The Dirty Anthology (15 page)

Dean – I came over to help Cooper move out. You were about twelve or thirteen.

Alyssa – You were my first crush. It started that day.

Fuck, I like hearing that. At the same time, that’s not where I need this conversation to go. Where else would it go, though? It needs to stop. I don’t want to know.

My anger at her flares.

Dean – What is this to you, then? An itch to scratch? Satisfying some adolescent curiosity?

Alyssa – Yes and No.

Dean – I don’t play games, Aly.

Alyssa – I’m not playing any. I know I’m a lot younger than you, but I’m also not stupid.

I know she isn’t. Expressions such as “good head on her shoulders” and “mature beyond her years” very much apply to her. She’s not some flighty girl. She’s ambitious, driven…characteristics that keep her coming even when I push her away.

Dean – I know.

Alyssa – Do you? I’m serious, Dean. I’ve gotten to know a lot about you this summer, forming a person to overshadow my fantasy, and I like it. I want you for more than a scratch.

I sit back and rub my hands over my face. This is bad. Very bad.

Alyssa – Do you read me? I. Want. You. All of you.

I groan as I type out the exact opposite of what every part of me wants to.

Rationality is my downfall. Thinking with my head instead of my heart…or my cock.

Dean – I can’t. For so many reasons.

Alyssa – And what are those? Cooper?

Dean – He’s one. I want you, too. I want to fuck you. I want my cock buried so deep in you. But then what? We have sex, maybe more than once, and then the consequences. I lose my friendship and wreck my work life. We find out it’s nothing more than physical, because, after all, I’m so much older than you. And that right there is a huge reason. Our lives are in completely different places. Do I ruin everything I’ve built for some pussy? No.

Alyssa – I’m not some flirty bitch manipulator. I’m not fucking Rachel, asshole.

I cringe back as she hits another root of my issues.

Alyssa – She’s the bitch that would use her looks to start a war. Men have done it.

Dean – And I’m one of them. Going through divorce has taught me a lot, and to not think with your dick is the biggest lesson.

She’s quiet for a moment, and I wonder if I’ve finally gotten through to her.

Alyssa – A few years ago you came over for a summer party at my parents’.

Now where is she going? My brow scrunches as I search my memory.

Alyssa – I was seventeen. You were there without Rachel. For two hours straight, you and I sat on the deck talking.

As the day shoots back into my mind, I recall the girl of that time who was a fresh-faced teenager. I’d been amazed that she’d just finished her first year of college at such as young age. At one point, I remember forgetting that she was so young, getting comfortable, laughing. We’d talked about where she was going in school, and she’d been fascinated with the details of accounting.

And for those two hours, I never mentioned my wife. Hadn’t even thought about her. Not once.

Christ, did Alyssa have that much power over me, even back then?

Alyssa – Are you so unwilling to take a chance? We can do it in secret, no one has to know, and see. Test us out.

In secret?

It’s tempting…

But how do I agree without giving in?

Chapter 4

The night was a disaster. All night, Alyssa’s words, her pleading, played on repeat in my brain.

I’m so tired the next morning, I’m not sure how I drove myself to work, but I quickly wake up when I see Alyssa in the parking lot. She’s wearing a frilly little flirty skirt and has a male intern paying her too much attention. I glare at her from across the way, and she jumps when her eyes meet mine.

I walk across the pavement and can’t seem to stop glaring at the child ogling her.

Alyssa is smiling at him, chatting with him like she’s interested.

My teeth grind together, and I grip my laptop bag tightly as my gait picks up. I have to get out of here before I smash his skull in with my bag.

I bypass my secretary and don’t even bother with a cursory nod to acknowledge her morning greeting. But before I can get inside my office and hide away in my cave, Alyssa walks up behind me and says hello.

I exhale a tight breath, turn around, and glower at her. She leans back, her eyes popping wide.

Without thought, I grab her arm and pull her into my office. Our bodies are so close that she’s pressed against the wall with only a few small inches separating us as every sense of propriety flies away. The moment I touch her, jealousy boils, begging to taint her more. I pause, closing my eyes before I speak to give myself a moment, rather than exploding in a rage at her.

“Do you like that boy?” I hiss and open my eyes so I can study her for the truth when she answers me.

“Hugh?” She looks confused for a moment, then the crease in her brow melts as a smile grows. “He’s nice, but he’s not what I want.”

“What
do
you want?”

I’m desperate for her answer. Why am I stoking this fire? Stupid jealousy is going to undo me, because I’m about to snap and claim her like an animal all over my office.

