Dirty Scoundrel

by Jessica Clare

  I carefully lift her skirt all the way up and blow a bit of air on the backs of her creamy thighs. She squirms, sucking in a breath as I do, and I can practically see her pussy clench through her tiny little panties. They’re a pale, cream-colored satin, the edges decorated with a bit of lace, and they’re just like her—elegant, ladylike, and still sexy.

  They’re also comin’ off right away.

  I hook a finger in the fabric and slowly drag them over the curves of her ass, revealing her pale skin. She shifts as I do, and it’s almost like her pretty ass is wigglin’ at the thought of me tonguin’ her from this angle. Inch by inch, I drag the panties down, and then her pussy is exposed, all pink folds and skin gleaming with a hint of arousal. Nat makes a little sighing noise when I pull the panties down her thighs.

  “Shhh,” I remind her. “You’re supposed to be quiet.”

  “I am,” she whispers. “And should I take my shoes off?” She taps one foot against my leg.

  “Nope,” I tell her. “All I need are these panties gone. You can keep the rest on while I fuck your pussy with my tongue.”

  She bites back a low little moan and sinks down on her elbows. “God, Clay,” she breathes. “You’re filthy.”

  I am. She likes that, though. I can tell. She’s already wet just at the thought of my tastin’ her, and I haven’t even put my mouth anywhere near her yet.

  I move off the bed from where I’m kneeling behind her, just so we can remove her panties off both her legs. I pull them off and then hand them to her. “Keep those safe for me.”

  She lowers her head to the blankets and gives a little muffled groan.

  “Quiet, quiet,” I remind in a low voice, even as I trace one finger up the inside of her thigh. She’s trembling, and when I finally get my finger on its slow journey up to her cleft, I touch her ever so lightly, moving back and forth against the seam of her cunt. “I want you to be fuckin’ soaked when I put my mouth on you, baby,” I tell her. “Get that pussy sopping wet for me so I can lick up all those juices.”

  She shudders and snatches a pillow from near the headboard, holding it against her face to muffle her heavy breathing.

  “Spread your legs for me, I think,” I tell her, rubbing my finger back and forth over her folds. “Nice and wide.”

  Nat shivers again and her hips jerk, almost as if she’s tryin’ to clench around my cock. Fuck, I love that. I’m dyin’ to push my fingers into her and fuck her with my hand, but I’m gonna drag this out. I want her to lose control, and the added torture of tryin’ to be quiet is just part of the game. It’s clear she’s enjoyin’ this, because she’s so wet the insides of her thighs are gleaming with moisture. I want to lick it all up.

  Hell, maybe I will. Maybe I should lie on my back and let her sit on my face for a bit. The mental image is enough to make my sac tighten, as if I’m ready to come, too. And when she obediently parts her legs wide, revealing her pink folds? It’s too much to resist. “Scoot up a bit on the bed.”

  “What?” She glances back at me, her face flushed and her hair tousled. Her eyes are glazed with need and I’ve barely even touched her.

  “Scoot up.” I give her plump ass a light slap and then rub the spot. “Enough so I can lie back on the bed.”

  Confused, she crawls forward a foot or two, and then looks back at me. “What are you going to do?”

  “Never you mind,” I tell her. “You’ll find out in a minute.” I press kisses to the curves of her delicious bottom, drawing out the tension a little. Then, when she’s good and squirming again, I lie back on the bed and shimmy up until her knees are on my shoulders, and I’ve got the prettiest sight a man ever saw—Natalie Weston’s cunt spread inches from my face.

  Perfection.

  I slide my hands up and down her thighs, rubbing them. “Lower that sweet pussy a little, baby.”

  Nat sucks in a breath, and then moans into her pillow when she realizes what I mean. “Clay, you want me to—”

  “Hell yeah I do.” Since she ain’t movin’ right away, I reach up and drag a finger up and down her folds, coating it with her juices, and then bring it to my mouth. “You taste so fuckin’ good, baby.”

  She bites back her whimper, and then her ass wiggles just a little, and her hips ease down a fraction. “My skirt,” she breathes.

