Playing Dirty

  “Oh, that’s rich. You took my shoes, got me soaking wet in the rain, half naked with bare feet in a dirty, dark alley, and now you want to be polite?”

  She had a point. So fuck it: I kept the momentum going by giving the cups of her bra a rough tug to get them out of my way. Damn, but my hunch was spot-on.

  Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were a handful and more than I could fit into my mouth, so I’d call that perfect. Her skin was pale, the sort of creamy pale that was common among redheads, and her nipples were the same color as her lips, pink with a hint of peach. I palmed one breast while I gave a soft kiss to the taut bud of its twin. Cassidy inhaled sharply when I followed that up with the scrape of my teeth. My tongue wanted in on the action, so I sucked her nipple fully into my mouth and teased its raised peak with a series of flicks and licks. Pulling back, I squeezed her breast and let the pert bud pop free.

  Cassidy arched again, her hand moving between us to yank at my shirt.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You’re taking liberties. Why shouldn’t I?”

  It was cute. It was also about to get both of us into some serious trouble. Trouble I’d been seeking, true enough, but the reality was that we could never come back from this, so it was a risk we both needed to be willing to take. My little buddy jerked in my pants, telling me to stop thinking too much and let the woman have what she wanted.

  “If you go below the belt, you’re giving me permission to do the same.” It was a fair warning.

  “I’m curious,” she said.

  “About?”

  “I want to see if you’re as big in person as—” She stopped abruptly.

  “As what?”

  “As all the women in the office say you are.”

  I drew my head back. “Really? How big do they say I am?”

  “Big.”

  “Hmm, I hate to disappoint you, but the truth is, none of them would actually know.” I never mixed business with pleasure, though it seemed I was hell-bent on breaking all the rules with Cassidy to make sure I won the partnership. But was it really just about the partnership? I shook the thought free because I couldn’t afford to think like that.

  Taking her hand, I maneuvered it between us until she was cupping the bulge in my pants that had grown to astronomical proportions. “That should give you a pretty good idea, but you won’t know for sure until you see it up close and personal.” With just the right amount of pressure, my hand moved back and forth over hers so that we were both stroking me through my pants while Cassidy watched. “And if you want to see it, you’re going to have to take it out yourself.”

  There was a hint of something devious in the way she looked up at me from beneath thick lashes. “You don’t think I will?”

  I rolled her nipple under my other palm, but kept her locked in my stare. “No, I don’t.”

  Cassidy slipped her hand out from under mine, and her fingers worked my belt loose. She was bluffing. No way did I believe she would follow through. That was, until she did. The button was the next to go, and then her cold hand dipped inside my pants to fondle my cock.

  “Christ!” I bent and nipped her neck again, earning another moan of approval as I undulated against her palm. In her excitement, she squeezed my cock, but it was the kind of squeeze I really liked.

  When I’d worked my way up her neck and to her ear, I whispered, “But you still can’t see it.”

  The woman was so predictable. Issue a little challenge and she would rise to meet it.

  Cassidy unzipped my wet pants before pushing them over my hips and halfway down my ass, which was plenty far enough to allow my cock to spring free. Oh, God. The release into the cold air was heavenly, and the only thing missing was the weight of her stare. I wanted her to see me.

  I was in fuck-the-rain mode then, and stepped back so she could get a good look. Rain soaked every stitch of clothing I was wearing, but I didn’t give a shit. It was worth it to relish the hungry look in her eyes when she took me in. The man-eater was starving for a taste, and I was going to offer up my cock as a willing sacrifice.

  “Well?”

  “Impressive,” she said, taking it in her hands and stroking me. If she’d had any idea how much I liked that, she probably would’ve stopped, so I kept my composure, to the best of my ability. “Nice and veiny … smooth and thick.”

  I laughed. “Oh, so now you’re a cock connoisseur?”

  “I gave you a compliment, Shaw. Take it. I don’t give them often.”

