Page 3 of Dirty Girl

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Dylan

“You’re a little cock tease, aren’t you?” The low growl of Jenson’s voice is full of desire as he hungrily rakes his eyes over my body. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip as if he’s anticipating a delicious treat.

I take a step back bumping into the kitchen counter. I can’t seem to find my words as I take him in. “I… uhm… no?”

He takes a step closer, crowding me against the counter and leaving me no room for escape. I turn my face away from him reflexively as he runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek. He leans in close and inhales my scent. The plumpness of his lips coasts down the side of my neck, raising goose bumps on my skin. “How does such a dirty girl smell so fucking sweet?”

His voice is smooth, like perfectly aged whiskey, and a complete contrast to the rough scrape of his beard on my skin. The wet heat of his tongue flicks over the sensitive spot where my pulse is beating an erratic rhythm, before he sinks his teeth into my tender skin. My breath catches at the pain, but then his tongue is licking while his lips suck at the abused flesh causing that pain to morph into pleasure. Unable to hold back, I moan at the overwhelming sensation.

Holy crap on a cracker. Is this really happening?

My nipples pebble and ache behind the confines of my shirt. As if he predicted my body’s reactions to him, his hand cups my breast and his thumb rubs across my nipple, teasing the sensitive peak. Distracting me from that enticing touch, he kisses his way back up my neck, then sucks at my earlobe.

My body is on fire. I’ve craved this moment for as long as I can remember and having him touching me is short-circuiting my brain. I’m frozen in place. My body sensitized to every touch.

“Is your cunt wet for me?”

The thrill of his dirty words cause my pussy to clench and wetness to coat my panties. His fingers pinch and pull at my nipple as his lips come down on mine in a harsh kiss. I can’t hold back my moan of approval. He’s wreaking havoc on my body, but in all the best ways. Without wasting a moment of opportunity, he pushes his tongue past my parted lips taking full advantage. He continues pinching my nipple between his fingers as his mouth devours mine.

I have a brief moment of worry that he’ll realize my inexperience and change his mind about whatever it is he’s got planned. I’ve never been kissed like this in my life. Aside from being a total bookworm and an introvert to the max, I’ve always been in my best friend’s shadow. Boys just don’t notice me. Not that I mind since Jenson has always been the only guy I’ve wanted. No one can hold a candle to my teenage fantasies of him.

I always thought I’d end up a crazy cat lady drowning in cat hair and erotic romance books. Longing for the one man I want above all others, but could never have. I’ve always been his for the taking. He’s just never looked at or treated me like anything other than his kid sister’s friend. This is the first indication he’s ever given me of his interest and I’m equal parts shocked and amazed. And incredibly turned on.

The fingers of his other hand tangle in my hair, he pulls the strands forcing my face to tip up to his, giving him further access to plunder my mouth. The counter digs into my back while his big body presses against my front. He pushes his leg between mine, causing sweet friction against my pussy. My body is awash with exquisite pleasure. If it were possible to spontaneously combust, I would be doing it now.

Breathless, I rip my lips from his. My hands go to his chest to steady myself—though he’s got me pinned and there is no risk of falling. My knees could completely give out on me and I’d remain right where I am—there’s no moving from his hold. As if to enforce the fact that I can’t go anywhere, he tightens his hold on my hair. He abandons my breast to run his hand down my body. His touch is so light it almost tickles. When he reaches my waist, he curves his hand around my body emphasizing how small I am compared to him. A brief squeeze, then his hand is cupping my butt and pulling me more firmly against his thigh.

Lips crash against mine again and this time I meet him with the same fierceness. I fist his shirt in my fingers, pulling myself closer to his mouth, begging for more. He tugs my hair reminding me that he’s in charge. As if there were any doubt in my mind, everything about the man screams control. The firm grip he has on my butt disappears and I make a small sound of distress. I couldn’t stand it if he pushed me away now. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone so badly in all my life.

My concern is erased as he wraps his strong fingers around my throat in a gentle, yet firm grip. His thumb and index finger press into my jaw in another act of possession. The bite of pain adds an edge to the overwhelming pleasure. It’s something I never thought I would enjoy, but now I want more—need more.

Teeth sink into my bottom lip and I gasp as he pulls away, releasing me. Stormy eyes meet mine and a feral smile spreads across his face. His hands rest on the counter on either side of my body, caging me in place. I should be intimidated, but the only thing I can think about is how right this feels.

I wantonly rub myself against his thigh, keeping the rhythm he started. The friction causes me to moan and gasp. I can’t help wondering if he’ll let me come this way.

I never want to stop. I don’t think I could even if the house were on fire around us. I’d gladly go up in flames to keep this moment going on forever. I’ve dreamed of him taking my body for years now, but my dreams pale in comparison to reality. I never expected this level of intensity.

I’ve been living with the Johns family for almost a year. My parents both died in a car accident, leaving me without any family. I had the option to stay in my childhood home. I had just turned eighteen, but just the idea of being alone with the memories of everything I’d lost was just too much to bear. Thankfully, Jackie’s parents were more than happy to open their home to me.

Things were going fine until Jenson moved in while his penthouse is being renovated. Why he opted to stay here instead of staying in the luxury hotel his family owns, I will never understand.

In the two months we’ve lived under the same roof, the school girl crush I harbored for him turned into a fierce sexual attraction unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. But what hot-blooded eighteen-year-old woman wouldn’t be attracted to six-foot-five inches of tanned and tattooed skin, thick muscles, and icy blue eyes? I stupidly hoped we could reconnect. I miss Jenson, but he won’t give me the time of day. Every time we are in the same room he pointedly ignores me or leaves—sometimes even mid-conversation if I enter a room. I know it’s my fault things got so awkward between us. Of course, they would be after he caught his little sister’s best friend masturbating in his bed while moaning his name. I don’t blame him for wanting to avoid me, I just wish he wouldn’t.

Bringing me back to the moment, his guttural voice commands my attention. “That’s it, ride my leg. Get that pussy good and ready for me.”

My breath catches at his words and I find myself following his demand and rock my hips back and forth with the perfect pressure that is guaranteed to make me come. Every movement draws breathless moans from my lips and all rational thought flies out of my brain. My sole point of focus is on the building pressure in my abdomen.

I might be inexperienced with men, but I’ve spent many nights with my hands in my panties thinking about what it would feel like to make love to Jenson. Even after being caught that night, I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing. If anything, it just got worse over the years.

Some small part of me knows we should be concerned that we are in the middle of the kitchen. That anyone could walk in at any second. I honestly can’t find it in me to care. I’ve wanted this so bad, he could lay me out in the middle of the dining room table while the family eats dinner and I still wouldn’t stop him. It’s completely unlike me to throw caution to the wind in this way, but there’s no stopping this.

“Please,” I beg as I writhe against him. God it feels so good. My body is on the edge of release, but no matter how close I get I just can’t tip over the edge. “Please. More. I need more.”

Jenson lifts me off my feet and I let out a little squeak of surprise. I instinctively wrap my arms and legs around him while he carries me across the room and takes the stairs two at a time. Before I know it, he’s got me on my feet and backed against his bedroom door and is kissing me breathless again. His hands are everywhere and each touch drives my need higher.

“Jens…” His name is cut off on a moan as his fingers delve inside my shorts and straight into my panties. His finger circles my clit then pushes lower teasing my opening before pulling more wetness up and around my clit.

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