Dirty: A Naughty Tale

Swallowing every drop as I release into her mouth.

“Motherfuck—” Semen spills into my hand as my imagination controls my movements, and all I want to do is go down there and cover every delicate inch of her body in my sperm. Marking her as mine.

“Fuck this,” I gasp. I’ve never been one to hold off on going after what I want, let alone something I already consider mine.

And Celeste most certainly is mine. From now until the end of fucking time, I’m going to keep her dirty as fuck and happy as hell.

Storming down the stairs and out the back door, I waltz over to her yard, intent on claiming every goddamned inch of her.

Celeste

* * *

I can feel his gaze on me as I rub the lotion into my body. I want to roll over onto my back, but I’m not brave enough. I know he’s the only one home on our block right now; everyone else is working, hoping to get away for the long weekend.

My parents left me home alone, like usual, to go on a quick getaway, as they called it. What they really meant is they’re tired of me and need a break.

I’m not perfect. I have needs, fantasies really, that include Detective Martin Lynch of the NYPD, and they disapprove.

They’ve been telling me for months—after catching me staring at him—that he wouldn’t want a little girl like me. What they don’t know, or haven’t paid attention to, is the fact, not only am I a virgin, but I’ve never even kissed a boy, and I get the feeling that’s exactly what Marty likes.

To even get the guts to come out here, I had to take a shot of Vodka from my mother’s cabinet, which I’m certain she’ll notice upon their return.

I was an early in life child and my grandparents on both sides refused to let mom and dad put me up for adoption. We’re also strict God-fearing Christian folks—well, they are, or were, at some point—so abortion was out of the question too.

It’s been nothing but regret, heartache, and reminder since the day of my birth. They remind me often of what a surprise I was.

Having just turned eighteen, and nearly graduating high school, all I care about is getting out of this house and maybe even away from New York.

I used to love this city. I loved the crowds, the nights, the life. The fact there is always something going on is a huge draw for me. But on my birthday, my parents became stricter. I don’t even know why. I’m not allowed to go anywhere but home and school.

I’m a prisoner in an adult’s body in my childhood home.

I could whine and cry about how life’s not fair, but then Marty showed up a couple of days ago to housesit while Onyx and Grace take a vacation. In a lot of ways, I’m grateful for our neighbors. Not only do they treat me like an old friend, but Grace is like the older sister I wish I had.

She takes me shopping with her, lets me help her with the kids. We bake and make huge family meals for every holiday. Since my parents are gone any chance they get, I’m not even sure they know how close I am to the Inwood family. If they did, I’m certain I’d have been shipped off to a boarding school in Switzerland by now.

With the appearance of Marty now, a man I’ve lusted after for far too long, I’m throwing caution to the wind and going for what I truly want.

Him.

Just a single passion-filled night with Martin.

I know he’s a player. I once heard Onyx tell Grace he’s a hit it and quit it kind of guy. I’m sure by the time he’s done with me, I’ll have regret written all over me. But if I’m to be locked away like some princess with no knight in shining armor in sight, I might as well enjoy my time.

The banging of the neighbor’s door as it slams shut alerts me to Martin’s loss of control. I’m honestly surprised he was able to hold off for as long as he did.

Suddenly shy, I stand up and dive into the pool. With distance between us, I know I can push him back should I need to.

The water ripples around my nude body as I kick my legs and swim to the far side. Popping my head up, I place my hands on the side of the pool and rest my head on them. Facing the gate where I’m certain Martin will come through any second, I c

lose my eyes and wait.

The wind feels softer as it blows. The water warms from the bright sun in the sky. I hear the blades of grass crunch under his heavy, determined steps, and I feel the vibration of the gate opening as he comes in the yard.

“Celeste.” He groans.

I keep my eyes closed, terrified I’ll chicken out once I see him.