Page 43 of Dirty
A ruinous, wretched smile transformed his face. God, he was so sexy when he was so obviously thinking sordid thoughts. “Fuck is right,” he said. “Don’t move. Don’t breathe. Just get on your knees and open your goddamn mouth.”
My pussy tightened, an unbelievable wave of pleasure, feather-light, skating its way up my spine. I didn’t even know my body could react like that to mere words. It seemed Fix’s dirty mouth had a way of coaxing the darkness out in me. I got up onto my knees, my heart skipping all over the place like a needle jumping over a broken record. His cock was going in my mouth. He’d driven me to the edge of distraction with his tongue, and now it was my turn to return the favor. More than anything, I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to make him quake and shiver, and to bring him tohisfucking knees.
I’d do it. I’d make him fucking sweat.
I opened my mouth and Fix gathered my hair, sweeping it back over one shoulder. He cupped my face in his hand, stroking the pad of his thumb over the line of my cheekbone. “You’re fuckingmine,” he groaned. “You don’t need to worry anymore. You’re safe. I won’t let anymore hurt you. I’ll fucking flay the skin off anyone who tries to lay a finger on you.”
It made no sense, but his words made me feel secure. Protected. Relieved. Fuck, how long had I felt like I was still running from something? I’d left Sixsmith in my rear-view nearly a decade ago, but there had always been an ominous dark cloud hanging over me. Fix blew that cloud right out of the sky.
He squeezed his dick, his hand slipping around to the base of my neck, guiding my head forward. I closed my mouth around the end of his cock, blowing a deep breath down my nose, and then slid him inside…
“Holy fucking shit!”
Looking up, I saw Fix’s head fall back, every single muscle in his chest, his stomach, his arms and his neck straining. He was indescribable. I just…I couldn’t even find the words to do him justice. His body was packed muscle, not a scrap of fat on him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
I teased my tongue around the head of his cock, sucking, sliding him further and further into my mouth, and Fix let out a deep, agonized, rumble. “Sera… Sera, shit! Your mouth…Fuck!”
I’d done my fair share of writhing and cursing under Fix’s ministrations, so to hear him do the same was rewarding. He reached down, palming one of my breasts, rolling my nipple, pinching it hard enough to make me whimper, and my reaction seemed to send him barreling toward the gates of madness.
“Fuck! Open your mouth, Sera. Take all of it. Take me deep. I want to feel the back of your throat while I fuck your mouth.”
I could barely breathe as he slid himself further past my lips. His hands were in my hair, tugging, not hard enough to cause pain, but hard enough to let me know he was in charge right now. I closed my eyes, wrapping my hand around his shaft, applying pressure to the base of his cock, too, and Fix roared. The sound echoed across the field, startling birds from their trees in the distant forest.
“Get on your back,” Fix ordered. “Open your legs for me. Show me your pussy. Show me your ass. I want to see it all.” He withdrew his cock from my mouth, and when I looked up, I saw the molten mercury of his eyes had hardened to sharp-edged steel. He was already imagining what it was going to feel like to fuck me. There was no doubting him, or how badly he needed me, but when I sank back into the grass, spreading my legs for him just as he’d told me to, he didn’t fall on top of me and take me right away. He sat back, hands by his sides, chest heaving, his cock still wet and glistening from my mouth, staring down at me with a level of appreciation that made me want to run and hide.
“You’re not real,” he whispered. “You can’t be.”
“I’m as real as you,” I answered breathlessly.
Fix swallowed. Carefully, he reached out, stroking his fingers over my pussy, sliding his index and his middle finger inside me. “If that’s the case, then fine. Neither one of us is real. Let’s be fucking make-believe together.”
He pumped his fingers inside me, slowly at first, as he positioned himself over me, supporting himself on just one hand. His mouth was on mine, his dark hair falling into my face as he kissed me, claiming me with his tongue, probing and exploring. He quickened his pace, then, working his fingers faster, grunting as I bucked and arched against him.
“You gonna come all over my fingers, Sera?” he growled into my ears.
“Ahh! Shit! Yes! Yes, I’m going to come!”
My vision turned white. Completely and utterly white, which was strange since I had my eyes closed. The muscles in my calves cramped like crazy as my climax tore through me like an unstoppable freight train.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s it.” Fix held onto me, kissing my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder… He kissed me everywhere as I came, still thrusting his fingers inside me, until eventually I fell slack on the ground.
I was boneless and limp as Fix sat up, running a finger down my body, between my breasts, between my legs, making my skin break out into the goose bumps.
“I meant it, Angel,” he said slowly, his voice thick with lust. “The only finger food I wanted today…” Oh, god. I’d offered him a bite of that stupid kabob back in the ballroom, and he’d made a comment about licking his fingers clean after I’d come all over them. I couldn’t find my voice quick enough to object as Fix slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them.
Oh…my…god…
He was so fucking hot, I just couldn’t handle it anymore. “Please… Fix,please. I need you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me. I want your cock.” I’d never pleaded with anyone before. I sure as shit hadn’t begged anyone for theirdick, but Fix had a weird, profound, irrefutable effect on me; I did it without thinking.
A merciless, knowing laugh teased at my ear; Fix shoved my legs apart again, sinking between them. “Hold onto me, then,” he whispered. “Don’t let go. I’m about to give you what you need.”
And he did. I gasped as he drove himself into me, digging my fingers into his back. I couldn’t cry out. I couldn’t even breathe. For a second, all I could do was lie absolutely still as Felix Marcosa thrust his cock inside me. I was so full. His body, so much bigger than mine, enveloped me, and I was lost. With his arms around me, his mouth pressing down on mine, my breath mixing with his, hot and insistent, I ceased to exist. I broke apart, down to what felt like a molecular level, ready to drift away on the slight breeze that caressed our naked bodies.
This was so different to the motel room back in Liberty Fields. It was so muchmore. There was still so much for us to learn from one another, but this felt honest. Raw. Perfect. I clung to Fix as he fucked me, and I melted into him. His cock grew harder and harder every time he rocked his hips, driving himself deep inside me, and soon I was drowning in him, my senses overloaded, my heart racing away from me, my head spinning on its axis.
“Fix, I’m...I’m going to come. Oh, god…”
“Do it,” he snarled. “I want to feel it coursing through your body. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my cock when it takes you. Come for me, Sera. Come right now.”