There’s a sparkle in her eyes, and I know she sees through me. She knows she’s won. “You.”

Her seductive tone sends a sparks rolling through me, and I can’t hold back anymore. I take her hand and place it on my hard cock, running it up and down as I press her into the wall. An almost feral groan rips out of my chest and I lean forward, my tongue licking up her neck, making her shiver in my arms.

“Feel what you do to me. I’ve been hard since last night. I can’t take it. I
need
this. God, I have to… have to…” Cooper’s voice rings out down the hall, and I know I’m out of time. “You better come and rectify my situation today, since
you
are to blame.”

I smile and step back, releasing her. She watches as I move to sit behind my desk. I’m pleased to look up and find her eyes clouded, tongue peeking out to wet her plump lips.

“So, what is it you’re studying in school again?” I ask, just as Cooper’s shadow hits my open door.

She blinks for a moment, stunned and a bit confused, her mouth opening and closing. “Umm, I want to be a statistician.”

I smirk at the effect I’ve had on her. She can’t even remember she’s an accounting major on her way to an MBA. It makes me smile harder.

“I still think you should use your superior brain to be a lawyer,” Cooper says as he turns to lean on the door jamb. “She’s so good at arguing.”

My seductress rolls her eyes at him and lets out a huff. Apparently it’s a sore spot.

“Coop, I’ve told you, I don’t want to be a lawyer!”

“All right, all right.” Cooper smirks. “I’m just afraid of the boring stiff you’ll bring home one day.”

I freeze and stare at him, but he doesn’t notice, still razzing on his sister.

“You do know you work in the same field, right?” Alyssa fires back.

“Yeah.”

She steps forward and narrows her gaze on him while poking him in the chest. “Boring stiff.” She smirks and turns toward the door.

Cooper’s mouth hangs open as he follows her. “You know what, little sis? You’re mean.”

She lets out a giggle. “Oh, come on. You walked right into that one!”

I shake my head, turning my attention away from the retreating beauty and back to my desk. There’s a Post-it note from my secretary reminding me of my early morning meeting. Not in the mood. Grumbling, I adjust my hard-on and pull out their file to get started.

Something has changed inside me—a release. The extreme tension strangling me is waking something up deep inside.

I’m still stressed about Alyssa, but now I’m determined to have her.

She’s mine.

I hope she’s able to handle what she says she wants.

Around the lunch hour, the door to my office opens and is shut before I can even look up. Alyssa turns around and smiles at me.

“Everyone is at lunch,” she says as she walks toward me.

“Everyone?”

“Well, anyone who matters.” She leans down, her lips close to mine, waiting.

I reach up, sliding my hand across her cheek before cupping the back of her neck, pulling her down as I stretch up, pressing our lips together. Soft and plump, they part, letting my tongue in to taste her. She laps hers against mine and I groan, my dick getting stiffer and hungrier.

With my other hand, I reach out and grab onto her hip, using it and the hand tangled in her hair to guide her forward. She reaches out, using my shoulders to help steady her as she climbs onto my lap, bunching her skirt up and straddling my legs as she settles on top of my aching-for-her dick.

“Dean,” she gasps as she feels me pressing against her clit.

Invigorating kisses become soul devouring ones, and the only thing we care about is how much closer we can get.

I plant my heels on the ground and push my hips up, making her moan into my mouth.

“You want this, don’t you, baby?” I thrust up and rotate my hips as I hold her down on me. “You want me to pull my cock out and slam it into that hot little pussy of yours, don’t you?” My hands roam her body, squeezing and pulling her closer. She only moans, but I need more. “Answer me. Now, Miss Lockley.”

“Please, Dean, please. I want you.”

I growl at her response. I’m seconds away from taking her. Seconds from unzipping my pants, popping my cock out, pushing her panties aside, and shoving it into her tight little cunt.

“Are you wet for me? I bet I could slide right into you, all the way.” I slip my hand under her skirt while I suck on her neck and shoulder.

My fingers slide along her panties. She’s not just wet, she’s soaking them.

“Fuck!”

I have to taste her. I
need
to taste her.

I stand up and take her with me, setting her down on the edge of the desk, then sit back down. My hand runs up her luscious, tempting legs, lifting one and placing it on the armrest to my left. I pull her panties to the side, exposing her shining pink folds. My little temptress is bare, and the glistening of her juices draws me in. She lets out a little squeak when my tongue hits her clit. My cock jumps, letting out some pre-come when my tongue runs along her pussy lips, finally getting the taste of her I’ve been dying for.

