Dirty Work: A Bad Boy Romance (5 page)

“It was just so easy to do,” Jake said. “In public, all I had to do was look at you, and you’d turn red.”
 

“That’s because I knew you were thinking naughty thoughts,” I protested.
 

“It wasn’t always just me. Remember that bar downtown with the pool table in the back? How you squirmed with embarrassment the entire time we were there? I thought you’d caught poison ivy until I got you back home and tortured the truth out of you.”
 

I buried my face in his shirt. I couldn’t believe he’d brought that up. We’d been at a bar, and Jake had looked so hot in his leather jacket, tight black jeans, a deep blue shirt that brought out the color in his eyes. We’d gone into a back room to play pool, and I’d started fantasizing about Jake taking me right there on the pool table. I didn’t want anything like that to happen for real, not in public, but the thought took hold of me and got me all hot and bothered. When Jake took me home, he’d tickled me until I told him my fantasy. Then we’d had incredible sex that had been fantasy-worthy in its own right.
 

“Tell me that fantasy again.”
 

Now I brought my head up to look at him. He couldn’t be serious. It’d been embarrassing enough to tell him when we’d been together. I couldn’t talk about it again. Not in a candlelit room on a bed we used to share. “I can’t do that.”

“It’s just a fantasy, Red. I know it doesn’t mean that you’d actually want to do that in a public place. I know it doesn’t mean that we’re together. But tell it to me anyway.”
 

He met my eyes, and I held his gaze, even though part of me wanted to curl up in his shirt again. “Please,” he said.
 

“All right,” I said. If I were being honest—not that I planned to be with him—I’d felt my panties dampen the moment he first mentioned that bar. It had been a sports bar, but an older one. As there were no big games on that night, there’d been a small crowd. It had been a Tuesday. I’d gotten bored watching whatever ballgame was on TV and wandered to the back room. When I saw the pool table, I pulled Jake away from the big screen, ordered us two fresh beers, and made him play pool with me.
 

That’s what really happened. But as soon as we were in the back room, my brain started going in naughty directions. We could still hear the guys from the main room, and for some reason I kept thinking how wicked it would feel if we were misbehaving and no one up front knew about it. The whole time we played pool, I kept adding details to the fantasy, getting more and more turned on. Consequently, I lost every game in a spectacular fashion. Not that I’d cared.
 

"Okay,” I said, closing my eyes. “We went in the back room with our beers. We played one game, teasing each other, flirting with each other. We felt safe being naughty in public because no one could see the pool table unless they poked their heads in the door. So we knew we probably wouldn’t be seen, and we got bolder.”
 

I was moving my hand in circles across his chest now. His flannel shirt had fallen open, and I could feel his warm skin through his undershirt. His arm was still around me, and his fingers were tracing matching circles on my arm.
 

“I was wearing a button-down white shirt, tied under my breasts, and a short skirt,” I continued.
 

“Wait, weren’t you wearing—”
 

I put my finger up to his lips. “It’s a fantasy, Jake.”
 

“Right,” he grinned. “Go on.”
 

“And you were looking at me so hungrily that I couldn’t help teasing you. Leaning over to take a shot, letting you see the red lace bra I had on. Arching my back so my little skirt barely covered my panties. I remember you coming up behind me, pressing against me as I sunk the eight ball in the corner pocket.”
 

“Only way you’d ever beat me in pool is in a fantasy,” Jake chuckled.
 

Absentmindedly, I slipped my hand lower, rubbing over his abs above his jeans. “Do you want to hear what happens next or not?” I asked.
 

“Absolutely,” he said, pressing his hips up against my hand.
 

“You asked me if I wanted to keep playing, and I said yes. But then you grabbed me around the waist and lifted me onto the edge of the table, and I knew that you had a different kind of playing in mind.
 

“We’d never done anything like that in public, and I was scared we’d get caught, but at the same time, I was excited. Excited to know that at any moment, someone might come in. Then I felt your hands on my thighs as you spread my knees apart and stepped between them, pressing against me, holding me. And then kissing me.”
 

My fingers were at his waist now, trying to undo his belt buckle. His free hand joined mine, deftly unfastening the belt while I worked at the button and zipper.

“You had one hand in my hair, squeezing handfuls of it as you kissed me deeply. Then your other hand snaked between our bodies and untied the knot of my shirt. I wrapped my arms and legs around your torso, pulling you in closer.”
 

My fingers slipped into the slit in his boxers now, finding his hardening length. He groaned with pleasure. I looked up at his face. He had his eyes closed, which made it easier.
 

“You left my shirt open but on. You pulled the cups of my bra down under my breasts, pushing them up. Then you leaned forward, put one hand behind my back, and lowered me onto the table. You climbed on top of me, hovering over me, kissing down my neck, and then to one of my trapped breasts.”
 

I eased his cock out now, and it was fully erect. I began stroking it the way he’d always liked.
 

“You moved your mouth to my nipple, and it felt so good. I wanted to cry out, but I was afraid someone from up front would hear. We could hear them, hear the noise from several different games on TV, hear the clink of glasses, hear the cheers of fans.”
 

“Shit, that’s so fucking hot,” Jake murmured.
 

I kept stroking as I talked, and now I felt his free hand touch tentatively at the front of my teddy. He rubbed lightly across my breast, teasing my nipple when he found it.
 

“Your mouth kept moving from one breast to the other, while your hand moved down my body, teasing, tweaking, pinching as you went. When you reached my center, you found that my panties were drenched,” I said, knowing they were soaked right now, too.
 

