Dirty Talk
Alistair
The entire week crawled. I tried to drown her out…
late nights, crowded clubs, a parade of perfect bodies grinding under cheap neon.
It should’ve worked. It didn’t. Every laugh that hit the right pitch, every flash of caramel hair, I looked up expecting her, hungry for that sharp mouth and those eyes that never let me get away with anything.
Nobody measured up. I left alone every damn time.
“Come on, pick up the phone, woman,” I muttered, tapping my foot on the polished burgundy hardwood in my penthouse. My hand actually shook. Pathetic.
Damn it. Fifteen minutes and counting. Was she screening me?
Finally… “Hello?” Vera’s silky voice wiped away every raw nerve.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” I murmured, relief spilling over anxiety.
“Who’s this?”
“Have you forgotten me already?”
“Hmm. Mister Scott.”
Silence stretched on the other line. Was it disconnected?
“Still with me?” My voice came out rough, not as smooth as I meant. I rubbed my pulsing temples.
“Alistair, it’s nine o’clock on a Saturday morning.”
“Yeah?”
“You woke me up,” Vera said. She yawned, exhaling grandly. “It’s early.”
“I’ve been awake since six a.m. The day started a while ago.”
“Nope. It hasn’t for me. If there’s one thing you need to know about me, it’s that I’m not a morning person.”
“Did you get my roses?” I blurted out. The question burned a hole in my chest.
“I did, thank you. They arrived at the office after our date.”
She didn’t give anything away. Was she smiling, rolling her eyes, or blushing? I pictured her opening the box, maybe her lips parted, maybe her fingers lingered on the card. Did she melt, or did she just laugh me off? Christ, I wanted to know what those flowers did to her.
“Mmm, Mister Scott…”
“Tell me. Did you miss me, or just my hands?”
“Your bald avenger?” Vera chuckled.
“Now, Miss Richland, it’s not nice to make fun of my…”
“Family jewels. Oh, they must be worth a lot.”
“You won’t be getting any,” I teased back.
She let out a little purr. “I missed you.”
Wide awake with arousal, I shoved down the front of my sweats and wrapped my hand around my horny cock. “What are you wearing?”
She laughed, all mischief. “Mmm, wouldn’t you like to know?”
I closed my eyes, letting her voice crawl all over me.
Her mocha eyes and swollen, dark nipples, begging for my mouth, the way her thighs trembled if I bit down.
The image alone had me strung tight, desperate.
I stroked harder, breathing faster. “Be honest,” I growled.
“Does your naked body miss me as much as I miss you?”
“I can’t stop thinking of you,” she confessed.
“Play with yourself,” I drawled, pulling and playing with the foreskin around the glans. I continued massaging at a faster pace.
“Oh, I already am, Mister Scott. I’m naked, and I’m rubbing myself with a little body oil.”
“Good. That’s my girl.” I pictured Vera, naked and slick, sprawled across her sheets. My voice dropped. “Take your hand, baby. Pretend it’s my cock. Show me how much you missed it.”
“Oh, I won’t forget you. I need you in me. Wish you could see what you’re doing to me right now.”
On cue, I heard a soft vibrating noise in the background. “What’s that, sweetheart?”
“I’ve got my vibrator, but I’m picturing your cock sliding inside me instead,” Vera teased.
“You want me filling you up, huh? You want my cum dripping out of you, baby?”
She laughed breathlessly. “The real question is, do you want your cock inside me?”
“Fuck, yeah. He’s far from virtuous right now.”
“He was never virtuous, you filthy boy. The bad things you do to me…”
“I want you,” I grunted, fist working harder. I was wired, every muscle hungry for her.
“Oh, I’m coming, Scotty. I’m coming.” Vera’s voice broke, crying my name over and over again.
I lost it.
“Take it, baby,” I groaned, hips jerking as I spilled hard across the floor, pleasure ripping through me. For a second, all I could hear was our ragged breathing, both of us wrecked and wild.
Then, at the same time, we both started to speak.
“You first, sweetheart,” I said.
She hesitated, then her voice softened. “I appreciate your call. And the flowers? You made my week.”
A grin pulled at my lips. “Glad to hear it. So, got any wild plans tonight?”
“Nope. Just me and takeout. You?”
I let out a dry laugh. “Actually, I’ve got a date. Set it up weeks ago. She’s a business partner’s cousin.”
“Duty calls?” she teased, a sly edge in her tone.
“It’s an obligation.”
“Then go,” she said. “But if you bail before midnight and get hungry, you know where to find me. Call me.”
“A midnight snack?” I teased.
“Exactly. Why not?”
I hesitated, then let it slip. “I like you. More than I should.”
Stone-cold silence greeted my confession. I checked the phone screen to see if we’d been cut off, but she was still on the line. “Vera?”
“Yeah, I’m here. Listen, I should go. If I don’t shower now, my flatmate, Sapphire, will hog all the hot water.”
