The Dirty Anthology (3 page)

Four

It was too much.

Not enough.

And absolute perfection all at once.

I couldn't put her books down. Each word was the sweetest of tortures. If I had a minute to spare during the day, I’d be reading her creations. Yearning and hungry for the more her characters found in each other. The passion that ignited within me at every touch—kiss.

More than once, I saw myself as the hero in her books. It was so easy to envision the way her breath would hitch as I pressed my body against hers. How she would tremble if I kissed my way up her neck and toward her mouth, taking possession of what fucking belonged to me.

It was with those first few lines that Clara pushed me to read, that I became a fan.
Her
 biggest motherfucking fan. It was as I devoured every word, every book, that the plans began to formulate in my head. There was never a choice for me; she’d taken that away without any clue as to what she’d done. I had to meet the woman that ignited such primal responses from me.

Months of torture, of seeing her from afar, drove me insane. My desperation grew, and I yearned to ravish her with each interaction online. With each line she wrote. Tonight all that stopped—ceased.

Now was the time to act.

I’d make myself known to her and take that which belonged to me.

Grabbing my phone from the seat beside me, I pulled up the club’s information and pressed dial. It rang two times before my dear friend—and accomplice—answered.

“Hello,” Clifton, the owner, spoke with a cheery tone. I’d known this fucker for a few years now, he owned a few other bars around the U.S., and they all catered to the rich and trashy. I’d met him through an ex co-star that loved the atmosphere and the attention she garnered the moment she stepped through the door. He was manning the bar that night and struck up conversation. We’d been friends ever since. “Are you in town?”

“Yeah, I just picked up the rental. Thanks for handling that, by the way, but couldn’t you have picked out something normal? This flashy, bright orange Charger has everyone looking my way.”

“You’re in Miami, slick. That
is
normal around here.” Motherfucker knew I hated that nickname, and his laughter told me as much. Pulling the car out of the rental’s lot, I joined the crazy traffic of the city and merged onto the I-95 expressway heading toward the beaches.

“Fuck you,” I deadpanned.

“You’re not my type,” Clifton reiterated with amusement coloring his tone. “Plus, I like my men wild and Latino. You, sir, are neither.”

“Again, fuck you.”

“Devin, I like you, bro, but—”

“Shut it,” I growled low. Now was not the time for games. I needed him to focus and make sure everything was taken care of. That my plan wouldn’t be hindered by anyone’s stupidity. “Are we set up?” Looking through my side mirror, I made my way over to the last lane on the left and pressed the accelerator. With traffic lightening up the further we got from the airport, I enjoyed the speed.

It handled like a dream—fast and smooth. I was buying one of these the moment I got back home.

“I should be insulted that you’re even asking,” Clifton huffed out. “Everything’s been set up since ten this morning, right down to the special bottles of liquor, hors d'oeuvres, and the booth you wanted close to hers. Not visible by their party, but you’ll have the perfect view.”

“And Antonio?” Taking the next exit, I drove toward Collins Ave. and my hotel. The same hotel I’d booked for my girl, her room next to mine.

“Done. The reservation’s made, and he was very happy to help. Her group of fans will be treated like royalty tonight, and your favorite bottle of tequila and dishes have been promised to make this the perfect evening. Relax. Everything has been taken care of.”

Lucia had a love affair with the south-of-the-border cuisine and always managed to find a restaurant or hole-in-the-wall joint in her travels. This would please her, and that was all that mattered. Her joy was my aphrodisiac.

Pulling the car into the hotel’s entrance, I parked in the reserved section and got out. It was midday and the Miami sunshine was beating down on me with force. A few beads of sweat rolled down my brow.

Wiping them away, I popped the trunk open and pulled out my carry-on. There was no need for more; clothing wasn’t a priority here. Getting her naked was.

“Thanks, asshole.” I smiled into the phone at his laughter. That was one of the things I liked about Clifton—he never took shit too serious. He gave as well as he got.

“My pleasure, ass face.” With that, he hung up, and I walked straight to the reception desk. Lucia was due to arrive within the next two hours, and I wanted to be inside my room and away from her line of sight.

She’d see me soon enough.

My nerves were shot while I waited and paced the length of my room. Knowing that she was so close, yet so far, was torture. She was here with just a mere fucking wall separating us. I could hear her moving around, more than likely walking around in next to nothing.

Or she could be headed toward the shower.
Fuck.

These thoughts of my Lucia were driving me to the point of no return. If I wasn’t careful, I’d unleash myself upon her before the night had even begun. My ears could faintly hear music—an upbeat rhythm coming from the direction her room was in.

The music Lucia had playing was loud and harsh. Drums and congas could be heard from within her room, carrying over into mine. I walked over to the wall that separated us and pressed my ear tightly against it, hoping to catch a small wisp of her voice.

Anything to hold me over until tonight.

S
he sang slightly off key, her imperfections making her all the more endearing in my eyes. My face stayed plastered against that wall for the remainder of the song and then the next. My breathing came out in short pants as my mind began to conjure up images of my beautiful girl dancing in nothing but her underwear.

Envisioning those two perky, slightly larger-than-a-handful tits jiggling as she moved around the room in a very naughty way. Gyrating provocatively.

