Dirty Deeds by Stella Rhys

8

EMMETT

When Monday came, I canceled plans with Drew and his agent-slash-my business partner, Iain. Plain and simple, I had spent way less time with Aly than I’d expected in my first week of living with her, and I just wanted the chance to be near her tonight.

Of course, Drew wasn’t having any of it.

“For Christ’s sake, E, she goes to bed at 10PM every night,” he said as I leaned on the kitchen counter. The phone was sandwiched between my shoulder and my ear as I scarfed down today’s post-workout meal of roasted salmon and sweet potatoes. “Are you really going to miss out on Iain’s birthday party that I planned just to spend an hour asking this girl about her day?” Drew demanded.

He was on speaker with Iain at Iain’s rental house next to the beach. I did my best to weed out the sounds in the background, but I was still wincing every ten or so seconds thanks to Iain’s girlfriend yelling crazy loud in the background.

“Look, if you’re not fucking her, you’re not allowed to stay home for her. That’s just the rule. I don’t care how hot she is,” Drew said. But then he paused. “Wait. Actually that’s not true – I do. Are you ever going to show me a damned picture? Send it now.”

“No.”

“Then I’ll just have to meet her.”

My mouth was full as I laughed. “Yeah, I’m never going to let you go anywhere near – ”

“Hey.”

I cut off when Aly walked into the kitchen and greeted me with a smile.

“Ooh, shit, was that her?” Drew audibly grinned as I walked over to the window, standing at a distance in case Aly could hear his voice on the phone.

“No,” I lied as Drew laughed.

“Fuck you. Put her on the phone. I need to talk to her.”

“Yeah, never,” I said distractedly, watching Aly grab milk from the fridge then open the cupboard to reach for the tray of teabags. I had to suppress my amusement because even on her tiptoes, she was nowhere near reaching the top shelf. And while my instinct was to help, I was also enjoying the hell out of my view.

She was wearing her usual outfit at home – a big, boxy T-shirt and black leggings instead of shorts. I had a feeling she went with that because she thought it made me less likely to notice her body, but she was all kinds of wrong on that one.

Especially now.

She looked so fucking cute reaching up for the shelf. Her arms were outstretched and her back was arched taut in a way that had me staring hard at her ass. God-fuckin’-damn. It was so round and firm I could just imagine the jiggle after I spanked her over my knee. She definitely deserved the punishment for putting me through this torture.

“You ignoring me?” Drew went on in my ear. “Iain!” A glass broke in the background. “Iain, talk to this asshole. He’s ignoring me.”

Iain got on the phone for a bit but I was barely paying attention to whatever I was saying to him. I was too busy watching Aly’s shirt ride up as she continued to struggle. Fuck me. This was the most adorable torture I’d ever witnessed in my life. The only reason I wasn’t in completely blue-balled hell was because it was also hilarious.

When I finally let out a laugh, Aly shot a cute little look over her shoulder.

“Are you laughing ‘cause I’m short?” she hissed.

I grinned and nodded, muttering some half-hearted response to Iain as I went to grab the tray off the shelf for Aly. I caught the happy little smile on her face when I handed it to her, and I did my best not to get hard over the way she eyed me and mouthed the words thank you.

Christ.

Add that to the list of accidental cock teases.

It was really no wonder that I’d been jacking it like an animal since Sunday. Every little thing Aly did around the house made my dick jump. Whether it was stretching or putting her hair up or just standing near me and reminding me that I was practically four times the size of that tight little body of hers – all of it turned me right the fuck on. I was basically a walking hard-on around her, and it honestly was a miracle that I’d kept my shit together thus far.

Hell, I was pretty sure I deserved a medal for it.

“Listen, dickhead. If you’re bailing on tonight, I better hear by tomorrow that you closed,” Drew said, breaking me out of my daze. “Either shit or get off the pot, ‘cause this is fucked up. You were supposed to be my wingman tonight. Everyone else here is couples.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, finishing the last bite of my meal and putting my plate and fork in the dishwasher. Aly had her back to me as she boiled water, but I caught her eye when she randomly peered over her shoulder. She bit her smile before turning back to her tea.

“Hey, so tell me. What’s she wearing right now?” Drew asked just to piss me off. “She wearing a bra or is she – ”

“Yeah, cool – have fun,” I talked over him, abruptly hanging up the phone as Aly turned around. She sipped her tea as Drew’s text rang in.

DREW:Just chop your balls off they’re dead weight at this point

Dickhead. I was about to reply but Aly’s question distracted me from the bullshit.

“So you going out tonight?” she asked.

I exhaled. Her sweet voice was such a contrast to the crap I’d just been dealing with. Instead of replying to Drew, I slid my phone across the counter and shook my head.

“Nah. Staying in,” I said, nodding into the living room. “Wanna watch a movie with me?”

Aly’s eyebrows shot up.

“Oh,” she breathed, lashes fluttering as I looked down into her tea. I smirked. It was cute. She was acting like I’d just asked her out on a date. “Umm.” A little smile wiggled onto her lips. “Sure. I think. I mean I don’t know if I can commit to a whole movie but I can definitely start one.”

“Really?” I was incredulous but amused as I went into the living room and turned on the TV. “What kind of person goes into a movie knowing she can’t finish it?”

“I don’t know. Your roommate, I guess.”

I turned around. I could’ve sworn Aly’s voice sounded sultry just now, and when I looked at her, she had her arms crossed with this sexy little smile on her face. God. I was losing it. Everything she said hit me like she was flirting with me, and it was giving my dick no chance of being anything but hard around her.

But with one breath in, I forced myself to get it together.

“Well, if that’s what you want to do then pick out a movie and I’ll grab us some snacks,” I said, heading back into the kitchen. Aly laughed.

