Dirty Heat (10 page)

“I do, Mrs. Lang. And right now”—he leaned into my ear and whispered—“I want
you.”

“Okay, boy. That's it. Out.” I jumped to my feet, trying to mask being unnerved by him. But my mind was spinning so goddamn fast, I thought my head would twist right off my shoulders. I concentrated on breathing, while steadying myself from toppling over. Kyree stood to his feet as well. And it took everything in me to keep my eyes off the meaty bulge I noticed straining against the fabric of his pants.

“It's time for you to go.”

He laughed. “Why? What I do? I'm only speaking the truth.”

“You're too damn fresh.” I walked over, hips swinging—a little harder than usual—and opened the door. “Bye, Kyree.” I stifled a girlish giggle.
Shame on me.
“Tell your mom I said hello.”

“I will.” He stepped into my space. “If I tell you something, I need for you to promise me you won't get offended.”

I tilted my head. My breathing quickened. “Will I need to wash your mouth out?”

He chuckled. “Nah, nah.”

I eyed him, curiously, my mind reeling between excitement and wonder. “Go 'head.” My voice went soft, and breathy.

“Not until you promise you won't get mad.” His voice was low. Enticing.

I felt the impending waves of pleasure. The sexual tide was rising. And he was drawing me under, and—in a matter of time—I knew I was going to drown in the swell of whatever words he'd spoken. Everything about this boy—this, this man-child—was raw sensuality. And it had me toying precariously along the sinful edges of desire.

Primal heat.

I drew in my breath. “Boy, since when has anything ever stopped you from saying whatever you wanted to me?”

He grinned knowingly. Like my sons, the boy had no filter, so there was very little he could say—that he hadn't already said, or attempted to say—that would shock me. He stepped in closer and leaned into my ear. “I've been fantasizing about you since I was fifteen, Mrs. Lang. I'm tired of imagining what it'd be like.” I felt the sensual brush of his lips against my ear as he spoke. “Tonight, I'm gonna go home and masturbate, imagining it's your pretty mouth instead of my hand. But I'm ready to experience the real thing.”

I know, right then, I should have smacked the sexy smirk that followed clean off his handsome face. I should have drawn a deep line in the proverbial sand long before it'd gotten that far and made it clear as to where he stood and what boundaries he was never to cross. Goddamn him! But I didn't.

Stunned into silence, I watched as this cocky little bastard lightly brushed by me and strolled out with a smooth, sultry stride that made my toes curl, leaving the bait dangling—and me hot, flustered, and dangerously horny.

I couldn't deny it. Kyree had sparked something deep inside me. Something that made me feel naughty and exciting. Something that made me feel wickedly dirty and scandalous.

And I wanted a taste of him…forbidden fruit.

•  •  •

“Damn, babe,” Kyree says, slicing into my thoughts. “You're driving me crazy.”

I blink him back into view. I know I shouldn't enjoy this, him, but I so desperately do. I grin mischievously as I saunter over toward the bed, slowly sliding my tongue over my lips as I climb up onto the bed, and slowly crawl between his magnificent legs.

A hot coil of desire twists through me, making my flesh boil and my pussy go slicker than it already is. I lick the inside of his right thigh, then his left thigh, brushing my hand provocatively over his balls, then crawling up over his body. I lick inside his navel. Kiss his stomach. Trail my tongue up to his chest. Then suck his nipples awhile, twirling my tongue over them every so often, until they harden. Then I nip them, flick them, and lick them some more. The sensations are driving him wild.

“Ahh. Shit. Damn. Ooh, yeah. Fuck.”

All politeness goes out the window, and the rules change, when Kyree and I are alone and he is naked. He talks dirty. I talk dirty. Cursing is allowed. It is welcomed. Wanted. Warranted.

I move back down his ripped body, raking my aching 36-C's across his chest and stomach before stopping at his dick, then rubbing my breasts all over his dick and balls. I tease him the way
he teases me, flicking my tongue over the head of his dick, then grabbing my breasts and licking over each nipple.

“Fuck, yo. Stop fuckin' with me.”

I grin, finally putting his dick between my breasts and titty-fucking him. My tongue laps at the slit of his dick each time its head pops out between my golden brown globes.