  Don’t care about her skirt. All I care about is getting my mouth on her pussy. I tuck the fabric of her skirt behind my head and give a little tug on her thighs. “Lower, babe.”

  Nat moans, but she does as I ask, spreading her thighs wider so she can move her body down toward my face.

  Then, she’s there, a mere inch from my mouth, and the musk of her is fillin’ my nose with her scent. I love this. Love the way she smells, the way she tastes, even love the pretty, flushed folds of her cunt and the dark curls that surround it. I lift my head, eager to have a taste, and drag my tongue up the seam of her body.

  I can feel the tremble that rocks through her, can feel her thighs clench in response.

  “More?” I ask, panting. If she says no, I might fling her down on the bed and take what I want anyhow, I’m that far gone with need. Lick her until that shy “no” becomes the “yes” she secretly wants it to be.

  “God, yes,” she breathes.

  Then I’m the one groaning. I drag my tongue over her sweetness again, exploring her with tongue and lips, lapping up every bit of her arousal. Each stroke of my tongue over her folds makes her move a little, her hips shifting, and I know she’s trying to subconsciously steer me toward her clit, where she gets the greatest amount of pleasure. I’m going to get there, though. I’m just going to take a little more time doing so. I want her beside herself with need by the time I finally touch it.

  So I continue to kiss and explore her folds, dipping my tongue into the well of her core just once. I map her out with my lips, learning her body and steaming the insides of her thighs with my hot breath. All the while, she quietly wriggles atop of me, a mixture of impatience and desire.

  I stroke my fingers up and down the backs of her thighs, adding to my teasing. I’m giving her all kinds of touches, but not the ones that will bring her off, and she knows it.

  Her movements become more impatient. “Clay,” she pants. “Damn it, you’re not playing fair.”

  “What’s fair?” I ask between long, slow licks of her folds. Not the juicy bits hiding in them, just the outside. Just enough to make her crazy with unsatisfied lust.

  “Not this!”

  “Then how should I touch you?”

  “Deep,” she begs me. “So deep.”

  I can’t refuse. Not when she begs so beautifully. I push my face deeper into her folds, seeking out her clit with my tongue. I find the small bump and begin to circle it, just how she likes, and her little noises of delight grow louder by the moment. When I suck lightly on it, her hips buck against my face and she makes a choking sound.

  “Not so noisy,” I chastise her, and slip a finger between her thighs, seeking out her core. “Or I can’t give you more.”

  Her moan is almost inaudible, and she pushes the pillow against her face once more, seeking to stifle her sounds.

  I love it, though. I love how wild she gets when I touch her, how my reserved, lovely Natalie turns into a fierce, needy creature between the sheets. I suck on her clit again, and push a finger into her core.

  She inhales so deeply it almost sounds like a bull snorting, and I chuckle before licking her again.

  “Not funny,” she grits out in a low whisper. “You’re a torturer.”

  Am I? I’ll just have to torture her harder, then. I push a second finger into her heat, and her cunt immediately clasps tight around them, and I can feel her thighs quiver. She wants more. I thrust into her even as I return to licking her clit, and she immediately moans. Her cunt tightens around my fingers again, and I know she’s close. I curl one of my fingers forward, seeking the little rough patch that I’ve read online should be there.

  Nat nearly comes
off the bed. This time, her moan isn’t muffled by a pillow, and it echoes through the quiet room, overloud.

  And fuck, I love it. My dick jerks in my pants, and I have to force myself to remain in control. “You gotta quiet down, baby,” I whisper. “Don’t want anyone to come in and see me with my face buried in this sweet pussy—”

  Nat gives another choked moan, and then she’s coming, her cunt tightening reflexively around my fingers over and over again. I don’t want to stop, though. I want her to keep coming. I want her to come so hard that she tears up the bed, so I keep thrusting into her, my finger curved to find that G-spot on her walls, and I keep sucking and working her clit.

  “Clay,” she whines, panting. “I can’t— I need— Oh—oh!”

  She comes again, a scream muffled into her pillow. This time, when she comes, I feel a surge of wetness from between her thighs, and my tongue is coated with it. I feel an incredible sense of accomplishment. I think I just made my girl squirt. Hot damn, if that doesn’t make a man feel like a fucking king.