“Uh… you really want to give me the freedom to pick the movie?”

“Why not? We always watch the same stuff,” I said.

Well. At least we used to.

When I got back to the couch, I was surprised to find that Aly had some rom-com on HBO that I’d never heard of before.

“Damn. You watch girly stuff now?” I asked as Ozzy trotted over to present Aly his favorite duck toy.

“Oh yeah. Fuckin’ love girly stuff now,” Aly said proudly, giggling as she played tug of war with Ozzy. “Rom-coms, reality shows – pretty much everything on Lifetime.”

I grinned. “You used to hate that shit with a passion.”

“Well, now I love it with a passion. I mean I always did, I just didn’t let myself – never mind. It’s starting.”

We shut up to watch and within the first five minutes, I knew this movie was going to be torture. A girl got dumped and then a scene later, she broke her heel on the street and landed on some guy I had a feeling she’d having sex with in about an hour.

But I was wrong. They wound up fucking way sooner than that.

And for a movie that was pretty fucking lame so far, the sex was surprisingly graphic.

“Oh… kay. Well then.” Aly laughed awkwardly when the scene cut straight from kissing outside to the guy shoving the girl onto his bed and burying his face in her cleavage.

I chewed back a grin. I swore I could feel Aly’s pulse creeping up next to me as the guy peeled off the girl’s shirt and started tugging at her bra. A part of me assumed they’d cut away, but the camera actually zoomed in when the girl’s naked tits popped out.

Aly was dead silent next to me.

I couldn’t help peering at her and laughing inwardly at the way she sat stiff as a board, her hands folded in her lap and her eyes unblinking at the screen. She was the definition of uncomfortable. Judging from how tight her throat was, she was holding her breath. I knew she was praying for the scene to end, so I had to smirk to myself when it only got hotter and heavier. It stretched on even after the guy put it in, his face contorting with exaggerated pleasure as he started thrusting.

“Unh… ahh… oh, fuck… yeah.”

Christ, I felt like I was watching porn.

We were quiet as mice as the living room suddenly filled with the sounds of moaning, groaning and grunting. From the corner of my eye, I caught Aly furiously chewing her nail. I knew she was trying to brave through it but the second the guy started jiggling the hell out of the girl’s tits she popped up.

“I’m gonna make a new tea.”

“Figured you might.”

She halted mid-step. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That you’re awkward about watching a sex scene,” I said. “With me, at least. And that’s fine. I get it.”

“Get what? I’m not being awkward,” she denied hotly. “I just wanted a glass of water.”

“You just said you were going to make a new tea.”

“Well, maybe I wanted both!”

“Or maybe you can’t survive watching a girl getting her tits played with like that.”

Aly’s cheeks went pink as she glared. “Why would that bother me?” she asked. But before I could answer, she scoffed. “You know what, Emmett? Screw it!” she snapped, plopping back down on the couch. “You can wipe that smug look off your face, because I’m watching.”

“Aly, it’s fine,” I laughed. “We can fast-forward if you can’t handle it.”

“Can’t handle it? I’m an adult, Emmett, I assure you I can handle it,” Aly huffed.

Though I knew within seconds that she was regretting it.

Then again so was I because suddenly the guy was pushing the girl’s tits up and feeding them into his mouth. There was an extreme close-up as he stuck his tongue out and started licking the girl’s tight pink nipple, forcing me to remember that I’d done the same goddamned thing to Aly just a fucking week ago.

Dammit.

Suddenly, I was back to thinking of how fucking tight her pussy clenched around my fingers. My dick twitched under my sweats as I thought about that sweet little pussy being wet right now. Two feet from me. All I needed was a quick peek over to confirm that Aly was squirming like crazy in her seat.

Fuck. Yeah. She was wet. She had to be.

Knowing that, my heartbeat picked up, and despite my outward calm, I felt like a fucking animal. I was picturing myself ripping Aly’s clothes off and palming her pussy to feel how warm and wet she was. I could just imagine her sweet juices running down my palm as I fucked her with my fingers.

The stiller I sat, the dirtier my fantasies got.

I saw myself kneeling in front of her on this couch. I saw her legs draped over my shoulders, my fist pumping my cock as I swirled my tongue all over and tasted her pussy. I just wanted to hear her moan. I wanted to do everything I could to get those sexy little noises out of her again.

I was imagining her big tits draped in my cum when the scene finally cut and she released the breath she was holding.

My instinct was to smirk and give her shit, but I was still recovering myself. The tip of my cock was pulsing too hard and it didn’t get better when a scene later, I peered over to see Aly’s nipples were rock-hard under her shirt.

For Christ’s sake.

She was sitting so still, concentrating so hard on looking normal and unfazed that she didn’t even realize it. It actually made me feel guilty, especially when I peered over a scene later to see those tight peaks still standing up straight under her shirt, just begging to be sucked.

Jesus fuck.

I was going crazy here.

“Oh, that pup looks almost like Ozzy,” Aly cooed during a scene in which some Labrador bounded onscreen.

“Yeah,” I said even though the dog looked nothing like Ozzy. Aly was just desperate to say something, anything after our eternity of sex scene silence, and I would’ve called her out for it if I weren’t so fucking busy being a pervert. My cock was throbbing now that I’d snuck so many glances at her tits and imagined my tongue all over them again.

Fucking hell, Aly.

She was so oblivious – so fucking cute and sexy and completely fucking off-limits that I was actually relieved when a minute later, she checked the time on her phone and said, “I should get to bed.”

“Sure. Night,” I said.

“Goodnight, Emmett.”

And with that, Aly got up and left me alone in the living room, my dick hard and my jaw tight as I wondered how the fuck I was going to survive a whole goddamned summer of this.