Dirty

by Gina Watson

  While his cock continued to pulse and drip within her he landed on top of her on the table, rolling them so that he was on his back, and she lay atop his sweaty chest. Her cheek rested right over his heart that fluttered as fast as a humming bird’s wings. His chest heaved, lifting her weight with him on each breath.

  As her climax waned, thoughts started to infiltrate her post-orgasmic buzz. Was it good for him? Did he enjoy it? How long was he going to stay inside of her? She’d be fine staying right where she was until the end of time.

  “Um…Sawyer?” She whispered.

  His hand came up to caress the knots of her spine. “Yeah, baby?”

  “Did you…I mean, was it enjoyable?”

  He lifted only his head from the table. “Look at me.” He clasped her upper arm, “It was the best—fucking incredible! You’re an amazing woman. If you couldn’t tell I was enjoying it then I guess I need to work you over a little bit more.”

  “No! Well not no…what I mean is, I thought it was spectacular.” He chuckled as his head went back down onto the hardwood table. “I’ve never been able to come that way before,” she said a tad embarrassed as she traced the area around his nipple with her index finger.

  “Oh Court, you’ve only been having sex with pencil dicks.”

  She smiled at his use of her nickname, and his insult that could only be described as true. When he’d entered her she’d been pleasantly filled—something that had never occurred before.

  Love. Maybe she’d imagined that he’d called her that. She felt him hardening inside of her, lengthening and tightening.

  “I’m ready for round two if you are.”

  “Round two?”

  “What did I say, Court?”

  “You’re ready.”

  “What did I say about how I would fuck you?”

  She thought back to his words that had turned her frustrated anger into sizzling desire. “Not once, not twice, but until you’re satisfied.”

  “That’s right. And I’m far from having enough of you.” To reinforce his statement his cock twitched and throbbed inside of her and he pressed his hips into her on a hard thrust.

  He stood them up, and then he pulled from her, turning her by the shoulders. He pressed on her lower back and patted the conference table with his hand. “Down you go.”

  But she wanted to watch him. “I like to see you.”

  “Hush, not this time. You’ll love this anyway.” His hand closed around her nape, over her hair while the other kneaded her right ass cheek. When he slapped her she gasped, her scream stuck somewhere between her chest and the back of her throat. He massaged out the sting and popped her again. This time her scream escaped.

  “You’ve been very naughty strutting around in your little dresses and heels, swishing your hips.” He slapped her other butt cheek.

  “Hmm.” The blooming, lingering heat sent fireworks up and down her spine.

  “And then your little shower time peep show left me hard, thick, and ready to explode.” His chest closed over her back, his warmth covered her as his lips whispered into her ear. “I know what you’re doing.”

  His hand on her neck turned her head to the side so that she looked into his eyes. “You do?”

  “Don’t play innocent. You’re trying to drive me crazy. Admit it.”

  His lips took hers, bruising and savage. Their tongues swirled together before he pulled back. “Admit it.” His hand closed tighter around the back of her neck.

  He was aggressive, but she wasn’t scared. She knew if she uttered the words, he’d stop. “I wanted you.”

  “Yeah, you wanted some of this.” He thrust his hips, his cock entering her all the way—hot, heavy, filling. He pulled out and hammered back into her, giving her no time to adjust. His pounding was unrelenting, forcing the air from her lungs. To prevent from sliding up the table on his thrusts she put her palms flat and pushed back. His hands moved to her shoulders, affording him the leverage needed to beat into her repeatedly. His cock was a battering ram that brought her to a furiously approaching climax. One hand left her shoulder, stroking the inside of her thigh while he continued to pump away, his unrestrained yells filling her ears.

  “Sawyer! Oh…Oh God.”

  His fingers rolled over her pulsating clit. “I’m going to come.”

  “Now, Courtney. You’ll come now.”

  She did. Their climactic screams meeting in the airwaves. Her contracting muscles held him deep as she felt his release and their increased moisture merge. His hips continued to thrust in hard, consistent bursts.

  A few more drives, and then he collapsed on top of her, sweaty and breathing heavily. She hummed in the pleasure of his warmth and his large body over hers. She was fully satisfied. Her body tingled from head to toe from the workover he’d given, but how wonderful it was to be used by him to bring them both out of this world pleasure. She’d never experienced anything like it before—three orgasms, two from the ramming of his cock inside of her. She wondered how she would ever go back to normal guys after this. She hoped she wouldn’t have to.

  ***

  Slumped over this beautiful doll of a woman, attempting to catch his breath his only thought was—what the hell was that? That connection?

  While he hadn’t had much sex in the past two years with everything else he had going on, he’d had plenty overall. He knew when a woman was satisfied and when she wasn’t. When he was too aggressive and when she needed all he could give. But this woman—God, this woman—she wanted everything he had. She seemed amazed by the pleasure he’d given her—as if her eyes had been opened for the first time and she was feasting on a glorious rainbow. He’d given Courtney her first G-spot orgasm. He’d let her feel just what her body was made to do, and how it was made to take and give pleasure.

