Dirty

by R. L. Kenderson

  After he left, the backyard was silent.

  “That was awesome,” Tera finally said. “You should have seen his face. Classic.”

  Elise didn’t even try to tell her again that she hadn’t done it as a joke. What was she supposed to say instead? That the green-eyed monster had taken over her body, and she had acted immaturely? No, she definitely wasn’t going to say that.

  “Remind me never to cross you,” Sean told Elise.

  Rachel took Luke’s shirt and the towel into the house. Sean turned and followed.

  Tera stood up from the chair and approached Elise. She patted her on the arm. “Don’t worry; he’ll get over it.” Then, she continued on into the garage and disappeared.

  Alone, Elise admitted to herself that she’d acted juvenile, and she felt guilty. She was maturer than that, and the grown-up thing to do was go and apologize.

  Not bothering to say good-bye to anyone, Elise took off after Luke.

  Luke cut through a few yards to make it home as fast as he could. He didn’t know what Elise had had in her drink, but it must have been sugary because he was sticky, and he smelled fruity. He needed to get to his house and get in the shower ASAP.

  Luke made it there in record time. He used his garage code to open the automatic door and head inside. Since he was leaving again soon, he didn’t bother shutting it.

  He went up to his bedroom and stripped, throwing his soaked shorts and boxers in his laundry basket in his closet. He walked into his master bath, hopped in his shower, and quickly went about cleaning Elise’s drink out of his hair and off his skin.

  He felt a little bad for just leaving like that because he sensed Elise’s guilt for what had happened. She hadn’t laughed like everyone else and had seemed shaken up. But Luke had just wanted to get home and get clean. The sooner he was back to normal, the sooner he would talk to Elise and tell her he wasn’t mad that she had spilled her drink on him. He would survive getting wet.

  Luke was almost finished with his shower when he heard a noise.

  Is that my garage door?

  He wasn’t sure, but that was definitely someone calling his name. Luke hastily rinsed off the last of the soap, shut off the shower, and stepped out. He grabbed a towel to throw around his waist and stepped into his bedroom as the door to the hallway opened, and Elise walked in.

  She quickly turned around. “Oh my God, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d be naked.”

  Luke laughed. “It’s okay, Lise. You’ve already seen everything anyway. Besides, I have a towel on.” He tucked one side of his towel into the waist to keep it from falling down.

  She slowly turned back around, but if he wasn’t mistaken, her cheeks were slightly flushed, making her green eyes pop.

  He stepped toward her. “What’s up?” he asked.

  She took in a deep breath and squared her shoulders. “I came to tell you, I’m sorry.”

  He waved it off. “It’s okay. It’s not a big deal. So, you spilled your drink on me. It’s not like I melted or anything.”

  She squared her jaw. “I appreciate that, but I really need you to accept my apology.”

  He started moving closer to her. Hmm…

  “Why is this so important to you?”

  She rolled her eyes. “It just is, okay?”

  When Luke reached her, he studied her face. She looked determined yet embarrassed, and he didn’t think it was because he only wore a towel.

  Realization dawned.

  “Holy shit, you were jealous.”

  That certainly hadn’t been his intention. There had been absolutely nothing sexual going on with Tera. She’d been hurt, and he had been making sure she was okay. But, since he had made Elise envious, he couldn’t deny that he was a little pleased with her reaction to him.

  Elise scoffed. “No, I wasn’t.”

  He wasn’t convinced. “Yes, you were,” he insisted.

  She put her hands on her hips. “Okay, so what if I was? I made a rash decision. It was immature and childish, and I’m sorry. So, just accept my apology.”

  Luke shook his head and licked his lip. “Lise, that is hot as hell.”

  She furrowed her brows. “That I was immature and childish?”

  “No, that you were jealous. You want me.”

  She shook her head and stuck up her nose. “No, it was a fluke.”

  “Fluke, my ass,” he said before kissing her.