Jake’s thumb and forefinger closed around my nipple, and I gasped but kept rubbing his cock. I slid my fingers up and down his shaft, over the sensitive head, and back down again, twisting my hand lightly as I did so. I also wrapped my bare leg around his jeans-clad one, loving the feeling of his firm thigh pressed up against my core.
 

“You roughly pulled aside my panties, and then you pushed two fingers inside me. I wasn’t expecting that so soon, and I shrieked. We both froze, waiting to see if someone was going to come investigate the noise. But when no one did, you started pumping your fingers in and out of me. It felt so damn good.”
 

I increased the tempo of my hand, knowing that Jake was getting close. His breathing was labored, I could feel his chest rising and falling next to me. He was still stroking my breast, and that had me breathing pretty hard, too.
 

“Tell me how it ends,” he said, his voice strained.

“You keep plunging your fingers into me,” I said, recognizing that I’d started narrating the events as if they were actually happening right now. “You’re getting me close, but then you stop and climb off the table. And I can see you panting, staring at me hungrily, and I know you’re deciding how to take me, and that thought drives me wild. A second later, you grab my hips and pull me toward the edge of the table. You flip my skirt up and rip my panties off.”
 

I was speaking very quickly now, and stroking his cock even faster. I knew he was very close, and I wanted to push him over the edge. “My legs are dangling off the edge, so you put one, then the other, on your shoulders. You yank on my hips so that my ass is slightly past the edge of the table. And just when I think you’re about to take me, your gaze settles on something past my shoulder. I panic, thinking that someone has entered the room, but no, your eyes have fallen on the pool cue one of us left on the table.

“Quick as a flash, you slide it between our bodies, bring it up under my knees. Holding it in both hands, you use it to push my legs forward, forcing my knees to either side of my breasts, bringing me into the perfect position for you. And it feels so slutty, being practically bent in half, open for you, waiting for you, wanting you to fill me with your hot, hard—”
 

Jake came with a loud groan, his cock spasming in my hand. I kept a firm grasp on it as he came, listening to the harsh noises he was making, loving that I was the one who made him come that hard.
 

He could barely catch his breath. “Fuck,” he panted. “Fuck that was good.”
 

After a few moments, he leaned toward the nightstand on his side, where I kept a box of tissues. He mopped himself up, cleaning my hand, too.
 

“That was so fucking good, Fiona.”
 

“I’m glad you liked it,” I whispered, snuggling against him, my leg still wrapped around his. I’d enjoyed it, too, and couldn’t help rubbing myself against the rough denim on his thigh.
 

He kissed the top of my head and said, "Okay, your turn.”
 

What? “That wasn’t part of the plan.”
 

“It was always part of
my
plan.”

“We had an agreement. This was just payment for the home repairs.”
 

“But you overpaid, babe. Telling me that fantasy, making me come so hard. You overpaid, so now I have to give you your change.” He shifted our positions, rolling me so I was on my back and he was on his side, leaning over me. His hand grazed down my stomach, moving to the edge of the teddy.
 

His touch felt amazing and sent tingles to every part of my body. But it was wrong. This wasn’t part of the deal. This was something
more
, and I’d already vowed that we shouldn’t do more. Not unless we were a couple again.
 

I grabbed his wrist, stopping his progress. “I can’t.”
 

“Yes, you can,” he said. “You want this. You’re still trembling. You’re still breathing hard. You want release. Let me give it to you.”
 

“It’s just too—it’s too intimate for people who are no longer together. You touching me down there is too … personal.”
 

“I know you, Red. I know that look in your eyes. You need to come.”
 

“Not like this,” I said. Everything he’d said was true, but I knew I was in dangerous territory here. It was one thing, trying to make him come. That’d been part of our deal. This—if he touched me now, the way he had in the fantasy, it would mean something. To me, anyway. And the fact that it wouldn’t to him was a big part of the problem.
 

“Please, Jake. Not like this. It’s too intimate.” It probably didn’t help my case that my nipples were still rock hard and poking up against the slinky fabric of the teddy.
 

Looking deep into my eyes, he finally nodded and moved his hand off my stomach. “All right, not like this,” he said. Then he rolled on top of me. “So we’ll do it like this.”
 

I shrieked at the sudden feel of his weight on me. Half of me wanted to push him away, the other half wanted to wrap my legs around his waist and guide him into me. But before I could do either, he reached out and opened the drawer on my nightstand. A moment later, his hand emerged clutching my vibrator.
 

Shit. I’d forgotten he knew about that.
 

He slid back across me and put a finger to my lips when I protested. “This isn’t intimate. This isn’t personal. This is just the change I owe you,” he said, turning it on and running it between my breasts and down to my belly.
 

“Wait, Jake—”
 

“So where were we?” he asked, speaking over me. “Oh yeah. I’d just pinned you to the pool table, laying the cue across the backs of your thighs, pressing your legs up against your chest, opening you for me. Great visual, by the way,” he said, as he teased the buzzing vibrator past my navel and lower.
 

“You’re lying there waiting for my cock. The look on your face gets me even harder. You know how naughty it is to do that right there, in public. You know that at any moment, someone could come in. Maybe a couple of guys might decide they want to play pool. Imagine how it would feel if they saw you like that, your boobs hanging out of your shirt, your body bent in half, your eyes pleading with me to fuck you and fuck you hard. They’d think you were such a horny little slut.”
 

As he said that last word, he teased the tip of the vibrator around the edge of my panties and slipped it under the elastic. A moment later, it brushed against my clit, and I let out a soft cry.