  She pulled me in closer, so that the head of my cock touched the exposed skin of her stomach with each down stroke of her hand. My bowed head gave me an excellent view of the expert way she worked me. Damn, I wanted her. And not even just to seduce her. I wanted to fuck her, because if she rode a cock anywhere close to the way she was jacking mine, I was in for quite the experience.

  Still stroking me, she used her other hand to pull me down to kiss her again. Only I couldn’t take credit for that kiss. It was all Cassidy, which made my balls ache and my cock even more rigid. Her tongue took over, stroking mine with the same intensity as her hand on my cock, until I thought I couldn’t take the sensation anymore. I’d heard she was a multitasker extraordinaire, and this bit was proof positive of that.

  And then my hand found its way under her skirt to her abdomen and inside her panties. The groan I gave when I felt how wet she was for me was unscripted, but my exploration of her tender flesh was not. I fucking loved the warm, wet glide of my fingers through the silky flesh of a woman’s most intimate parts. I loved even more the way Cassidy clung to me and moaned when I teased her clit and then dipped my fingers inside her.

  Damn, she was tight. So tight my cock nearly exploded. There would be no slow and gentle here. Nothing about the two of us would ever be slow and gentle. This was about exploitation, a means to an end—an opportunity for me to gain the upper hand and put Cassidy in her place. At least that was what I’d kept telling myself.

  Pulling my fingers free, I stroked her again, massaging her clit until she was on the brink and then thrusting them back inside her. Cassidy’s head fell back, her eyes and chin set in defiance even as her thighs parted wider. There still wasn’t enough room to do the job adequately. She was already pissed over the blouse, so fuck it; I ripped her goddamn panties off, too.

  Her mouth opened to say something, but I cut the bitching off when I stole her breath on the return to business. And I showed zero mercy on the fast and hard. The clench of her walls around my fingers and the choking squeeze of her hand around my cock were excruciating and glorious at the same time. Fuck, I’d known she’d like it rough.

  “Oh, yeah. That’s it right there, isn’t it?” I growled.

  She couldn’t answer. Hell, it didn’t even look like she was breathing. Maybe that was because she was on the verge of coming. I could feel her bearing down, practically smell her arousal in the air, and the charge arcing between us had nothing to do with the electricity from the storm.

  My cock was forgotten when Cassidy opted for the hard grip on my shoulders instead. I bit her lip because I knew she liked it, and I pushed my fingers in to the knuckles, stroking the rough patch I found deep inside with a beckoning. And then the pulsing began.

  Cassidy broke our kiss and buried her face against my neck, gifting me with the throaty sound of her orgasm. If she hadn’t been at my ear, I never would’ve heard it, and damn, I would’ve been missing out. Never had any woman sounded so innocent and wicked at the same time. How the fuck could I have possibly gotten harder? Her moan was like an aphrodisiac, and I wasn’t quite ready for it to stop. So, I switched back to the thrusting, harder and faster until I could feel the quake it sent through her body, and she kept coming. Over and over again.

  The folds of her pussy would be swollen and tinged red from the ferocity of my finger fuck. Good. I hoped any discomfort she felt in the morning would serve as a reminder of who’d given her the pleasure that had accompanied it.

  An
d then I stopped, allowing her to catch her breath. Normally, I’d want some reciprocation, but tonight, I was all about the giving. After all, if she got it good enough, she’d fall all over herself to get it again. Which meant she’d slip in other places as well.

  “Are you afraid of heights?” She barely managed a shake of her head. “Good,” I said and then squatted, taking her left leg and draping it over my shoulder. Looking up at her confused expression, I smirked. “Better hold on.”

  If she was confused before, I’d say she was stupefied when I braced for her weight and did the same with her right leg, forcing her skirt up and around her waist. She clutched my head when I stood, lifting her into the air for a reverse shoulder ride.

