Dirty Talk Page 8

  I run my fingers through my hair again and decide that staying ready for Derrick doesn’t mean I can’t brush my hair and teeth. I head toward my bathroom, talking all the while. “Okay, so I’ll try to make this long story really short because time is of the essence here. You know the radio guy, Derrick King?”

  Elise chuckles. She was the one who turned me on to his show to begin with. “Oh yeah, the Love Whisperer. Let’s get it oooonnnnnn.”

  She says it with the full effect of Marvin Gaye singing the ultimate sex song, but I’m not in the mood to laugh. “Yes, him. So I called in a couple of weeks ago about Kevin.”

  “You did what?” she says, shocked. “I know it’s hard, Kat, but you have to let him go. Kevin is a total douchewaffle and you deserve so much better. I can fix you up with someone if you want. Maybe we could even double-date?”

  I roll my eyes, loving this girl, but sometimes, she needs to be quiet and let me finish. If not, she’s going to snowball the whole time Derrick’s driving and I won’t get any advice. “Elise. Stop talking for a second and lemme finish. This isn’t about Kevin. It’s about Derrick.”

  Elise stops mid-word when she realizes what I just said, and when she speaks again, her voice is rapt with attention. “Sorry. Continue.”

  “So I called, and he told me to dump Kevin and then told me to call him back personally because he was interested in how it turned out.”

  “I didn’t know he did that,” Elise says, surprised. “That’s surprisingly nice for a radio semi-celebrity.”

  I find my hairbrush and start running it through my hair, smoothing out the tangles. “He doesn’t do that. He did that . . . with me.”

  Elise hums knowingly, already deciding she knows where this is going now. “We-he-hell, now, you just made my night interesting.”

  Great, I made her night interesting. Meanwhile, my previously semi-behaving waves are now a knot of tangles where I thrashed my head against the couch. Definitely some freshly-fucked hair going on here. I grab my spritzer bottle and lightly spray the back, detangling the mess gently so it doesn’t frizz out like an electrified poodle. “So I called him back, and we got to talking, texting, and other stuff.”

  “Oh, and what ‘other stuff’ is my oh-so-shy but oh-so-beautiful friend talking about?” She knows what I mean, and I don’t know if I can say it out loud, but I need advice, so I try to charge ahead like this is normal, no big deal for me.

  “Fine, we’ve been having phone sex, texting dirty innuendos, and tonight . . . tonight, we had sex on FaceTime.”

  Elise is clapping, cheering in my ear like I just won an Olympic medal or something. “That’s awesome, Kat! Welcome to the 21st century. Everyone does this, you know. How was it?”

  I’m blushing. Apparently, I’m behind the times if this is supposedly common. Maybe I’m reading too much into it? At least my damn hair is starting to look decent again.

  “Well, it’s been great, really great. But tonight was different. It was . . . wow. I don’t even know what to say, but that’s why I’m calling. I’ve never, ever come so fucking hard, and at the end . . . it was like epic or something, and now he’s coming over! What do I do?”

  “Uh, wait a minute,” Elise says, stuttering a bit at the end. “You had phone sex and now he’s coming over? Have you ever met him face-to-face?”

  I hear the tone change in her voice, and I know she’s worried about something. “No, is that weird? You know I have no idea what I’m doing here. I’ve barely dated, just one semi-long relationship after another. And I certainly never had phone sex before. Is it not common for him to come over afterward?”

  Elise sighs, but like the supportive friend she is, she gives the truth as she sees it. “Uhm, honey, that’s definitely not the norm. Usually, it’s just an awkward bye after you’re both done with business. But if it was that good, and you like him, hell, this could be a good thing.”

  I set my hairbrush down, picking up my toothbrush and stopping just as the drop of green gel is a fraction of an inch about the bristles, listening. “A good thing?”

  Elise chuckles, but it’s not derisive. “Yes, a good thing. You need this, Kat. It’s not serious, you’re not jumping into some fairytale here. But some wallbanging sex with a hot man to get over the last douchcanoe is just what you need. Oh, wait. He is hot, right?”

