Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (169 page)

  
It
felt like every time his tongue rasped against my nipple it sent a shock of
pleasure all the way down to my pussy, making me hotter and wetter and tighter
by the moment.

  
I
whimpered when Ty stopped, continuing down on his way along my body. I knew
what he was going to do and the anticipation almost killed me. Ty kissed along
my ribcage, against my abdomen, stopping just short at my hips to give me a
playful little bite that made me gasp. He spread my legs wider and slipped down
between them, and the feeling of his hot breath against my thigh was almost
enough on its own to make me come right then and there.

  
When
he buried his face against my soaking wet folds I cried out, grabbing at his
head and shoulders. Ty nuzzled against me, his tongue darting out, and I shook
all over as he began to suck and lick as if he was starving.

  
I
tried to hold back and keep myself under control, but I knew that I was right
on the edge in a matter of moments. Ty teased me relentlessly, letting his
tongue barely swipe against my clit before moving down to my inner folds once
more, holding my hips down with his arms while he worshipped me with his mouth.
I moaned out again and again, twisting and writhing underneath him, around him,
as Ty brought me to the edge of climax over and over again only to back off at
the last moment.

  
I
was ready to beg him to finish me off, almost to the point of tears at how much
I wanted it, and then Ty wrapped his lips around my clit and began to suck and
lick the little bead of nerves, flicking his tongue back and forth against it
so fast that all I could do is moan out as my body went into instinct. I squirmed
and writhed and twisted on the bed, my head falling back against the pillows,
my body on fire.

  
Wave
after wave of pleasure hit me, so much that it was overwhelming. Ty rode
through my orgasm, his tongue moving against me, his lips sucking as much of my
pussy into his mouth as possible as I bucked and shook underneath him. He only
stopped when my spasms of pleasure started to abate, slowly pulling back.

  
“You
taste so good, Nicky,” he murmured, pressing a sloppy kiss against my hip as I
trembled underneath him. He slithered up along my body, his arms wrapping
around me tightly. I felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my hip,
and even as I panted for breath and trembled in the aftershocks of the climax
he’d given me, I wanted to feel more of Ty’s body. I wanted to feel him inside
of me. Ty kissed me, and I could taste myself on his lips, on his tongue, but I
didn’t care.

  
I
slowly started to heat up again, my breath returning to normal, my heartbeat
slowing down and then speeding up as Ty started touching me again, his hands
wandering all over my body. I reached down, finding his erection by touch, and
started to stroke him slowly. Somewhere along the line, his boxers had come
off, and as I worked my hand up and down along the length of him I realized he
was definitely bigger than Dillon, but I wasn’t even a little bit afraid.

  
Ty
kissed me over and over again until I was almost lightheaded, almost dizzy from
all the sensations running through my body. He pulled back and looked down at
me. “Do you want to keep going?”

  
“Yes!”
I almost laughed and cried at the same time, I was so frustrated and so turned
on. “I swear to god if you stop now I’m going to beat the crap out of you.”

  
Ty
chuckled and shifted his hips down between my legs. I let go of his cock and
cradled his head in my hands, pulling him down for another hungry kiss. I
couldn’t get enough of him: his mouth, the heat of his body, the way his skin
felt pressed against mine. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

  
Ty
guided his cock up against me, rubbing up and down along my labia, teasing me,
and I groaned at having to wait, ducking my head down to the side and nibbling
along the column of his throat. He chuckled again and thrust into me slowly,
his thick, hard cock pushing against the resistance of my body, filling me up
inch by inch.

  
I
moaned in pleasure against his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist, pushing
my hips down into his thrust so I could take him deeper. I wanted—needed—him
all the way inside of me, needed to feel him moving in me. Ty took his time,
holding back, his cock rubbing along my inner walls as he pushed deeper and
deeper until his hips were pressed right up against mine.

  
He
paused, and I shivered, my breath catching in my throat. This was totally
unlike anything I’d ever had with Dillon. It felt so good, so completely right,
everything I wanted in the world. Then Ty began to move, rocking his hips
against mine, and I moaned again, burying my face against his neck to stifle
the sound. His hands wandered all over me, touching and caressing, exploring
every curve of my body while we moved together. I couldn’t help but fall into
his rhythm, my hips twisting and shifting as if they had a mind of their own. I
whimpered and moaned, moving mindlessly, getting more and more turned on as the
tension mounted somewhere deep down between my hips.