  He rolled to his back, taking her with him so that she lay on top of him. “So Court, you uh…did you just have your first orgasm?”

  “I think so.”

  “You think so?” He grabbed his cock, testing its readiness.” Give me a moment and I’ll make damned sure you know”—

  “What I mean is…I’ve never had one from the inside before.”

  “How then?”

  “I usually finish after.”

  “After what?”

  “After the guy pulls out.”

  He shook his head. “Fucking shitcakes!”

  “I agree—they were all shitcakes.”

  He got tickled at her saying the insult and his chest rumbled with laughter. She giggled very girlishly along with him and she felt his arms circle around under her breasts, pulling her tighter to him.

  She sighed into his neck. Contented as a fat cat. He thought about what had brought them to their current naked and sated state—their earlier argument. So his boss was a David. What the fuck was he doing? He released her. “Can you get up?”

  She stood, effectively sliding from his cock. A drop fell from her onto his thigh and he groaned at the most erotic thing he’d ever felt. He started the task of pulling up his pants while she gathered her clothes from the floor and excused herself to the restroom. With the aid of the streetlight streaming in through the window, he watched the two dimples in her back as she retreated from the room.

  Once he was fully clothed he sat in one of the leather chairs that circled the oversized table. He scrubbed his face, thinking he’d just made a huge mistake. He’d put his needs above those of his family. He wondered what demands Courtney would make. He reached down and pulled his wallet from his pocket. Opening it he removed the paycheck he’d received earlier that day at the construction site. It was excellent money and the gig could be counted on to run through the winter, meaning he’d be able to provide a nice Thanksgiving and Christmas for the girls. If he didn’t fuck it up!

  She returned, turned on the harsh overhead lights, and then took the chair across from him. Her color was high, the blush across her face and chest affording her the look of a fully satisfied woman.

  “
What have you got there?” She eyed the paper in his hands.

  Lowering the check to the table he then slid it across to her. She picked it up and analyzed it, looking at him wide-eyed when she was finished. “It’s your paycheck.”

  “It is.”

  “That’s wonderful.”

  “Who signed it?”

  She frowned as she read the name.

  “What does it say?”

  She pushed the check back toward him.

  “Courtney, you need to answer me.”

  Her eyes narrowed at him. “Britton David.”

  “Ah, Britton David. I assume you know him.”

  “Of course I do. We share a name.” She stared at him, not blinking, shoulders squared.

  “Right, the David name. Now is he your cousin, your brother, your uncle?”

  She looked away. It must be worse than he’d thought. “Who is he to you?”

  “He’s my father.”

  “Fuck!” He closed his eyes. “Your father. Fucking great.” Now he had to humble himself before her, which is something he didn’t want to do. “Look, Courtney, I need this job so I’m going to ask you what it is that you expect from me, and I need you to be clear with your expectations.”

  “What?” Her big ice-blue eyes blinked at him.

  “What are you going to tell your father? Is there something I can to do to prevent you from telling him about us? What can I do so that no one ever finds out about what just happened here?” He stabbed at the tabletop with the pad of his index finger.

  “I wasn’t going to tell him anything.”

  “And what demands are you planning to lay on me?”

  “Just one.” She held a finger in the air.

  “What is it?”

  She pressed her palms into the table. As she leaned toward him, he felt her breathy whisper on his face, “I never want to speak with you again.” She stood, walked toward the door, shut off the light, and left the room.

  To say he was more than a little confused would be a lie. He was completely stunned. Yet, he couldn't believe for a moment that she was just going to let this go. He went after her, finding her standing at a desk, flipping through some envelopes.

  “I don’t understand you.”

  “You’re free to go, Sawyer. I will try to stay out of your way, if you’ll please extend me the same courtesy.” She sniffled.

  “Look at me,” He inhaled loud and frustrated.

  “Just go, Sawyer.”

  His hand on her shoulder, he turned her to face him. Her cheeks were tear stained and her lashes were wet. “What do you want from me?”

  “There’s the door.” She pointed.

  He ran his hands over his face. He’d not wanted to hurt her. “It’s best this way, Courtney.” His fingers stroked her elbow.

  “About thirty seconds ago I realized you’re right. Why are you still here?”

  “Are you going to be okay?”

  “Fine.”

  She kept her eyes down, shielding herself from him. With a finger beneath her chin he lifted her blue gaze to his brown one. “I told you I don’t have time for a relationship. I have responsibilities that keep me from doing what I want or like to do.”

  “Yes, you mentioned that a time or two.”

  “Well what’s with the tears?”

  “I expected you to be busy and unavailable, but I never expected you to treat me with utter disdain and dismissal.”

  He grimaced at her definition. “I’m sorry. I just don’t have time to play games. I need clear expectations.”

  “I get it. I don’t play emotional games.” She grabbed her purse and keys. “Are we done here? I’d like to be.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yep.”

  “Are you going to be telling your father or anyone else about”—

  Her blue jewels simmered at him now. “I’ve already given you my word that I won’t. Please leave.”

  He huffed and plodded away. He definitely had zero time in his schedule for difficult females.