  I feel something icky on my thumb and realize my drop of toothpaste has become a veritable splooge of minty freshness, and I quickly put the tube aside, flicking the majority of the junk into the sink. “He is so fucking hot, Elise. I couldn’t have programmed a hotter man.”

  “Now I’m jelly,” Elise replies with a chuckle. “Not too jelly, but jelly.”

  “I was nervous he wouldn’t like me after he saw me.”

  “Honey, I’m not gonna listen to a word of that,” Elise growls as I start to brush my teeth quickly. “You’re a fucking gorgeous woman, not some twiggy pre-pubescent little girl. And any man worth your time will not just accept your curves, but he will drool for them with appreciation.”

  I laugh, feeling a little better, and spit into the sink before answering. “So you think this is okay? I’m not being stupid?”

  “Yeah, babe. You’re good. Just don’t get too tangled up,” Elise advises. “Use this for what it is . . . some hot sex to rebound, a nice casual hookup. Not some Disney shit where he’s going to sweep you off your feet.”

  I know what she’s saying, but she doesn’t have to worry. “You know I don’t believe in that fairytale crap anyway. The last thing I need is some guy playing me for a fool again. I think I’ve finally learned my lesson.”

  I hang up with Elise, feeling more confident in the whole thing but nervous because I’m about to have sex for real for the first time in months, and I don’t exactly have a good track record with guys satisfying me.

  I look at myself in the mirror, hoping I’m not playing myself. I’m hoping Derrick will be different because somehow, this feels different. I may not believe in getting swept off my feet romantically, but something tells me Derrick might be able to knock my socks off.

  Well, if I were wearing socks.

  The knock on the door comes almost too quickly. I barely feel like I’ve finished rinsing my sink out. Padding in my bare feet to the door, I take a big breath, still deciding whether I’m going to go through with this. Maybe I just don’t answer and I’ll never have to face the reality of this.

  But I know I’ll fucking regret that for the rest of my life. I’ll never know just how good Derrick can make me feel. There’s this nagging feeling inside me that for the first time in my life, I’ve got a chance to meet a man who will satisfy my every carnal desire, to take my body places that I’ve never imagined it could go.

  Forget the humor and sweet conversations we’ve had that make my spirit lighter and my heart clench in my chest. Forget the fact that every time I talk with him, I’m left smiling for hours or that even a short text from him can bring a little twitch to my lips. I focus on the need deep in my core and make my decision.

  Just sex. That’s all we’re doing and all I need. If we can be friendly too . . . that’s great. I can’t expect more as I stand here naked, not getting dressed like he instructed, and I open the door to find Derrick standing there, his breath coming in fast pants and his eyes bright with lust.

  He presses a hand to either side of the door frame, not coming in yet, but if I wanted to leave, I’d have to go through him to do so.

  “I thought you weren’t going to answer for a second. Are you not as sure about this as I am?” He seems like he’s on the edge of control, ready to burst into my apartment and take me. It’s a heady sight to see him so close to the edge . . . over me.

  I shake my head, biting my lip to keep my nerves and insecurities inside. “You don’t see any clothes, do you?”

  He smiles. “The whole way here, I’ve been picturing you under me as I pound into you, you straddling me to ride, the taste of your sweet pussy, and you on your kne
es, sucking me down. God, I want you every way you’ll let me. I want to know you inside and out. If you don’t want that, tell me right now and I’ll go. But if you let me in, neither of us is going to be the same again.”

  Every word from his mouth is like he’s weaving a spell around me, his voice dripping with sex and turning me on as I picture all the things he describes.

  I lower my hands away from their protective stance, showing off my naked body to him and anybody else who happens down the hallway. Fortunately, it’s late and the hallway is empty. I’m somehow more upset that someone might see the thick tent Derrick has going on in his pants than I am about someone possibly seeing me nude in my doorway.

  His cock is mine, just for me. And that’s what does it for me. I want this. I want him. I dip my head once, and it’s all the affirmation he needs to rush me, slamming the door behind him as he grabs my ass, lifting me to straddle his waist.

  His lips meet mine in a desperate kiss, nothing soft and sweet. This is instant fire spreading through me as our bodies meet for the first time. His touch is electric, his lips devouring mine as he carries me deeper into my apartment, so worked up that we don’t even make it to my couch but instead, he presses me against the wall.