  
I
tried to hold back again, tried to keep myself from tumbling into my climax,
but Ty was almost determined to make me come—no matter how much I tried to find
a way to keep myself from hitting my climax, Ty would move against me, inside
of me, somehow, making me cry out and moan. He reached down between our bodies
and his fingers slid along my labia until he found my clit. I shuddered as he
began to rub and stroke the little cluster of nerves in counterpoint to his
thrusts, sending crackling jolts of electric pleasure through my body.

  
In
a matter of moments I couldn’t hold back anymore. I cried out, grabbing at Ty’s
shoulders and his head. Once again wave after wave of pleasure washed through
me, tingling through every nerve in my body. Words tumbled out of my lips
without me even knowing what they were, and I felt Ty’s body tense against
mine, heard him groan against my neck, and then my climax intensified as I felt
his cock twitching inside of me and felt the hot, sticky-slick gush of him
coming. I lost myself completely, moaning again and again as my climax ripped
through me—better than any climax I’d ever had with Dillon, any climax I’d ever
had in my entire life.

  
We
kept moving together until neither of us could anymore, and then Ty collapsed
against me, panting and gasping for breath just like I was. I felt limp,
completely satisfied, electric, crackling, tingling impulses dancing up and down
along every nerve in my body. I clung to Ty as if for life itself, gradually
catching my breath while my trembling slowly came to a stop. I came back to
myself after what seemed like an hour, giggling softly as I realized how good I
felt.

  
Oh my god, if I had known sex with him would
be like this…he’s a million times better than Dillon ever was.

  
“You
okay?” I looked up to see Ty watching me, concern in his gray-green eyes.

  
“Yeah—yeah,
I am…way better than okay,” I said, giggling again. I couldn’t tell him that he
was so much better than my ex; I didn’t even want to mention Dillon to Ty.
Instead I buried my face against his chest and breathed in the smell of his
soap and cologne and sweat, so happy I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to laugh or
cry or just smile like an idiot for hours.

  
We
lay in bed for a while after that with the music playing in the background,
talking about nothing and everything, until eventually we were so exhausted
that we just fell asleep, tangled up in each other’s arms. It was the best
night’s sleep I had had in months.

Chapter
Ten

  
The
morning after my date with Nicole, I woke up with my arms still around her;
somewhere along the line I’d pulled the blankets around us. As soon as I moved,
Nicole made a sound, shifting against me. She murmured sleepily and I kissed
her on the forehead, pulling her body against mine under the blankets. “Good
morning,” I whispered.

  
“Mm,”
Nicole replied, nodding against my chest. “I should probably go back to the
dorm.”

  
“You’re
in the dorm,” I joked. “Just the wrong room.” She snickered and opened her
eyes, looking up into mine.

  
“I
don’t think I even texted Ashley to let her know I wasn’t going to be back in,”
she said. Nicole stretched, groaning softly, and the feeling of her body
against mine was almost enough to make me want to convince her to stay at least
another thirty minutes—but I knew she was right. We both had things to do. It
was Tuesday morning; I had classes to get to in a few hours.

  
I
kissed Nicole, holding her body close to mine for as long as I dared, but as
soon as she started to fidget I let her go and watched her slide out of the
bed, looking around for her clothes. “I think your bra is on the lamp,” I said,
pointing it out. Nicole giggled and snatched it up, shaking her head.

  
I
watched her get dressed, enjoying the view and trying not to think about all
the things I needed to be doing. When she had all of her clothes on, she came
back to the bed and kissed me quickly on the lips. “Text me, okay?”

  
“Before
you even get to your first class,” I told her. Nicole grinned and turned away,
and my hand fell off of her hip as she quickly walked out of my dorm room and
into the hallway.

  
For
a long moment, I just lay there in bed, thinking of how good she’d felt, of how
incredibly lucky I was. I had hoped that I would eventually be able to show
Nicole that I was serious, and that she would have sex with me—but I hadn’t
expected it to happen so quickly. I took a deep breath and found my phone in
the pocket of my pants on the floor. I found the message thread between Nicole
and me in the app and typed out a quick one.