  When I settled her back against the building, she suddenly found her voice. “Are you freakin’ crazy? What are you doing? Put me—”

  I loved stunning her to silence, and I did it once again when my face found its way to that juicy little pussy of hers to lavish it with my mouth. I would’ve stopped to check that her silence wasn’t an indicator of distress if the way she fisted my hair at the roots and moved against my mouth hadn’t clued me in that she was better than fine. In fact, I’d say she was fucking excellent. And I wasn’t complaining, either. The taste of Cassidy was exquisite on my tongue. She was soft and wet, her clit eager for the attention I gave. And hell yeah, I gave it, coaxing the hardened pebble to another orgasm. When her thighs tightened around my head and her nails scraped my scalp as she straightened against the wall to push her lower half closer, I knew she was there.

  I lapped at the silky cream of her release, and my eyes drifted shut at the surprising sweetness that exploded onto my tongue. I’d pegged her for sour. Or, at the very least, stale. But everything about her, from her plump lips to her pert breasts, her voluptuous ass, and her juicy pussy, was fresh as the rain that kissed the parched streets of Southern California.

  It made my goddamn cock leak.

  Careful not to scratch her on the brick, I stepped back from the building and let her legs slide down until they were snug in the crooks of my arms. Slowly lowering her, I stopped when all that hot and juicy was level with my groin. With a bit of adjustment, my cock was nestled in her folds and I was moving against her.

  “Are you done?” I asked, teasing her clit and then her opening with pressure from the tip. “Or do you want more, Cassidy?”

  “More.” She used my shoulders and the wall behind her for leverage, angling her body to take the head inside herself. Jesus, even the heat of her on the tip of my cock was incredible, but dammit, she wasn’t calling the shots, so I pulled out.

  “That’s not how this works, woman.”

  “I took sex ed. I’m pretty sure it is.”

  “That’s not what I’m talking about.”

  “You don’t want to fuck me?”

  “Oh, I want to fuck you. I just want to hear you say you want to fuck me, first.”

  “Because that’s not clear to you right now?”

  God, there was that smart mouth again. I chuckled humorlessly and then spread my arms wider, forcing her legs to do the same. With an unapologetic thrust, I entered her.

  We both moaned at the sensation of the stretch and fill because, damn, she was tight and I was thick, so it felt fucking amazing. The instinctual need to feel all of her urged me to plow forward, but I was careful to go slow. I didn’t want to hurt her. Not just because I wasn’t the douche bag she thought me to be, but because then we’d have to stop and I really wanted to see if she could take all of me.

  Cassidy’s mouth fell open, that bottom lip of hers quivering, and I realized that she must be cold. Though it wasn’t freezing outside, the rain had had a cooling effect on the temperature and we were wet, so the wind from the storm was having its way with that. I felt it, too, but it was a fair trade-off for the warm and moist I was receiving. Especially when the warm and moist was wrapped tight around my cock.

  Body heat was all I had to offer, and though I hated Cassidy and shouldn’t care about her comfort, my cock was buried deep inside her and I wanted to keep it that way. Using my whole body, I covered her, even taking that quivering lip into my mouth with a slow suckle. Friction was another generator of heat, so I increased my pace. She should have been acclimated to my size and able to take it by then. Still, I paid attention to any sign that would indicate she wasn’t. When I found none, I fucked her.

  I fucked her like she needed to be fucked.

  I fucked her like she wanted to be fucked.

  Cassidy clung to my shoulders as I widened my stance and bent at the knees. Deep thrusts worked her G-spot while my groin kissed her clit with each roll of my hips. And then she bit me. Fucking hard. It would leave a mark, but then again, I’d marked her pussy with the finger bang. Still, just to be sure, and because her perceived tit for tat couldn’t go without answer, I spread her wider again and thrust into her with enough force to move her up the wall of the building. She’d be feeling that in the morning, too.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned. “You’re a fucking dick.”

  “Potty mouth,” I said, still thrusting hard. “Maybe I should take my cock out of your pussy and fuck your dirty mouth instead.”

  Cassidy moaned. Oh, hell yeah. Miss Prim and Proper liked the dirty talk.

  The sound of a sliding door being opened on the balcony above preceded the voices. “It’s really coming down. Come look at this, honey,” a female voice said.