“Mmm. Look at that big hard dick sliding between my breasts. You like that?”

He grunts. “Yeah. But I'm tryna fuck, babe. Let me get some pussy. Shit, yo. Let me get up in you.”

“Not yet,” I say, taking the head of his dick and smearing it over my right nipple, soaking it with his precum. I suck my nipple into my mouth, moaning. “Mmm. Tastes so good.”

“C'mere and let me suck them titties. That pussy. Something.”

I smear more of his nectar over my left nipple, then lick it.

A few minutes more, and I free his dick from between my breasts, then lap at it. It bobs around, jerking away from my tongue. I fondle his balls, gently pulling at them, cupping them, then squeezing them.

Kyree groans. “What. The. Fuuuuck…?”

He's at my mercy. And he knows it. I possess him in this moment. He is mine. All mine.

I keep my gaze locked on his heavy-lidded eyes. “You heard the saying, ‘be careful what you ask for,'
right?”

“Yeah,” he mutters, winding his hips. “And I want everything I've asked for. Give it to me. Fuck.”

“Well, baby, tonight's your lucky night.”

I inch my way back down his body, licking his thighs, his shins, the sides of his calves, his ankles, then slide my tongue over the top of his right foot, before licking over his toes. I switch to his left foot. He groans, then grunts as I suck his big toe into my
mouth, my tongue sliding in between it. His head thrashes side to side.

“Aah. Shit. Aah. You killin' me. Suck me. Fuck me. Give me somethin'. I'm ready to nut. Aaah, shiiiit.” One toe, then two, then three. My tongue laves each one, before sucking them back into my mouth. “Uhh, fuck, babe. Shit. I ain't never had my toes sucked. Aaah, damn.”

Licking the bottom of his left foot, I eye his throbbing dick as it bounces wildly, streaks of his sticky man sap drizzling all over his abdomen. He's so hard and thick, so aroused that his nipples pebble harder.

Kyree allows me to do things to him that Sebastian would never consider. And I love it. I am so turned on by his adventurous streak.

I crawl back up between his legs. Grab ahold of the base of his shaft. I lick along a thick, pulsing vein. Run my parted lips up and down the side, teasing him.

“Fuck, baby. Shit. Aaah, shit. Suck my dick.” His stomach clenches as I swirl my tongue around the plush head of his dick, coating my tongue with his precum. I slowly fist him, milking him for more of his sticky fluids.

He keeps his gaze on me, cursing and moaning. Watching every wet swipe of my tongue over his head, along his shaft. “Suck that shit. Aah. Fuck.”

He throbs against my tongue, his scent, his tongue, intoxicating me. Filling my dripping mouth, I French-kiss the big, swollen head of his dick, slowly licking the precum as it oozes from its slit. I touch the tip of my tongue to it and swirl it around, spreading his sweet nectar over the head.

“Damn, baby,” he says hoarsely. “Yeah, like that. Yeah. That's it. God, that feels good. Aaah, fuck…”

I place wet, warm, sticky kisses all the way down the underside
of his throbbing shaft, then lick up and down before washing his young, tender, full balls with my tongue.

“Aaah, yeah…shit…oooh, fuck…”

My eyes flutter up at him. “You like that, little daddy?”

He grunts, thrusting his pelvis upward, his saliva-slick dick jabbing the air. “Untie me. Let me show you how lil I am.”

I smirk, then cup one hand under his balls and run the tips of my fingers across his heavy sac while suckling on the head of his dick. His balls draw up.

“Aaah, shit. Aaah, shit…I'm getting ready to bust this nut, babe. Aaah, shit…let me get in that throat.”

I happily oblige, sucking his dick into the back of my mouth, then quickly pulling back, teasing him, sending him further over the edge. His neck arches to press his head into the pillow.

“Aaah, shit. Aaaah, fuck, I'm gonna cum. Catch that shit…”

As his dick starts spurting out a stream of thick white cum, I seize most of it with my tongue and mouth. The rest shoots up in my face, then splatters all over his chest and stomach.

I lick my lips and moan as Kyree moans, sucking the last of his warm, creamy seeds out of his dick, then licking around his balls before sliding my tongue back up over his sticky shaft. I lap up the creamy puddles of pleasure splattered over his torso. His dick still pulses, hard and ready for more.

