me. “Tell me! Tell me and I’ll stop! I just want to hear you say it!”

  “Fine!” he spat. “It doesn’t feel bad, Faye, is that what you want to fucking hear? Just look at the state of my fucking cock, will you?” He held it up for me to see, and he was ready to blow, his balls were tight and his dick was darker than I’d ever seen it.

  “You like it,” I whispered. “I knew you would…” I smiled. “We’re good like this, Andy. We’re really good like this…”

  And I lost him, right then, right there. He reached down for my wrist and pulled my fingers clean out of him. His ass made the filthiest noises as he leapt up from position, and my slick fingers were in his grip, forced around his cock.

  “Make me wet,” he snarled, and there was real fucking menace in it. “And make sure you do it well.”

  I rubbed his cock and my breath hitched. “What are you going to do?”
/>   He didn’t answer, and he didn’t need to. He clean lifted me from the bed, then slammed me on my front, my face in the pillows, and his weight was on me, pinning me, his breath on my neck.

  “Oh God,” I groaned as his cock thumped against my asshole.

  “Your fucking turn,” he growled, and he was rough, really rough. I squealed as he pushed inside, but I was already angling up for him, already wanting him.

  “Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me!”

  “Dirty. Fucking. Bitch.” His voice was hoarse and vicious, angry like his thrusts.

  “More!” I screamed. “Give it to me, Andy, just fucking give it to me! Ow! Fucking hell! Yes!”

  He was in deep, slapping my ass with his balls, low grunts of lust and frustration and need. He pulled my hair from its bun, wrapped it around his fist until it hurt, but I didn’t care. He twisted my neck, made me look at him. “Kiss me,” he snarled. “Show me how fucking grateful you are. You owe me, Faye, you fucking owe me.”

  I was grateful, and my kiss was hot and wet. He consumed me, possessed me, invading my mouth with the same venom he was invading my sore fucking asshole. I spread my knees wide, and the pillows I’d propped him up on found the spot. He humped away on me and I humped away on that cushion and between us we lost it. It was an angry orgasm on both parts, angry and loud and fucking painful.

  “You drive me insane,” he hissed. “You’re fucking insane.”

  He spilled his load with a string of obscenities that rolled into one long exclamation, and then he collapsed, hot and sweaty against my back. I caught my breath, and I was smiling. I reached up behind me to smooth his hair.

  “Hey,” I said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  He rolled away and my stomach lurched to find he wasn’t smiling back. He pressed his fingers between his legs, grimacing as they squelched. “I’m not sure what the fuck to make of that.”

  “You liked it,” I insisted. “Andy, you just came like a fucking bullock on steroids.”

  “I know what happened, Faye. I’m just not sure what I think of it. Jesus, you made a dirty little fuck toy out of me.”

  I smiled. “That’s what I’m talking about. Giving yourself up.”

  “I’m not sure that’s what I want.” He dug around in the bedside cabinet until he found some tissues, then mopped himself clean. “I took it, like you wanted, but this still isn’t me.”

  “It is you.” My face burned. “You’re just on the come down.”

  “If you say so.”

  “I do say so.”

  “I feel like my fucking asshole is falling out.”

  “Nice.”

  “Well, I do,” he snarled. “I’m not a fucking archaeological dig, Faye, you could have gone fucking easy.”

  “Sorry.” I did feel sorry, too. I’d gone all in, carried away, losing myself in the moment and his higher than expected limitations. “I’ll go.”

  “Go where?”

  “To my room,” I said. “I mean the other room.”

  His eyes were angry again, dark. “Is that what you want?”

  I shrugged. “Probably for the best.”

  “True to form, at least. Bailing when things get a bit awkward. Feeling the pressure now? All getting a bit tough for you?”

  “No. I just thought…”

  “Thought what? Thought that because you went hell for leather on my ass I’d want you out? It doesn’t work like that, Faye, I’m not that fucking fickle.” He pulled the covers in some kind of order. “Get in. You’re fucking staying.”

  I didn’t argue, squirming as his slippery cock pressed itself against my sore ass. He was still pulsing, still winding down. “Thanks,” I said. “I appreciate the effort.”

  “Shut up, let’s go to sleep.” He got the light, and plunged us into darkness, and even though he was angry his arms still snaked around my waist and pulled me tight. It felt nice.

  I calmed as he calmed, our breathing slowing as sleep reached out, and it was there, in his arms in the darkness that I knew it was make or break for us, all or nothing.

  “Let me take you,” I whispered. “Properly, bound and bruised and open wide for that strap-on. You have no idea how much I want that, how much it would mean to have the mighty Andy Morgan at my mercy. Even if it was just the once.”

  I felt him squirm. “Even if I could give you that, even if I could bring myself to push it that hard, why would I want to? How do I know you’re not just going to fuck off again when something else takes your fancy? You’re too flighty, Faye, you don’t know how to commit to anything, not enough to make it worthwhile.”