  ***

  Courtney watched Sawyer walk away in the dark, and then she flopped down into the chair at her desk. Truth to tell, her lady parts were a little worse for the wear. She shifted in the chair, eager to feel more evidence that he’d been there. When she felt him she smiled.

  “What do you have to be smiling about, Courtney?”

  She dropped her head into her hands and moaned as she rubbed. She’d been worried things were going to be awkward. “Awkward silence would have been better than flat out dismissal.”

  She heard the bachelorette party girls leaving for the night and looked up from her desk to peek out the window. The girls all howled like hyenas when a group of three males approached them.

  “Hey baby, what are you doing here?” One of the guys approached the girl wearing the sash and kissed her.

  “I missed you.”

  “We’re going to be married tomorrow.”

  “I still missed you tonight.”

  “You can’t crash the party, Garrett,” one of the bachelorette girls shouted.

  He held his palms up in surrender. “Not crashing, just checking in with my girl.”

  He kissed her again and escorted her into the waiting limo where the party had disappeared. The bachelorette rolled down the window and leaned out. “I love you, Garrett Brown!” Their hands held until the limo pulled from the curb. Garrett waved to her, even stepped from the curb and stood in the middle of the street to keep waving, while his two guy friends laughed from the sidewalk. Once the limo was out of sight he joined his buddies.

  “Dude, you’ve got it bad.”

  With his curly brown hair blowing against his forehead, Garrett smiled, “I know I do, but you would too if she were yours.” He slid his hands into his pockets.

  The trio proceeded to walk up the street, leaving Courtney with her mouth agape at the window. “Ugh!” She gathered her bag and keys and locked up the place.

  In her car, she turned the ignition over and then put it into drive. Her situation was fucked. What had she thought was going to happen after having sex with him? Was he supposed to magically realize how much he needed her in his life?

  She drove home thinking about her foolish behavior. What hurt most was, as it turned out, he wasn’t the guy she thought he was at all. She’d thought him to be so different from the others. She laughed out loud at the situation. He was worse, prejudice against her for something she had absolutely no control over—her family’s money and who her father was. He seemed to care about those two things much more than any man she’d been with before.

  Pulling up to the house she smiled. Thank God she wasn’t living alone…at least not tonight. Inside, she walked to the kitchen for a bottle of water and maybe some whiskey. Tequila shots, anyone?

  She’d wanted to call Clara and tell her everything that had happened, but she couldn’t very well do that without breaking her promise to him. She sighed in front of the fridge.

  “Rough night?”

  She swung around and settled eyes on her brother Everett. She skidded over to him and squeezed him in her arms. “Everett. I’m glad you’re here.”

  He rubbed her back. “So really a rough night.” He smiled.

  He was eating iced circus animal cookies and milk. Those cookies had always been his favorite. “You could say that. Why aren’t you at Fiona’s?”

  “We watched Spider-Man in the theater. She fell asleep with Ryder.”

  “He’s great. She’s great. I’m happy for you.” She took a stool at the bar next to him and he pushed the bag of cookies across the counter in her direction.

  “They are. I hope I can be great for them in return.”

  “You are, Everett. You’re a wonderful man. I wish I could find someone as wonderful as you.”

  “Wow. That’s meaningful coming from you, considering our history of rope burns and noogies.” They laughed and he popped another cookie in his mouth. “You look blue, girl. What�
�s going on?”

  She rested her head on her stretched out arm and brought a pink cookie to her mouth. “I messed up tonight.”

  “Does this have anything to do with Sawyer from dreamland?”

  She gasped. “Everett!”

  He chuckled. “Come on, you talk about him in your sleep, so I figure this has something to do with him.”

  “You shouldn’t sneak up on people when they’re asleep.”

  “You were in the den. Oh, Sawyer. Yes! Oh, Sawyer.” His voice was high in pitch as he tried to mimic her.

  She slapped his arm repeatedly until he shut up. “I don’t think I’ll be having any more dreams about him.”

  “No?”

  She held the pink-iced animal cookie between her fingers on the granite. Everett galloped a white-cookie animal over to touch noses with hers. “What kind of name is Sawyer anyway?”

  “The best kind.”

  “You really like this guy.”

  “I did.”

  “What happened to change that?”

  “You know how Travis wanted to marry me because I was great for his stock?”

  Everett nodded.

  “Well, I met this physician the other day and when he found out my last name he started bloviating about how wonderful it was to not really have to work or worry about money and student loan debt.”

  Everett’s lips thinned out as she told her story. “I met this guy, Sawyer. He’s a hardworking man—has like three jobs, and he renovated his home with his bare hands. I thought…now here’s a guy who doesn’t care about money or my name or what my name means within the community, but I was wrong. So wrong.” She shook her head and huffed. He went bananas when he found out who I was. Turns out one of his big jobs is the David Restaurant. Dad’s name on his paycheck sent him into a bitch fit.”

  “Why?”

  “I sort of lied at first and told him my last name was Jones.”

  Everett’s eyes bugged. “You did?”