Dirty Laundry (Get Dirty 2)

I picture Elise slipping her cotton dress over her head and letting it puddle to floor as she stands in my foyer in just her bra and panties and those ridiculous wedge heels that still made her calves look scrumptious.

In my mind, she drops to her knees in front of me, eyes begging for my cock, but she waits for my nod of permission before taking me out. I tease the head of my cock with the ball of my thumb, imagining it’s her hot tongue licking me like a lollipop and then begin to pump in and out of my fist in earnest as I visualize taking her mouth, her throat.

I place my other hand on the wall, leaning into the thrusts, wanting more, wanting her. She’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen in months and she knows it. But she wants me to take control too, even though she’s worried about being so vulnerable. It’s so fucking sexy. I need to show her how foreplay can be dirty and satisfying at the same time.

Raw need pulses through me as I talk to the empty shower, my voice a whispered rasp in the steamy air. “That’s it, take it, Elise. Suck my cock down your pretty little throat and make me come. You’re gonna swallow every drop like a good girl, aren’t you?”

I can see her nodding around my mouthful of cock, hungry for it, and with a few more strokes, I’m a goner, crying out harshly as I come all over my hand and the shower wall violently, jet after jet shooting from my cock as I spasm in ecstasy.

As I come back down from the high, I’m panting, my knees shaky as I lean my head against the shower wall to steady myself. Fuck. I haven’t come that hard in a long time. I’m not sure that’s a good thing though, considering I just mind-fucked the one person who could and would royally fuck me over, exposing my secret to the media.

But I want her. Fuck, do I want her, and reading her eyes, she wants me too.

I need to get myself in control. Control? I ask myself, laughing as I spray down the shower wall and make sure everything is washed down the drain. I’m such a control freak. I just need to remember that with her tomorrow during the interviews.

Except I know, on some level, she wants me to take control, to fight her for it until she has no choice but to give in to me. With her, I’ll have to earn the power position, but once I have it, I’ll give her just what she needs . . . a hard fucking with her at my mercy. Hell, that’s what I need too.

The thought makes me shiver, and I feel another thrum down my spine to my balls. No, she’s too dangerous. I have to make sure I don’t get sucked back into a teasing flirtatious conversation because no good can come of that. I groan out loud, the thought of getting sucked back in making the pictures I’d just used to jack off flash across my mind, and my cock thickens again.

Already.

It’s noon the next day, and I’m jittery with anticipation of Elise’s visit. I’ve done the best I can to prepare, taking Carsen to school before putting myself through a brutal workout that has hopefully left me too exhausted to get a fucking hard-on.

Honestly, I’m not sure if I’m nervous or excited—maybe both? I’m still dreading her asking me questions, knowing that I’ll have to carefully avoid too much honesty about my life, but another side of me is ready to demand it of her. I’ll ask her everything I want to know, and somewhere in that interrogation, maybe she’ll decide I really am an ass and will leave me alone.

A tiny voice in the back of my head whispers that’s not true, and I know my conscience is at least partially right. I don’t want to know everything to scare her off. A small part of me just wants to know everything about her, period. The gentleman side of my mind wants to know what she needs in a man, wondering if I’m man enough to give it to her. The dirty side, though . . . it wonders if she’d be just as sassy with my cock stuffed in her mouth.

When the doorbell rings, I instinctively look upstairs, mentally reminding myself that Sarah picked Carsen up after school to go to the mall and then out for sushi, knowing that she couldn’t be here for this.

I open the door, and all I want to do is gawk at the sight in front of me, but I force my face to remain stoic as I take her in from head to toe. Her blonde hair is lightly curled today, soft waves that I want to gather in my fist and use to guide her where I want.