  Her movements slow over me, and the constant quivering of her hips turns slow and languid as her orgasms begin to ebb. She tries to crawl off of me, to get away from my insistent mouth, but I lock an arm around her thigh and hold her in place, continuing to fuck her with both tongue and fingers.

  When she comes again, I have mercy on her and let her flop onto her back next to me. Cool air rushes over my face and I wipe the taste of her from my lips and beard, satisfied that she’s been well-pleasured but aching for my own release. I glance over and her face is flushed bright red, her eyes glazed, her hair a disheveled mess. Her mouth is swollen and the pillow next to her is wet in one corner from where she’s been biting down.

  She looks so completely pleasured and fucked good, and my cock hasn’t even been inside her yet.

  “I love you,” she says weakly. “If I didn’t love you before, god, I’d sure love you after that.”

  I can’t help but grin, and I get to my feet, undoing the buckle on my belt before sliding it to the floor. I want to feel her skin against mine. Want to touch her and feel her body clasp around mine. “Want me to go another round between those pretty thighs?” I ask, using one hand to strip my jeans off, and the other to smooth up her leg. Can’t help touching her. It’s like an addiction.

  Her hands slide down her skirts to her pussy and she cups it, shielding it from my touch. “Think I’d rather have you inside me,” she says softly. “I feel so hollow right now, and I need to be filled up.”

  I groan at the sound of that. I strip off the rest of my clothes faster than I ever thought I could get undressed, and then I’m back on her girly bed, between her thighs. Her skirts are hiked up at her hips, her legs splayed wide, and I grab one knee and lead her leg to my hip.

  She immediately hooks it around me, pulling me down to her. “Clay,” she breathes. “My sweet Clay.”

  I cover her body with mine and lean in to kiss her, light and gentle. Her lips are soft and taste so good, and what should have been one quick kiss turns into long minutes of nothing more than kissing, over and over again, my mouth caressing hers. “Feels good to know I have all the time in the world to claim you.”

  Her smile is shy. “Forever, if you want.”

  “That’ll do for starters.” I reach between us and rub the head of my cock up and down her folds, slicking it with her juices.

  Her arms go around my neck and she shifts her hips, moving against my cock. “You want me to go on the pill now? I want you inside me with no condom. I want to feel all of you.”

  I’m surprised to hear my own wants and needs echoed by her. Just reinforces the fact that we’ve always been perfect for each other, and it’s only our own stubbornness that’s been keeping us apart all this time. “I want to be inside you like that,” I admit, and then take it one step further. “But I don’t want you on the pill.”

  “You don’t?”

  I shake my head. “I want you to have my baby. I want a family together. Can’t have that if you’re on the pill. Maybe it’s a crazy thought, but the thought of fillin’ you up with my cum makes me feel this primal sort of . . . pleasure.”

  Her lips part. “It does?”

  Oh fuck yeah, it does. The thought of her takin’ everything I have to give her? “More than you can ever know.”

  “And you want a baby?” Her eyes shimmer with a hint of tears. “With me?”

  I chuckle. “Well, I don’t want one with anyone else.”

  She slaps my shoulder at my poor joke, but her smile is huge. “A family is a big step.”

  “I’m ready. I’ve waited seven years for you, Natalie Weston. I’m ready to start our lives together.”

  “Me too,” she says softly. “Oh, Clay.”

  I drag my cock head up and down her wetness again. “And it ain’t just a ploy to get inside you bareback.”

  She giggles, but her laughter turns into a gasp when I sink inside her.

  And . . . fuck, that feels like the most amazing thing ever, being in her without a barrier. She’s hotter and wetter than I ever imagined. I feel every tremor that moves through her body. “I want you to come again for me, Nat. While I’m inside you like this.”

  She moans. Her hips rise and she gives me a little nod.

  I take her hand and press it back on the mattress. I’m covering her and I can look her in the eye like this. Maybe at some point we’ll try a buncha different positions, but there’s nothin’ I love more than gazin’ down at Nat while I fuck her. I start with hard, sure strokes, and without the condom on, my dick feels ten times more sensitive. I can feel everything. Everything. This time, I’m the one groaning and struggling for control as I push into her.