Or, maybe she’d be bent over her bags by the bed, rummaging through her luggage for something tempting to wear. Would it be short or see-through? Tight?

My cock was straining against the zipper of my pants as my hips pushed against the wall. I was desperate to alleviate just a tiny bit of the discomfort my girl had created. Then it got worse. So much fucking worse.

The sound of the shower being turned on pushed me over the edge of sanity. I couldn’t take it any longer, and I palmed my cock. It swelled. It hurt. I found myself lowering the zipper and letting my dick out.

Her shower door made a small squeak as she opened it; we were so close. Just a motherfucking piece of drywall and plaster separated us. I could hear the water hitting the shower walls and floor.

Then she fucked up.

Almost cost me to lose all coherent thought and break down the barrier between us. She let out a deep groan of pleasure a moment later, and I lost my composure.

“Jesus Christ,” I grunted in agony and banged my head against the wall.

“What the hell? Someone there?”
Fuck, she heard that,
 I mentally chastised myself. It wasn't time yet. No, not yet.

Then the water shut off.

“Hello?”

It returned a minute or two later. I took my cock in hand, my wrist twisting with every upward stroke, while I swiped my thumb across the head on the descent. It was so easy to imagine myself in there with her.

Just like her story, I would come in from behind in her bedroom. My large hands encircling her tiny waist, pulling her back to my front while rubbing my dick against the swell of her ass.

“I need you,” I groaned against her soft skin. “Can I have you, baby?”

She trembled in my arms as I whispered these words against the nape of her neck.
“Please,” she whimpered, her tiny hands reaching back and taking a hold of my cock. Lucia squeezed hard enough to make my knees momentarily weaken—for my eyes to roll into the back of my head.
Up and down her hand went, tugging on my engorged flesh. Each pass met with a thrust of my own.

I was setting a slightly harsh pace. “God, you're huge—strong, yet silky in my hands. Can I taste you?” she moaned out as my hand reached around and cupped her supple breast.

Kneading the flesh roughly, I plucked her nipples into stiffened peaks. Teased them until they were both sensitive and she was left panting for more.

“On your knees,” I ordered and flicked each nipple one last time. However, before I let her turn around and lower her body, I wanted to show her just who was in charge of our play. First, I needed to wrap her long, silken hair in my hands and take control of her head.

Control her movements.

Jerking her neck back, I caused her lips to become level with my own. So tempting. Juicy.

I devoured.

My kiss was brutal.

In a way, I wanted to punish her for making me want her so badly, for turning my world upside down and making me forget who I was before she entered it.
My tongue invaded her mouth roughly, and I claimed every inch.  Probed, worshiped, and marked.

I wanted to permanently brand my essence within her, as she had already marked me with hers.

Her tongue was soft, gentle against my more demanding one. I began to slow the intensity and pulled away. Lucia didn't like this and informed me with a glorious pout on her swollen lips.
I couldn't help myself and nipped her bottom one. This earned me another pout and while cute, I needed to correct that behavior.

I smacked her ass once, just hard enough to make her hiss in pain.

It was my show.

My rules.

“None of that, baby. Get down on your knees and open wide. Service me.” She complied and lowered herself before me, eyes wide and innocent while she watched me stroke my cock before tapping her lips. “Open.”

My pre-come left a string of gloss over the plumpness of her lower lip.

“Mmmm,” she hummed as my pre-come covered her lips and her tongue snuck out for a taste.

“Fuck, so sexy.” I growled low. “Open up, baby, and don’t fucking move.” I slid the swollen head of my cock over her lips, letting the warmth of her breath wash over my dick. It sent shivers down my spine. Gently, I moved the head in and out from between her lips while the tight grip I had on her hair kept her in place. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” I hissed out in absolute pleasure.

She pushed against my hold, moving her tongue around the tip and over the slit that poured my essence into her mouth. The hand not holding her silky strands reached out and pinched her nipple hard.

“Shit!” Lucia yelped, and then let out the sexiest groan known to man.

She likes it rough
, I mused and smacked the sensitive tip one more time; her thighs became glossy.

“You like that, don't you?” I stated; it wasn’t a fucking question. She opened her mouth, the reply sitting on her tongue, but I was having none of that and pushed my cock in until I hit the back of her throat.

My girl was a trooper; she choked and gasped for air but didn't pull back. Instead, her tiny hands found purchase on my ass and pulled me in closer.

With both hands now imbedded in her hair, I held her head still and fucked that pretty mouth of hers. The sounds of her gagging only served to make me harder.
Tears began to form in her eyes with each intrusion; my fingers caressed her face, letting her see that my love for her was still there.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” I spat from between clenched teeth as her little tongue swiped over my swollen head. “Jesus, just like that. Lick the underside, baby, yes... oh, fuck.”

“Fuck!”
she screamed suddenly, and for a second it was real. Better than any fantasy I’d ever had.

“That's right, baby. Moan my name,” I grunted before pulling her off and up. My hands pulled her right leg over my elbow, opening her up. I slipped inside her warm, tight heat before she could catch her next breath.
“
So motherfucking good.” My control slipped, and I fucked her with wild abandon. Hips slapping against the flesh of her ass, my arms held her in place while my lips bit into her neck, marking her for all to see. “Mine.”