“Now it's my turn,” he says, causing his dick to bounce faster. “Untie me so I can hit that shit from the back.”

My pussy clenches in response.

My whole body is hot and sizzling.

Trembling, I breathe in. Once, twice. Then step into the flames.

Not even God can help me now.

•  •  •

Ree-Ree: I want you sooo bad u jst dnt kno baby

Me: Aww. Stop.

Ree-Ree: Nah im deadazz. U got me open sexy

Me: Well you had me OPEN yesterday

Ree-Ree:
that shyt waz gud…ad juicy

I smile, then text back.
Glad you enjoyed it

Ree-ree: Nah luvd it!! My dik hard!! I want sum more asap!

My toes curl as I type.
Mmmm

A few moments later, he texts back,
Freak me baby
, with a snapshot of his hard dick. My mouth instantly waters.

Me: Mmm! Delicious!

Kyree and I have been messaging back and forth for the last twenty minutes while I prepare breakfast. I saved him in my phone as Ree-Ree. Each text message causes my pulse to quicken. I feel like a schoolgirl. Vibrant. Alive. I feel like I've found the fountain of youth on the tip of Kyree's young, hard dick and it's given me eternal life. No matter how sick it is, no matter how insane it all feels; I feel like I've caught my second wind. And I love the excitement of it all.

Several moments pass before my cell pings again. I swipe my fingertips across the screen and instantly become dizzy with want.

U make me cum so hard

My mouth waters. There's another picture attached to the text message. His fist wrapped around the base of his dick; a glob of white goo flowing out of its slit, dripping all over his hand.
I want u

I lick my lips, and quickly type.
Ooo I want u too!

I hit SEND just as Sebastian walks into the kitchen. I stuff my phone down into the front pocket of my robe. Although my husband isn't the jealous type and has never been the type to pick up my phone and go through it, I still have a passcode on it. And he has one on his phone as well. And neither of us is bothered by it. Sebastian trusts me. And I've never given him any reason not to. And vice-versa.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says as he leans in and kisses me on the mouth. He cups my ass and squeezes. He'd been away on business, again, for the last eight days, this time Venezuela and Curacao.

“Hey.” I smile, breathing him in. He's wearing Kenneth Cole Black, one of my favorite colognes on him. “Good morning.”

He kisses me again. Then wraps his arms around me, and I melt into him. “I missed you.”

I feel a tinge of guilt. But quickly push it aside. “I missed you, too.” He kisses me again, then lets me go. “I didn't hear you when you came home,” I say. “What time did you get in last night?”

He reaches for a mug, and fills it with coffee before taking a seat at the table. “Yeah, I know. My flight didn't land until a little after midnight. I didn't pull up into the driveway until after one in the morning.”

“How come you didn't wake me?”

“I wanted to, but—” He blows into his mug, taking a slow sip. “You were in such a deep sleep. I hated to wake you.” He grins. “You had that look on your face you usually get right after a night of this good lovin'.”

I swallow. “Oh? Really?”

“Yeah. But I wasn't here, so I know that couldn't have been why you were looking so peaceful.” He eyes me as I flit around the kitchen scooping scrambled eggs and cheese onto two plates, then several pieces of turkey bacon. He chuckles. “You must have been exhausted. I could have had my way with you and you wouldn't have known it, or felt it.”

Thank God you didn't.

After the three rounds of fucking Kyree put on me all afternoon yesterday, there is no way my pussy, or my body, could have
handled having anything sliding up in me. After I untied Kyree, he became an animal in bed, ravishing every part of my body. Sucking my breasts, my clit, my pussy, licking my asshole, then flipping me over and slamming his dick inside of me, boomeranging my cunt walls with deep, fast thrusts. He fucked me long and hard. Punished me for torturing him. Then pulled out and watched as my hips thrust hungrily, my exposed pussy vacant, begging for more of him. I blink back the image of him pulling me toward the edge of the bed, cupping my ass, then lifting me to his mouth, sucking, slurping, lapping at my pussy, dipping into its wet folds as if it were a bowl of honey; his tongue fucking me swiftly, pushing me toward multiple orgasms.