  Luke gave Elise no warning before he pulled her close and took her mouth. He smelled like soap and man. Elise groaned against his lips as he swept his tongue between them. God, he tasted good. And smelled good and felt even better.

  Is there anything about this man that isn’t good?

  At this moment, the answer was an obvious no.

  Maybe she should be playing hard to get. After all, she was in the bedroom with a known player. But she didn’t really want to be gotten in the first place. She just wanted to have some good old-fashioned dirty sex. Sleeping together did not equal a relationship, and she was totally okay with that. Some women might think Luke was using her, but she wanted him for the exact same reason. It was mutually beneficial to the two of them, and if they were both happy, then that was just fine.

  Elise clutched his shoulders and then ran her hands down his smooth chest and over his washboard stomach. Then, she moved her fingers up the muscular expanse of his back and down again to circle his towel with her fingertips.

  Then, she ripped it off him, tossing it aside.

  Luke, who had his arms around her, pulled her closer to him and growled. But Elise didn’t want to be closer to him. She wanted…she shoved her hand down. She just needed a tad more room…and she pulled her body away until…ahh…she circled him with her fingers and squeezed.

  “Jesus,” Luke said, breaking their kiss.

  God, she loved his dick. It was long and thick and freaking perfect in every way.

  She wanted to taste him again.

  She backed away to get on her knees.

  Luke grabbed her upper arms and made her stand. “No fucking way. Me first this time.”

  Elise didn’t get to protest because Luke yanked off her shirt, flicked off her bra, and pulled her shorts and underwear down within seconds. He kissed her again and guided her toward his bed. When the backs of her knees hit it, he pushed her over. She scooted her body up, so she wasn’t hanging off the bed as Luke quickly removed her sandals.

  He then dragged her right back to the edge as he dropped to his knees. He put his mouth directly on her clit and sucked.

  Elise’s hips shot off the bed, and she moaned.

  Luke released her clit and kissed each side of her labia before giving her one long lick. He then proceeded to fuck her with his mouth. She squirmed and tried to rub herself against his face. He kept giving her clit the attention it needed, but when she got close, he’d pull away. This happened several times.

  “Oh, please, Luke. Please, please, please, let me come. I need it so bad.”

  He stood and rose over her, licking the taste of her off his lips. “Why didn’t you say so?”

  Luke opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. He quickly made work of the wrapper and covered himself. He spread her thighs with his hands, pushing her legs wide, and entered her in a single thrust.

  Elise moaned long and loud. He felt fantastic. Like he was made to be there.

  Luke leaned over her, and she enveloped his body with her arms. He wrapped his around her, too, and maneuvered them to the middle of the bed.

  When they got there, Elise began to pump her hips. She was tired of letting him play around with her. She wanted to come, damn it.

  But he had other plans. Luke raised his body up and away as he moved inside her. She rolled her hips, trying to reach her orgasm by bringing the two of them closer. Luke kept trying to keep her still, as if he knew her body better than she did.

  He leaned down and spoke in her ear, “You are one feisty girl. Do you not trust me?”

 
Her answer was to tug his head down for a kiss and arch up on his cock. He tasted like her, and she loved it.

  Luke groaned but pulled his mouth away. He shook his head as he smiled. “I guess we’re going to have to do this the hard way.”

  He took both her arms and drew them up over her head. He brought her wrists together and held them with one of his hands. With his other hand, he held down her hip, pinning her to the bed. She tried to fight him at first, but then he began fucking her. Like really fucking her. He pounded in and out of her, as if that were his mission in life.

  She tried to fight him at first because she wanted him to rub up against her clit, but she should have known he’d know what she was doing. As he powered inside her over and over, he hit a spot deep inside her pussy that made her see stars. She forgot all about her clit as she begged him to fuck her harder. Longer. To never stop.

  Then, she came, and it was all over. It wasn’t one of those cute little orgasms that fluttered through a woman’s body, making her look sweet and feminine. No, this was a convulsing, screaming full-body orgasm. She knew she probably looked like she was having a seizure or something, but she didn’t care because she came and she came and she came. It was the best orgasm of her life.

  After her body calmed and she was able to pay attention to other things around her again, Elise realized Luke did know her body better than she’d thought he did. She’d never had a vaginal orgasm before, except for maybe their first night together. If only she could remember that.

  Luke let go of her wrists and leaned back on his legs, pulling hers over his hips. He slowly brushed his hand all the way down her arm and over her shoulder. He swept it over her chest, pausing to caress her breasts and giving each nipple a tweak, before stopping close to where their bodies joined. He looked up into her eyes. His brown eyes were full of intensity as he dropped down onto his forearms and began to move inside her again.

  She moaned and wrapped her legs around him. Now, it was his turn, and she wanted to feel him come inside her. For the first time that she could remember, she cursed STDs and unwanted pregnancies because she wanted to feel him with nothing in between them.

  As Luke thrust in and out of her, she tugged him close to let him know that she was okay, and he could go faster. Luke picked up his pace as he panted near her ear, his breath catching every few seconds. She loved that she was making him breathe like that.

  With this new position, Luke’s pelvic bone rubbed against her clit. Here was what she’d been seeking before, and now, she didn’t need it. But it didn’t matter because, as Luke continued to move inside her over and over, it wasn’t long before she came again. And, this time, Luke was right there with her.

  For the second time that night, Elise saw fireworks.

  Luke closed his eyes for a moment and waited for his breathing to even out and his heart rate to slow. He grabbed a tissue from his nightstand to remove the condom and threw it in the wastebasket he kept next to his bed. Then, he flopped back and stared up at the ceiling.

  “Holy shit,” Elise said beside him, sounding as winded as he felt.

  He turned his head to look at her. “You okay?”

  She rolled up onto her side, toward him. “Hell yes.” She cleared her throat and shifted her eyes away from his, like she was nervous. “How did you learn how to do that?”

  He shook his head, not understanding. “Do what?”

  She met his eyes for a brief instant. “Sex.”

  Luke laughed. “I’m pretty sure every guy learns about sex while in middle school. Who I actually learned it from, I don’t know. That was a long time ago.”

  She sighed. “No, not sex in general.”

  She rolled onto her back, further away from him, so he reached over and pulled her toward him, resting her head on his shoulder.

  “Where did you learn how to have sex like that?” she asked.

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. Practice, I guess.”

  She traced lines across his chest. “No, it’s more than that.” She paused and raised her head to look at him. “I can’t believe you’re going to make me say it.”

  Now, he was really confused. “Lise, I have no idea what you mean, so I’m sorry, but, yes, you’re going to have to say it.”

  She placed her head back on his shoulder. “Where did you learn to fuck like that? To make me come like that?”

  Luke chuckled. “Oh. Well…the answer’s still the same for the most part. Practice. And paying attention to a woman’s body.” He cupped the back of her neck and drew her head away from him, so he could look into her eyes. “Why? Was it good for you?” He already knew it by the huge climax she’d had, but he didn’t want to sound cocky and say it out loud.

  She smiled. “Very.” She looked at her hand. “Can you believe I’ve never had an orgasm like that before?”

  He wrinkled his brow.

  She looked at him, noting his expression, and explained, “A vaginal orgasm. It’s always been a clitoral orgasm for me.” She rolled her eyes. “And, sometimes, not even that.”

  “What?”

  “What do you mean by, what?”

  “How could you not come? You’re so…responsive.”

  Luke was mystified how anyone could not get this female off. She was like dynamite in his arms.

  “Yeah, well, it’s definitely happened.”

  He snorted. “Losers.”

  “Hey,” she protested.

  “Them, not you.”

  “But I dated them.”

  “Well then, maybe you were a loser, too.”

  She reached over and pinched him on the side.

  “Ouch. That hurt.”

  “You deserved it.” She laughed.

  He held up the hand that wasn’t around her, giving her an exaggerated shrug. “If the shoe fits.”