  Our tongues tangle, fighting to lessen the heat but only serving to intensify the need pulsing through me. He kisses to my neck, sucking and licking at my ear, jolts going through me with every stroke.

  “Where?” he growls, my lust-overloaded brain lost for a moment before I realize he’s asking where I want him to fuck me.

  “On the left, end of the hallway,” I groan, tugging on his hair and looking him in the eye, any uncertainty blasted away by his presence. “Fuck me, Derrick.”

  “God, yes,” he says, striding with me in his arms. His grip never loosens, and I feel secure in his arms as I lick down his neck, nibbling on the thick cord of muscles connecting to his shoulder. He groans, squeezing my ass and grinding my pussy against the hard ridge in his pants. “Fuck, Kat. I don’t think I can wait. I need to be inside you. I swear I’ll take care of you, but I need to feel you surrounding my cock.”

  God, I want that too, and I mewl out my agreement as we reach my bedroom. He lays me down on my bed, moving down to taste my neck with licks and sucks and then to my nipples, hard with desire.

  He swirls his tongue around before sucking my breast in deep, pulling draws. Shit, that’s new and awesome. He moans, the vibrations deep in his chest rumbling against me.

  My body writhes in waves, my tits lifting for him to suck at me more, before I shudder and my pussy lifts, begging silently to be filled. It’s beyond my control as the surge of desire flows through me. I don’t know how much longer I can wait to have him inside me. “Derrick . . . I can’t wait any longer. Fuck me.”

  Too soon, or maybe not soon enough, he lifts away, standing up to grab a condom from his back pocket before stripping naked. He’s even sexier standing in front of me, his skin tanned golden and his tattoos rippling over top of his muscles. Suddenly, he freezes, both of us fully able to take the other’s body in for the first time.

  “My God, Kitty Kat. You’re even better in real life. I can’t wait to feel you.”

  I spread my legs, letting him see, using my fingers to open up my labia just for him. “Derrick, fill me, please.”

  I hear the begging plea in my voice, but I can’t even care right now because if he wanted me to, I’d damn sure get on my knees at his feet to beg and not feel a bit of guilt about it. He doesn’t seem to need it as he strokes his shaft a few times, opening the condom with his teeth and then rolling it on.

  I watch, mesmerized, and slip my fingers down to play through my folds, relishing the way his eyes widen and lock onto my now-wet fingers.

  Climbing onto my bed, Derrick grabs my hand. “That’s my job now, Kitty Kat. I’ve got you, but fuck, I need your taste on my tongue when I fuck you.” He lifts my coated fingers, inhaling my scent before licking and sucking them into his mouth. I moan, the thought of him tasting me on my own fingers doing strange things to my suddenly dirty mind. “That’s it, taste me.”

  For a good minute, he savors me, his eyes never leaving mine until we’re both gasping with need. Reaching down, he takes his cock in his hand, rubbing it along the length of my slit and coating himself, teasing my clit and preparing me for him. “That’s it, cover me, baby, mark me with your honey. I could come just rubbing my cock against your little clit, Kat. Does that feel good?”

  The circles he’s drawing on my pussy with his cockhead are driving me wild, and I chase him, moving my hips to get him where I need him. “Ready, Kat?”

  I nod, and he thrusts inside me in one deep stroke, filling me completely. Inside, he pauses to let me adjust as I cry out, the stretch both sharp and so good all at once. I begin to move, rolling my hips as my fingers dig into his forearms, pulling him down. I need more. I need to feel him pressing me into the mattress and dominating me with his strength, his masculine essence that nobody’s ever been able to bring enough of before.

  Derrick takes the cue, beginning to press in and pull out slowly but powerfully, bottoming out deep inside me on every stroke. His body presses into mine, my breasts flattening against the hard muscles of his chest, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, drawing him in tighter.

  “You’re so tight, Kat,” Derrick rasps in my ear. “It’s like you can barely take me. Please tell me I’m not hurting you.”

  I’m barely able to string a coherent thought together, so I use my feet to urge his hips closer to mine, rambling, “Not hurting, just so good. Fuck, Derrick . . . I don’t think I’ve ever been this full.” My rambles die out into breathy hitches with every thrust of his cock into me.

