Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (189 page)

After a few seconds of that, she reached
down and pushed at my hand. Her breaths were so ragged I wondered if she was
getting enough oxygen. “Too much,” she managed to gasp out. She was too
sensitive. I pulled my fingers out slowly and she whimpered, but I quickly
replaced them with my mouth. I licked up and down her slit, tasting how sweet
she is before finding her swollen clit and sucking it in between my lips. She
had her hands in my hair now, pushing me in deeper so I went. I tongued her
clit for a while and then I moved my face so my nose rubbed up against it and I
shoved my tongue up inside of her as far as it would go. She was humping my
face and calling out my name until all at once, I felt her tighten the grasp
she had on my hair and her whole little petite body was stiff as a board. She
yelled out my name as I felt the warm flow of her orgasm and tasted her
excitement. My cock felt like it was going to explode and I couldn’t wait a
second longer to be inside of her.

I moved up on top of her and she spread
her thighs open further. We both groaned as I pressed the head of my cock into
her tight opening and then I began to advance it inside of her. She was soaking
wet, but still so tight that the silky walls of her pussy closed around each
inch like a vice. When I was inside of her as far as I could go, I was almost
afraid to move. I wasn’t just afraid of hurting her…I was afraid I was going to
come. She started to move first and after only a few thrusts of her hips, my
body took on a life of her own. I started moving in and out while my hands
explored her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples. I watched her face
and loved the look of complete bliss I saw there. I suddenly knew that I’d do
anything to see that look and know I’d caused it.

Her little hands moved up and gripped onto
my shoulders tightly as I fucked her. I felt like a fourteen year old with his
first hard on. It was all I could do to keep from cumming already as she dug
her nails into my flesh and worked her hips up and down. She was a natural,
like she’d been doing this for years, and it was so fucking good. My movements
started becoming frenetic as the orgasm pressed into me harder. She gripped
onto me tighter, and I slid one of my hands underneath that sweet ass and held
it up off the bed while I banged into her. She lifted her head up so she could
find my lips, but instead of a kiss, it was more like chaotic swipes as I
pounded into her with all I had. I felt those tight walls get even tighter as
she cried out my name and there was no more holding back. I gasped out loud as
I came long and hard inside of her. It was the first time I thought about the
fact I hadn’t worn a condom. I briefly wondered if she might get pregnant, but
I was too far gone, I couldn’t pull out now. When I made sure that every last
drop had been milked out of me by that sweet, tight little pussy I dropped down
half on the bed and half on top of her and let my hands continue rubbing and
kneading her warm flesh. My nerves were still completely raw, and I was having
a hard time breathing.

When I finally got my bearings back
slightly, I lifted my head up to look at her gorgeous face and she smiled.
Liquid heat raced through me again, and I pushed up until I could reach her
lips and this time I kissed her slowly, taking my time exploring her sweet mouth
and licking those full lips. When I’d gotten my fill of that, I put my head on
her shoulder and in a raspy, still breathless voice I said,

“God, Summer, you are the sexiest woman
I’ve ever been with.” I felt her little body shake and when I pulled my head
back up and looked at her face, she looked amused. “Why is that funny?”

Still running the fingers of the hand
under my neck through my hair, she said, “It’s not funny… I’m sorry, I just
don’t really believe you.”

It was my turn to be amused. Her honesty
was refreshing but slightly overwhelming at the same time. “I already had you –
why would I need to lie?”

“I guess you have a point there,” she
said. “But you do know that the other night was my first time, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m sorry it was like
that…in the ocean.”

“Don’t be sorry. I loved every minute of
it. But my point is that I’m sure you’ve been with much more experienced
women.”