  She extended her arm again, and Luke rolled off the bed.

  “No pinching.”

  She sat up on her knees, her beautiful breasts swaying and her blonde hair falling around her shoulders. She looked at him with a knowing smile. “Fine. No blow jobs for you. Not from me anyway.”

  Luke laughed and headed to the bathroom. He turned when he reached the door. Elise didn’t look happy that he was mocking her threat.

  “Babe, you can’t stay away from this dick. You said so yourself.” He pivoted and entered the bathroom.

  “I did not!” Elise shouted. Two seconds later, she said, “Oh, crap, I did.” She growled, “Damn alcohol.”

  Luke chuckled to himself at her revelation while he used the facilities.

  “We’d probably better go.” Elise raised her voice, so he could hear her. “It’s going to be dark soon, and we want to be back before the fireworks show starts.”

  He exited the bathroom to find Elise pulling on her shorts. He moved toward her, still naked, and pulled her close. “I don’t want you to put your clothes on.”

  She placed her hands on his bare chest and rubbed. “Me either. But we have to get back.”

  Rather than argue, he kissed her.

  She only hesitated for a second before she kissed him back. He had her right where he wanted her. He kissed his way down her neck and tilted her back over his arm, so he could kiss her breasts. How had he missed these before? He sucked a nipple in his mouth, and a moan escaped out of the back of Elise’s throat.

  He released her and said, “I’m sorry I didn’t give these the attention they deserved earlier.” He then moved on to the other breast and gave it the same consideration as the first.

  “Oh, Luke, that feels so good,” she told him, panting out the words.

  “Does this mean, you’ll take your shorts off?”

  She made a cry of distress. “No, we can’t.”

  He released her nipple with a pop and set her on her feet.

  “What—why’d you stop?”

  “If Luke can’t have fun, then Elise can’t have fun.”

  Elise’s expression changed from confusion to conniving. “In that case
…” She wrapped her whole hand around his cock and pumped him in her fist as she leaned in and gently sucked on his neck.

  She pulled away and smiled at him.

  He put his forehead on hers. “Baby, you play dirty.”

  She laughed but released him down below. Then, she stood up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips across his. “Now, go get dressed before people start asking questions.”

  He reluctantly did what she’d asked. Even though he wanted to stay there, naked, with her all night, he knew their friends would start to wonder why they were both gone.

  Luke grabbed some clothes from his closet and dresser and put them on while Elise looked over her appearance in the mirror. Then, they headed out.

  As they got closer to Sean and Rachel’s, he asked, “Do you want us to separate, or do you not care if we show up together?”

  “I’m going to tell them I went to apologize to you, so there’s no need to hide that we’re together. But how about we walk around the front of the house? That seems less conspicuous for some reason.”

  He shrugged. “Sure. Whatever you want.”

  They had a few blocks to go, and they were taking their time.

  He was surprised when Elise asked him about sports, “So, I saw you playing football earlier, of course. I thought hockey was your thing?”

  He shrugged again. “I like all sports actually. Hockey is just the one I was the best at.”

  “I remember. You got a scholarship to U of M, right?”

  He nodded. “I did. Do you like hockey?”

  “Well…I have a confession to make.”

  He stopped in his tracks. “You don’t like hockey?” he asked incredulously. “I’m sorry, but I can no longer have sex with you.”

  Elise laughed. “No, it’s not like that. I guess you could say, I don’t like it”—he gasped mockingly—“but I don’t dislike it either. The thing is, I really don’t get it.”

  They began to walk again.

  “You don’t get it?”

  “Until high school, I did most of my growing up in South Dakota. I don’t think I knew one person who played hockey. We moved to Minnesota, and here, everybody and their fricking dog plays hockey. My coworker has a hockey rink in her backyard for her kids. My other coworker has a son and daughter who are each captains of their college teams. And the thing I really don’t get is that it’s ridiculously expensive, yet everybody plays. I know hockey is big in New England, but I still think Minnesota is up there right after Canada.”