  
I promised I’d get it to you before class
and here it is! I had such a great time last night.
I added a heart emoji
and sent it. I told myself that I should probably take a shower before I had to
get to class, and started to grab my towel; but then my phone rang.

  
It
was my dad, and I tapped ‘accept’ before I could even think about it. “Hey,
Dad! How’s it going?”

  
“I’m
surprised to find you up,” Dad replied, laughing. “Don’t you have an hour or
two before class starts?”

  
“Yeah,
but I got an early start today,” I said, grinning to myself.

  
“Good
to hear,” Dad told me. “How’s the studying going for the CPA exam?” I sat down
on the edge of my bed, thinking about it.

  
“I
was planning on taking a practice test the next time they have one,” I told
him. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for it or not, but I think I might as well take
it and see, you know?”

  
“No
way to get better if you don’t know where you’re lacking,” Dad agreed. “But you
think you’re getting the material down?”

  
I
wasn’t sure which of us was more excited about the prospect of me getting a job
at the firm: Dad, or me. I’d wanted to be a CPA like my dad ever since I was
about ten, and I had known when I went to college that that was almost
certainly what I was going to study. I knew it was boring to a lot of people,
but I didn’t care. I had worked at Dad’s office during the summers as soon as I
was old enough to work, in the mailroom and as a kind of office gopher, running
errands and doing filing.

  
I
had gotten to know a lot of the higher-ups at Dad’s office, and I knew that
they were holding a job for me when I graduated. Of course, if I didn’t pass
the exam to get my license, that wouldn’t matter at all. I’d have to find
something else to do until I was able to pass the exam. But I had been
studying, going over the material, and taking self-tests for months.

  
“I
think I’ve got at least two-thirds of the sections down pat,” I said. I scrubbed
at my face, thinking of the complicated problem that had shown up on one of the
self-tests I’d taken the week before. Even with a lot of studying, there was no
guarantee that I’d pass. I needed to really test myself.

  
“What
else have you got going on in your life?” I smiled.

  
“I
met a girl, actually,” I said. “She’s a freshman. Really cute, and funny, and
charming.”

  
“That
sounds great!” I could hear Dad smiling. “Just make sure that you don’t get
distracted.”

  
“Aw,
come on, Dad.” I shook my head. “I have never let anyone distract me before.”

  
“There’s
a first time for everything,” he pointed out. “When do you think you’ll have a
weekend free to come visit your folks?”

  
“Sometime
soon,” I said, looking at my calendar. I had the app on my phone full, but I
liked to have an actual physical calendar too—something to look at when I was
at my desk, or other moments like that. “It’s almost midterms, so I’ll need to
hang around for that. But before winter break for sure, I’ll come by for a
visit.”

  
“That
sounds good,” Dad said. “I know I’m tough on you sometimes, but I’m really
excited at the thought of you coming to work for the firm.”

  
“Don’t
worry, Dad,” I told him. “I’m not about to crack under the pressure.”

  
“As
long as you remember that it’s not all work and not all play,” Dad said firmly.

  
“I’ll
keep that in mind.” I looked at the time; I needed to get a shower, eat
something, and get ready for class. “I need to get off the phone, Dad. Lots of
stuff in the air right now—you know how it is.”

  
“I
do indeed,” my dad said. “I’ll give your mom your love.”

  
“Take
some for yourself too, old man,” I told him. “Talk to you again soon.” I hung
up the phone and started to plug it in to charge while I showered. The screen
flashed and I saw that Nicole had replied to my text.

  
Hey! So Ashley is going to be off-campus
tomorrow night…do you want to come over to ‘my place’?
I grinned to myself
and answered back that I wanted that more than anything.

  
I
plugged my phone into the charger and went into the shower room to start
getting ready for my day. I couldn’t wait to see her again; I knew that Dad
would probably be worried if he knew how strongly I felt for Nicole, but I also
knew that I couldn’t help it. I would have to keep an eye on myself—but I was
definitely going to see as much of her as possible.