  Cassidy went stiff, her eyes wide when she looked up and then back at me. I kept going, kept thrusting and rolling my hips until the fear in her eyes turned back to lust. My teeth were at her neck again, nipping with each thrust. This time, Cassidy’s moan was loud because she fucking loved it.

  “What was that sound?” the woman above us asked.

  “Shh,” I whispered in Cassidy’s ear. “They’ll hear you. Or is that what you want? Do you want them to see you getting fucked by the man you hate most in the world, Cassidy?”

  Her nails dug into my back and she bit my shoulder again, stifling her moan. Oh, I think she did. She wanted them to see her getting fucked in a dirty alley in the pouring rain like the naughty girl she was.

  “It’s just the thunder, Marie. Come back inside before you get struck by lightning with all that foil in your hair.”

  “Do you want Marie to go?” I asked Cassidy. “I could call her name so that she looks over the railing.”

  “Oh, God,” she whispered, and then the walls of her pussy gripped me, squeezing hard with a pressure that pulsated. Cassidy came hard on my cock, her face turning toward my neck once more to let out her cry.

  “Christ, woman,” I groaned, pounding into her and letting the milking sensation bring me to orgasm as well. My arms were shaking, and my balls were drawing tight. Damn, I needed my release. So I took it, but I was smart about it.

  I never came inside a woman. Not only because I didn’t want to be in “baby daddy” territory but also because the act was too damn intimate. So when I felt the rocket fuel gearing up for blastoff, I pulled back and turned my hips, grunting out my ejaculation on her thigh instead.

  Holy shit, but the creamy softness of that nook in her thigh was almost as pleasurable as her pussy. Almost. And I’d made a mess of it. Oh well. I’d given her multiple orgasms, even taking one into my mouth; the least she could do was clean up one of mine in return.

  “Put me down,” she ordered, back in full Cassidy form.

  “Are you sure you can walk after that?” I asked, having earned the right to be conceited. And she damn well knew it.

  “I think I can manage.”

  Once again, her mouth had to go and ruin a good thing. She didn’t deserve my kindness, but I set her down easy anyway—getting off always put me in a good mood. The rain still poured down.

  The first thing she did was tug her bra back into place, and then she took off her blouse to clean up my mess. Since I’d ruined her shirt, I took mine off and handed it to her; then I got busy putting
myself back together again as well. I wasn’t really concerned with how I looked—there was no hope for that—but public indecency was a punishable crime I didn’t want to be charged with.

  “If you ever speak of this,” Cassidy said, pulling her skirt back into place, “I will deny it emphatically.”

  I bent over and picked up her shoes, handing them to her. “Darlin’, you’re going to have to do better than a fuck in an alley to get me to defame my character like that.”

  Her head snapped up, the insult to her ego making her pale skin blotch with anger and maybe even a little embarrassment.

  She was damn good. Probably the best fuck I’d had in years. But she was still the opposition, and I never gave the opposition the upper hand. Especially when the opposition was a bitch.

  Snatching the shoes from me, she slipped them on with a huff. “Oh, it will never happen again.” She took a step to leave, then braced her hand against the wall, finding her legs wobbly.

  Yes, it would.

  I smirked and simply said, “Okay.”

  Once she regained her balance, she walked out to the street and turned to the right. I followed her, lagging a bit behind. I wasn’t sure how far we had to go to get to her place, but I was for damn sure going to see her to her door after what we’d just done. When she walked up to the entrance of the building I’d just fucked her against, I was confused.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “I’m going home. You weren’t expecting a good-night kiss, were you?”

  And then it was clear. Cassidy could have run inside her building when it had started to rain, but she hadn’t. Instead, she’d taken the soaking and run barefoot down a dirty alley. Why? Had she wanted what we’d done to happen?

  “Not in the least.”

  “Good. Because I’m pretty sure what you just got back there was more than sufficient.”

  She didn’t say anything else. She simply walked inside and left me half naked and soaking wet on the sidewalk, wondering who’d just played whom.

  CHAPTER 6