Dirtiest Secret (SIN 1)

His phone chirped, signaling a text, and he felt a little jolt of hope in his chest--Jane? He turned to pull it out of the pocket of his jeans, now crumpled on the counter, then suffered a stab of disappointment to see that it wasn't from Jane but from Myra. It took him a moment to place the name, only remembering that she was the redhead from last night when he opened the text and saw the short video image.

She was arched back, her eyes closed and her mouth open in an expression that could only be ecstasy. Her breasts were thrust skyward and her legs were spread wide. The blonde's face was buried between them, and from his perspective, Dallas could see the blonde's own sweet, wet pussy between her bare legs as she squirmed and fingered herself, her ass making small circular motions as she excitedly moved her head, blond curls bouncing, while she sucked loudly on Myra's clit.

For a second, he wondered who was holding the camera, but then Myra lifted her head and opened her eyes so that she was looking over the blonde's arched back right at the camera. Right at him. "We made a new friend," she said. "She likes it in the ass, Dallas." She dragged her teeth over her lower lip. "So do I. So hurry back and come play with all three of us."

He sucked in air and realized he was hard. So goddamn hard he thought he'd explode. And not from the video. Not from Myra's sultry invitation. Not from the thought of himself in bed with three willing, eager women.

No, he was hard because he'd been staring at the video and imagining another scene. A different scene.

Him on his back, his hands above his head as he held tight to straps that were secured to the headboard. His body was stiff, his cock as hard as glass. He was on the edge, about to shatter, and as he stepped into the shower he let the image grow clearer.

He pictured Jane's hand curved around the base of his cock. Her mouth taking him in, deep and wet, as her tongue teased the length of him, then pulled back slowly, sucking hard and lingering on the head so that he had to pull tight on the straps in order to battle the urge to thrust up and fuck her gorgeous, wide mouth.

Then she opened for him, taking him in. Deeper and deeper until he could feel the tip of his cock against the back of her throat, and he was so hard, so ready to explode, but he didn't want it to end. This feeling. This knowledge that it was Jane getting him off. Jane giving him pleasure. Jane, and not some substitute female who could do nothing but satisfy an itch, but never satisfy him.

Deeper and deeper she took him, and as she did, her hands cupped his balls, and that was it--that was all he could take.

He let go of the straps before he shot his load--and goddamn if he wasn't as close in the shower as he was in the fantasy--and he pulled roughly out of her mouth even as he grabbed hold of her arms and urged her up to him.

She straddled him, her thighs warm against his ribs. She was wet, and she rubbed herself over his chest, teasing her clit and making soft little moaning noises as she looked him deep in the eyes.

"Is this the way you want it?" she asked.

"God yes."

The corner of her mouth lifted and she rose up on her knees, breaking contact long enough to lean forward and kiss him, then slide her lips over to his ear.

"I'm being awfully naughty. You may have to spank me."

"Naughty?" He didn't think so. She was following his commands to the letter. "How?"

"Because of what I want."

His cock twitched. "Tell me."

"I want your finger in my ass," she whispered. "I want you to fill me when I ride you. And after I come, I want you to tie me down and fuck me hard. My pussy. My ass. I want the ropes to leave marks on my wrists and my ankles." She licked the edge of his ear, and he shuddered. "I want you to use me, Dallas. I want to be everything you need."

Every word rocked him, sending all of his blood rushing to his cock. He wanted this. Wanted her. And with a knowing little smile, she eased back and lowered herself onto his rock hard cock.

He groaned, relishing the feel of being inside her wet heat. She rode him hard, fingering her clit as she moved up and down until he was right on the edge, right about to lose it.

Not yet.

He flipped her over on her back, shoved her knees up near her shoulders, and pounded his cock into her, harder and harder, until all he knew was his growing pleasure and the mingled sounds of their bodies meeting, her moans, then the wild, violent cry of his name as she exploded around him.

And even before her trembling subsided, she begged for more. "Again," she moaned. "Please, Dallas, tie me down and fuck my ass. I need you. I need you every way I can have you."

The words ripped through Dallas, and he came. Harder. Faster. More violently and wildly than he had in forever. As he did he cried out, both from the euphoric pleasure of the release, and from the emotional pain of knowing that it was all a fantasy. Could only ever be a fantasy. He'd never be deep inside her. He'd never fuck her senseless.

He'd never hear her cry his name as she rode out her orgasm.

Because he couldn't ever go there.

And even if he could--

God, even if he could it would never be right. He needed it dirty. Rough. Fucked up.

He'd take her part of the way in fantasy, but even in his mind he couldn't completely sink down with her--and he sure couldn't take her there in reality. Not now. Not ever.