  I see him smile and know I said the right thing. He keeps pressing inside me, and I tighten my grip, letting my fingers roam over the muscles that stretch across his back. He covers my mouth in a kiss, holding my hips still as he stays deep, grinding into me. “You can take me, Kitty Kat. You’re squeezing my cock just right. You’re fucking milking me every time you fuck me back.”

  I tense my inner muscles, lifting my hips to meet his, the rhythm becoming frantic and my movements becoming wild. Derrick pulls back slightly, slipping a hand between us to strum across my clit, and I cry out. “Yes!”

  “Keep telling me what you want, Kat,” he growls as he strokes my clit. “Do you want me to tease your needy clit, barely brush across it, or do you want it slow and steady? Maybe fast and hard?”

  As he says each option, he demonstrates, progressing from a feathering touch to soft circles and finally to a blurring stroke. It doesn’t matter. My orgasm is building with every thrust, every caress of my clit, and I squeeze him, loving it.

  “Yes! I’m coming,” I cry out, and he pinches my clit firmly, the sharp sting mixing with pleasure as he pounds into me. It shatters me, my body flying apart, and I buck wildly beneath him, my hands grabbing for the blanket to keep me grounded. Somehow, I’m floating away, white sparks flashing across the blackness of my closed eyelids.

  From far away, I hear Derrick panting, his voice growling and wondrous at the same time. “Goddamn, Kitty Kat. You’re damn-near choking my cock. Keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna fill you up. Your pretty little pussy, so full of my come until you can’t even hold it.” The idea must trigger something for him, and his whole body tightens as he holds himself deep inside me.

  He roars as the orgasm takes him, and he loses the rhythm, his body jerking as he comes. I lift against him, taking over the rhythm to help him ride out the pleasure as long as possible until he collapses onto me, our gasping breaths mixing as we smile at each other.

  He lifts up to kiss me gently but thoroughly before he pulls out slowly, both of us groaning. I feel the immediate loss of fullness and already wish he were inside me again. He steps out to the bathroom to handle the condom and I take a big breath. It’s late, and after the two best orgasms of my life, both of which shockingly happened in one nigh
t, I can’t keep my eyes open.

  He walks back into the bedroom, and there’s no need to ask, and even if he did, I think my open arms answer the question well enough. Snuggling up, we drift off together, and it’s probably less than ten seconds later before I’m fast asleep.

  Chapter 11

  Derrick

  It feels a little weird to be getting dressed up for a first date with a woman that I’ve already seen naked and had sex with, but that’s what I’m doing. Weirder still, we’re getting ready for our ‘first date’ while the sun is still up. With my job making me a consistent night worker and Kat’s job leaving her with a lot of flexibility as to when she does her work, it seemed just natural to have our date now.

  There’s a cool early fall wind ruffling the collar of my leather jacket as I get out of my car and head toward Kat’s building. It’s not the fanciest apartment building in the city, but it’s cozy. It suits her, not flashy but somehow just right when you pay you attention and really see its charm.

  I walk up the stairs to the third floor, nervous for some reason. It’s not like we don’t kinda know each other. After all, we’ve talked and sent messages back and forth for weeks . . . and we’ve rocked each other’s bodies to the point I’m aching while still wanting more.

  But this is different. This isn’t a late night video chat and booty call. This is a real date, and there’s real consequences to this.

  In the days since our little impromptu sleepover, we’ve been almost mentally inseparable. Text messages have led to phone calls. Phone calls have led to flirting, and even one more late night rush over here to tear our clothes off for hot, pulse-pounding, brain-rattling sex that has shaken me to the very core.

  So here we are. We’re both off work tonight and I’m picking her up for our first real date. Maybe we’re going at this whole thing backward, sex first and getting to know each other after, but I’m determined to play on the attraction we’ve had from the beginning because no one has intrigued me quite like Kat has in a very long time. She deserves, hell we deserve, a proper date with fancy clothes, dinner, and a walk around the park. A date where we’re going to talk face to face, where all the nuances and details can’t be hidden behind emojis and blurry screens that lag at the most inopportune moments.