Seventeen Filthy
Sienna
My whole body thrums with pleasure when I feel Osiris creeping up behind me. He thinks he’s being stealthy, but I’m so used to being alone that any disturbance around me sets off alarms in my head — only this time, the only thing I have to fear is having too many orgasms.
Poor, poor me.
What I don’t expect is for him to wrap a hand around my throat and tug me to him. It’s unbelievably hot regardless of how much it catches me off guard, and when I feel how hard he is I bite the hell out of my lip. This man is insatiable. “You’re watering your plants in your panties.”
“Oh am I?” I ask with as much feigned innocence as I can muster. “Oops.”
“What if someone saw you?” His voice is all growly and territorial as his hand slips inside of my panties. “This better be for me.”
He toys with my wetness teasingly, coaxing me to spread my legs just a little. “Maybe I was hoping you’d see me.”
“Of course I did. I’ll always be close... always be watching you, and holding myself back from burying myself inside of you. You wanted to put on a show today, baby? Let’s put on a show.”
His hand tightens around my throat as two fingers dip inside of me, forcing everything else to fade away.
I don’t care that I’m in my little garden in the backyard, or that the fence has gaps between the slats just large enough for someone to see us if they really try. I don’t care that my voice will echo, or that I’m about to get dirty.
I am dirty. He makes me want to be dirty.
“More,” I whisper. “I want more.”
“Bossy wants more?” He nips my ear. “Tell me nicely.”
Grinning, I run my tongue over my teeth. “Please give me more. I want to feel full.”
“You want to feel full?” He slides in a third finger and curls them perfectly. “You want my cock?”
I did, but this? Oh god, this. “Don’t stop,” I beg, digging my nails into his arm. “Please.”
“So beautiful,” he coos. “Come on my fingers. Scream for me.”
This boy is a fast learner.
Too fast.
My cheeks heat up as it suddenly hits me that I do care that my neighbors can hear me. I don’t scream, but even the moan I let out seems too loud as he drags an orgasm from me right there in the yard.
“Good girl.” His cock throbs desperately against my ass, and when he pulls himself away, it feels like a loss. He takes a seat right there on the grass and beckons me with a finger. “Now ride me.”
Smirking just a little, I peel my shirt off and toss it to him, then do the same with my panties. Standing naked in my garden is an adrenaline rush I wasn’t expecting, but it feels... empowering. This is my yard, my house, my man. I’ll do whatever I want.
“Who’s bossy now?” I tease, straddling him and dropping down to grind on his sweats. “You want my pussy, baby?”
“Fuck yes,” he growls. “Right here, right now. I crave you every second of every single day, woman. Give it to me.”
His fingers dig into my skin as he ruts up, teeth sinking into my chest as I fumble to free his cock. It’s messy and uncoordinated, but the way it feels to have that thick thing stretching me open is worth it. “Oh god. I swear you get bigger every time.”
His chuckle vibrates my bones. “Love the way you strangle me, baby. I’m fucking obsessed with your pussy.”
He isn’t doing anything to lower his voice, which somehow makes this even hotter. His confidence is contagious.
Rolling my hips, I wrap my arm around the back of his neck and finally show him what I can do — I’m not just a fuck doll ready to be used whenever he feels like bending me over.
“Fuck me,” he breathes, jaw dropping as he grips my hips tighter. “God, Sienna!”
Yeah, baby. Scream for me.
I clench around him, rocking up slowly and teasing just the head of his cock, then dropping down and grinding with him deep inside of me.
It makes his cock pulse inside of me, and it’s then I know I’ve fully awakened the beast inside of him. In seconds I’m being shoved off of him and being flipped over to my hands and knees. “Ass up, woman.”
He spanks me so hard I have a feeling I’ll be sore for days, but it has me dripping for him. I feel it running down my thighs, making a mess of me. “Fuck, Si. That felt good.”
“Yeah?” Slamming inside, I fall forward onto my face in the dirt, a gasp leaving me when I feel his hand push down to keep me there. “Look at how filthy you are.”
God. Damnit.
The orgasm rips from me with a sob I can’t bring myself to be ashamed of. He’s fulfilling every fantasy I’ve ever had without being told — and if this is filthy, I’m pretty fucking okay with that.
The scent of the earth grounds me just a little as he spanks me again, sending the sound echoing around us. “Don’t stop,” I beg with a gasp. “Please.”
“My girl needs more?”
His fingers find my clit, making my whole body twitch from the overstimulation. “I- fuck. I meant leave a handprint.”
“I have,” he growls, pinching me before he sits up straighter, and then he slaps my skin twice in quick succession.
It leaves me drooling, eyes fluttering closed as I imagine what I must look like right now — naked, covered in dirt and marks, speared on the cock of a tattooed convicted killer.
Sorry, mom.
“Give me another one. Show me how much of a dirty little slut you are, baby.”
He reaches under me to tweak my nipple as if the words weren’t enough, and I fall apart right there in the garden. I don’t even notice how loud I’m moaning until he clamps his hand over my mouth, his skin and the earth enveloping all of my senses just as he pins my body to his and I feel his cock pulse inside of me with his release.
The way he growls “take every fucking drop” into my ear has me shivering, dying, flying. I mumble something not even I understand behind his hand, then slump against the ground as my wild heartbeat tries to slow down.
“You weren’t a virgin,” I accuse breathlessly. “There’s no way. No fucking way.”
Chuckling, Osiris tucks himself away and just lays next to me in the dirt. “I was. I didn’t have a chance before I was arrested and I didn’t fully fuck any of those guys while I was in. I just had a lot of time to daydream about it, and your books are like instruction manuals. Treat her like a queen outside of your bedroom and a slut when you’re inside.”
I need to send Kady Ash a fruit basket. Or something better than that, I don’t know. “Well, you’re miles ahead of people with years of experience, then. Good for you.”
“I have to make sure I’m always the one you crave.” Si rolls me onto my back and slots between my legs to kiss me deeply. “Can’t have you daydreaming about those book dudes. I’m the one who makes you come.”
While the guys in the books I read have been responsible for more orgasms than I care to remember, he’s right — not one of them has ever or could ever do what he just did.
Looking into his eyes, I’m certain I’ve known him before. Maybe in a past life or another universe, but there’s something so familiar there. It calls to me. Draws me in and traps me. And with the way he’s smiling at me, all sated and sweet? I don’t think I want to get free.