“Experience and sexy are not the same
things, your body just knows how to move and how to please me and you fit me so
well…” I felt her snuggle into my chest, so I lay on my back and pulled her
into me. It felt so good that I could lie right here all afternoon and not do
another thing but this. We lay there for a long time just quietly enjoying the
feel of each other before she turned her face towards mine and I resumed
kissing her. I was getting excited again just from the feel of her lips and
tongue. I slid my mouth down to her neck and sucked on that for a bit before
sliding it down and nipping at her sexy collarbone. I couldn’t stop there. I
readjusted so that I was back on my knees above her, and I licked around the
outside of first one dark nipple and then the other. I flicked and sucked there
for a while before licking down her sexy, flat belly. As soon as I got to the
top of her mound, she flexed her hips up and whispered my name. She smelled
like sex and the ocean, and it was intoxicating.

I reached up to part her lips with one of
my hands, and then I pressed my tongue in hard against her clit, moving it back
and forth. She was writhing and whispering things I didn’t understand, and I
could feel her sexy thighs trembling. My cock was rock hard again and about the
time she started whimpering loudly on the edge, I slid back up and using one
hand, flipped her over so that she was on her belly. She automatically drew her
knees in and brought that gorgeous ass up towards me. I lined up, and as I slid
inside of her, I took a plump cheek in each one of my hands. There was not any
pretense of going slow this time. I drilled my cock into her, fucking her like
an animal. I let go of her ass and reached for those gorgeous tits. I held one
in each hand as I fucked her, and it wasn’t long this time before I felt her
little body convulse and my cock begin to swell. I pushed forward and then
pulled her back so she was almost sitting up straight in my lap as I came again
– almost as hard as the first time. Fucking fantastic…

This time when I collapsed down next to
her, I was so tired that I was actually afraid if I closed my eyes, I would go
to sleep. Maybe I should have, because instead of doing that I said,

“Summer?”

“Yeah?” her voice was breathless, husky,
and so damned sexy that my tired cock actually twitched again at the sound of
it.

“I have to go to a Gala Friday night. Will
you go with me?”

She literally rolled me off of her as she
sat up and looked at my face. Usually, I couldn’t tell what she was thinking,
but the look she had there now said she thought I was pure crazy.

CHAPTER
ELEVEN

SUMMER

For several minutes, I stared at Drake’s
gorgeous face. I almost got lost in those damned crystal blue eyes and forgot
what I was doing. I mentally clawed my way back and remembered that I was
trying to see something in his face that said he was joking. He asked the
homeless girl to a gala. He had to be joking. If he was, it would be one of the
meanest things anyone had ever done to me. He’s not mean, that much I’m sure
of. If he was mean, he would have called the cops on me after he fucked me the
first time. He would have gotten his easy piece of ass and his revenge on the
street person. No, I don’t think he’s mean. So if he’s not mean, then he must
be crazy. I’m not sure how I missed it if he’s crazy, though. I’m usually
pretty good at spotting the crazy ones. I’ve had a lot of experience with that
over the past five years.

“Summer?” I avoided his eyes and looked at
his nose instead. I wasn’t sure that I was strong enough to keep looking into
those eyes and stand my ground.

“What?”

“You’ve been staring at me for a long
time. Tell me what’s going on in your head, please.”

You’re gorgeous. Your eyes are like
magnets. I’ve lost my mind completely. Out loud I said, “You’re a lunatic.”

He laughed. “Sorry I asked.”

“Well, you are. I live in a cave. I own
one shirt, one pair of shorts, and two pairs of underwear. Oh, and a pair of
flip-flops. Can I wear flip-flops to a gala? I mean, I’m not even really sure
what a gala is, but will my t-shirt and shorts do for attire? Gala…even the
word sounds fancy. Oh! Maybe there will be a visit from a fairy godmother. Is
that it? I’m Cinderella and you’re Prince Charming. I’ll just have to make sure
I leave when the clock strikes midnight-”

“Summer, stop!” he reached for me and I
jumped out of the bed. I knew him touching me wasn’t going to help my resolve.
I was gathering my clothes as he stood up.

“Just stay back, I’m afraid you’ve lost
your mind and I don’t want you to come any closer.”

