Down and Dirty (Dare Me 2)

The screen lit up again.

Want me to tell you a bedtime story?

She nodded breathlessly at the phone, refusing to allow herself to think about how terrifying it was that, in the span of five seconds, he’d taken her from utter despair to total, blinding exhilaration with nothing but a text. Or how much it was going to hurt if and when this didn’t work out. In fact, she didn’t allow herself to think anything at all.

Her fingers flew over the touch screen.

Yes.

…

It didn’t mean shit in the scheme of things, Shane realized. They’d danced this dance before. They’d fucked and flirted, had some near misses, and at points, he thought he’d finally gotten through to her. But he had to be realistic. If recent history was any indicator, tomorrow would come and find him right back where he’d been since their night at the hotel. Alone, frustrated, and confused.

Shane stared down at his phone, a single three-letter word staring back at him.

Yes.

He might be the world’s biggest sucker, but at that moment, it was enough for him. It had to be. He typed back.

First, tell me what you’re wearing. Never tell a bedtime story to a woman wearing more than one item of clothing, I always say.

He hit send and waited, wondering what she would do with that. His phone beeped a second later, and he picked it up to see the smiley-face emoticon and her reply.

A white T-shirt & a pair of long johns, but I’m taking the bottoms off right now, becuz I want my story.

Five seconds later.

K, they’re off. Down to 1 article of clothing. What R U wearing?

He typed back:

Same thing you saw earlier. Jeans, sports jacket, and T-shirt.

He’d dropped Courtney off half an hour ago, and when he’d passed Cat’s street, he couldn’t help but drive by. Her light had been on, and he’d considered stopping by to see if she would talk to him about why she’d really shown up at Sully’s. In the end, he’d stopped, but talked himself out of going up to the door, knowing he had to stick with the plan. Let her come to him.

His phone vibrated again.

Do u like her?

He considered the question and answered honestly.

She’s very nice.

Does she make u laugh?

He smiled a little at that. Courtney was fun, but not like Cat, who was crazy at times but a blast to be around. Still, if this was just another game to her, he didn’t want to show his whole hand.

Yes.

But even with his nifty plan in mind, it felt wrong to just leave it like that.

But not as much as you do.

Long pause, and then her reply.

I wish u were here.

That one had him shifting in his seat.

What would you do if I was?

That was the question that needed answering. Was she just jealous and confused, hoping to get his focus off Courtney, or did she really want him? His blood hummed at the thought of being inside her again. Tasting her, touching her, feeling her come against his mouth. His phone vibrated with her reply.

Whatever u asked me to.

His cock pulsed and thickened as the possibilities ran through his head like a movie. But how far to take it? What if she was just buzzed after a few beers and playing around?

R u still there?

As if he would go anywhere right now. He paused with his fingers on the keys and thought of how best to respond.

Yep. I just don’t know if you’re ready for what’s coming out of the door you cracked open.

The wait was interminable, but when her two-word response finally came, he wanted to pound his chest and shout.

Bring it.

Maybe not a declaration of love, but pure fucking Cat Thomas. And that was enough for now.

He pressed the call button and waited. Two rings and a whispered, “Hello?”

It was past the time for games. “Are you lying down?” he demanded, his voice all grit and growl.

“I…yes. On the couch.”

“Good, now take a deep breath and let it out slowly.” When he heard her do it, he whispered, “Again, Cat, only this time, close your eyes. I want you to think about that night in the hotel. Remember how it felt to have my hands sliding over your body, trailing along your breasts…lower.”

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Spread your legs apart for me, then slide your finger along your slit. Tell me if you’re wet, Cat.”

A moment passed with no sound but that of her labored breathing. “Yesss.”

Her response was like a fist closing over his cock, and he arched his hips helplessly toward the unseen hand.

“Don’t stop. Get your fingers nice and slick and rub them over your clit. I want to hear you, babe. Tell me how it feels.”

The phone was muffled for a second and then she gasped.

“Does it feel good, Cat?”

“Yes.”

“You know what I remember most about that night at the lake? The sounds, those sexy little sounds you made in the back of your throat. I had blue balls for three days.”

Her choked laugh made him smile.

“I don’t know how I managed to walk away from you. All I can think about now is getting you to make those noises for me again.”

“Wouldn’t take much right now,” she breathed.

His pulse thudded, and he shifted in his seat in hopes of easing the pressure in his groin. “What do you want from me, babe? Tell me and it’s yours.”

“Your mouth. I want your mouth on me.”

Fuck yeah. “Is your clit ready for my tongue?”

“Shit, mmm, yes.” Her voice was getting thicker, her words running together.

He tried to make it last, to keep talking, but his cock was like a nine iron, and his brain was starting to fry from the heat. Covering the phone with his hand, he turned off the ignition, got out of the car. He made his way to the front door almost in a daze, then turned the knob, relieved when it gave with ease. With a silent thanks to the gods of trusting cul-de-sac dwellers in low-crime Rhode Island, he pushed open the door and stepped into house. Time to see if Cat was ready to put her money where her mouth was. He padded slowly through the kitchen and stopped when he heard her whisper.

“Shane?” she murmured into the phone a little louder this time.

He stood, silent in the kitchen doorway, and stared. She was reclined on the brown leather couch, half-naked, her shapely legs bare in the moonlight. Her shirt was pushed up high to reveal peach, hard nipples standing out in stark relief against her pale skin. Her head was thrown back, red hair spread across the couch cushion, and her right hand moved delicately between her thighs. His mouth went dry, and he tried to speak in spite of all the blood draining from his brain to his cock. Only a coffee table separated them, and he fought back the urge to leap over it and pounce on her.

“Shane?” she said again, then pulled the phone away to frown at it.

“I’m here,” he finally managed through gritted teeth. She jerked up and cried out.

“Holy shit, when did you—” She moved her hand from between her legs and struggled to sit up, but he crossed the room in a few short steps and stopped at the end of the couch.

“Don’t stop. Put your hand back.”

She stared at him, green eyes wide with shock, but the need was still there just below the surface.

“Lay back.”

She hesitated for a second but slowly reclined backward, trepidation plain on her face.

“Don’t be embarrassed. That was about the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” And that was the truth. He stepped closer and took her hand, leading it back between her thighs. “You said whatever I want. This—” He slid their entwined fingers through her wet folds and his knees nearly gave out. “This is what I want.”

The doubt faded, and a mischievous smile tugged at her lips. She nodded and sank deeper into the cushions. Holding his gaze in the dim light, she found her clit and fell into a hypnotic rhythm. He followed her every move as she slid her free hand up to cover one breast, caressing her nipple.

Sexy. So damned sexy.

He stripped off his coat and yanked at the button fly of his jeans. Slipping one hand down the front, he drew out his already-stiff cock and began to work it up and down in long, even strokes. She kept her eyes locked on him and her hips bounced as her hand moved faster. Too soon, her eyes drifted shut, her leg muscles tensing until Shane gripped her wrist, halting her ministrations.

“Okay. As much as I’d love to watch you for the next hour or so, that’s enough. I want to be the one to make you come.”

She hesitated, then lowered her gaze to his cock. She wet her lips with the tip of a pink tongue and his shaft surged in response.

“Can I taste you first?” she asked softly, reaching out a hand toward him and moving to the edge of the couch. She ran a gentle hand down his stomach, and then leaned forward to lap at the broad head of his cock. He growled low in his throat as the heat of her tongue stroked him, but it wasn’t enough. He was just about to tell her so, tell her how desperate he was for her to take him deep and suck, hard, when she opened her mouth wide and worked him into her hot mouth until he felt her throat close around him in a snug embrace.

He choked out a curse and used his grip on her hair to pull her back while he tried to regain some self-control. She fought him, anchoring him to her with a grip around his thighs and using her tongue to massage him. Helpless against the onslaught, he flexed his hips restlessly, the need uncurling in his belly. She slid him almost all the way out before sucking him hard and deep again.

She met his eyes in the dim light while she sucked him off, and he wondered if he would ever forget the sight. Her head bobbing between his legs, her plump lips brushing against his cock, glossy from her mouth and tongue. He closed his eyes to block out the view because if he didn’t, he was going to blow it right into her mouth and he still hadn’t tasted that sweet pussy. Suddenly, that seemed to be an immediate necessity.

He pulled back, encircling her wrist to escape her grasp. She released him but ran her tongue down the length of his cock one more time for good measure.

“Nice,” she whispered.

“God, you don’t know how happy it makes me that you think so.” He pulled away for an agonizing minute and stripped down until he was naked, then pushed her onto her back and lifted her hand high above her head.

“Lift your other arm,” he ground out.

She did. And she took his breath away.

“Look at you.” His gaze swept her again, and he shuddered as he nodded. “Seeing you like this, I can think of a hundred things I want to do to you, with you. The night at the hotel barely scratched the surface.”

“You’re wasting time,” she said, and an instant later, he was on her. His aligned his hips against hers, her belly pressing against his cock.

He lifted his torso from her, dipping his head to take her mouth with his. Her scent enveloping, wrapping around him like a sensual blanket. He pulled back, his breathing labored as he pressed his forehead to hers.

His voice was low and hoarse. “All I can think of is you. From the second I saw you again, I wanted to slide my cock into that wet heat over and over. I want that so bad I can taste it.” He slid a knee between her thighs and spread her legs open, then reached between them, covering her core with his hand. Her back bowed in response and a charge of heat blasted through him.

She let out a long hiss. “You’re killing me.”

He thrust himself away from her and pressed nipping kisses down her neck to her breasts, making a path to her hip. For a long moment, he just stared. When he finally dipped his head down and put his mouth to her, she nearly bucked him off, but he held her captive. He dragged his tongue over her crease, then traced around her clit with just the tip.

“Shane,” she whispered urgently, arching upward.

He growled and closed his lips over the swollen knot. She shuddered and her muscles strained as she threaded her fingers into his hair, urging him to finish it. A surge of satisfaction pulsed through him and at that moment, his only purpose in life was to do it right and make her scream.