It only fuels my need for more of her. I dig in, closing my mouth on her, teasing her as much as her moans are driving me insane.

But they’re too loud.

“Quiet, or I stop,” I threaten.

Her eyes widen and she bites down onto her finger when I slide mine in, stifling the moans I pull from her. I want to hear her throes of passion but know it’s too risky here, now. Later, she can scream to the gods when I have her writhing beneath me in my bed.

Her little hand fists into my hair, pushing me harder against her, my fingers deeper. The desk creaks as her hips move, needing more. I can feel her insides tighten around my fingers, pants of
Oh God
filling the office.

I curl my fingers up, and her eyes pop open as her back jumps off the desk. Half up, half down, her fingers knot into my shirt. Her mouth is open in the most erotic shape, eyes she’s fighting from rolling back, and her thighs are quaking on either side of my head. Her breath is coming out in short little pants, her whole body tense.

“Come on, baby.” I dip back down and take her clit between my teeth.

Her whole body convulses as a strangled, guttural cry erupts from her chest before she collapses back. I give a few more licks of her pussy as she comes down, savoring the flavor that is all her.

My chest swells with euphoric pride in my accomplishment. Alyssa, completely spent, lies out on my desk, gasping for air.

I sit back and undo my pants, pulling my cock out. It’s so red and hard, ready to burst. I run my hand down the length as I stare at her, at the pussy I want nothing more than to be buried in forever.

Languid strokes bring me to the edge, my muscles tight and flexing as I contemplate what part of her I want to come on first. Her pretty pink pussy? Her lips?

I let out a groan, and she props herself up on her elbows. She stares at the way my hand moves up and down my shaft.

I don’t want to fuck her here. Not right now. I’m not sure I’d make it all the way inside before coming. Days of teasing without getting off have killed my stamina.

Plus, the screams I want her to make will scare people. Maybe later, after I’ve had my first fill.

She sits up and slides off the edge of the desk onto the floor in front of me, her gaze never leaving the dick in my hand. I’m about to make some lurid comment, but before I can, she leans forward, her hand above mine, tongue running along the underside.

The shock is too much and the fire, the tension explodes in thick white strands. The first hits her lips, and I’m shooting off as she opens her mouth and starts sucking down each spurt, pulling everything out. I fist her hair, shoving my hips up and cock down her throat, or at least trying to.

“Fucking fuck.” I slump back down as she pulls the last from me.

She smiles, then reaches up and pulls a few tissues out to wipe her face off. I miss the droplets the moment they’re gone, but remind myself I can do it all over again later. I can paint her with me, covering every sinful inch of her skin.

“What are your dinner plans?” I ask between settling breaths. My dick’s been in her mouth—I should at least buy her a meal before doing it again. Plus, we can see if this thing between us even has a chance, or if this little lunchtime fling is it.

Though my still-hard dick tells me it’s nowhere near done with her.

Her lips, still swollen from our kisses, form a thin line. “I’m babysitting Damian’s kids, then going to a movie with some friends.”

My jaw twitches in disappointment. Damian is the second-born child of the Lockley family’s three, two years younger than Cooper, so I know there is no way she can back out.

I run my fingers through my hair. “Shit.”

The atmosphere turns as we sit here, reality and awkwardness creeping in.

“I would skip the movie, but my friend already bought the tickets,” she says, trying to fix it but only making it worse.

She could just be turned off because you came in her mouth, ass. She is young, after all, and…

I stop that thought. I have to break that way of thinking, especially if I’m really going to give us an honest try.

She stands and adjusts her skirt while I tuck my cock away.

“I’m free all weekend, though,” she says, a hopeful edge to her voice.

I let out a groan. “I’m going to Cincinnati for a Reds game with my brother.” We stare at each other for a minute and her mouth pops open, but I stop her from speaking. “Maybe this isn’t viable.”

“W-what?”

I shake my head. “Maybe this is just an infatuation.”

“Dean, stop.”

A knock on my door shocks us both, but before either of us can do anything, the door opens and Rachel walks in.

“Am I interrupting?” Rachel asks, looking between us, but then continues on. “Dean, honey, we need to talk.”

I cringe at each word coming out of her mouth and turn to Alyssa, who is shooting daggers at Rachel. “Miss Lockley, we’ll talk later.”

She nods and forces a smile, but it doesn’t cover the hurt and anger. “Yes, sir.” She turns and maneuvers around Rachel, trying to avoid her and her poisonous radius, but Rachel reaches out and grabs her arm, causing me to bolt up from my seated position.