Dirty Deeds by Stella Rhys

3

“Fuck, you’re going to kill me.”

He groaned against my lips as I straddled him in the backseat of the car, my skirt riding all the way up my thighs. I swallowed a moan as his tongue trailed down to my neck, his cock hot and hard under my soaked panties. He grunted as he tormented himself, gripping handfuls of my naked ass under my skirt, moving my body for me and rubbing my pussy up and down his impressive shaft. “I need to feel my cock inside you already,” he hissed, squeezing my ass so hard I let out a loud moan that surprised us both.

“Shit,” I gasped as his cock twitched under me. “Don’t do that,” I whispered desperately.

“What – this?” His grin was wicked as he squeezed my ass again and groaned. “You keep making that sexy fucking face every time I do it. How am I supposed to stop?”

“You just have to.”

“Why?”

“Because every time you squeeze my ass, you spread my pussy and it feels too good, so you have to stop.”

He stared at me, as if needing time to process the words that had just come out of my mouth. Then with a harsh “fuck” under his breath, he squeezed my ass again – harder this time, refusing to let go.

“Am I spreading that tight little pussy right now?” he growled, studying the hot arousal flushing my cheeks as I nodded. He soaked in my expression, his eyes electric as he studied every twitch and tremble of my lips. “Christ. I don’t know what the fuck is happening but everything you do gets me hard. Every fucking thing you say,” he muttered, kneading rough handfuls of my ass. “I swear, I’ve never seen anyone as sexy as you in my life.”

“Shut up.”

“Don’t tell me to shut up,” he grinned, cupping the back of my neck as his other hand slid two fingers into my pussy. I gasped hard, digging my nails into his shoulders as he pushed himself all the way in. His lips were slightly parted as he gazed down at his own hand under my skirt, watching intently as he pumped gently inside me. He was completely transfixed, and I was in such ecstasy I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. Everything about the moment was so incredibly hot that I was pretty certain I could come right there and then.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice hoarse as he pressed his palm against my clit and watched my face contort with pleasure. “Look how fucking gorgeous you are.” He shook his head. “So fucking tight.” He kissed my neck. “And wet. Do you feel how turned on you are for me?”

“Yes,” I breathed, closing my eyes as I grinded on his hand for several hot seconds. But with an anguished moan, I forced myself to stop. “But we still have to wait,” I whispered, listening to his groan as I slid gently off his hand. “For the sake of the poor man driving this car, we are not having sex till we get to your house,” I panted. “In fact.” My breaths were fast and shallow as I placed his hands on my waist, holding them there. “You’re not allowed to touch me anywhere but here till we get to your place.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” he asked.

I thought about it.

“Yes,” I decided. He smirked.

“I can live with that,” he murmured, leaning forward to suck on my nipple through my dress.

Holy shit.

My eyelids grew instantly heavy, and I tipped my head back as he swirled his tongue over me, licking and nipping me through the jersey fabric stretched thin over my breasts. It stuck to my skin as he wet it with his tongue, his grip on my waist growing tighter and tighter as his erection swelled even harder underneath me.

“You’re breaking the rule,” I giggled as he let go of my waist to peel my dress slowly down my chest. His blue eyes peered wickedly up at me.

“Just a little,” he said, letting go of a low groan when he stripped my breasts fully bare. “Jesus Christ.” His eyes were glued to them, soaking them in with pure, unbridled awe. “I swear to God, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his hands flat on my back as he leaned in to lick up the curve of my breast, bouncing its weight with his tongue. Oh my God. I let out a soft moan as he circled his strong arms around my body, wrapping his smooth lips tight around my nipple and sucking greedily, as if I were his last meal.

Holy shit.

Did I know this could feel so good all over?

I didn’t want him to stop. Ever. Lucky for me, he didn’t. He sucked relentlessly on the tips of my breasts, filling the backseat with the wet smacking of his tongue on my skin. A full three minutes went by without him coming up for air, but just as I felt a thrilling tingle rush from my tits to my pussy, he slowed his pace on me, using just the tip of his tongue to lick around the edges of my tight, ridiculously sensitive peaks.

“No…” I moaned, my nerve endings on fire as he teased me. “More.”

“You said only kissing,” he murmured, wicked amusement in his voice as he brought his hand up to cup my other breast. He squeezed it hard but tugged gently on my nipple, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure between my thighs.

“Oh my God,” I breathed in shock as a low vibration flooded my body. “I think…” Was this even possible? “I think you’re going to make me come.”

A smirk glinted in his eye as he peered up at me.

“I know.”

Fuck.

My mouth fell wide open as I felt myself closing in on a sensation I’d never felt before in my life. But just as my body started to shudder, I felt the car slow to a stop, and from the corner of my eye, I caught the sight of something familiar outside.

Turning, I looked out the window.

I blinked when my gaze landed on the pair of white Converses I only now remembered dropping on my way into the house this morning.

Wait…

What the fuck?

“I… did I tell you where I lived?” I whispered my question, dazed and disoriented, but still soaking wet. He released my nipple from his mouth with a pop, lazily kissing up my neck as he squeezed two handfuls of breasts.

“No,” he murmured, nipping under my jaw as he pushed my tits together. “Why?”

“Because this is where I live,” I answered, my eyes unblinking as my swirling thoughts started to settle. “At least for this summer.”

He looked up at me, letting out a laugh despite his visible confusion.

“Strange, because this is my house. I bought it three years ago.”

My stomach twisted into a vicious knot as I made the connection just a second before he did.

Fuck.

Me.

Heat shot up to my cheeks as I stared down at this man – at his hands still holding my naked breasts. A beat of silence passed as he blinked at me.

But then his jaw dropped and he snatched his hands clean off my body.

“Fuck – Aly!” he exhaled sharply, his eyes on fire as they stared at me in total shock.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. Sitting there with his cock still throbbing under my pussy and my tits still wet from his tongue, I felt the world come crashing furiously down on me. Aly, what the fuck have you done?

For God’s sake, it was him.

I’d just gone home with Emmett fucking Hoult.