He was looking at me like I was the one
that had lost her mind. In a voice reserved for talking to a crazy person, he
said, “Please stop this and listen to me.” I slipped on my underwear and my
shorts. I had on my bikini top and was reaching for my t-shirt when he grabbed
my wrist. I looked down at his hand and back at his face. He let go and held
his palms up. “I’m sorry, but I’m not going to just let you run out of here
like I smacked you or something. You’re acting crazy. Please, sit down and hear
me out.”

I sat down and pulled on my shirt. He sat
down next to me. He tried to touch me, but I scooted over. “There’s really
nothing you can say beyond, I’m sorry for the bad joke.”

“It wasn’t a joke, Summer. I’d really like
you to go with me. I’ll give you money for a dress and shoes-”

 
“So
you’re the fairy godmother, huh? Or am I your charity case now?”

“No, it’s not like that. I want you to go
with me. I don’t want to go to this gala. I hate things like this. I have to go
and it would be less like torture if you would go with me.”

“Why not just ask someone that can buy her
own dress?”

“Summer, this isn’t about what you can or
can’t buy.” He cautiously reached for my hand. I let him take it. “I like you…a
lot. Do you really not know that?”

“I don’t belong here in this fancy
apartment, Drake. I got caught up, the sex was good… It went to your head and
you forgot who you were fucking.”

“Why are you acting like this? You do
belong here because I want you here. You’re as good as or better than anyone
else who might be there.” He let go of my hand and tipped my chin up so that I
had to look at his face. He was giving me a look with those sexy blue eyes that
made me want to believe him. I wanted to believe that he really wanted to go
with me in spite of myself. I was much too cynical and suspicious to do that,
however. Instead, I imagined myself in a fancy dress in a room full of fancy
people with everyone pointing and laughing…including Drake.

“I need to go.”

“Summer…” I stood up and he started to
reach for me, but thought better of it. “Please don’t go. If you don’t want to
go to the gala, that’s fine-”

“I don’t want to go, but thanks for the
offer. I’ll see you for our lesson tomorrow – if you still want to teach me.”

“Of course, I still want to teach you.”

“Thank you.”

“Summer…” Suddenly, I was closer to crying
than I had been since I was fourteen years old. I had convinced myself a long
time ago it was a sign of weakness and I had no room for it in my life. But it
just dawned on me that this was the first time I’d ever gotten asked out on a
real date and it was by a beautiful man that I really liked, but I couldn’t
accept. Dressing me up for one night is not going to change who I am and
dancing with him in fancy clothes will only remind me of what I will never
have. Besides, I don’t know how to dance. I had to go before the fucking tears
fought their way out and made me look even more pathetic than I already did. I
practically ran out the door of his apartment and down the stairs without
looking back. I was filled with an anxiety I hadn’t felt in a very long time,
and I was also filled with want. I want him. I want to go out on his arm, and
just once, I want to know what it feels like to be “normal.” The more time I
spend with Drake, the more I begin to want things I can’t ever have. That’s not
a good thing. I need to stop.

I hit the bottom landing and pushed
through the stairwell door into the lobby. There was a young couple waiting for
the elevator and when they saw me, the man wrapped his hand around his woman’s
waist and pulled her in close while keeping one eye on me. In their defense, I
just had some wild sex…I’m sure my hair is a matted-up mess.

The doorman pulled open the door, but he
barely looked at me as I slipped through. Even when I looked up at him, he
continued to stare over the top of my head like he was afraid to look at my
face. It dawned on me then. This is who I am. I’m half as big as most men and
even smaller than their women, but they’re afraid of me. They think that I’m
going to rob them or stab them or…who knows? They think that because I’m homeless,
it makes me a bad person. They think that I chose this life.

*******

I don’t usually walk alone at night, but
tonight I made an exception. I’d gone back to the homestead after I left Drake
and tried having a private conversation with Phoebe about what I should do.
Bennie overheard and had to put in his two cents. I knew that he’s just
jealous, but there’s a part of me that can’t stop the echo of his words in my
head: