Dirty (Dive Bar 1)

"Mm-hmm," I said, trying to stay polite.

"So I have to think about Fender guitars."

"Fender guitars. Right."

"Are you paying attention?" he asked. His thumb rubbed over my hard nipple, making everything that much worse (better). Hell, the way he looked at me with such hunger. I didn't know how much more I could take. The heat of his skin and the scent of his sweat, everything about the man made me insane. Insatiable. Whatever.

"What? Oh, yeah. Mostly." I rubbed myself against his leg, beyond caring what I looked like. Only getting off mattered. "And?"

"And." His hand grabbed hold of my ass, pulling me more firmly against his leg, grinding me against him. Meanwhile his other hand was performing awesome feats with my left breast, rolling and lightly pinching the nipple. Fingers grabbing hold of me a smidgeon harder than necessary. It was strange. With him, I liked that edge.

"Damn, you're wet. The smell of you is killing me. I could eat you fucking whole."

"In me now. Oral later."

"Later," he agreed. "We need to move this to the bedroom."

"No time."

"Shit." He focused on my lips, alternating nips with kisses. But his hands kept doing good things too. Wonderful, amazing things. And seriously, enough was enough. Time to move onto the actual penis-in-vagina part of the show.

I shoved my hand into his boxer briefs, sliding the palm of my hand over his dick. Soft, smooth skin over the most perfect hardness. It was official. My hand was in heaven. Seriously, who'd have thought salvation lay hidden in Vaughan's pants? Not me.

I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking reverently.

With a groan, his head fell forward, resting against mine. Pre-cum dampened my fingers, encouraging my hold, increasing my rhythm.

"Do not make me fuck you against this door, Lydia."

Everything inside me squeezed tight. "God, that sounds good. Let's do that."

"Shit."

I slid my free hand into the back of his hair, pulling his mouth down to mine. The time had come to take what I wanted. Everything I wanted. And hell yeah, I was all over that.

With a growl, he attacked my mouth, kissing me ferociously. We each used our lips, teeth, and tongues. Desperate to get into each other any way we could. Wars had been less messy. His tongue tangled with mine, giving me a taste of him. But it wasn't enough. It could never be enough.

Hips working, he fucked my fist. His cock growing harder and thicker. Much more of this and I'd come on his leg, he'd come on my hand. What an awesome idea. The thought alone nearly got me there.

So close.

Then in an almighty rush he pushed back, out of my grip, away from my mouth. Slightly dangerous, though I guess the man knew what he was doing. Maybe. Without his thigh propping me up, my ass almost hit the floor. My back started sliding down the door, knees wobbling. It took a while for me to stand back up.

"Vaughan?"

Hand wrapped tight around his cock he stood, hanging his head. "Wait."

Bra straps were sliding down my arms, the undergarment slowly falling off. I helped it along, well past caring about the whole body image thing. "But--"

"One sec." He grabbed his jeans, rifling through the pockets. Out came a condom packet and he tore into it like a man possessed.

Yes. YES.

I shoved down my panties as he did likewise to his boxer briefs. It could have been a race judging by the determined set of his mouth, the fierce look in his eyes. With movements swift and sure, he donned the condom. Then he came at me. For a moment, I almost felt fear. Sweet and Fun Vaughan had long left the building. This man was someone else completely. I tried to back up but there was nowhere to go.

Our bodies collided, hitting the door. Hands grasped my face, maneuvering my mouth, holding it in position for a soul-searing kiss. Then he gripped my thighs, urging me up, taking my weight and wrapping my legs around him. It all happened so quickly. With one hand to my ass, he reached down between us with the other, moving his cock into position. The blunt head immediately started pushing in, parting my flesh, becoming one with me. All I could do was hold tight to his neck and take him.

Slowly but surely, he filled me. Only when his hips were flat against me and we were skin to skin did he pause. His lips brushed over my cheek, placing open-mouthed kisses along my jaw.

"Okay?" he asked, his body shaking with the effort to hold back, to wait for my reply.

In answer I turned my head, meeting his mouth with my own, kissing him stupid. And so it began. I can't say I know exactly what it feels like to be nailed to a door. But the way Vaughan did it made for one hell of an experience.

He pulled back before driving deep into me, thrusting hard and sure from the beginning. There was no going easy. No gentle buildup. We were both too far gone for such things. Our skin slapped hard together, his balls tapping my ass. The thick length of him plunged into me time and again. With our teeth knocking together, we had to stop kissing before someone got hurt. Sweat slicked our skins and the sounds of our panting filled the room.

In all honesty, we were kind of feral. Animalistic. Definitely dirty.

Fingers dug deep into my ass cheeks as he angled us right. So his pelvis kept making contact with my clit. Again and again, he hit my sweet spot, pushing me closer to the edge, sending me out of my mind. Electricity raced through me, blood rushing, every nerve singing. I'd never been so strung out, everything tensed from top to toe, desperately in need of release. The strength of him holding me, the way his muscles stood out in stark relief. The scent of sex and sweat. It was all good and right. Even the occasional edge of pain. Vaughan pounded me into the door, stretching me, filling me beyond what I thought I could take.

Then his fingers tightened, gripping my butt cheeks bruisingly hard. Somehow, he changed what he was doing slightly. The angle or the manner of god only knows. But his hips smacked into me as he thrust hard, grinding his pelvis against my clit. Pressure built to the breaking point at the base of my spine, every muscle in me contracting. Once, twice, three times he did this and then my world turned to white.

Stars. Fireworks. Every part of me convulsing like I was shaking apart, exploding. Soon, there'd be nothing of me left. And still, he held me tight. My spine hit the door, making it rattle, its hinges squeaking. His body moving in mine, our body parts entangled to the point I didn't think we'd ever part.

Until he made this noise, a guttural yell. Twice more he filled me. Face buried in my neck, he came.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"Hope you're happy with yourself," grumped Vaughan, lying on his back, staring at the bedroom ceiling.

I hid my grin against his side, breathing him in. Turns out, the man smelled even better the morning after hot sex. I wanted to lick him from top to toe, then come back for more. Instead I yawned, cautiously stretching. Certain things hurt in the very best way. After months and months of neglect, joy had finally come my vagina's way. "I honestly don't think I could be happier."

A grunt.

"Thank you for all the effort. I really appreciated it."

"You went straight to sleep."

"I know," I said. "But it'd been a very long day and I'd just come hard enough to cause myself actual neurological damage."

Another grunt.

"Now that I think about it, it was probably closer to a coma than sleep."

"Babe, you're not funny." He slipped an arm around me despite his lack of amusement, fingers stroking the side of my breast. Of course. Such a tit man. "It was supposed to be romantic."

"It was."

He raised his weary head. "Lydia, you've got bruises down your back from me banging you so hard against the front door. I might not have a lot of experience in this area, but I'm pretty fucking sure that's not romance."

This from Mr. Bitey himself. The dude was serious.

Stripes of sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains. Just enough to illuminate the unlit candles scattered around the room, the vases overflowing wit

h wildflowers. An unopened bottle of champagne sat in a bucket of long since melted ice. I'm certain the fresh sheets were Egyptian cotton. I wanted to roll around on them with Vaughan until the world went boom. What a perfect way to make my exit.

I wiggled closer, holding on tight. Acting like a limpet sometimes is soothing, don't question it. "I do appreciate you going to all this trouble. Thank you."

With a sigh, he laid his head back against the pillow. "I'm going to owe Joe for years for doing all this while we were at work."

"You certainly went all out. The room looks amazing."

"Yeah." His frowny face turned sheepish. "Actually, I just gave him twenty and asked him to grab a bunch of flowers and a couple of candles. I had no idea he'd do all this."

"Huh. Who'd have thought Joe would have the soul of a romantic."

All the flowers and the clusters of candles, the bubbly on ice and awesome sheets. Amazing. The big blond bear of a bartender knew how to woo.

He patted me on the arm. "Got to use the bathroom."

I set him free and slowly sat up, holding the sheet to my chest. A fine position for watching all of the goodness that was Vaughan Hewson rise from the bed. The pale skin and ink work on his back, his broad shoulders and firm ass. All so good. He shoved a hand through his shaggy golden-red hair and yawned long and loud, wandering out into the hallway in all his naked glory. "I should get a haircut."

"No," I commanded, a bit too forcefully considering the temporary nature of our relationship. "Get one when I'm gone."

He laughed and went to heed the call of nature. I needed to do some of that and teeth brushing too. Also, my hair felt remarkably similar to hell. I should probably fix it sometime. Funny, with Chris I'd been all over my presentation. Constantly checking my hair and makeup to the point of OCD. Not just at work, as per the usual, but all the time. Yet here I sat a thoroughly rumpled mess and quite relaxed about the whole thing. Strange how easily the woman I'd been with Chris had dropped away. I could kiss Paul for sending the video and stopping me from making the biggest mistake of my life. Kiss him and hit him too. The rage hadn't completely abated.

"Hey." Vaughan sat at the end of the bed, gently pulling at the sheet.

I held it to my chest, keeping things covered. "Hey."

"You're frowning."

"I was just thinking about Chris. How badly I let him mess with my head."

He nodded, giving the sheet another surreptitious tug.

I held on tighter. "You know, it wasn't just him. It was their whole world. Everything was image, all the time. The right hair, the right clothes, the right labels. And I let myself get sucked into that. I bought into it."

"You were looking for happiness, Lydia. How do you know whether something works unless you give it a try?"