  “You’re wrong,” I said, and I squeezed his arms tighter around me, tight enough to feel all the way through me. “If you give yourself to me I’ll give myself to you. All in, for keeps. I mean it.”

  “You’ll let it all go? Italy? Vincent? This crazy desire for hedonistic gratuitous fucking? Don’t think I don’t know, Faye, I know how much you like variety. I don’t want to glance over my shoulder one day and find you fucking half the fucking club behind my back.”

  “All in,” I repeated. “Nobody else. Except maybe Topaz.” I felt him flinch and fought the urge to giggle.

  “We need rules, Faye, this can’t be a fucking free-for-all, not while we’ve got a business to run. You’re reckless and irresponsible and you’ll waltz us into a whole fucking world of trouble, if you’re not careful. Can you even begin to imagine that little spectacle with Topaz recounted in an industrial tribunal?”

  I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see them. “She wouldn’t, that’s ridiculous.”

  “Maybe, maybe not.”

  “Ok, so we’ll have rules. Topaz is a grey area, we can work that out.”

  “We’ll think on it.” He yawned, and I was losing him. “I need to think on it.”

  “Sure.” I squeezed his hand. “Just let me know when you know what you want.”

  “There is one condition,” he said, and my heart stuttered. “Non-negotiable, if any of this is going to continue.”

  “What is it?” I was nervous, so stupidly nervous.

  “That I get to fuck Topaz’s ass before you do.”

  ***

  Chapter Nineteen

  Andy

  I untangled myself from Faye slowly. She murmured in her sleep but didn’t wake, and I took a moment to watch her there, in my bed, her hair a tangled mess on the pillow, her pretty nipples poking out above the covers. She was beautiful. A beautiful, filthy, intoxicating siren of the deep. I grabbed my squash gear from the wardrobe, being careful not to bang the door. She didn’t hear me, didn’t even stir.

  James was already waiting at the court. He was doing his warm up, his ripped hulk of a body raring to go. It always made me smile to see the man here, so at odds with the crazy fucking dominant performing in the mask every weekend. Fuck, how they loved him, the infamous Masque. I owed him some for the free entertainment, pulling the punters through the door for just a glimpse of him at play.

  I dropped my bag on the bench and joined him in some stretches. The place was quiet, relatively, just a couple of guys smashing it out in a court a couple down from ours.

  “I hope you’re ready to get your arse kicked today.” I smiled. “Last week I played like a pussy, this week you won’t be so lucky.”

  “Last week you played like a man who’d had his backside tanned,” he smirked. “Don’t think for a second I don’t know what kind of limp that was.”

  “You’re delusional,” I said.

  “Sure I am.” His smile was broad and genuine. I liked James, he was my kind of guy. “Just keep running that mouth of yours, Morgan, and we’ll see who gets the ass-kicking.”

  “It’s my win,” I said. “Suck it up, Jimmy boy, victory is mine. I can feel it.” And I did feel it until I reached for the racket and clamped my fist around it. Fuck, my fucking knuckles, they hurt like a bastard.

  James raised an eyebrow. “Another sex-related injury?”

  “
Hardly,” I scoffed. “My fist had an unfortunate collision with someone who deserved it.”

  “I hope they came off worse.”

  “So do I.” I whizzed the racket through the air to practice and my grip held up. “Hardly a scratch.”

  “Let’s see, then,” he smirked, and we were off.

  James is a fucking good squash player. He’s nimble for his build and he’s strong, like a fucking ox. His reflexes are like a cat’s, but I’m slightly quicker on my feet than he is. I used it to my advantage, tearing about the court like a man possessed as we battled it out for a win. A couple of points in and we stopped to catch our breath. I took a swig of water and checked my phone. Nothing from Faye, but I wasn’t expecting anything. She’d never been great with mornings.

  “Big night, then, next weekend?”

  I nodded. “Birthday bash. Faye’s bag, fuck knows what kind of crazy shit she’ll come up with.”

  “Didn’t you see the email?”

  “Email? No, I didn’t. She’s not exactly desperate to keep me in the loop,” I said. “We have some power issues we’re still hammering out.”

  “Hammering out quite literally, I imagine.”

  I flashed him a look, not quite a smile, but enough to give him the picture. “Faye Devere is a monster to handle when she digs her petulant little heels in. No fucking sense, no fucking reason.”

  He smiled broadly. “Faye Devere is quite something.” I served, hard enough that he had to spring to the back of the court. “She’s spirited,” he added. “Original and playful. Quite infectious. I had a lot of fun with Faye Devere once upon a time.”

  “I remember,” I said, channelling the jealousy into my game. It worked. A couple of points smashed home in my favour.

  “So, what’s the landscape? Are you two a thing now?”

  I was surprised at the question. James isn’t usually one for talking, and neither am I. I shrugged. “We’re hammering that out, too.”

  “Nice. I’m sure you’ll be great together.”