Dirty Talk (Get Dirty 1)

“Well Miss Snow, that was a very fine and proper kiss,” I say in a mocking formal accent. “It was such a delight to spend the afternoon and evening with you. I hope you’ll do me the honor of escorting me again. Soon.”

Kat catches her breath, smirking as she leans in close again. “I’d be delighted, Mr. King. Don’t get any ideas though. I’m a lady, and even if you’ve got a world class cock . . . I don’t fuck on the second date either.”

She breathily draws out the word fuck, intentionally emphasizing it to drive me out of my mind. I pull her close again, groaning as I admit . . . she wins this time. There’s a demand, an order in my steely voice. “Say it again, Kitty Kat.”

Her eyes are wide, innocent as she looks up at me, her lip quivering and her nipples hard against my chest. “What? Fuck. Is that what you want me to say? How about . . . no matter how much I want you to fill me up with that thick cock of yours, fuck me hard, and maybe even bend me over the arm of my sofa to smack my ass . . . I don’t do that on the second date.”

She’s killing me as she accentuates the dirty words, knowing that I love it when she lets loose on those triggers, already so much easier than our first conversation when I had to force her to say cock on the radio.

I grin at her, playing even as desire courses through my veins. “Yeah, that. You’re playing with fire here. You know . . . you never said anything about me licking your pussy until you soak my face. Maybe that can be an acceptable second date activity?” She giggles a bit and hope soars in my chest. “Maybe I can call you when I get home?”

I kiss her neck, hopeful that somehow she’ll relent, our phone calls being somehow separate from our first date, that she wants me so much she’ll give in to a phone call at least. But she’s loving this game, and as she runs her fingernails down my neck, she chuckles under her breath. “Oh no, that definitely wouldn’t be proper after a first date. I guess I’ll just have to take care of things myself tonight. When did you say our next date will be?”

My brain zeroes in on the image of her pleasuring herself like I’ve seen so many times already, and my cock jerks in my pants. “Tomorrow night. It’ll have to be late because I’ve got a meeting with a sponsor as well as the show . . . but fuck I need it to be tomorrow.”

She’s driving me wild, this almost dual nature of Kat as she reaches down, cupping my cock. “I can do tomorrow, I’ll be listening in after work. Call me around ten or so?”

I nod, reaching up and rubbing a thumb across her stiff nipple. “Ten. Be ready.”

Kat smiles mysteriously and gives my cock a final caress through my jeans. “Have a good night, Derrick. I know I will.” She says it with a raised eyebrow, obviously teasing me further about just what she’ll be doing tonight.

She steps back, closing her door and leaving me stunned. It’s not until the brass knocker presses against my chin that I realize I never said goodnight.

I lean close, whispering loudly through the door, trusting that she’s just on the other side. “Goodnight, Kitty Kat.”

Chapter 12

Kat

“Kat? Earth to Kat?”

The fog of my daydreams lifts as I realize my sister is calling me, and by the look on her face, she’s been saying my name for a while. We’re taking a long lunch for a family errand, I’m going to work late tonight to make up for it.

“Sorry, what?”

Jessie smirks at me, tilting her voice salaciously. “And what, pray tell, are you fantasizing about dear little sister?”

Blushing, embarrassed at being caught red-handed, I try to divert the attention away from me in any way I can. “Not fantasizing, you horny bitch. Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m just daydreaming, thinking about work, and a new project I’m developing.”

She nods wisely, before rolling her eyes hard enough to let me hear the thunks as they hit the backs of her eye sockets. “A project you’re developing? Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Take a hint from an old lady, if he’s a project model, move on. Guys that need work aren’t worth the time. Find a grown up.” She freezes, a look of horror shooting across her face. “Oh god, you’re not talking about Kevin are you? Please say you’re not trying to fix him. Girl, tell me I’m wrong.”

I flinch back, wondering if Elise and Jessie have been sharing a brain or something. “God no, definitely not Kevin. He’s long gone and I’ve moved on . . . way on.”