Dirty Laundry (Get Dirty 2)

I look up to the blue sky, trying to think and hoping to find an answer in the clouds. Partying on tour? Too hard to keep up appearances this summer. Drinking and drugs? I don’t need that sort of attention. ”Hey, what if I had a girlfriend? I just keep her locked up in my love dungeon and never let her out.” I wrap Elise up tight in my arms, growling into the soft skin of her neck.

Elise giggles, wiggling away from the tickles of my nibbles. “I don’t think that’s the kind of thing you want getting out. Women would be lined up around the block for the Yes, Mr. Perkins experience.”

“Well shit, I don’t know, but we have all weekend to figure something out. For now, I have an idea.” I hold her tight again, nuzzling in her hair and taking in her sweet girl-sweat and sunshine scent.

But she twists in my arms, surprising me with a smack of a kiss before scurrying towards the pool. I know the first few feet are shallow and mostly sandy bank, and likely freezing, so when she drops down and dips her hands in with a glint in her eyes, I can fully read her intentions.

“You’d better not, Elise. That water’s fucking ice cold. You wouldn’t dare.” I warn her.

“Hell yes, I dare.” and with a whoop of delight, she throws handfuls of water to splash at me.

I hop up, charging at her like she waved a red flag in front of a bull, and she retreats into the knee-deep water, where I follow her, splashing her with my stomping steps. “You’ve done it now…” And I grab her, splashing her with the frigid water as we both laugh and shiver.

“Holy shitballs!” Elise yells. “It’s fucking cold!” But even as she complains about the water, she’s reaching down, tossing more my way.

I laugh, and for the next few minutes, it’s a water war of freezing proportions, both of us getting soaked but not caring in the least. Our calves and toes quickly numb, but the warm sun on our bodies helps. When we’re both breathless, dripping, and smiling, I help her back on the bank, laughing as I stroke her wet hair. “Truce, I won’t splash you anymore.”

“How about you let me drive back as a peace offering?” she asks. “Do that, and maybe I’ll let you join me for the warm-up shower.”

“Deal,” I reply, kissing her softly. This kiss feels different, like we’re not getting ready to fuck but just . . . foreplay. Her lips are tender and soft, and when her tongue touches my lip, I caress her tenderly, holding her close before pulling back. “Thank you for letting me share this with you.”

Elise takes it nice and slow, controlling the ATV on the ride back down, listening as I give her clues and point out where to turn. By the time we get back, the sun is getting low, which is great because we’ll have plenty of hot water for our showers.

Elise brakes and turns off the ATV, pulling off her helmet as she looks out at the golden valley below the cabin. “I keep getting my breath taken away. It’s beautiful,” she whispers.

“Not as beautiful as you,” I murmur, hugging her from behind. We watch the sun disappear behind the mountain, then push the ATV into the shed. I turn back to Elise in the fading light. “It’ll get chilly up here quickly now. I’ll grab some firewood, get that started for some heat while you wash up.”

“And what if I don’t want to wash up?” she asks, sassy again. In response, I come over and pull her close, growling lightly.

“I might just have to spank you,” I threaten. “Hard.”

Elise hums, pressing her breasts against my chest and squeezing me close. “I don’t know if you understand what punishment means . . . because that sounds exactly like what I wanted anyway.”

I hum, reaching down and cupping her ass, squeezing it as I whisper in her ear. “So you like it when I spank you? Hold you down and make your ass pink up so pretty for me?”

She bites back a moan, but I hear it even as she nods, grinding her hips forward to brush against my cock. Turning her around, I wrap a fistful of her hair around my hand, splaying my other on her belly as I lean down, nipping and sucking on her neck. Elise cups my head, holding me still. “Harder. Please . . . God, you make dirty feel so fucking good.”

I nip her again, licking her skin and making her jump, pressing her ass against my now raging cock. “You want me to mark this pretty neck, leave bruises to show how well you’ve been fucked?”

She nods, and I have to give my lady what she wants, sucking harder and licking lines to find the next treasure spot to mark with my kiss. As I do, I grind my cock against her ass harder, finding a rhythm as I ride her through our clothes. Needing more . . . more skin, more contact, more of Elise surrounding me, I use my hold on her to walk toward the cabin, leading her inside.