Dirty Little Thing

Dirty Little Thing

Copyright 2015 Sara Brookes

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Chapter One

About the Author

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Bonus Excerpt: Riding Irish

A
delita had never had an orgasm.

She’d had plenty of sex, but had never
achieved a gut-wrenching, tear-your-soul-out climax. I was
determined to be the one to give her that moment. Not because I
owned a sadistic streak a mile wide. I simply had a deep-seated
desire to hear Adelita scream my name and feel her pastel-pink
nails dig deep into my wrist as she tumbled over the precipice of
release.

I had no idea why I’d made her lack of orgasm
my mission. Why I felt so flustered, and even a little perturbed,
about the situation. I only knew I wanted to be the one who gave
Adelita something she’d never experienced before. To be the one who
held her while she basked in the blissful haze of afterglow.

Adelita was the first woman I’d been with who
didn’t know what her body was capable of. I’d tried again earlier
this evening, seducing her as soon as she’d strolled through my
front door. Even as I’d been face-deep in her cunt, tonguing the
cute, delicate nub of her clit and kissing the glistening folds of
her pussy lips, it had become clear my valiant efforts weren’t
going to break the cycle. The suffocating heaviness of our
frustration had driven us to the corner pub where we’d ordered
drinks we didn’t want.

Now…I was brooding.

Adelita was crying. But the tears streaking
down her cheeks weren’t what clenched a tight fist around my heart.
It was the frustration—with me and with herself—saturating the
choking, smoke-laden air between us. She wanted so much to please
me, but all we’d discovered so far was the bitter sting of
disappointment.

However, if anything, I was damn persistent.
And stubborn. I wouldn’t toss in the towel without a tenacious
fight. I wasn’t going to give up on her, either. Or on my abilities
to make this woman come. I was going to have to be dragged off
Adelita kicking and screaming. Even then I probably wouldn’t stop
trying to break through the formidable wall her body, and mind, had
erected against pleasure.

I loved her too much to give up.

Adelita excused herself to the bathroom,
wiping her face as she started to thread her way through the crowd.
Along the way, she brushed off the advances of the few straight men
who had decided to brave Ladies Only Night.

Jackasses
.

Usually the men who showed up when the place
was bursting at the seams thought they’d find a fountain of ripe,
untapped pussy. Those same men had the typical male attitude toward
two women being together. A one night,
filthydirtyfuckme
threesome where they made certain they spread their seed.

As I said…jackasses.

I’d given up on men as viable bed-mate
material in high school. Sure, that age was a little young to make
such a life-altering decision, but I’d always known I wanted eat
pussy and not suck cock.

Dangly bits did absolutely nothing for
me.

Adelita returned, the tearstains gone. Her
cheeks were tinted a faint pink, making the freckles on her skin
stand out even more.
Gah, she’s adorable. And beautiful. And
mine. Why can’t I…

“There were some women in the bathroom.”

I snorted as I picked up my beer and tried to
shake off the gloomy thoughts running rampant through my brain.
“Only a few? Slow night.”

She slapped my arm. “That isn’t what I meant.
It’s just…I saw, I mean, they were...never mind.” She trailed off,
averting her gaze as she fiddled with her untouched bottle.

Something had certainly caught her interest.
Intrigued, I touched her chin, gently encouraging her to look at
me. She resisted, but finally her gaze met mine. In those sparkling
blue depths, I noticed her pupils were constricted. Combined with
her rapid breath, and the way she kept trying to break my gaze, I
knew she’d caught a glimpse of something exciting.

“You’re turned on.”

Her bare legs burned hot against my denim
clad ones. Struck with inspiration, I parted her thighs and tugged
her close. The gauzy fabric of her skirt slid up my forearm as our
bodies came together, her breath blowing hot across my cheek as I
brought her face close to mine. I kissed her lightly at first,
nibbling her lower lip as I skimmed my mouth against hers. I inched
my fingers higher on her leg, and traced the small scar on her
upper thigh as I flicked my tongue against her slightly parted
mouth.

More
.

She tried to say it, but it came out muffled
against my probing tongue. The hungry noise she made instead was
enough to encourage me. When I dipped my fingers between her legs,
I discovered she’d removed the lacy thong she’d been wearing
earlier. Delighted with the bounty of her bare pussy lips against
my finger, I took my time tracing, fold by fold, fighting my
craving to dive deeper.

“Naughty girl.” Hot breath ghosted over my
cheeks as she nodded. “Did you play with yourself in the bathroom?”
She shook her head. Time bent around us, everything far away and
dreamy. We made our own little world where the heat of her cunt was
burning the tips of my fingers and everything felt so good, nothing
else mattered. “Tell me,” I ordered as I lifted my free hand to her
collarbone before trailing down to her breast to play and explore.
Her nipple puckered under the silk, the stiff point beckoning to
me. “Go on, beautiful. Tell me the wicked things you saw that made
you so hot.”

Adelita shivered, a signal that lowering the
timbre of my voice, adding that touch of command, had been the
right choice. “They didn’t pay attention to me when I walked in.
Didn’t hesitate for a second. Right out there in the open. They
were just…”

The arousal pooling between my legs grew
heavy as I touched her clit and found it hard. She jerked, a tremor
arching her back so those perfect breasts were pressing against
mine.
God, she has the best fucking tits.
“What were they
doing, baby?”

I gave her a few seconds to gather breath.
Just as I ready to ask—no,
demand
—her tongue flicked out to
wet her lips. “There was a redhead with her back against the wall.
She had a leg wrapped around a blonde, just a little shorter than
her, and…I could see the blonde’s arm moving.”