  “Pillow under my hips,” Nat pants, and grabs at a pillow above her head, then pushes it toward me.

  I grunt and lift our joined bodies up. She knows hers better than I do, and she knows what she needs. I stuff it under her plush bottom and then thrust into her again. “Better?”

  Her moan and the way she digs her nails into my shoulders tells me everything I need to know.

  I rock into her, harder and faster, the friction between us making the pleasure intensify. When Nat’s cunt starts to tighten around me again, I have to pause and regain my control.

  “No,” she pants, squeezing her hand into a fist against my shoulder. “Keep going. I’m so close.”

  And I’m far too close. But her urgency fuels mine, and I thrust into her, leaning in to capture her mouth with mine. Just a few more strokes, I tell myself. Hold out for a few more so she can come and then—

  She cries out underneath me, and I swallow her cry with my kiss. Her cunt tightens around my cock and it’s like she’s squeezing it with her fist, it’s so tight, and—

  And then I’m coming, too. My control is gone and I surge into her, filling her with my seed and giving her everything I’ve got, heart, body, and soul. I’ve never come so hard.

  Minutes pass and my breathing begins to slowly return to normal. I’m vaguely aware of my naked, sweaty body atop her, and she’s still wearing her pretty dress that we’ve now thoroughly wrecked. Her virginal bed’s pretty trashed, too. I press a kiss to her damp brow before sliding to one side so I don’t crush her. “I love you, Nat.”

  “Love you, too,” she murmurs sleepily.

  I hold her against me, tucking her against me, my cock still buried inside her. We’re both sticky from the release but I don’t feel like moving. I just wanna lie here with her, forever.

  Well, except that there’s a big wet spot in the bed. “You might wanna wash these sheets.”

  “Probably burn ’em,” she says with a yawn. “Hide the evidence.”

  “Why hide?” I ask, wrapping a possessive arm around her and restin’ it on one big, bouncy tit. “Your dad’s eventually gonna have to find out we’re together.”

  “Mmm, good point. I didn’t think about that.” She peers over her shoulder at me, all soft and sated. “So what happens now
between us?”

  I think for a minute. “A new contract.”

  Her brows go down. “Another contract?”

  I nod and rest my chin on her shoulder, tucking my face next to hers. “A marriage one.”

  “Oh.” Her voice goes soft. “Okay, yeah, that sounds good. Are you sure?”

  “Never been more sure of anything in my life.” It’s true, too.

  Epilogue

  Four Months Later

  Natalie

  My phone buzzes with a text message, waking me from a nap. I rub my eyes and scramble for my phone, only to knock it off the couch and on the floor. Shoot. That’s what I get for falling asleep in the living room. I haul myself off the sofa and pad across the newly laid tile, yawning as I scoop it up.

  I immediately feel queasy as I bend over, and retreat back to the couch. Ugh. Morning sickness could go away any day now. I lie back down and close my eyes, sweating and swallowing hard, waiting for the sensation to pass. Eventually it does, and I squeeze one eye open to peer at my phone.

  IVY: The mailman delivered to the wrong house again. I just got a big box with skulls on it that’s addressed to Lexi.

  IVY: I’d get in the car and bring it over but Seth finally just went down for his nap.

  I text her back, not quite ready to get up off my sofa myself.

  NAT: I’m still flattened by the barfs, so let’s text Lexi and let her know it went to your house, k?

  IVY: Thx. I’ll leave it on the front porch if she’s coming by soon. Tell her not to ring the doorbell bc baby sleeping. :)

  NAT: Will do.

  IVY: I’m sorry your stomach’s so bad. Ginger tea did wonders for me!

  NAT: I’ll send Clay out to get some later! TY!

  I sigh at my phone and rub my still-flat stomach. I’ve been pregnant for all of two months so far, I think, and I’m already pretty done with it. Ivy was a glowing beauty all through her pregnancy, I’ve been told by multiple sources. Me, I’ve already got swollen ankles, bad skin, and I’ve thrown up enough to lose five pounds . . . which makes no sense, because I’ve gained ten. I can tell I’m going to be one of those people that suffers all through pregnancy.