“Alright. We’ll talk soon. Ciao, sweetcakes.”
“Ciao, Mister Scott.”
Seven p.m.
“Alistair, do you like what I’m wearing?” a feminine voice called out from my en-suite bathroom.
“Come here and let me see you,” I replied.
The dark-haired princess with olive skin stepped out of the bathroom and walked toward me.
I rested on my bed, still in my bathrobe, after sex in the shower with this vixen about an hour ago.
It would take me a few minutes to get ready, so I didn’t rush things.
Instead, I went through some documents for work while the princess prepped for tonight.
“Well? What do you think of the dress?” Smoked with heavy eyeliner, her green feline eyes flirted with me. She rubbed her hands along her tight hourglass body, alluring me with her tiny waist and round ass.
“I like it.” I smiled, rubbing my chin. I abandoned my laptop and curled my index finger into a beckoning hook.
“Come to Scotty,” I teased, inviting my date with my sexy, come-hither smirk.
I watched Vanessa’s hips lead the way toward me in her jet-black minidress.
It featured a low cowl neckline plunging to her navel, revealing her plump breasts and a nipple slip when she leaned forward.
The beauty pouted, forming her glossy duck lips into a sexy pucker.
Those lips begged to suck my cock. “Well, you should like my dress. You bought it for me, after all.”
“Show me your cleavage,” I commanded. I paid Lexy, one of my star employees at The Church, to pick the outfit and deliver it to me.
Vanessa popped out her breasts, allowing me to kiss each hardened peak.
My business partner’s little cousin was a sex kitten with a ‘fuck-me’ mouth.
Young and flawless, the twenty-one-year-old vixen preferred older sugar daddies to handsome college boys.
I didn’t mind, as long as I got something out of it.
“Babe, your body is banging. Right now, I want to taste it.” I threw Vanessa a devilish grin and removed my bathrobe, exposing my semi-erect manhood.
“Hitch up your dress,” I ordered her.
“Is this what you want to see, Scotty?” Vanessa lifted the material, revealing a pussy that was shaven around the lips, topped with a trimmed tuft of hair on the mound above her clit.
“Oh yes,” I murmured, feeling my cock stiffen to a full erection. “Such a pretty little pussy.”
Inhaling her musky scent, I kissed her soft nub, gently at first, then inserted one finger into her entrance. I licked the slickness between her thighs while my finger dipped in and out, exploring the tightness of her vaginal walls. “Heavenly,” I whispered, amazed at the wonders of womanhood.
“Oh, Scotty, what are you doing to me?” Vanessa asked in between her moans of pleasure.
“I’m driving you wild,” I murmured, then continued to suck on her sex until she cried out my name, squirting her juices into my mouth.
I savored her taste with enthusiasm and inhaled her heady scent.
Her vaginal lips were soaked with creamy wetness when I kissed them after removing my finger.
This sexy brunette beauty tasted divine.
“Scotty, I’m hungry,” her pouty mouth whined. “Can I taste you?”
My cock hardened again at the thought of her mouth giving me a deep and throaty blowjob. “Very well, then. Get on your knees and suck,” I ordered.
Vanessa obeyed but asked, “Will we be late for our dinner reservation?”
“Have you forgotten who I am?” I cocked my head to one side, baring my teeth in a tight smile.
The little brat pouted her plump lips again.
“Would you like to end this right now?” I drawled, petting her pussy with my forefinger and thumb. It was still wet and milky with arousal.
“No, sir.”
“Good. Show me what you want to do,” I sighed with exasperation. Let’s get this over and done with.
Just as Vanessa knelt and started to suck on my naked cock noisily, I closed my eyes and thought of Vera. Ah, Vera. I imagined the smoothness of her lips as she took the greatest care to…
“Fucking shit!” I yelped, almost jumping off the bed. I glanced at the trout pout, who twirled a piece of hair, frantically batting her eyelashes as if that would make up for the shitty sex. “Watch your fucking teeth. Are you trying to bite it off?” I scoffed, running my hands through my hair.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized. There it was. The pout, a nipple reveal, and some pussy rubbing.
“Get up, love. Let’s go to the restaurant,” I said.
“Are you sure you don’t want more?”
I shook my head.
“Will you let me drive your Porsche?”
What the heck? Was she mad? I shook my head again. “Nope.”
“Aww, c’mon, Scotty. Pretty please? Puh-lease?” Vanessa whined.
“No. Let’s get this bloody date over and done with,” I muttered under my breath.
I got up to get dressed and shooed Vanessa toward the living room.
Just as I reached the knob of the walk-in wardrobe, I noticed my phone buzzed.
Hoping it was Vera, I checked my messages.
It was a missed call from Erin. Didn’t the woman understand she needed to leave me alone?
Shaking my head, I threw the phone on my bed.